Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 183 The Mercenary Group

On the second day of the siege of the Feng Qing Yang Banner Group, they encountered a crisis of destruction. The well-equipped and powerful nobles broke through the defense line of the Nanchuan Army. His Excellency Zhang Bin, the commander of the Second Banner Battalion, died in a fierce battle. The Nanchuan soldiers on the front line suffered heavy casualties.

Feng Qingyang, the commander of the Banner Regiment, personally led the Third Banner Battalion to launch a counter-charge, but facing the tide of enemy troops, they were quickly submerged like waves in the sea.

After fierce fighting until late at night, the entire Second Banner Regiment had already retreated to several large houses in the center of the village. There were less than a thousand survivors. If no reinforcements arrived, they would be in danger of being wiped out.

Feng Qingyang and the rest of the soldiers relied on the strong houses to fight to the death. Each house would be fought over and over again. The nobles had just occupied it, but they were quickly taken back by the death squads of the Nanchuan Army. They fell again in less than half an hour. The Nanchuan army will fight for every inch of land, and will never retreat in a deadly battle.

In the most central courtyard, hundreds of wounded soldiers gathered here. They held weapons in their hands. The commander of the regiment, Feng Qingyang, was drenched in blood and turned into a blood man.

The aristocratic armed forces also lost a lot. They fought fiercely with the unrelenting Nanchuan soldiers in every street and every house. These noble private soldiers were pampered and pampered on weekdays. They had never experienced such a cruel war at all, and soon some retreated Going down, new noble armed forces will be added.

As the commander-in-chief of the dynasty army, Yingtan has already started to drink celebration wine with the generals of the private army in the military tent. They believe that the rebel army has reached the end of their strength and they only need a charge to destroy them. But in fact, the soldiers on the front line The noble private soldiers launched countless charges.

The last line of defense of the Nanchuan Army is like a lonely boat in the vast ocean. Although they may be silent at any time, they are always floating and cannot be overturned by the waves.
Another noble army couldn't bear it and retreated. The new army entered a messy village. The retreating noble private soldiers supported each other, covered in blood. They shook their heads helplessly as they watched the friendly troops entering the battlefield with high morale. Full of frustration, the victory originally belonged to them, but they were unable to launch a new round of offensive, and now they didn't even have the energy to greet their allies.

The new aristocratic troops carried the moon flag. They had high morale and well-equipped equipment. The soldiers exuded a strong aura. The leader was a female general wearing a blue armor. The female general had a delicate appearance.
At this moment, Feng Qingyang was in no mood to look at the heroic female general on the other side. He looked at the exhausted Nanchuan soldiers behind him, his eyes showed determination, maybe this was their last battle.

Soon, the private soldiers of the aristocrats carrying the moon flag started to attack, and Feng Qingyang was ready to die in battle. Although he was extremely unwilling, he had no choice now.

He beheaded the several waves of messengers who had been persuaded by the Dynasty army to surrender, and he and the Nanchuan soldiers behind him had no way out.

"Let's fight!" Feng Qingyang raised his sword full of gaps.

"My lord, what are they doing?" Just when Feng Qingyang was ready to die in battle, the soldier next to him pushed and pointed to the distance.

According to the offensive pattern of the noble private soldiers, they shouted in disorder, and then began to charge, but Feng Qingyang saw that they just stood there and shouted, and did not charge. Are they afraid of death?

Feng Qingyang shook his head. Those who can enter the battlefield are noble private soldiers who want to gain military exploits. They will only be brave and not afraid of death.

Soon, Feng Qingyang knew the reason.

Among the private soldiers of the nobles, a man wearing the red armor of the Dynasty Army walked out. He looked up at the ruined defense line of the Nanchuan Army, with a look of grief in his eyes.

Feng Qingyang suddenly showed ecstasy on his face, he wiped his eyes hard, yes, it was Lin Chuan, the general in their mind.

"The general is here to save us!" This was the first thought that popped into Feng Qingyang's mind.

"No, why is the general wearing the armor of the Dynasty Army? Did the general surrender to recruit himself?" Feng Qingyang's face was full of pain.

Lin Chuan took a step forward and shouted loudly: "Please come out and speak, commander."

"If you want to kill, kill, we will never surrender!" Before Feng Qingyang could speak, a Nanchuan soldier beside him pushed back angrily.

Not everyone of the [-] soldiers of the First Corps knew Lin Chuan, so Lin Chuan was not recognized.

Feng Qingyang stood up: "General, I am Feng Qingyang."

"Ah, it's the general!" The soldiers showed joy, and then they dimmed. The general appeared in the enemy's camp, and he knew what was going on without thinking.

Lin Chuan approached the Nanchuan Army's defense line alone, and Feng Qingyang let him in.

Feng Qingyang said: "General, how could you?"

Lin Chuan waved his hand and interrupted Feng Qingyang's speech: "Qingyang, I don't have extra time to explain to you, now I order you to immediately let the soldiers change into the costumes of the Dynasty Army, and evacuate with me."

Facing Lin Chuan's order, Feng Qingyang replied subconsciously: "Follow the general!"

But in an instant, he stopped: "General, you really didn't surrender to the enemy?"

Lin Chuan said, "What do you think?"

Looking at Lin Chuan's resolute and calm gaze, Feng Qingyang shouted behind him: "Change clothes, follow the general to evacuate!"

There were corpses everywhere on the battlefield. The surviving Nanchuan soldiers took off their black military uniforms, stripped off the imperial army, put on the clothes of noble private soldiers, and quickly changed their appearance.

While they were changing their clothes, the soldiers of the mercenary group led by Frost shouted and their weapons clashed, confusing the dynasty army outside.

"General, what about the wounded soldiers?" Feng Qingyang asked Lin Chuan for instructions.

In addition to more than 200 people who can fight, the entire Third Banner Regiment now has more than 300 wounded soldiers. It is very difficult to withdraw smoothly now.

After pondering for a moment, Lin Chuan said, "Let them change into clothes too, we can't leave a brother behind."

When Lin Chuan said these words, he did not realize that in the long years of battle to come, the army under his command would be able to cross the world of Middle-earth and re-emerge amid countless hardships, all because of his words, Not giving up and not giving up has become a kind of belief.

Half an hour later, the noble private troops with "heavy casualties" retreated, and new noble private troops entered the battlefield.

"Brothers, you are too miserable." Looking at the retreating private soldiers covered in blood and low morale, the noble private soldiers holding the banner of the sun showed sympathy, because many of their soldiers were too seriously injured and were carried Walking, on the dilapidated street, the two sides passed each other.

No one noticed that there were many more noble private troops retreating, and they had never seen their moon flags before.

However, there were too many noble private soldiers from various cities in Jiuyuan Province to participate in the battle. Forty to fifty thousand people were divided into thousands of teams, and it was only natural that they did not know each other.

In order to obtain military exploits, even the run-down nobles in the countryside will organize a group of rural soldiers to join the battle. It is normal for the management to be chaotic, but it is precisely because of this chaos that the surviving soldiers of the Feng Qing Yang Banner Regiment were able to successfully join the army. Surrounded by horses, he evacuated smoothly.

(End of this chapter)