Xiliang Iron Cavalry

Jia Rong raised his eyes to look at the Yellow Turban Army in the distance. This is a strengthened Yellow Turban Army. It is firm and sharp. It is rare that there is a cavalry team of about [-] in the Yellow Turban Army, with a big flag fluttering in the wind, and the letter "Li" written on it. . .

Facing such elite Yellow Turbans, Jia Rong couldn't allow Jia Rong to ignore them. Every cavalry behind him was his own painstaking effort. He quickly formulated a battle strategy. After the camp of the Yellow Turbans, the infantry covered up and rushed forward, trying to defeat the Yellow Turbans in one fell swoop.

The main generals of both sides are deploying on the battlefield in full swing. In this war, Jia Rong has an absolute advantage. Jia Rong's purpose is to win the war at the lowest cost, but Li Damu has to organize soldiers to fight to the death. However, the infantry could not escape the pursuit of the cavalry no matter what, Li Damu was holding on to the thought of dying and breaking the net.

Jia Rong called Mi Wei and Zhang Xiu to his side, and each issued combat missions.

Looking at the cavalry behind him eager to try and the soldiers of Anding County who looked away, Jia Rong carried out the final mobilization.

"Tell me loudly, who is the strongest?" Jia Rong pulled out the Qingzhi sword at his waist and roared loudly, reflecting the sunlight, the Qingzhi sword emitted a faint blue light.

"I am the strongest, I am the strongest..." the five hundred cavalry roared in unison.

This short question became what Jia Rong would ask every time he patrolled the Northern Army. Surprisingly, every time the soldiers finished shouting, they always overfulfilled their daily training.

The more than [-] infantrymen of Anding County behind the cavalry were infected by the roar of the cavalry in front of them, and gradually they also roared.

The morale of the cavalry was brought to a very high point, especially those Qiang cavalry who were even more exaggerated, holding their weapons high, dancing and shouting, completely immersed in this atmosphere, the morale of the infantry was also raised, and the soldiers' morale was raised. What came from the eyes was a strong fighting spirit, not the evasive eyes that just saw the remnants of the Yellow Turban on the opposite side. . .

Jia Rong put away the Qingzhi sword, drew out the saber from his waist, and shouted: "Kill!" He took the lead and charged towards the Yellow Turban army.

Five hundred cavalry rushed towards the Yellow Turban position like a torrent, and the dense sound of horseshoes beat in the hearts of every Yellow Turban soldier like a war drum urging them to death.

The roar of the soldiers on the opposite side had already awakened Li Damu who was deploying. Obviously, Li Damu was not waiting for nothing. With just a few words, he raised the morale of the yellow scarf soldiers, and his eyes became more and more determined. However, seeing the momentum of the cavalry charging opposite, many The yellow turban soldiers couldn't help tightening their weapons.

At a distance of about a hundred paces, five hundred cavalrymen set up their bows and arrows one after another, aiming at the Yellow Turban Army in the distance.

Li Damu roared: "Shield soldiers!"

Sixty percent of the arrows were blocked, but they still caused a lot of damage. More than a hundred yellow scarf soldiers fell to the ground after being hit by arrows. Afterwards, the shooting accuracy of the soldiers under his command improved by more than one level, and the stirrups on the horses were a great help.

Li Damu's face turned blue, the sharpness of the cavalry in front of him was beyond his expectation, and he continued to organize the soldiers to resist.

Even if the morale of the yellow scarf soldiers in front of them was high, they could not resist the charge of five hundred cavalrymen. The fifty cavalrymen led by Li Damu were restrained by dozens of cavalrymen led by Zhang Xiu; Many yellow turban soldiers fell under the sabers of the northern cavalry. Some soldiers were directly hit by the high-speed horses and fell to the ground without knowing their lives. The cavalry is not the lethality of the soldiers on the horses, but the collision of the horses. trample.

Jia Rong led the cavalry to quickly smash through the Yellow Turban Army's position. Now the situation of the Yellow Turban Army is that the soldiers don't know the generals, and the generals don't know the soldiers. , more than [-] infantry soldiers joined the battlefield, defeated those stragglers one by one, and shouted "The surrender will not be killed!"

Li Damu was also a brave man, with a long knife dancing vigorously, in a blink of an eye, three Northern Cavalrymen had died in his hands. \\..\\

Seeing this situation, after Zhang Xiu killed a yellow scarf cavalryman, he leaped forward to fight with Li Damu. He danced with a long spear in an impenetrable way. Xiu shouted, picked up Li Damu's broadsword, and stabbed Li Damu's right arm with a shot. The weapon in Li Damu's hand fell in response, and a blood hole was pierced in his right arm.

Seeing that the situation was unfavorable, Li Damu turned around and ran away. Zhang Xiu rode fast and caught up with Li Damu in the blink of an eye.

Once the general died, the morale of the rest of the Yellow Turban soldiers was completely lost. On the other hand, Zhang Xiu became more and more courageous in the battle. Five or six Yellow Turban soldiers died in his hands. They were not disturbed by the injuries of the previous few days.

Seeing that the main general Li Damu was dead, many Yellow Turban soldiers dropped their weapons and gave up resistance, and some of Li Damu's best friends still made desperate resistance.

The battlefield was cleaned up quickly, Zhang Xiu cut off the head of Li Damu under the hateful eyes of the yellow scarf soldiers who surrendered, and came to Jia Rong to ask for credit; although this method felt very bloody, but some things had to be done in ancient times. way to do it.

Jia Rong took the head from Zhang Xiu's hand, only glanced at it, then handed it to Mi Wei who was next to him, and sighed secretly: "Li Damu's eyes are really big, those eyes are comparable to the eyes of a bull's!" Jia Rong directly promoted him to be a hundred generals for his military achievements, and he was promoted to three ranks in a row. Seeing Zhang Xiu's excited appearance, Jia Rong patted Zhang Xiu on the shoulder and said, "Work hard!"

The excited Zhang Xiu bowed his head and bowed.

In this battle, more than 50 Yellow Turban soldiers were killed, more than 100 were captured, countless weapons were captured, and [-] horses were captured; more than [-] cavalrymen in the Northland died and more than [-] were injured; Injuries; Jia Rong can ignore the casualties of the infantry in Anding County, but the loss of more than [-] cavalry makes Jia Rong heartbroken.

Jia Rong said: "Take the bodies of the dead brothers back and bury them properly, and give their relatives a sum of money for comfort!"

The cavalry under his command were all excited after hearing Jia Rong's words. With such a commander, it doesn't matter even if they die in battle. The Qiang cavalry screamed excitedly, even though their relatives were not here, and there were deserters on the battlefield Not because they are afraid of death, but because they are afraid of their families!In contrast, the infantry in Anding County seemed rather depressed. In troubled times, their lives were worthless, and they died when they died. Jia Rong's words undoubtedly attracted them a lot.

"After I go back, I will ask for the comfort fee for the dead soldiers of Anding County. You don't have to worry, the dead soldiers will be buried on the spot!" Jia Rong comforted the remaining soldiers.

After more than a month of fighting, nearly [-]% of the infantry in Anding County have died, which can be described as heavy casualties.

Li Damu has been wiped out, the next thing to do is to find Li Damu's thief nest, Li Damu, who has been in trouble for a long time, must have collected a lot of gold, silver and jewelry, just look at the sophistication of the weapons of these yellow scarf soldiers .

Under the guidance of the yellow turban soldiers who surrendered, Jia Rong led the soldiers to quickly find the thief's nest. The thief's nest is very hidden, and it is difficult to find if there is no someone to guide the way. Moreover, the thief's nest is easy to attack and difficult to defend. It is really a good place.

There are dozens of soldiers guarding the thief's nest, and Li Damu's deputy Li Xiaomu is in charge of guarding. At this time, Li Xiaomu is drinking with a few Yellow Turban soldiers, and the rest of the Yellow Turbans are also drinking and chatting in small groups. Jia Rong commanded the soldiers to attack with lightning speed, without encountering any obstacles.

Looking at the loot collected in the thief's lair, Jia Rong couldn't help frowning, and motioned for the soldiers to bring Li Xiaomu up next to him, "Bring a bucket of cold water to wake Xiaomu up." Li Xiaomu is still in a daze , Keep talking about brother drinking or something.

A torrent of cold water was poured on his head, and it was already deep winter. Li Xiaomu was shocked by the cold water, provoked Lao Gao, and cursed: "That bastard did it, I'll see if I turn around and kill him."

Mi Wei stepped forward and punched and kicked Li Xiaomu directly, his nose was bruised and his face was swollen.

Li Xiaomu, who wanted to scold at the top of his voice, was held back by a yellow scarf soldier next to him, and he kept gesturing to Li Xiaomu, but unexpectedly, Li Xiaomu slapped him with a bang, and cursed: "It's the emperor who came here!" It won’t work anymore!” Usually Li Xiaomu was always suppressed by Li Big Mu, and it was rare for him to be the master of the cottage for a while, so he couldn’t listen to his subordinates.

Jia Rong laughed and said, "Oh, it seems that Li Xiaomu hasn't woken up yet, give him another bucket!"

Another bucket of cold water poured down on his head, Li Xiaomu shook his swollen head, looked at the scene in front of him, and said in a daze, "What's going on here? Are you the helper invited by the elder brother?"

Jia Rong was sweating profusely. He said such an opening remark in this scene. The person in front of him was either a fool or a person with a strong sense of humor.

The soldier who had just been slapped whispered in Li Xiaomu's ear for a while, and Li Xiaomu's face immediately turned ashen, without the arrogance just now, and the expression on his face was uglier than that of his dead parents; He slapped himself, which was stronger than the hand he used to slap the Yellow Turban soldiers just now, "The little one has eyes but doesn't know Taishan, offended the general, the general spared the villain's life, there is an 80-year-old mother on the villain, and a three-year-old child on the bottom Son, the general held his hands high and let the villain go, the villain must remember the general's great kindness and virtue, and in the next life he will be a cow or a horse to repay the general..." Li Xiaomu cried with snot and tears.

It is really hard for Jia Rong to imagine how the typical representative of the chameleon in front of him became Li Damu's deputy. Even with Jia Rong's way of thinking, it was difficult for him to accept Li Xiaomu's stern behavior for a while, and said coldly: "Your name is Li Damu. What's your name? How old are you? Where do you live?" Inadvertently, Jia Rong inherited the good habits of later generations of police officers.

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