The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 68: Throwing Corpses into the Lake
The post road from Mibei Ze to Tianjing Village was in chaos.

The cart was stuck in the mud, the horses were struggling, and no one cared.

Vinegar cakes, armor, salt and other baggage were scattered all over the ground, and beans poured out of pockets.

A camel was shot dead on the spot, and the body of the carriage was full of horrible arrows; two big buffaloes knelt on the ground, wailing.

"Where are the cavalrymen... Where are the cavalrymen... Woo..." A Qi man sat in the mud, holding his head and crying.

"Get up!" With a gust of wind, a bald-headed knight flew by, grabbed the soldier's hair, and directly pulled him to sit on the horse's back.

"Hahaha." He pressed his head on the horse's head and stabbed through the cervical spine with a knife.

He raised his hands and the head of the Qi man was thrown high into the air.

"Kill!" A cavalryman of the Qi army charged with a spear.

"Hmph." Xiao rode his horse to meet him, and when they passed each other, he lay on his back on the horse's back. He quickly switched the bone stick in his right hand to his left hand and hit the opponent on the head with it!
"Buzz, buzz, buzz..." Qi Zu felt dizzy and shaky, and was then pulled into Xiao's arms. He swung the knife in his hand horizontally and pulled it - just like slaughtering a pig, a large stream of steaming blood spurted out.

"The chickens and dogs are vulnerable!"

Ta-ta-ta-ta-ta.

The clatter of horses' hooves and the flying mud were all over the place. The 1100 cavalrymen of Leopard continued to attack. They either launched a rain of arrows from a distance or suddenly engaged in close combat with swords, breathing and screaming at the enemy. It was like a bully chasing a girl, but after forcing her into a corner, he was not in a hurry and enjoyed the girl's resistance.

Among the weeds, Qi soldiers were killed on the ground one by one.

Just like a small tree uprooted by a typhoon, with only a few leaves left.

Groups of male and female civilians were trampled into meat paste by war horses, like grains of wheat on a millstone.

"Kill!!!!" On the front, thousands of heavily-armored cavalrymen of the Longjie Army charged straight into the Qi Army's formation. They urged their mounts frantically, their faces grim, and the meter-long lances in their hands were bathed in blood.

"Strike the spears, strike the spears!" The Qi officer's legs were trembling as he shouted loudly at the soldiers.

The soldiers were afraid, shocked and angry.

Are all the scouts dead?

In broad daylight, someone actually cut off their retreat - damn these good-for-nothing generals!

"Where is Deputy Jiedushi Zhang Fan?" Someone wanted to find the second-in-command to lead the battle. If they continued to fight on their own, they would die.

"That evil creature ran away." Someone cursed and responded.

"This guy should have been killed in Yongcheng a long time ago." Upon hearing this, the soldier stamped his feet and cursed.

Rumble, rumble.

Long Jie's army is getting closer and closer.

"Puff, puff, puff!" The knights lay on the horse's back, took out their bows and shot out a wave of sharp arrows.

"Defend against the enemy, defend against the enemy!" With the light cavalry from Leopard and Longxing outside, the Qi people dared not run around anymore. The soldiers beat and scolded each other, pushed each other, pulled faces, slapped each other, and made those comrades who were not determined to stand still. There was a commander who wanted to escape, but he was directly pulled off the horse by the soldiers, and was beheaded in front of the formation.

Soon, the Qi people formed several chevaux de frise arrays.

Long spears, lances, and hook-and-sickle spears swarmed out from behind the big shield, and the dense mass of giant steel needles made people's scalps numb.

"Kill!!!" Long Jie's army came roaring, and the four or five meter long horse lances were simply despairing!
"Ah!" The horse was stabbed by the lance and ran uncontrollably. The knight grabbed the lance tightly with both hands. Rows of Qi soldiers were dragged out of the formation with screams.

"Ah!" Zhan Feng of the Qi army sat on the ground carrying a large shield, kicking the ground with his feet and biting his cheeks to fight back desperately.

"Kill!" The swordsmen swarmed out, holding the small cowhide round shield in their left hands and slashing the horse lances of Long Jie's army.

"Lock!" The hook-and-sickle spears attacked the opponent's horse legs like lightning. "Stab!" The lancers gritted their teeth, their eyes were bloodshot, and they madly hit the lances of Long Jiejun.

"Da Da Da!" Long Jie's army turned their horses and moved back and forth, galloping past the Qi army. The knights put away their horse lances, picked up their horse bows, and shot arrows at the front of the Qi army.

The arrows flew through the gaps, and the Qi army fell down like weeds. They were almost face to face, and no one's armor could stop them!
"Swish, swish, swish!" A shieldman who was seeing stars after being hit by a warhorse was about to sit up when dozens of arrows immediately pierced his eyes, neck, chest and thighs.

"Oh...oh..." He opened his hands and knelt silently, his body like a leaking barrel. A few Hu pancakes in his pocket fell into the mud, and a broken dandelion flew and landed gently on his face.

"Tatatata!" Long Jie's army charged again, and the remaining thousands of Qi army formations were on the verge of collapse. The Qi army watching the battle from the rear were noisy, some yelled and cursed, some laughed wildly, and some were in a daze.

Wang Sanlang's hands were shaking as he changed the strings in panic.

Zhu Hong and several of his comrades pulled the cart and tried to fight based on it.

The civilians fled in all directions, and the soldiers waved whips and the backs of their swords to beat and kick them, trying to save the situation - running around without organization would only lead to faster death!

But the people are the people, and fear will overwhelm all rationality.

"Boom, boom, boom." When the three drums of the royal army sounded, the able-bodied men punched the soldiers, and the women who were dragged back by their hair struggled desperately, screaming piercingly, biting their hands, kicking their crotches, and pulling their hair. The soldiers and civilians trampled on each other and the battle was in chaos.

There were also those collapsed warriors who burst into tears, took off their armor, and begged their comrades to let them go.

The grotesque atmosphere spread quickly like a plague. One soldier after another lost the remaining consciousness, bared their teeth at the people around them, and slashed with their swords - there was a fierce battle in the front and in the back.

They rushed to the western hillside - everyone knew that as long as they climbed the hill, got into the woods, and fled to Meibei Lake, they would be safe. The light cavalry from Longxing and Baozi, who were guarding the periphery, intimidated them like driving a flock of sheep.

Someone looked down at the knife that pierced his stomach, and a face like Huo appeared in front of him.

Some people were knocked down and trampled into the mud by pairs of feet.

Someone was pulled away and pushed out to block the cavalry.

A man was trampled to death by a war horse while holding his wife's hand.

That hillside was very close, and normally it would only take a moment to reach it. But now it was so far away that thousands of people died without being able to run up it.

The small hillside was littered with corpses.

"Gee!" Long Xing and Bao Zi both rushed up the hillside and drove the rest of the people towards Mibei Lake.

Egrets soared over the lake, and an osprey looked back, looking at the remnants of the army that were gathering around it, and dived into the water.

Then, plop sounds were heard one after another.

Qi Jun fell into the lake and grabbed the water plants on the shore, begging desperately, but what responded to him was a final blow.

The soldiers and civilians completely dispersed. Some of the captured civilians jumped into the lake and swam to survive, some ran along the lake, some hid in the woods, and some knelt down far away and shouted and kowtowed.

The cavalrymen from both cities ignored them and just beat and killed the soldiers. The civilians saw this and pushed the soldiers around them and pushed them into the Mi Pond.

The lake surface was bright green, and dark human heads were floating in the water.

Zhang Fan, deputy envoy of Fengxiang Jiedushi, overlooked the tragic scene of Meibei Lake from across a cypress tree - corpses were thrown into the lake to fill it!
Even if they had not suffered such casualties in the battle with the Chao bandits at Longwei Pond during the Zhonghe period, could Fengxiang still recover? Moreover, the Qi people once drove Zheng hunting and threatened the prime minister. Second, they attacked the former emperor and stormed the palace. Third, they entered Chang'an, burned the palace and raped the concubines. Fourth, they robbed the capital, and fifth, they invaded Huzhou... Now that they have suffered such an unprecedented blow, will the court still give Fengxiang a chance to "recover"?
I am afraid that in the eyes of the imperial court, Fengxiang is no different from the Cai thieves and the Wei people.

The battle was played by Li Yexiao, the saint, who hoarded heavy troops at Baima River as a passage to the east. He prepared for a head-on battle with you, but secretly led the main force of the cavalry to bypass Mibei Ze and stabbed the army in the back.

I was careless! The Qi people's soldiers were arrogant and their generals were arrogant. They thought the king's army was just a bunch of women from the Shen Ce Army. How can we not be defeated if we fight in shackles...

Zhang Fan sighed - the offense and defense have changed.

Then, a layer of gray covered his face. It was not his idea to raise an army to rebel. He did not want to lose the happiness and stability he already had for the unknown wealth and honor. But would the saints listen to his explanation of the situation at that time? Would the civil and military officials understand his hardship of being driven by the killing of talents?

(End of this chapter)