Northern Prefecture Rivers and Mountains

Chapter 157 Fighting
South of Onozawa.

It was a clear spring day. A group of egrets were moving slowly across the sky. Beneath the sky, two groups of people had already collided violently.

If you look down from the sky, one side is a huge beast with its bloody mouth wide open, and the other side looks like a small sharp cone.

But sometimes the behemoth is not necessarily stronger, but the spike is more ferocious and proactive.

The soldiers of the Banner Army and the Northern Army roared forward, their eyes bloodshot.

"Head!"

"money--"

"woman--"

These people seemed to be crazy, bursting out with primitive animality, not afraid of the raging waves of swords and spears, each of them bravely moved forward, trying their best to swing the weapons in their hands, but in the madness, they did not lose their formation.

These arrays have long been ingrained in their bones.

Just as someone, blinded by rage, left the main formation, he was scolded by the leader of the line behind him, "He Shi'er, come back! Anyone who leaves the main formation without permission will die in vain!"

These lowest-level military officers were selected by Liu Daogui from his subordinates. Almost all of them were veteran soldiers of the Northern Palace who had fought for more than ten years and had rich war experience.

And it was these people who maintained the cone formation.

The spikes kept moving forward, and blood and flesh flew everywhere. Countless Yan soldiers fell down screaming, plowing a bloody path on the green ground, which was covered with broken limbs and broken internal organs.

The smell of blood filled the sky in an instant.

The smell of blood, grass and soil mixed together, giving off an inexplicable sense of freshness. When inhaled into the lungs, it made one's blood boil.

Liu Daogui became more and more courageous as the battle went on. At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: he must not lose.

On the other hand, the Yan army had more than four times the strength of the Northern Palace Army. At the beginning, they could barely resist. Four or five hundred armored soldiers formed a dense crane wing formation, trying to cover the unarmored long-lance soldiers and archers behind them.

But it was pierced through by the cone array in one round.

The armored defense line was torn open, exposing the flesh and blood behind it.

Liu Daogui was covered in blood, and half of the twenty-nine soldiers around him had fallen down.

Liu Zun and Liu Heibi fought hard in the front, like wild beasts that never knew fatigue, constantly waving their axes and long swords, tearing the enemy soldiers into pieces.

His ferocious appearance frightened the enemy so much that they turned and fled.

But he had only taken two steps when he was hacked to the ground by the Xianbei supervisory team behind him.

Murong Zhou is also a veteran who has experienced bloody battles.

The Dingling, Jin and Hu people were driven to the front, while the Xianbei troops supervised the battle from behind.

People were forced out, with the long swords of the supervisory team behind them, and the Yan army could only rush forward like mad.

Even a group of wild boars rushing in one direction can cause huge casualties.

What's more, these Yan troops were once soldiers of Zhai Wei. When they became crazy, they were also fearless of death.

They didn't care about the formation and were forced forward by the long swords and arrows behind them.

The pressure suddenly increased.

Many soldiers' swords were broken and their spears were broken in the fighting.

"Just move forward and ignore the enemy troops on your left and right!" Liu Daogui commanded his soldiers while hacking at the enemy troops.

At this time, the ring-handled sword is not as effective as the short axe in his hand.

Even if the axe blade is chipped, it can still kill the enemy.

The sword and spear were broken, greatly reducing their lethality.

The pace of advancement is getting slower and slower.

Murong Zhou was very clever. He reorganized the armored soldiers who had been scattered before and mixed them in with the unarmored Yan army, blocking the attacks of the Northern Palace Army layer by layer.

He was like a seasoned hunter exhausting his prey. To him, it didn't matter how many Dingling, Jin, and Hu people died under his command.

"Drive out the barbarians and restore—"

At this moment, someone suddenly shouted, the sound penetrated most of the battlefield, but stopped abruptly.
Liu Daogui looked in the direction of the sound and saw a soldier being pierced through the body by three spears of the Yan army. Before dying, he used up his last bit of strength to roar to the sky.

This soldier was so young, only about sixteen or seventeen years old, and there was still a hint of childishness in his voice.

The battlefield seemed to suddenly become quiet at this moment.

But soon, more than a dozen armored soldiers rose up and rushed forward, shouting in unison: "Drive out the barbarians and recover our land!"

Liu Daogui would think these eight words were nothing special when he heard them on ordinary days, but on this tragic battlefield, they were extremely shocking and could instantly unite everyone.

The army, like people, needs faith and hope.

Money and women do not represent everything.

These more than ten Tiger Guards were like a bonfire lit in the dark night, illuminating people's hearts amidst a sea of ​​corpses and blood.

The soldiers' slogans were no longer "money" or "women", but "drive out the barbarians and recover our land"...

One sound after another echoed throughout the battlefield.

Liu Daogui felt something explode in his chest, his mind was full of the young soldier who had just died, and everything in front of him was covered in blood.

Life and death are no longer important at this time. What is important is to destroy the enemy in front of you and leave no one alive!
In an instant, a storm arose on the battlefield.

The spiked cone formation dispersed and turned into a long whip, lashing towards the Yan army fiercely.

Everyone struggled forward, and the ground was covered with corpses.

Generals Liu Zun, Liu Heibin, Wang Zhongde, Gao Xun and others were all turned into bloody men, their armor was torn to pieces, but they still rushed forward recklessly.

The elite soldiers followed behind, and no one retreated.

Finally, a yellow-headed barbarian threw away his weapon, turned around and ran away like crazy, shouting: "Madmen, they are all crazy..."

As he escaped, the Yan army, which had already reached its limit, suddenly collapsed with a "boom".

The Yan army scattered like birds and beasts, no longer caring about the Xianbei supervisory team behind them.

They were even knocked to the ground, with countless pairs of feet stepping on them, causing them to scream.

Even the Yan army's flags were drowned by the chaos...

"All the troops, attack and kill!" Liu Daogui roared wildly, and rushed forward with a short axe, fighting and killing the Hu people, venting the anger in his heart.

The more enemy troops killed, the more glorious the victory.

Otherwise, these Xianbei people would flee the battlefield and regroup.

Liu Laozhi crossed the Yellow River to support Fu Pi in Yecheng and defeated Murong Chui twice in the front lines. However, Murong Chui persevered, rallying his defeated troops and continuing to fight. Finally, he found an opportunity to strike a decisive blow...

A temporary victory is not worth celebrating, and a temporary defeat is not worth being sad about.

A good warrior does not necessarily have great achievements. Murong Zhou is also a tough opponent. If it were any other enemy, he would never have been able to hold on until now.

There are still many Yan soldiers scattered behind. If he is asked to gather the defeated troops and join the troops behind, even if the soldiers still have the will to fight another battle, they will not have the strength.

"Drive out the barbarians and recover our rivers and mountains—"

The mountains and plains were filled with the loud shouts of soldiers. No matter whether they were from the Northern Army or the Chuang Army, all of them were closely connected because of these eight words.

The enemies were chopped to the ground one by one.

Even if you kneel on the ground and beg for mercy, you can't escape the knife.

At this time, prisoners can only become a burden and slow down the pursuit. The correct approach is to kill the enemy to the greatest extent possible.

(End of this chapter)