Northern Prefecture Rivers and Mountains

Chapter 158 Fight Again
This battle was not as easy as Liu Daogui had imagined.

Murong Zhou did not make any tactical mistakes, and the Yan army's performance on the battlefield was also remarkable.

However, the Northern Army and the Eight Towers were superior in fighting spirit, courage, and military discipline. They fought bloody battles step by step and finally crushed the enemy.

The soldiers had already accumulated a lot of anger, and they kept chasing the retreating enemy and killed their way south.

Even those enemy soldiers who were injured but not dead and lay wailing in the mud would be stabbed again.

"Kill the enemy troops first, and then we'll come back to take their heads!" The fire captain shouted in the army.

At this time, even the most tired soldiers would roar and chase south.

"Have you found Murong Zhou?" Liu Daogui asked everywhere. If he didn't kill this man, this battle would not be a complete victory.

Some say it went east, some say it went north, but there is no definite evidence.

The scene was so chaotic that many Yan troops who had fallen behind were encountered along the way. They tried to regroup, organize their formations, and resist, but they were all dispersed by the Northern Army. The corpses almost blocked the Zhu River.

After chasing for half a day, the soldiers were not only not tired, but became more and more courageous.

When you are tired, chew some dry food. When you are thirsty, drink a sip of the light red river water.

Dusk fell quietly, the spring breeze was cool, and looking at the corpses on the ground, Liu Daogui felt inexplicably agitated.

In this world, if you don’t kill others, others will kill you.

There is no need to show any mercy to the enemy.

If I lose this battle, I will die a more miserable death.

The surrendered prisoners were pushed to the riverside in large numbers, their heads were chopped off, and their bodies were kicked into the river. The prisoners just accepted their fate without any resistance and were slaughtered like lambs.

After a short rest, Liu Daogui was just about to order the pursuit to continue.

Several scouts came running from the south, "Report to the army, the enemy Murong Long's 3,000 cavalry are heading straight for our army!"

"How can it be so fast? Oh no, our army is too exhausted to fight." Liu Zun was panting, with blood on his body not yet dried, condensed on his armor, both the enemy's blood and his own.

Liu Guangzhi and Liu Heipi also frowned.

Before ten hours had passed, Murong Long had caught up.

"Although Murong Long has caught up with us, he must be exhausted. Our army has already won, so we might as well retreat to the east," Wang Yuande suggested.

Liu Daogui glanced at the soldiers around him. There were less than two thousand of them, and most of them were injured. Their morale was still good, but their faces were full of fatigue.

It is true that some of them cannot continue to fight, but if they retreat, they will surely die.

Murong Long and Murong De were the two pillars of the Yan State. Almost all the territory south of the Yellow River was conquered by him. Whenever there was a big battle, Murong Chui would use him as the vanguard.

As soon as Liu Daogui retreated, Murong Long would pounce on him like a wolf smelling blood.

The fact that he could arrive at the battlefield early already demonstrates his level and vision.

"Advance still offers a glimmer of hope, but retreat leaves us with no burial place. We are tired, and the enemy is even more tired. Pass the order, each of you light three torches, make a big show of force, and suddenly attack Murong Long!"

Liu Daogui was also very tired, but he remained awake.

The ones you should be afraid of are the Xianbei people on the opposite side, not yourself.

At this time, you should strike with all your might and let the enemy think about whether to fight or flee!
Wang Zhongde said, "Indeed, our army's morale is high, while the enemy's is like a lost dog. Murong Long's troops have come from a long distance, exhausted. Seeing the miserable state of the defeated army, they must be terrified."

"Commanders, orders to each man to make three torches, shout loudly, and meet the enemy!"

The messenger shouted loudly among the soldiers.

Torches lit up, and soon a fire dragon appeared in the twilight.

"Kill, kill, kill..." The shouts came one after another, and combined with the whistling wind in the wilderness, there was an inexplicable rhythm.

It was as if the cries of countless innocent Chinese souls on this land made people feel inexplicably heavy.

Since the Rebellion of the Eight Princes, how many Chinese people have died?
The crimes of the Sima family and the blood feud between the Hu people are too numerous to list.

Liu Daogui vaguely smelled a burning odor in a trance. Looking back, he saw that the soldiers were holding arms instead of torches.

It was wrapped with rags, splinters of wood and leather, and the yellow-green flames crackled, casting a dim light on the soldiers' faces.

In a hurry, they couldn't find enough wood, so the soldiers used local materials...

Liu Daogui smiled bitterly in his heart. The scattered corpses on the ground, the blood-red earth, and the ferocious soldiers had the momentum of an army of the dead. He had to take urgent measures and could not care about so many things in the current situation.

This is a cruel era.

Zhang Fang captured Luoyang and used palace maids as rations. Shi Le was in dire straits and ordered his soldiers to kill each other for food...

At this time, the sound of horse hooves rang out like a violent storm from the southeast.

Judging from the sound, there were at least four to five thousand war horses. The elite cavalry of the Xianbei people usually had two or even three horses per person, so they could rush to the battlefield so quickly.

Liu Daogui stood in front of the formation, the short axe in his hand was full of notches, and the blade was light red, as if it had feasted on the enemy's blood.

A strong wind blew, and the flags behind him fluttered.

In the dark night, the enemy cavalry appeared and disappeared, but they did not charge head-on. Instead, they circled back and forth from the south and did not dare to move forward.

After a stick of incense, the cavalry actually stopped.

It seemed to be stopping to watch, casting a huge shadow on the shallows across the river.

The Zhushui River is shallower than the Sishui River, only waist-deep, so cavalry can easily cross it.

But if they don't come, it means they are guilty.

Moreover, they were cavalry and could have attacked from the east bank, but they chose to retreat to the west bank first. One reason was to avoid being attacked by the defeated army, and the other was to stabilize the morale of the army.

Two thousand troops defeated Murong Zhou's eight or nine thousand troops and killed at least three thousand people. This has already made the Northern Palace Army famous. Murong Long couldn't help but panic.

His subordinates are all elite Xianbei soldiers, and the more elite they are, the less likely they are to be easily sent to the battlefield.

According to the Murong family's long tradition of internecine slaughter, if the elite troops were all defeated, their strength would be greatly reduced, and even self-preservation would be a problem in the future...

"Hey, the enemy is really scared." Liu Zun said happily.

As soon as he finished speaking, five hundred riders jumped into the water, splashing water and rushing towards the other side.

This is testing.

Under the cover of night, Liu Daogui made a loud noise, but it was still a little short of scaring them off.

"I'll go!" Without saying a word, Wang Zhongde picked up a long spear and went directly into the water with more than a hundred soldiers from the Embroidered White and Embroidered Black battalions.

Every soldier had a look of determination on his face.

In the river, the enemy horses could not charge.

Cavalry without speed is even inferior to infantry.

Liu Daogui secretly broke into a cold sweat. It was obvious that his side had reached the end of its strength. If Murong Long saw through their weakness, they would probably die without a burial place.

Murong Long didn't even need to fight head-on, he just had to follow behind, and what awaited Liu Daogui was a crushing defeat.

Therefore, this battle in the river must shock the enemy on the other side.

(End of this chapter)