Spring and Autumn I Am King

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This chapter makes a special trip to thank the book friends for being the second leader of the book under the phoenix tree! Cough, now I find that I'm tired enough, let's do it today, wait for the holidays to add more

The Qi people's counterattack happened suddenly, but fortunately Zhao Wuxi's horse fighting experience was extremely rich. Facing the densely packed enemies on the opposite side, Wu Xie slightly slowed down the horse's speed, clamped the horse's belly with black hoofs with both legs, and clenched the horse's bridle with one hand. Kai, his subordinates showed no mercy, and with a puff, he stabbed into a Qi soldier's belly.

He didn't even have time to see what the Qi man who died in his hand looked like, so he suddenly pulled out his spear and threw the other Qi ** official who wanted to come over and chop off Xing Ao holding the flag to the ground, blood red.

At this point, he has also gradually fallen from the first echelon to the back, and the riders have bypassed from the side, protecting the master in the middle. Without a shirt or a polite fake, he directly abandoned his spear and opened his bow, stationed his horse to shoot, and every time he shot an arrow, he galloped past the fallen corpse and moved forward for a certain distance.

Soon, the second wave of Qi soldiers who had surrounded them was killed and scattered. The cavalry broke seven Qi battalions in a row and swept nearly half of them, getting closer to the Qi army's baggage and forage.

But there were a lot of Qi soldiers, a total of 3,000 people. They killed one wave, and another wave came up. They rushed through three waves of containment one after another, and Wu Xie felt the pressure doubled.

The drums stopped for a while, the enemy took a break, Wu Xie turned around and looked around. The cavalry's speed advantage ended there. At this time, many of the cavalrymen who rushed to kill with no shirts changed from riding to walking. Looking around, only about half of them remained on their horses.

However, even though the two hundred people abandoned their horses, the light knights all wore leather armor. After rigorous training, there were only dozens of casualties. Although most people are covered in blood, they are still in good spirits. They may have daggers. Or draw a horn bow, wrap around a shirtless for protection, but don't have the strength to charge again.

The rising sun seemed to be unable to bear to look at the tragic scene of corpses lying all over the field, and it was hidden among the clouds, and the sky had become densely clouded at some point in time.

Under the encouragement of the commander and the sound of drums, although the Qi people in front of them were only a baggage troop, they were not comparable to the group of thieves who could not help but be beaten by a single blow. They are the proud Qi people who once dominated the feudal lords, although the monarch was harsh and did not spare the people. But until hundreds of years later, this country still has countless strategists, making the princes tremble, and must not be underestimated.

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Although the group of Qi soldiers who had just been defeated fled, the leaders among them were beheaded one after another, which led to more Qi soldiers swarming, and some archers started shooting arrows in the distance.

A sporadic rain of arrows flew towards the knight, and Wu Xie led someone to shoot at him, and a flying arrow shot from the left towards Zhao Wu Xie's horse. But it stuck on the wooden shield with a thud, which was Mucha's shield.

"The Qi people still have more than a thousand people who can fight. If they are encircled, we can't ask for it. Why can't Yu Xi come over!?" Mu Xia held a sword and shield, which was the last line of defense in front of Wu Xia. Can not help but talk about the companion.

"Ah woo woo woo woo woo woo..."

His voice did not fall. Through the chaotic and noisy battlefield, a long horn sounded from the east and west ends of Qiying. It's deep and deep. Filled with mourning, joined the chorus of this dawn. The trumpeter is full of energy, and the whining sound is continuous, making people think that there are thousands of soldiers in ambushes.

The Qi people were shocked, and when they looked back, they saw to the east, three hundred light cavalry with bright armor had already crossed the stream, struggling to cover from the Qi people's gradually forming Chen Hou, there was a tall and thin black armored cavalry officer. A horse is present, swinging a spear and fighting hard.

On the west side, a sturdy man without an inch of armor was about to split, and after throwing away his horn, he let out a roar. He struggled to throw the short halberd in his hand, like a meteor chasing the moon, the halberd head pierced through the front chest of the soldiers on the bank and pierced out of the body. Nearly a hundred warriors behind him also strode across the stream and rushed into the Qi camp, and wherever they went, it was as if they were devastated.

It was Yu Xi's partial division and Tian Ben's nearly 100 soldiers. They were responsible for pretending to be in ambush before the war, and after the cavalry had finished charging, they were responsible for going down the mountain to complete the fatal blow!

After the reinforcements arrived, the morale on Wu Xie's side also soared, and the horsemen who were still on their horses retreated slightly and launched an attack again. Encouraged by Zhao Wu Xie's heroic killing, they were invincible. Under the leadership of Mu Xia, the martial arts shield swordsman also followed, slashing from left to right, and was invincible.

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Just now, Zhao Wuxi penetrated seven or eight camps of the Qi people from the front, and wherever they passed, the Qi people were all defeated. At this time, after being attacked from behind by Yu Xi and Tian Ben, it was even worse.

Wu Xie and the remaining 400 men under his command continued from south to north to break up the camp and rush towards the enemy. He galloped past on his horse, surrounded by hundreds of cavalry, Han Guang and Yin Hong shone at the tip of his spear, and Zhao's scorching sun bird soared above his head. The remnants of the Qi people were attacked from three sides, and they completely collapsed under the impact.

The suspense of the battle is over. After the continuous defeat, the Qi people once planned to escape, but because the camp was surrounded by streams on three sides, the icy winter stream made people afraid to set foot. What's more, there were some soldiers with crossbows waiting to die, so most of them chose to surrender, and only a hundred people escaped.

But the battle was not easy, and some Qi soldiers were stubbornly resisting. After the war, Zhao Bing lost a total of nearly 200 people, many of whom were found in the dead. In the pool of coagulated blood—the clouds were black, and the surroundings became colder and colder, as if the sky was about to change.

When Wu Xie met Yu Xi again, he was not riding the original gray horse, but a piebald zebra. Mucha's shield was also replaced three times in a row. The first two were smashed into pieces by the arrow rain and the spear. The wooden shield in his hand was still engraved with deep marks of the sword.

Fortunately, his right-hand man and Wu Xie himself were safe and sound, but his fine leather armor painted with red on a black background was almost dyed red with blood, although most of the blood belonged to someone else. The only injury he suffered was the jaw of his right hand that was shattered due to the violent collision of the spear with the human body. At this time, the sable gloves were slippery and painful.

But he didn't have time to take care of it, and there was still a lot to do next. He let the living take care of the dead, and counted the casualties of his own troops, so that he could easily decide whether they could move quickly. Yu Xi took dozens of cavalry to the south to monitor Tu Dao, guarding against reinforcements from Qi. They also asked the subordinate officials to tie the two thousand Qi prisoners together, and then count the captured grain, chariots and horses for later release.

In the end, Wu Xie also checked the mount "Black Hoof" and found no serious injuries, only a few scratches. So he breathed a sigh of relief, handed over the horse to the rider, and sat down weakly in a safe tent.

With the help of Xing Ao, he took off his gloves and even the hard leather armor, and threw it on the ground, moving his sore and swollen elbows and fingers.

"How many people fought in ancient times..." For some reason, he suddenly said this to Xing Ao, and the boy was also shot with an arrow, but fortunately it was only a scratch through the skin.

War, whether in the process or after the victory, is not as beautiful and majestic as the poet's frontier poems. Only before the war will you think about the majesty and majesty. When fighting, you will only think about how to keep yourself from dying and keep your subordinates from dying. After the war, he just wanted to pour himself a few buckets of rice wine and forget about the terrifying fight, and then dragged his tired body to find a soft fur bed for a good night's sleep.

The Qi people's baggage troop carried at least more than 100,000 shi of grain, and now it fell into his hands at one time, but Wu Xie could not take it away for the time being. When Qihou learned that the food was robbed, he would probably be furious, and he would send thousands of people back to rescue. They only had a few hours to deal with the funeral. Burning the food may be the best way, although there is no compassion and some reluctance.

As for the more than 2,000 Qi prisoners, how to deal with them is also a big problem. Don't say that his brain of later generations can't accept this kind of thing. If he really does this, he will probably be attacked by the whole world. After all, this era is still the Spring and Autumn Period, not the Warring States Period.

While Zhao Wuchen was thinking about it, Mu Xia's scolding came from outside the tent...

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After the scolding, there was a request for instructions, and it was Tian Ben's voice, as if something was wrong.

"Come in!"

In front of his subordinates, Wu Xie had to maintain his dignity. After he organized his appearance, he saw that Mucha first opened the tent and got in. Although the simple and honest big man was tired, he put on a new sword and shield and kept guarding him.

A group of people followed behind, some sturdy pawns, most of whom were light chivalrous men under Tian Ben. They beat them too hard, too deadly, almost everyone was injured, their leather armor was sunken, and their bodies were dirty. These people kept laughing and laughing outside, but when they saw Wu Xie, they suddenly became quiet like a mouse seeing a cat, and obediently bowed their heads.

Tian Ben has always controlled his subordinates with absolute loyalty to Zhao Wuxi, and Zhao Xiaosikou's bravery is also admired by them, so they all obey from the heart.

Then came Tian Ben, who was still holding a young man in white fur and dark clothes and wide sleeves.

The young man's eyebrows are handsome and arrogant, and the white fur is made of dozens of white fox skins, which is hard to find in the world. The clothes inside are also extremely bright, with ink and vermilion, which are the favorite colors of the princes of the Xia Dynasty, but the high crown inlaid with jade and tortoiseshell is crooked, looking a little embarrassed.

And his sword was also thrown to the ground by Tian Ben. It was the most precious sandalwood scabbard, inlaid with gold and jade, and it was gorgeous and graceful.

This person is not simple ~www.wuxiahere.com~ Wu Xie looked at Tian Ben with questioning eyes.

"Bei Sikou, he was caught outside the tent of the Chinese army."

Outside the big account? Probably a certain dignitary of Qi who was with the army, not an ordinary minister, perhaps the Duke of Qi? Or the master of a certain great city?

"Who are you?" Zhao Wuyi leaned forward and asked the noble young man.

"Yu Mingyangsheng." The young man who was talking about the standard Yayin was a little flustered at first, but at this moment he tried to calm himself down, and it could be seen that he had received a good noble education, and even this situation did not lose his etiquette.

"Yangsheng?" Zhao Wuxi frowned, recalling this familiar name. If he heard it correctly, this young man was the one who shouted to revive Qi's morale, the commander-in-chief of Qi's baggage troop.

The aristocratic young man from Qi raised his head high, like a rooster who still pretended to be unyielding after defeat, but his trembling body revealed his fear.

Seemingly annoyed that Wu Xie didn't know his name, he reiterated his emphasis: "Yu is the son of the Marquis of Qi, the son of Yangsheng!" (To be continued...)