The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 137 A sudden spring breeze comes overnight
The Tartars were in charge of attacking, while the Tang were in charge of defending.

The first row of Tang soldiers had increased to 9600 warriors, defending feet of ground. On this wide battle surface, tens of thousands of long spears were stabbing back and forth between the two sides. Every second, someone was dragged into the spears and stabbed into a meat paste. Every time I opened and closed my eyes, someone was lifted into the air with dancing hands and feet, and stabbed into a blood-spurting funnel.

"Haha!" The enemy soldiers' eyes widened in anger. Behind them was the dark haze, and in front of them was the mountain pass. They couldn't escape even if they wanted to.

"I told you to stab me!" Qin Tai leaned forward and used his shield to block the long spears that were stabbing at him, while he kept poking his head out and swinging his sword to chop at the opponent's stuck spears: "I'll chop, I'll chop, you dog-footed me, I'll chop, chop, chop." He was indeed an old hand and cut off one spear in two or three strokes.

"You bastard, come here!" A spearman stabbed the enemy soldier's throat accurately, but the enemy soldier grabbed the spear tip with both hands. So he slid back, kicked the ground sideways, bit his cheek and tried to drag him out; the enemy soldier also wrestled with him in the air with bulging eyes.

"Help me, hold me..." The sword fell from the hands of a young and heroic soldier. He covered his intestines that were steaming out of his abdomen, knelt on his knees with a thud, and weakly slapped his comrades around him. Without receiving a response from his good brothers who were red-eyed with killing, he died: "Alas."

The body was moved and a new warrior jumped up to take over his position.

"Ah!" Another warrior was knocked to the ground by three spears stabbing at him like lightning. He turned his head and shouted at the dragon flag on the hillside, "Don't bury me in Jincheng! I don't know the way home! Hiss... It hurts... Eat a cake first."

Seeing that there is a lot of blood and blood, the death festival has never been Gu Xun.

Boom, boom, boom, the drumbeats of the attack grew louder and louder. There were no shouts of desperation from the thousands of "front line" striking with spears, only the clattering of spears and the last struggle of fading lives. Those in front fell, and those behind took up the slack. It was that simple.

The enemy was the same. It was always the case that the front troops were all killed before the rear troops could advance.

The 4,000 strong enemies mobilized by Ming Luo, Gongba Cang and Zhang Jiyong were well-armored, with clothes covering their entire bodies and eyes open, and they could not be seriously hurt by strong bows and sharp swords. Their performance was remarkable, but their willpower and fighting spirit were not as good as those of the opposing group of killers who were born in an internal environment.

In the Battle of Yangzhou, Zhang Xiong and Qin Yan were too lazy to argue, so they simply selected 30,000 elite soldiers each and rode bamboo rafts to fight on the river. More than half of both sides were killed, but there was no chaos. In the end, Zhang Xiong left the battlefield first, unwilling to fight to the death. How are these warriors in Jiangnan? Are they really much worse than the northern armies such as the Control Crane Army and the Silver Spear Xiaojie? But almost no one in later generations knows.

This is the current trend of involution where people disregard life and death, despise human life, and compete in bravery and ferocity.

Can the enemy army withstand such intensity?

Obviously, no; he retreated more than twenty steps in less than an incense stick of time.

The Tang people easily resolved the first and most ferocious attack of the enemy army.

Now, it is Tang's turn to attack and the barbarians' turn to defend.

On the hillside, the saint was not in a hurry. Perhaps because he saw the victory, the noisy noises of drums rose and fell, and the troops were a little confused, so he ordered the trumpets to be blown - to form a line and enforce strict discipline.

Woo—the horn of the central army sounded, and the small formations of the troops responded. The officers whipped them and shouted at them to shut up.

After suppressing his restlessness, the saint quickly climbed onto the horse's back, put on the broken leaf helmet on his wing shoulders, leaving only his eyes exposed, and then took the horse lance from Zhazhu. Ahem, he was not going to charge in person, he was just pretending. Cui Gong's suggestion - create public opinion that the emperor would also wield a lance to kill the enemy. As long as someone said this, most warriors would probably believe it. Three people make a tiger, and people just follow the crowd.

Lai Mei saw that the enemy's flags were discarded, and saw that many of their slaves were holding their heads and crying, and the crying was getting louder and louder. He observed the sun again, took a white yarrow stalk to ask for numbers, and came to a prediction: auspicious, they can be defeated in one battle.

After the tribe was allowed to submit, the emperor loved her beauty and valued her talent, so he ordered the "witches" of the Taichang Temple to be tested. Don't laugh, the Taibu Office under the Taichang Temple is responsible for divination and has always had a staff of eight witches.

As for Laimei's two younger sisters, Jiaxi and Ranxiang, in order to promote national integration, the sage arranged them to live in Penglai Palace and serve as court ladies.

The saint glanced at Lai Mei.

She was wearing a red Kaftan Hu suit with a lapel, a front opening and narrow sleeves, and deerskin boots, which was considered a warrior outfit. The sleeves and waist were gathered, and she wore long pants underneath, which made it easy to move. No matter how big the headlights were, they could be tightly held, so that they would not swing wildly when riding or running, and there was no need to worry about revealing the spring scenery. This was also very popular among women in the mainland, and most women from military families had several sets of it.

For example, the mother-in-law Liu who often accompanied the army on expeditions and the Queen Mother of the Pseudo-Liang.

What to wear if not this?
But he felt that it was not suitable for him to come to the United States.

It makes people angry.

He put his hand under his crotch to prevent himself from poking the horse's back. He believed what was recorded in the Book of Zhou: Later, Ashina was beautiful and well behaved, and Emperor Gaozu respected her deeply. Although she was given a title, she was not dignified.

The deafening fighting and trumpet calls of the army interrupted his fantasy.

The saint felt guilty.

The soldiers were half dead in front of the army, while the beauties were still singing and dancing in the tent. The men were bleeding on the battlefield, but he was flirting with the witch, you beast... Have you been holding it in for too long?

Go back and talk to He Yuqing first.

The wife was trained and developed to be very mature, and could withstand all kinds of beatings and playing, especially when she was made to cry and drool and beg for mercy...hiss, the saint punched her thigh hard. There was a war, and she was still thinking about that little thing.

"Gee." The sage kicked his horse's belly and moved forward with the generals and the main force. As he moved, the marching drums sounded again. The seven Dangxiang tribes, the Dingnan Army, He Chuyu and the left wing Shuofang Army, the right wing Wang Shaorong and other formations beat drums in response, and then marched forward in unison.

The infantrymen shouted a few times, and hit their shields with their swords: "Bang, bang, bang!"

Da, da... the war horses advanced in rows, and the tacit and dull orderly footsteps were like thunder in the clouds before a rainstorm.

The leaves and armor clang in between.

The enemy troops in the rear were so frightened that their hair stood on end. Wasn't it said that the emperor of the Tang Dynasty was overthrown by the people's rebellion? How could the army be so powerful? Did they fall for the tricks of the lords, monks, and fortune-tellers?
"It must be that Guo Linggong has been resurrected."

"No, it's Wei Gao."

"Bullshit! Listen to that cruel laughter. I think it's Hao Yan and Ye Shiliangfu who want to disembowel me and send my body back to my family."

"Ahhhh! That yellow-haired cavalryman charged into the front army alone and is so powerful that he can defeat tens of thousands of enemies. He must be either Li Sheng or Hun Yu!"

"How can we fight this? Go and ask the sorcerer to bless us with divine power!"

"It's over... I knew that those bald donkeys were no good. What do you mean by a mob of Tang people?"

Hearing the increasingly loud discussions, and looking at the monks and white-hatted masters with uncertain expressions, as well as the guards who hastily cast spells and cursed "Die!", Guang'en's expeditionary general Puluhe Nie's face changed drastically, and his scalp subconsciously went numb. Would they collapse without a fight?

The slaves of the Yong tribe belonging to the wealthy families such as Mingluo, Gongba Cang, and Zhang Jiyong also made a commotion and began to experience atavism - they would cry loudly when something was wrong.

Some Tuyuhun people were laughing secretly, saying that the royal army fought well and brilliantly, and that they had finally made their comeback after waiting for so many years.

Humph, you damned stinky enemy, don’t you think there is anyone who can bully us Chinese?
Some Turks looked around, wondering which direction to flee.

"Shoot!" Xifeng Shuolihe waved the command flag, and the eagle shooter drew his bow with a full moon and shot a black armor-piercing arrow that covered the sky.

The enemy soldiers raised their shields to block, but they still screamed. The slaves and the common people prayed to the Buddha and the gods for protection, but many of them did not even have a complete piece of clothing, let alone armor. Many of them fell down like a storm through wheat before they even saw what the Tang army looked like. The thousands of strong enemy soldiers who were fighting with spears on the front line were forced to retreat step by step by the high-spirited Tang army.

Ming Luo took a deep breath, trying to calm his violently beating heart.

Looking up, the Tang army infantry formation has been transformed into dozens of columns. The soldiers held their spears diagonally under their armpits and took small but fast steps. When they joined the front, the columns were combined and divided into three groups. The two groups with fewer people were added to the left and right wings, and the main force was deployed to the space reserved for several small formations with flags written with "Imperial Guards".

Afterwards, the array changed again, forming a crane-wing formation around the emperor.

Woo—the horn sounded again, and amid the thunderous sound of horse hooves, the Tang army's cavalry spread out to the east and west in a black mass, respectively trying to distance themselves or look for commanding heights, apparently preparing for a charge.

Ming Luo was speechless.

The Emperor's intention was obvious. If his elite vanguard troops could not hold off the enemy and were about to be defeated, he would form a cone formation and attack the enemy commander in the center!

This deployment of troops is like an old man selling oil.

He originally thought that the Tang people were just numerous and strong, and that Li Ye was the kind of absurd emperor who would lead hundreds of thousands of troops to the border to show off his power, but in fact he was ambitious and had no knowledge of military affairs. It was not impossible to win if he summoned all the tribes to fight...

"If there are no Hu people, the Han Dynasty will prosper! If there are no Hu people!" The crane flapped its wings fiercely.

After the main force pressed forward, the Tang people launched a fierce attack from the east, west, and center. Calculated based on the one foot and six inches of ground each of them defended, the total width of the spears might have spread to 20,000 feet! Ming Luo stood on the mound and looked out, but he couldn't see the end.

All around there were endless shouts, roars, and screams.

"Puff, puff, puff!" The sound of the spear tip piercing through flesh and blood was like tens of thousands of butchers slaughtering livestock at the same time.

The green fields were in a mess and mud, with semi-fluid filth, intestines, and pieces of meat flying everywhere, like countless worms that had been disemboweled.

Dozens of scarlet pools of blood were seething with steam.

A foul stench spread throughout the air.

A concave groove was directly created in the middle of the enemy army. The warriors in the front were completely squeezed together, swaying, and the middle who were waiting to join the battle shouted and screamed. The attacked east and west wings were twisted and twisted. At the end, some people were running away with disheveled hair.

The samurai army was on the verge of collapse.

Slave department?

I was already scared to death.

Ming Luo covered his forehead and almost fainted. The Tang people who had been crouching for 150 years showed their fangs again at this moment. The cause that the Li family's ancestors had worked so hard to accomplish but failed to accomplish was accidentally accomplished by this kid.

From now on, where should everyone escape to live?

But at this moment, shouts from Tubo, Dangxiang, Turkic and Chinese came from the front, which made Ming Luo and others completely give up.

"Why don't you just make more noise? Why would you work so hard for a bald donkey who kills you like pigs and sheep?"

"Our Ga clan and Lun clan have long submitted to the Heavenly Khan. As long as we grow our hair and change our clothes, we will become citizens of the Tang Dynasty, just like the Chinese."

"Stop fighting! Let's carry the saint into the Golden City together, slaughter the monks and lords and divide up the wealth!"

"The sorcerers have all run away, why don't you surrender?"

"Are there any Turks? Our A's Luo Xue, Lai Mei and Wang Xue, the seven brothers and sisters, have all become the Tang Dynasty's Mo Li envoys and witches. Why are you still fighting with the Tibetans?"

The enemy troops were in uproar.

The Xia general Tuoba Renyou, who had been lurking for a long time, the Jingyuan general Tuoba Lizhen, the Shuofang army's chief military officer Yu Xiu, the cavalry coach Mo Zangqiqi, the tour envoy Wang Shaorong, the red-robed envoy Zhao Chong, the central commander Zhao Fu, and Zha Zhu each led their cavalry to charge, almost breaking the enemy soldiers apart. The slaves screamed and fled in panic.

The cries echoed under the sky.

Shancheng Envoy Zhang Jiyong's clothes, armor and horse were pierced with arrows, and his helmet was missing. He shook his messy braids, turned his horse's head, and shouted to the remaining troops: "The Tibetans are finished, go! Go back to Shanzhou to pack up your belongings and go to the West Sea."

Guangen's punitive envoy Pu Liuru Hei Nie waved to the Tang army: "One of us, one of us, my last name is Pu Liuru!"

"God wants the Great Barbarians to die!" Ming Luo was so angry that he threw his head back and fell off his horse. The staff and subordinates around him tried to help him up: "He fainted from anger and can't get up! Help the inspector to escape."

"Where?"

"Gather the cavalry and the mounted infantry, and head west to the Dafei River."

"What about the infantry and the commoners?"

“Who cares about them!” Everyone looked at Mingjing, Compassion, and Brightness without turning back.

At this time, the samurai army had completely collapsed.

Some of them sat down in groups of three or four, waiting for the Tang army to surrender with ease.

Some people cried while holding their sons’ broken limbs and arms.

Some of them took off their armor and ran wildly after the cavalry.

Slaves and slaves knelt on the ground in groups.

Some enemy soldiers were still offering sporadic resistance in some areas.

But the situation of great defeat is already a foregone conclusion.

The battle of Jincheng has come to an end. Counting from the time they entered Kanglang Mountain, the confrontation between the two sides lasted for twelve days. Counting from the time the enemy and our troops went out at dawn today, it was almost a morning. But the actual fighting lasted only an hour.

The "Hu Wei Qu" that was popular in the Central Plains may no longer be sung by singing girls.

"Suddenly, as if overnight, a spring breeze comes, and pear blossoms bloom on thousands of trees." The sage dismounted, held the reins, looked at the colorful flags fluttering in the wind on the towering city walls and the eternal Yellow River, and suddenly remembered these words.

(End of this chapter)