Dynasty Conquest

Chapter 186
The pouring river made a huge roar, like thunder, and suddenly exploded on the flat ground, rumbling and shaking people's ears.

Yingtan, the commander of the dynasty army who was directing the army to pursue, looked up at the dark sky. There were a few bright stars hanging in the night sky, and there was no thunder. He was puzzled. Where did the sound come from?Not like cavalry——

Just when cavalry general Yingtan was puzzled, he heard the soldiers shouting in horror: "Flood! Flood!"

Yingtan looked in the direction of the soldier's finger, and a white torrent was rushing from the upper reaches with a thunderous force, and it was approaching in an instant.

Looking at the thousands of infantry cavalry who were still in the Ninth District River, Yingtan's face suddenly turned as pale as the face of a dead man.

While running towards the river, Yingtan yelled at the soldiers still in the river with all his strength: "Run! Run!"

At this moment, without Yingtan's reminder, the soldiers who were still crossing the river had already spotted the white line that was approaching rapidly. The cavalry lashed their horses in horror and wanted to run, but the river water that was no bigger than the legs of the horses made the horses unable to pick up their speed at all. She screamed after being whipped, but still couldn't run.

The infantry on the fishing boat looked at the rapidly approaching torrent, their eyes were frightened and they paddled their oars, and some even jumped into the river and swam desperately towards the shore.

In the panic, several fishing boats capsized, and the soldiers on board fell into the water like dumplings. They shouted for help and struggled desperately, but now everyone was running for their lives in panic, no one cared about them, and they were wearing heavy clothes. They in armor quickly sank into the water without a trace.

The rushing torrent was mighty and mighty, like a thousand troops and horses, it swallowed up the soldiers crossing the river who hadn't had time to escape in an instant. Amidst the screams of terror, the horses, soldiers, and fishing boats were all sucked into the torrent. middle.

Looking at the rushing torrent, Yingtan felt lingering fear. Fortunately, he was not in the queue to cross the river, but thinking of the thousands of dynasty soldiers who were swept away by the flood, Yingtan's heart was bleeding.

Most of the troops swept away by the flood belonged to him. He originally had a regiment of cavalry under his command, but he lost all of them in the battle with the Nanchuan Army.

Now these remaining soldiers also disappeared with the flood. If there were not tens of thousands of noble private soldiers around, Yingtan would have become a bachelor commander.

Thousands of soldiers who crossed the river were swept downstream by the flood, and more than 2000 soldiers of the dynasty who had already crossed the river looked at the rushing torrent with lingering fear, thankful for their fate.

But soon, they knew that they were not the ones chosen by Lady Luck.

In the darkness, the low-pitched sound of the horn was particularly abrupt, and the soldiers of the dynasty who had just survived the catastrophe hurriedly looked towards the place where the sound of the horn sounded.

Soon they fell into a great panic. In the darkness, the Nanchuan army who had just evacuated came back at some point.

The Nanchuan soldiers lined up neatly in a murderous spirit, and striding towards the river with gleaming stabbing guns. The sound of their neat footsteps was like a death talisman, which made the more than 2000 dynasties who stayed on the bank The soldiers were full of panic.

With the turbulent water behind and the barbed spears in front of them, the more than 2000 dynasty soldiers who crossed the river have never felt so hopeless. They are now in a desperate situation with no way out.

Standing on the other side of the river, the surface of Yingtan was as sinking as water. He did not expect that the smooth pursuit battle he saw would be reversed by the opponent.

Looking at the Nanchuan army constantly pouring out of the darkness, Yingtan knew that there was no possibility of surviving the more than 2000 men who had already crossed the river.

Wars have always been cruel, and wars in the cold weapon era were even more cruel and bloody. Due to the shortage of food and grass, generally no prisoners were kept, and most of them were murdered.

Therefore, the more than 2000 soldiers of the dynasty who were surrounded already knew their final destination, and there was only one way to die.

The panicked soldiers of the dynasty were full of despair. Looking at the approaching steel spears, they were in a state of confusion. Under the tremendous pressure, some people turned around and jumped into the surging river.

Among the soldiers of the dynasty, some were screaming, and some were sobbing in despair. At this moment of facing death, they were just ordinary people.

The dynasty soldiers standing on the other side of the river who hadn't crossed the river were all silent. Their eyes were full of anger, watching their companions being surrounded and approached by the rebels, but they were helpless.

"Brothers, fight!" Among the surrounded Dynasty army, a sturdy banner battalion commander roared and drew his sword.

"It's Liu Wenlong, the battalion commander of the Third Banner!" Someone reported to Yingtan.

"Fight it! Fight it!" The more than 2000 surrounded dynasty soldiers drew out their weapons one after another, and there was a sound of armor and weapons colliding.

"Stop!" Lin Chuan raised his hand, and the Nanchuan soldiers stopped.

Looking at the soldiers of the dynasty who were ready to fight, Lin Chuan sneered: "Archer!"

Lin Chuan knew that the enemies who were desperate to fight were terrifying. Although it was easy to eliminate them, the Nanchuan soldiers would also suffer casualties, so he was straightforward and prepared to shoot and kill them directly.

The archers quickly took their positions. They stuck their arrows in the soil in front of them, bent their bows and set their arrows, aiming their sharp arrows at the surrounded soldiers of the dynasty.

"Despicable rebels!"

"what to do--"

Seeing that the Nanchuan army didn't want to fight melee, but sent archers, the whole Dynasty army on the other side of the river cursed. They didn't expect the rebel army to be so despicable and shameless, and they would use such a method under the absolute advantage. They were very angry , but to no avail.

"Brothers, kill!" Liu Wenlong, the battalion commander of the Dynasty Army Banner, saw the appearance of the Nanchuan archers, and immediately knew that the situation was not good. He brandished his saber and roared, commanding two thousand Dynasty soldiers to charge.

With a short distance of a few hundred meters, as long as he rushed into the formation of the rebel army, Liu Wenlong believed that with his own ability, he might not be able to fight his way out.

The soldiers of the dynasty howled, and raised their weapons to charge the Nanchuan army in formation. They walked like flying, with hideous faces.

"Fire the arrow!" Lin Chuan waved his hand down, and the archer who was already ready let go of his hand.

Puff puff!At such a short distance, the powerful arrows easily pierced the armor of the soldiers of the Dynasty and penetrated their bodies.

Under the blow of the first round of arrow rain, more than 100 dynasty soldiers in the front were shot into hedgehogs and fell to the ground. A vacuum suddenly appeared in front of the dynasty soldiers.

In this vacuum, a soldier of the dynasty who was not killed by the arrow was horrified to find that there were no living companions around him. He screamed, turned and ran back.

Pooh!Liu Wenlong chopped off the head of the soldier who was running back with a single knife, and said fiercely: "The fugitive! Kill without mercy!" Shocking the soldiers of the dynasty who were about to collapse.

Driven by Liu Wenlong, the soldiers of the Dynasty charged forward one after another, but without exception, they all fell under the rain of arrows. The short distance of several hundred meters seemed to be an insurmountable gap. Layers of corpses intertwined.

There is no mercy, only killing, only howling arrows and desperate screams, and the air is filled with a grand smell of blood.

(End of this chapter)