The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 290: Another Battle at Shayuan (Part )

"Bang!" There was a loud noise and the entire Shayuan seemed to tremble.

At this moment, countless flying snow and dust suddenly covered the sky and rolled up.

Ghost cries were heard in the smoke and dust. Zhang Congshan rushed out on his horse. His fish-scale armor had the luster and moisture of a blood demon. He went so fast that the dust behind him followed his horse's hooves, forming a long dragon, crackling forward.

Immediately, countless knights broke through the darkness, and blood-red lances rushed forward, shouting and yelling.

Thousands of cavalrymen collided fiercely, and countless horse spears were flying back and forth. The densely packed bodies of people who fell off their horses were simply crushed in the mud, making the mud emit an eerie purple-black color.

On both sides of the shallow stream where the battle took place, the bodies of the cavalrymen and horses of both sides were piled up like mountains. Layer upon layer, dotted across the sandy field, there were all kinds of deaths, all kinds of armor and armor were everywhere, and mad horses were running and screaming. Inside and outside the gate, there were also wreckage and wounded bodies.

Ouyang Jian, the imperial guard Sima Jundutou, a retainer brought from Tianshui by Zhao Fu, who had followed Emperor Li in the battles of Tongzhou, Jinshang, Shouyang Mountain, Jincheng, and Luoyang, had already died on his horse, sitting with his head down, leaning on his sword. His mount stepped on him a few times and carried him back to the camp gate with his long hair flying.

Zhao Fu was defeated!

The cavalrymen risked their lives to charge into the camp, triggering a cavalry battle in the north of the main camp. Under the brutal attack of the heavy cavalry, which was nearly 6,000 men and horses wearing heavy armor, Zhao Fu's mixed light and heavy troops lost more than half of their troops after only seven rounds of fighting, and most of the remaining troops were exhausted and their horses could not obey them.

Zhang Congshan, Nie Lieji, Li Junqing, Li Sixun, these animals sitting on their horses like a small mountain, actually still had the energy to charge! They destroyed everything they passed by, and Zhao Fubu could only defend stubbornly, and then they were disrupted and defeated!
Ouyang Jian, the last captain under Zhao Fu, was killed in battle when he tried to organize a counterattack to cover the defeated army's retreat to the camp.

Under the leadership of Zhang Congshan and Nie Lieji, the cavalrymen from the cavalry overturned countless Tang cavalry in a short time and rushed to the left side of the camp gate. The way forward was cleared by blood and flesh!
Zhao Futori had already lost his ability to fight. He either turned his horse and shouted "Let's go!" or turned back with red eyes, shouting that he wanted to take someone with him.

Outside the camp gate, one could only see the soldiers on horseback killing the defeated soldiers. Countless Tang cavalry who dismounted to surrender were also chopped into pieces!
Some were driven to a small lake nearby. The armored Tang cavalry desperately took off their armor and held onto their horses' necks in an attempt to wade out. They shot arrows from their horses, almost like shooting chickens. An unknown number of people sank to the bottom of the lake, gurgling with blood.

Since the return of the empire, Saint Li had fought in many battles, but he had never suffered such heavy losses in cavalry battles. More than 5,000 cavalry, including two elite officers of the Imperial Guards Cavalry Division, were killed or wounded, more than 400 were captured, and only a few thousand were able to retreat to the camp.

Although they were not defeated and were not trying to escape by throwing away their weapons and armor, they still looked intact and strong, but just rushed towards the gate, no matter how the officers shouted and scolded them.

On the wall, the guards watched the thrilling fight outside. Shouts, the sound of arrows, and the sound of horses' trampling reached everyone's ears.

The civilians were trembling with fear, but the soldiers were silently wearing armor and holding weapons, adjusting their bows and loading arrows. Cartloads of arrows were sent up, but were immediately overturned by a kick and snatched away one by one.

A large group of axemen and swordmen stood densely at the gate and inside the wall, supporting their own defeated troops while being ready to engage in hand-to-hand combat with the cavalry who might break into the camp.

"Look carefully! The Jin dogs are brave and tough. This is no joke! As long as they reach the gate, just shoot them like crazy! Slash with your swords!" A group of officers walked back and forth, making loud noises.

"Roar, roar, roar!" A loud roar and the sound of horses' hooves like thunder were heard, and the large group of soldiers were already gathering at the camp gate. Zhang Congshan was already the first to lead the way, throwing a flying spear and piercing a defender from the wall of the camp to death, and then rushed forward!

"Close the door! Close the door!" The officers stamped their feet and shouted, "We can't take care of those who didn't come in!"

"Fuck you!" The remaining one hundred or so riders gathered at the gate had no choice but to turn around and flee into the wilderness, or shout and rush towards the horses to buy some time for the others!
Zhang Congshan held a lance in his hand, and a leopard knight rushed towards him.

Zhang Congshan's yellow eyes had already turned completely red. He struck the Leopard Knight on the forehead with his club. The head with the iron helmet was instantly deflated. Who knows what the inside of the head looked like!

Zhang Congshan pulled out the opponent's lance with lightning speed, letting the knight be knocked over by the iron hoof and smashed into pieces, and raised his hand to throw out the lance tip.

God knows how strong he is. The armor on the neck of the other Tang rider who came forward was like paper, and the hot blood spurted out and was pierced through.

The Holy Tang Knight held his lance at his throat, his posture still straight, his crotch lowered, his reins in one hand, his eyes looking forward. The horse under his crotch loyally followed the actions of his master who had died for his country, and rushed towards Congshan. Zhang Congshan cut off half of the horse's head with his steel knife!
The horse blood sprayed all over Zhang Congshan.

The dead bodies of war horses were thrown up, forcing Zhang Congshan to take a detour. He cursed with bloodshot eyes: "These people, do you really think you won't die? Your courage is commendable, but... it's useful? Stop fighting! I'll vouch for Marshal Li, and from now on I'll treat you as my own family!"

"It makes me want to laugh!" Someone raised his voice, "We lost after such a long battle, so we lost! It's only because our elite cavalry is not here that Liu Xianyuan, Wu Xiong and Long Jie's division are here to let you know that the sword is made of iron! If you have the guts, fight us to the end in Shayuan! As for the lives owed, I, the saint, will lead the troops to claim them! Wait for that day!" "We are of the same roots, why are we so anxious to fight each other!" Zhang Congshan shook his head leisurely and just smiled, "Damn it! The saint and the marshal are half father and son. They have been so close for so long, but I don't know why they suddenly have such a big hatred! Bring us here to fight... Why don't you just go back and kill the saint to end the dispute! There is no hatred between our two armies!"

"Haha! Why don't you kill Li Keyong! Kill the one-eyed dragon, open the gate to welcome the saint, and we will serve as imperial guards together and eat the rewards from Emperor Li! How much can you achieve by guarding a one-eyed dragon? Even if you are a military governor, Emperor Li's territory is much larger!"

There was a loud sound of "whoosh!" It was Zhao Fu throwing a half-broken spear at Zhang Congshan, hitting a man behind Zhang Congshan, and yelled, "Retreat!"

In the melee, the two sides were already a hundred steps away from the gate.

The sound of bowstrings snapping could be heard everywhere, followed by a swarm of arrows that flew indiscriminately at friend or foe.

Zhao Fu dodged and threw away his lance, and hid a stirrup under the horse's belly!

Inside the gate, the long passage from front to back was crowded with armored soldiers, holding iron shields wrapped in pestles, long-handled swords and axes, and staring outside the gate with their eyes.

Zhang Congshan pulled the reins hard and his horse turned around and rushed out.

Behind him, thousands of Blood Red Knights saw this scene, their faces changed, they shouted and screamed, and retreated in a black mass. Some people shouted: "Go! Go! The Shayuan camp is as tight as his mother's Jingxing Pass and Shiling Pass, there is no way to break through!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Congshan saw the large group of infantrymen surging near the left side of the gate, leaning back one after another, and throwing out the spears in their hands, covering the sky and the sun!

Zhao Fu, oh Zhao Fu, let's see how long you can hold out against your opponent, and what your end will be in this life!
Almost instantly, Zhang Congshan made a judgment - the attack on the camp had failed.

A trick that has always worked failed!
In history, Li Keyong and his son Li Cunxu were very good at attacking the enemy's camp.

When the Bian army surrounded Taiyuan, Li Keyong's elite cavalry broke into the camp from time to time. The Bian people had no cavalry to fight back, so they were driven to death and their morale was greatly reduced. They finally lifted the siege. The siege of Luzhou was also saved by Li Yazi's breakthrough in the fog. In the Battle of Baixiang, there was also a hilarious case of Zhu Wen's White Horse Army cavalry being broken into by Li Siyuan's 100 cavalry, and returning with two cavalry generals under their arms.

Fortunately, Emperor Li was able to defend himself.

If the cavalry under Zhao Fu had behaved like the Bian army today, the Shayuan camp would have been in chaos.

Seeing that the action from Ma Zhi had failed, the Tielin troops that had been feinting attacks in other directions also gave the order to retreat!
The sound of armor leaves rang out, and a group of Shatuo, Xi, Turkic, Uighur, Jurchen, and Khitan generals gathered together, casting all kinds of looks. Helpless, cold, disdainful, annoyed, and resentful. Looking at Li Junqing, Li Sixun, and Zhang Congshan, they asked, "What should we do now?"

"What should we do?" Zhang Congshan rolled his eyes, scratched his neck and smiled, "They are Shatuo, and I am Turk. They are military envoys, and I am the commander. They have the final say! But looking at the king's army, it's difficult... After killing Zhao Fu, the saint will definitely provide him with additional cavalry, and they may already be on the way! If we can't rush in as fast as lightning, it would be foolish to risk our lives to fight against arrows, arrays and steel knives. That's not called fighting!... Horses are so precious, they can't be wasted like this. In a field battle, we can kill a dozen of them each! We can deal with them later, why rush! Didn't the commander-in-chief say that we should try our best this time, and if it doesn't work, we won't force it. It's better to preserve our strength."

"How about taking a day off and trying again when you have time?" suggested a Turkic general.

"Let's not try!" Li Junqing, who was still a little hesitant, immediately waved his hand: "Wait until we have rested, and the saint's support will arrive. Let's just waste time. Fight, fight, fight! Fight a chicken... What I hate most is to break camp and attack the city... Let's go back! We are good at fighting in the wild, let's go back to find the commander, see if we can trick the saint out, fight him at Tonglingbi, and destroy him!"

Zhang Congshan chuckled, "Don't underestimate Saint Li. He's not very good at leading troops to fight, but he's not stupid either. It's hard to take advantage of him! Besides, why risk your life for those idiots like Li Hongdao! They traveled hundreds of miles to eat snow. They really treat us like animals! If it weren't for these thieves, we would be sleeping at home with our legs up and our women in our arms!"

"Tsk." Li Sixun sighed and pointed at the Shayuan camp: "Saint, a hero... I really don't know what's wrong with the Marshal... Going against him... He's just a governor of four towns, why is he pretending to be Zhu Quanzhong to me! I think we have to talk... If the Marshal knows what's good for him, maybe he can still keep the Sikong of that damn governor. If he still dreams, he doesn't know how to advance or retreat. He is not worthy of surviving in this chaotic world, and he is not worthy of being called a hero. We will deal with him ourselves!"

The generals burst into laughter.

These Ma Zhi were Li Keyong's personal soldiers, and they were used to being arrogant. Not to mention talking about Li Keyong behind his back, even if they argued with him in person, Li Keyong might not dare to do anything. An Yuanxin of the Tielin Army lost the battle, and he was sent to Chengde for a few months of vacation. When he came back, Li Keyong reinstated him without saying a word. Nowadays, all military leaders, big and small, are the same, including saints. As long as you don't rebel openly, I will think you are loyal.

"Let's go!" Li Sixun stopped talking nonsense, whistled, and rode away. The soldiers around him were all eager to leave Shayuan as soon as possible!

(End of this chapter)