The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 48: Can the revenge of nine generations still be avenged?
Long Jiejun is still waiting.

Zhang Jide, commander of the left wing, was missing. He divided the 3,000 cavalry into three teams of 1,000 men, and attacked the enemy from the left, right, and rear, forcing the enemy's formation to collapse.

Liu Xianyuan climbed up a jujube tree and overlooked the entire battlefield from above.

The Yingwu army was on the defensive, while the Bin bandits attacked fiercely, with countless spears and lances stabbing each other. The front row warriors sat on the ground and used their bodies to support the shields, while using their swords to slash the opponent's spears that were stuck and difficult to pull out. But the effect was not good. The front row warriors were extremely exhausted, sweating profusely, exhausted, and often had to cut four or five times before they could break.

There was also the danger of being targeted by the enemy archers, so he didn't dare to stick his head out to attack.

So Liu Xianyuan saw that the spearmen on both sides were desperately advancing, trying to drive the other side back, and from time to time someone was lifted up into the sky and stabbed into a pulp. The soldiers in the back row shouted loudly to cheer for their own people.

If there is a vacancy, move up quickly.

After observing for a while, Liu Xianyuan jumped down from the tree with a heavy face.

The enemy's formation is still quite solid, and the situation is still unclear. They need to be patient and wait - when the enemy is exhausted, they will build up momentum to break in and knock down the enemy's formation in one fell swoop.

Bining Army Formation.

Wu Xiong rubbed his temple and felt like he was about to faint.

After eating jerky mixed with wild vegetables for a month, he was already severely malnourished.

He glanced at the cavalrymen on the hillside not far away who were staring at him, and then looked anxiously at the men who were fighting, and could not help but stamp his feet lightly. His eyes were blurry, and he estimated that the men were in the same situation.

With only 3,000 men against 10,000 infantry and cavalry, the disparity was huge. The battle had lasted for almost half an hour, and the men were still unable to defeat the enemy before their physical strength was exhausted. Defeat was imminent.

Wu Xiong actually didn't want to go out of the city to fight in the field, but he was relying on the soldiers who were out of food to defend the city, and he was afraid that his head would be chopped off as a token of his surrender.

Instead of that, it would be better to take advantage of the boys' hunger and fight them head-on.

We won, got the credit, and also got food and supplies.

The worst that could happen if we lose is that we have to give up Qiyang County and flee north. This place has long been a den of ghosts anyway and is not worth lingering in.

It’s such a pity.

The royal army did not collapse at the first blow. Although its fighting power was only mediocre, it had the advantage of having large numbers, well-equipped weapons and armor, and they were all well fed.

Where are the boys?

For a moment he wanted to die.

After hesitating for a while, Wu Xiong called a few military officers and whispered, "We are doomed to fail. If we gather the defeated soldiers back to the city, the soldiers may rebel and kill us. Take some dry food and leave immediately."

One of the military students cried out, "Are you not bringing any of your men with you?"

"Take his mother." Wu Xiong cursed, holding his head in a daze, and replied: "Before the battle, I promised to capture the royal army's food and grass for our own consumption. Now it's gone down the drain. How can my men forgive me?"

"Let's go." Wu Xiong lamented.

"Then let's go." The cadets exchanged glances, immediately jumped on their horses and shouted, "Meet the enemy!"

Wu Xiong squeezed the mule, raised his knife and shouted, "Follow me!"

On the hillside, Liu Xianyuan looked down and saw more than a hundred enemy cavalrymen running back, so he made a prompt decision and ordered an advance.

The cavalry on the left and right rushed down the hillside and attacked along the outer perimeter of the enemy formation.

The Bin army was fighting hard with the captured food and grass, and had already lost their strength. The cavalrymen who kept passing by the front of the formation shot them with arrows, and their formation was in disarray. From time to time, dozens of knights broke into the Bin army's formation and wreaked havoc, opening a gap for the army.

The heroic troops who had been fighting on the front had already lost their spirits, and when they saw the enemy being ravaged by the cavalry, they breathed a sigh of relief. Under the command of the officers, they slowly advanced forward.

"When chasing the enemy in the front line, the limit is 100 steps!" Wang Congxun reminded, and then led his personal soldiers to join the battle.

"The time to achieve great things is now." Seeing this, Cao Wei, one of the ten generals of the imperial guards, also followed with his family members and farmers.

The Bin army's formation was in disarray and could not be contained.

The battle slowly came to an end, the whole process lasting less than two hours.

A gentle spring breeze blows by.

Wu Xiong patted his mule as he drove away. He looked back at the dark plains littered with carriages and horses and covered in blood, and was speechless.

The dog emperor took advantage of the situation, attacked the commander-in-chief from behind, and killed three thousand good men in Bingzhou...

How could this be done by the emperor?
The revenge of nine generations can still be avenged, we'll see. ...

"The one who killed Bingzhou's inner court commander Cai Desheng in battle was the first commander of the Longjie Army's left wing - Xifeng Shuolihe!" A knight pulled up the reins and leapt into the camp on his horse, with a bloody head covered with tendons pierced by a lance in his hand.

Killing the military commander in battle will be rewarded with thirty silks. This is cause for celebration.

A group of soldiers surrounded him.

"You are quite a capable Dangxiang man."

"Which tribe are you from?"

"..."

In the big tent, Wang Congxun, Ximen Yuanyuan, Wang Shaorong, Zhang Jide, Liu Xianyuan and other generals walked in quickly and bowed together, saying: "We, the generals, have fulfilled our mission and defeated the Wuxiong tribe in Bingzhen. We beheaded a thousand people and captured nearly two thousand people. The remaining remnants fled into the hills to hide and could not be captured."

In front of the crowd, the saint suppressed his excitement, accepted the greeting calmly, and praised generously: "Heaven has given me a divine general, so what do I have to worry about?"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" The generals were in an indescribable mood after defeating the enemy head-on, especially against a powerful force like the Bin Division.

Only Ximen Yuanyuan.

Wang Congxun and others have developed a fear of the sage, which is not a good thing for my father. When he returns to the court with a great victory, will he be punished? If the sage continues to move north and wins a few more victories, will the eunuchs still be able to control him?

Perhaps it is time to persuade the saint to return to the capital.

"Are you Wang Shaorong?" Amid the noise, the saint pointed at the tall, taciturn man standing next to Wang Congxun and asked.

Wang Shaorong obviously didn't expect the saint to remember him, so he quickly stood up and said, "Yes, saint."

"What is your current position?"

"The left wing patrol commander of the Yingwu Army is in charge of patrolling the camp, guarding, scouting, and assessing the enemy."

"A military man is careful and honest. I see that you are cautious in doing things. Today you broke into the enemy camp to rescue the wounded, showing your love for others. Given time, you will become a great man." The sage praised him and raised his hand. The Zhonglang General Du Luyi, who was standing beside him, filled a cup of wine, walked over and offered it, saying, "Sage, please drink."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..." This taciturn man was not very good at socializing. After the Tianwei Army was disbanded, he once planned to go to Shuzhong to buy a piece of land and become a farmer. Now that the saint had shown him a favor, he was a little terrified. He didn't know what to say after a long while. Should he express his gratitude, loyalty, or...

"The king and his subjects sit together, and are one. There is no need to worry about it. Just drink." The sage was open-minded and helped him out.

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Wang Shaorong took the full drink.

"Zhang Jide, the commander of the left wing of the Longjie Army, I heard that you are from Yinzhou, and your grandfather has been a soldier in Xiasui Town for generations. A few years ago, the Chinese envoy came to the north to buy horses and recruit soldiers, and you signed up." The saint looked at the rough man and said, "I heard that there are many knights in the north of Helong. Today, I know it is true. You plundered the enemy's formation, killed the camp with a hundred cavalry, and were the first to break through the Bing army formation. Your contribution is not small."

Zhang Jide stood up and bowed, saying, "Since I have been entrusted by the king, I shall serve him faithfully."

A real man, who doesn't want to fight in war? If the Dingnan Army had not been occupied by the Tanguts, he couldn't stand the smell, so how could he come to the capital to seek a future. The saint saw him fight bloody battles with his own eyes, and publicly praised his merits. He would probably be appointed when he returned to the capital. That's good. Compared with the treacherous and cunning eunuchs, he would rather deal with people who don't have so many calculations.

"Commander Ximen, when the army set out westward, did you ever think about being able to defeat the troops of the vassal states with your mighty army?" The saint looked at Ximen Yuanyuan, who was sitting there daydreaming, and asked.

"I haven't had a good night's sleep for so many days since I went on the expedition. I didn't expect to really win the battle." Ximen Yuanyuan took a sip of wine.

"I have read the battle reports of Long Jie and Ying Wu armies one by one." At this point, the saint changed the subject: "Ma Quanzheng, Yin Shouzhi, Xifeng Shuolihe, Chen Xizhen, Mo Zangqiqi, Cao Cong, Cao Tong, Jiang Tao, Cao Zhe... If I remember correctly, there are 37 people in total, right? Among them are warriors, lieutenants, and ten generals. There are also new local tyrants. They fought very well, I remember them all."

"Come." The saint poured himself a glass of wine, looked around at the civil and military officials present, and said, "All the warriors are here today. Let's end the banquet, deal with the rewards, and have a good rest. Three days later, we will go north to Dazhen Pass and kill Li Ni and his son."

"Yes." Led by Wang Congxun, all the warriors, lieutenants, military commanders, lieutenants, and commanders stood up at the same time, as if they had agreed in advance, and said in unison: "Congratulations to the Saint!"

Li Ye drank it all in one gulp.

He kind of enjoyed this feeling.

Sitting deep in the palace, there is absolutely no chance to get close to the warriors like now.

Sitting in the deep palace and playing with women is indeed not as exciting as conquering everyone.

As expected, prestige and awe never come out of thin air. As a superior ruler, at least you have to look brave and fight, so that others will fight for you. Li Ye was not sure about the rest. The only thing he could be sure of was that if he did not come, even the most trusted Wang Congxun would not be as diligent and serious as he was these days: getting up to inspect more than a dozen times a night, and bringing his personal soldiers to supervise the battle.

After all, Xiao Wang was one of the thieves who was supervised in the war.

Other generals may not necessarily obey the young king.

But with the saint here, everyone can maintain superficial harmony and unity.

(End of this chapter)