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Chapter 849: A brilliant victory, bandits were wiped out (Combined Chapter)
"No!"

"do not want!"

"General, stop it! General, stop it!"

Seeing Su Yao raise his sword and kill Geng Wu, Ju Su's eyes turned red. He ignored the attempts of his personal guards to stop him and rushed towards Su Yao like crazy, ready to fight to the death.

However, seeing that the person coming was a scholar in Confucian robes, Su Yao didn't bother to pay attention to him, and went to look for other high-value targets wearing shining armor without looking back.

The Han cavalry followed Su Yao's footsteps, swarming in and whizzing past.

The senior generals and advisers of Geng Wu's central army suffered heavy casualties under the trampling of the iron cavalry, with only one in ten surviving. Ju Su also fell to the ground in the chaos, unconscious.

In this way, Su Yao's cavalry broke through the formation again, and killed the enemy general in the second charge, causing nearly two thousand casualties to the enemy. The entire formation was in chaos and almost irreparable.

The third time, Su Yao turned his horse around and rushed forward again. This time, it was even easier. No one could stop him and there was no resistance at all.

Geng Wu's central army was completely defeated, the general's flag fell, the commander was killed in battle, and the middle and senior generals were killed and wounded. Almost everyone abandoned their armor and fled, and no one dared to look back at Su Yao.

At this time, Zhang He and Qu Yi on the other side of the battlefield saw that Su Yao had successfully defeated Geng Wu's central army, and their morale was greatly boosted. They launched fierce attacks on Cheng Huan's iron guard formation in front of them.

Cheng Huan's face turned pale, and he was helpless as he watched Su Yao being chased after by his own formation after breaking through the formation.

Originally, when he saw Su Yao turn around to attack the central army, he wanted to step forward to support him and attack him from both inside and outside.

As a result, the speed at which the central army collapsed was beyond his imagination.

His own iron guards moved slowly and had to maintain a strict formation, so before they reached their position, the center of the army was hit through by Su Yao.

Then, when the second wave came down, the general's flag fell directly.

At this moment, Cheng Huan and his soldiers were all dumbfounded.

Since the central army was defeated, they became a lone boat on the battlefield, and defeat was only a matter of time.

Therefore, Cheng Huan did not dare to delay any longer, but took advantage of the fact that Su Yao was trampling on the central army and had no time to take care of him, and attempted to command the soldiers to fight and retreat, trying to leave the battlefield and save the last elite backbone of the Jizhou army.

However, as full as the ideal is, the reality is just as skinny.

As Cheng Huan was directing the Iron Guards to make a strategic shift, he gradually discovered that the team was moving slower and slower.
"what happened?"

"Didn't the man surnamed Su come over?"

"Is it necessary to be so cautious when dealing with these chaotic troops?"

"Hurry up and evacuate quickly. If it's too late, everyone will be finished!"

Cheng Huan was extremely worried and shouted anxiously, ordering his personal soldiers to urge the leading lieutenant colonel.

As a result, the information he obtained surprised him.

"What did you say? A lot of people with red scarves on their arms suddenly appeared and delayed the progress of my army?"

"What's going on? Where did these people come from?"

"Aren't Zhang He and his men right behind us?!"

The people with red scarves wrapped around their arms were the uniform attire of the rebels.

In real combat, there are no health bars or name plates between the enemies. If there is no special mark to distinguish them, accidental injuries are inevitable.

Cheng Huan was well aware of the way Zhang He and the others were dressed, but the sudden appearance of another group of people was obviously beyond his expectations.

"Not General Zhang's men!"

"They appear to be soldiers from other battalions."

"They are mixed in with the fleeing soldiers, there are dozens or even hundreds of them, they will suddenly attack when the opportunity arises, dragging the fleeing soldiers into our marching team."

"We were already fighting General Zhang and his rebels, and we had to drive out the fleeing soldiers and be on guard against Su Yao. Suddenly, so many people showed up, stealing and disturbing our army. It's really annoying."

"What's even more frightening is that they are still shouting nonsense, spreading rumors that the Chief Secretary is dead, you are dead too, our army was defeated, etc., causing panic among the people, and many brothers are beginning to waver!"

The guards' faces were filled with anxiety and their voices were filled with tears.

Cheng Huan felt a surge of blood rushing to his head, his vision went dark, and he almost fell off his horse.

"These bastards who change their minds according to the situation! I will tear them into pieces!" Cheng Huan gritted his teeth.

Spreading rumors is not scary; what is scary are those rumors that are a mixture of true and false.

The flag of the central army has fallen, and it is true that the commander-in-chief must have met with an accident, but he himself is still alive and well.

If he allowed the rebels to spread panic, the last elite troops of the Jizhou Army under his command would inevitably collapse.

Then, Cheng Huan calmed himself down, drew out the sword from his waist, raised it high, and shouted:

"Brothers, don't believe the rumors! Cheng is here and will not let that Su thief succeed!"

In order to dispel rumors and stabilize the military morale, Cheng Huan asked his personal soldiers to hold his flag high and walk with him among the troops. He personally appeared in front of the soldiers to boost morale.

I have to say that this action did effectively boost morale.

After seeing the figure of their commander, the tense nerves of the Jizhou Iron Guards relaxed a little, and their originally chaotic steps gradually became regular. They regained their fighting spirit, worked hard to drive away the harassing enemies, and focused on returning home.

This was how wars were in the cold weapon era: when the armor coverage rate reached a certain level, the troops with a complete lineup would suffer almost no casualties.

This is why there were many situations in history where a battle between two equally powerful armies lasted for months, while in normal times, the total number of casualties on both sides after a day of fighting was no more than a dozen.

In this era, confrontation and stalemate were the norm, and a large number of casualties occurred during the rout phase when the formation collapsed.

If we fail to defeat or encircle and annihilate the enemy, the war will drag on for a long time and the process of unification will be greatly delayed.

This was exactly what Cheng Huan was thinking.

He tried his best to maintain the strength of this elite backbone. As long as these people were still alive, they would be the spark for the Jizhou Army to make a comeback in the future.

To this end, he shouted and encouraged with all his might, running all the way to cheer for the soldiers.

However, he didn't know that his actions would actually backfire.

"You're dancing happily, little guy."

Not far away, a pair of eyes had locked onto him firmly.

However, Su Yao did not act immediately.

He first assigned the task of pursuing the fleeing enemy to Zhao Yun and Dian Wei, and at the same time sent people to the rear to inform Cao Cao and others to speed up and come to hunt down the remaining enemies.

Then Su Yao rode away alone, together with Zhang He and others, following all the way, harassing and attacking from time to time, beating Cheng Huan into a state of panic.

Dusk is approaching.

They came to the foot of a hill.

Now there were no more defeated soldiers around Cheng Huan's army. Only the pursuers from Su Yao, Zhang He and Qu Yi's troops were still relentlessly pursuing them.

"Steady, steady!"

"We have a chance. As long as we hold on until night and get into the mountains, we'll have a chance to escape!"

That's right, escape into the mountains.

Cheng Huan himself knew very well that the soldiers he led were all heavily armored, and they would not be able to escape the pursuit by simply fighting and retreating.

When their physical strength is exhausted, their formation will always loosen, and then facing the knife-like cavalry, everything will be over.

However, things are different once you enter the mountains.

Taking advantage of the cover of night, the cavalry found it difficult to travel on the mountain roads, so they threw away their weapons and armor and broke up into small groups. There was a chance that most of them could escape back to Julu.

"No, you don't stand a chance."

Just at the foot of the mountain in front of them, Su Yao let out a cold laugh.

Seeing Su Yao with his sword drawn and his horse ready, before Cheng Huan could figure out what was going on, suddenly, knights in white horses and black armor walked out from the hillside behind Su Yao, one after another.

The armored heavy cavalry makes a grand appearance!
These people were slow and failed to arrive in time for the rescue during the day, so Su Yao later simply waved his hand and asked them to guard this necessary road.

At this moment, they looked down from above, like cold-blooded gods of war, with an endless aura of murderousness in their silence, which was terrifying.

"Surrender or die, make your choice."

Cheng Huan looked at the majestic armored cavalry on the hillside, and felt dizzy. His hope was instantly shattered like bubbles. With trembling hands, he pointed at Su Yao and kept saying "you, you, you", as if he wanted to argue a few more words.

Su Yao on this side was too lazy to waste any more words with him. He only had this one chance to persuade him to surrender, and if he didn't cherish it, then forget it.

"Kill with me!"

"Leave no scraps of armor behind!"

Su Yao took the lead and jumped into the enemy camp. Behind him, the heavily armored cavalry followed closely and pressed towards the enemy like a landslide or tsunami.

The brutal massacre began.

Although these Jizhou Iron Guards were elite, they were powerless against the heavily armored cavalry that were specialized in breaking through enemy formations.

The group charge of heavy cavalry on the plains was an unsolvable nightmare for the infantry until the appearance of the Maxim machine gun, not to mention that Cheng Huan's infantry were wearing iron armor and had their physical strength exhausted for almost an entire day.

"Nima!"

"Bastard!"

"Go to hell!"

Seeing that Su Yao led his men to charge without giving him time to hesitate, Cheng Huan was so angry that he jumped to his feet and cursed, shouting orders, asking his subordinates to stabilize the formation.

No matter what, we have to block this wave.

However, he couldn't stop it at all.

Soon, the Jizhou Iron Guards let out screams of despair.

Not only was Su Yao wielding a lance and killing people in all directions, the armored heavy cavalry under his command was like a moving iron wall, slamming into the formation that they were so proud of.

Faced with the horrific attack, the Jizhou soldiers in the front row raised their spears with all their might and tried to block the cavalry's charge, but under the impact of the heavily armored cavalry, their resistance seemed as ridiculous as a clown.

There was a loud "bang" and the Jizhou soldiers in the front row were knocked to the ground by the armored cavalry, their spears broke, their shields shattered, and blood splattered everywhere.

The charge of the heavy armored cavalry was unstoppable, like a sharp knife, instantly tearing through the Jizhou army's defense line.

"No! No!"

"Yeah!"

"what--"

Screams rang out one after another, and the soldiers of the Jizhou Army fell to the ground one after another under the trampling of the cavalry.

Cheng Huan watched his elite troops being defeated by the heavy armored cavalry, and his heart was filled with despair and regret.

He waved the long knife in his hand, trying to organize a final resistance, but it was all in vain.

Su Yao, who had already locked onto his target with his long spear, rode forward with a roar, and either knocked them away or simply ran over them, crushing them to pieces.

The Iron Guards were in such a state, and Cheng Huan himself was even worse.

Being targeted by Su Yao, he didn't even have a chance to be knocked away. His head was chopped off the moment Su Yao came towards him, and he could no longer utter a single scream.

Su Yao's cavalry broke through the formation and pierced through the ranks from north to south in one breath.

Wherever he passed, corpses lay everywhere and blood flowed into rivers.

"The general is mighty!"

"The thief is dead!"

"The enemy is defeated!"

"Kill, kill!"

The scene of Su Yao leading the way and crushing the Iron Guards greatly boosted the morale of Zhang He, Qu Yi and others.

Suddenly, they, who were originally just following behind the enemy, roared one after another, rushed forward and attacked the chaotic enemy troops.

The Jizhou Iron Guards had already been torn to pieces by Su Yao's cavalry, and now faced with the fierce attack from Zhang He and Qu Yi, they were completely thrown into disarray.

The strict formation they had maintained for the entire day finally collapsed, and the number of casualties soared exponentially as more and more people screamed and died.

On the battlefield, the soldiers of the Jizhou Army wailed in despair, fled in all directions, discarded their weapons and armor, and no longer looked like an elite force.

Some of them were caught up by the Han cavalry and slaughtered; others panicked and trampled on each other.

However, Zhang He, Qu Yi and others who had been suppressed by them before became more and more courageous, and killed many people in their eagerness for revenge.

A deputy general of the Jizhou army shouted wildly, trying to boost morale, stabilize the team, and take as many people as possible to escape into the mountains and forests.

This scene was discovered by Zhang He. He shouted loudly, jumped forward, and thrust out his spear like lightning. The general was only paying attention to Su Yao's cavalry and could not dodge in time, so he was pierced through the throat by the spear.

At the same time, Qu Yi led his remaining Xiliang knights to look for the flag of the Jizhou army. As soon as the flag fell, the nearby soldiers would lose all fighting spirit and could no longer organize any resistance.

"Mom!"

"Don't kill me, I don't want to die!"

"Please spare my life, General, please spare my life!"

The Jizhou Iron Guards were trembling with fear.

Su Yao's cavalry returned, and the second round of charge they launched completely shattered everyone's defenses.

The soldiers, knowing they had nowhere to escape, gave up all their dignity and pride when faced with the irresistible force, and knelt on the ground begging for mercy.

The afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the bloody battlefield, dyeing the earth blood red.

Facing these large numbers of surrendering guards, Su Yao reined in his horse and said in a cold voice:

"Those who surrender will be spared, but those who resist or try to escape will be killed without mercy!"

Under Su Yao's command, the Han soldiers acted quickly.

The exhausted armored cavalry paced around and, together with Zhang He's infantry soldiers, surrounded the surrendering enemy troops, monitored them, confiscated their weapons, and drove them to an open area on the side for custody.

Qu Yi's Xiliang knights rode their horses in pursuit with Su Yao, hunting down the desperate stragglers all over the mountains and plains.

Although those people took off their heavy armor and threw away their shields and weapons, they were exhausted after a whole day and could not run faster than four legs.

Either they were caught up and hacked to death, or they ran a few steps before realizing that they had no chance at all and knelt on the ground crying.

Just like that, very quickly, before it was completely dark, this final battle finally came to a successful conclusion.

"Eight hundred miles urgent!"

"Great victory on the front line! Great victory in Jizhou!"

As the battle reports from the front line arrived, the capital city of Luoyang instantly fell into a state of excitement.

The people who got up in the morning stared with wide eyes, watching the horse galloping away in a cloud of dust. They whispered to each other, their faces full of excitement and curiosity.

"What's going on, what's going on?"

An old man in coarse linen clothes was carrying a shoulder pole, his face full of surprise:
"Eight hundred miles in a hurry? What a big battle! Didn't the war in Jizhou just start not long ago?"

"Hi!"

A burly man slapped his thigh and grinned:
"Why would you guess? It must be our general who won the battle again!"

"Yeah yeah."

An old man in a long gown stroked his beard, his face full of satisfaction:
"It's been so many years since we in the capital have had such frequent good news."

"Only General Su has the ability to handle this kind of thing!"

"Great!"

"The General wins again!"

The adults were whispering to each other, while the children were jumping around.

The rumor of this great victory spread like a gust of wind, blowing through the streets of every corner of the capital, and the people all applauded and cheered.

This was the rumor among the people, and the palace was even more sensational and festive when it received detailed reports of the battle.

(End of this chapter)