Spring and Autumn I Am King

The battle between the two armies is not a one-shot decision, but a process of **** each other. After the right wing formed by the Handan soldiers collapsed, the central army and the left wing could not hold on for long.

At the center of the army, in the short period of time when Fan's archers were slightly suppressed, Zhao's military **** phalanx rushed in, and they began to face each other between the temporary barriers formed by hundreds of chariots.

Fortunately, Liu Xiang has been in the army for a long time, and he has been in charge of the army for quite some time. He knows some tactics and some regulations, and he can barely keep the central army from chaos.

For the third time, he sent someone to the left wing to urge: "Go and let the gentleman evacuate quickly, leave the Handan soldiers to block the enemy, or you can withdraw to Muyi!"

But soon, his subordinates came back to report: "The gentleman is unwilling to leave, and he also beheaded the soldier Sima who persuaded him to leave!"

"Oops!" Liu Xiang secretly said that it was not good. This gentleman in his family has always had a bad temper. It seems that he is angry. He is reluctant to leave after even persuading him three times.

As a result, Liu Xiang was also caught in a dilemma. Now, taking advantage of the chaos of the battle, the two armies were fighting together. If they retreated quickly, they might be able to escape hundreds of people. Come back.

However, the situation could no longer allow him to hesitate. At this time, a burst of shouting burst out from the right wing, which seemed to be "Zhao Ji is dead, the descendants will not be killed." The leaves, lost the faith to fight in an instant, or fled in all directions, or surrendered one after another. They had completely collapsed. As Zhao's cavalry and archers began to rotate toward the center, how could Liu Xiang, who had lost the protection of his right wing, be able to resist! Suddenly retreated.

"Retreat, retreat!" Liu Xiang, who was in the back, couldn't take care of the left and right wings, and ordered the remnants around him to retreat, intending to break out.

The remnants of Fan and Handan were in the inner circle, while Zhao Bing was in the outer circle. They were blocked by the still stubborn left wing with a total of about 2,000 foot soldiers. Under this "make a decisive decision, a strong man breaks his wrist". He finally took the remaining 500 Fan's personal soldiers out of the encirclement.

After leaving the encirclement, Liu Xiang did not dare to delay, but felt complicated: "The left wing can still hold back for a while, when it encounters the enemy. I have already sent a light car back to Muyi to have people come out to respond, and reinforcements in Muyi should be coming soon. , as long as I can run four or five miles forward to join them, I will be safe tonight, just..."

Worried and fearful, he glanced at the battle circle where Zhen Ye was still fighting. "It's just my gentleman, I'm afraid he will be captured..."

Liu Xiang then comforted himself: "I have done what Han Jian should have persuaded in the Hanyuan War, but the gentleman insisted on becoming Jin Huigong, what can I do..." Now he can only run north as soon as possible to take Zhao The news that Wu Xie has crossed the river tells all the cities along the way to ensure that Chaoge will not be lost!

Chaoge, as long as he arrives at Chaoge, in that big city with a population of 20,000 households, he only needs to tell the news that the prince is in danger, and then open the arsenal. Those who are over 15 years old can call on more than 10,000 soldiers and Chinese people to go out of the city to rescue!

Of course, it is unknown whether they will be saved or not, but at least they must hold back the Zhao family and not let them go west to attack the lord's army. Only in this way can they make up for their mistakes.

However, as soon as his thoughts were exhausted, Liu Xiang turned around and saw that there was a smoke from the rear, which was Zhao's cavalry!

...

Zhao Wuxi sent some cavalry to pursue the deserters. He stayed in the squad himself. Compared with the unidentified fugitive, he was indeed more interested in the royal dragon flag on the left wing. It was the symbol of the Fan family, and his old enemy, Fan He, was there.

"If you can capture this person. If Fan loses his son, he will definitely lose his reputation, and he will be embarrassed when he sees Zhao."

However, although the enemy was bound to be defeated, the beasts were still fighting, with a madness, and Zhao Wuxi was not in a hurry. Instead, let the crossbowmen now be on the periphery, and after weakening the enemy, let the infantry advance forward.

The enemy's imperial dragon flag still hadn't fallen, and thousands of people were fighting.

The two leading Zhao generals, who were not tall in the front, rushed to the front, slashing with a knife in the left hand and a hook in the right hand, and no one could stop them. If we say that this person is like a sharp knife, the person behind is a calm shield. He is tall and wears heavy armor. Formed a stronghold, and then divided the soldiers to attack the weak points of the enemy army.

It was Tian Ben and Mucha!

At this time, the Zhao army on the three sides had completed the encirclement, Zhao Wuxi waited for a while, and then gave another order, ordering the tired soldiers in the front row to retreat, and after the archers and crossbowmen shot for a while, the reserves in the back row made up. Finally, the cavalry attacked the enemy's flank. With the three-pronged approach, Fan He was dwarfed, and it was difficult to support the right and left. .

The Zhao soldiers surrounded the enemy tightly. In this defeat, the enemy soldiers had no way to retreat. Those who did not want to surrender shouted to die generously, and the rest knelt down and raised their weapons to surrender.

The battle began in the evening, and the winner was decided at night. The cavalry galloped through the fields, assisting the infantry and others to gather the prisoners. And Mu Xia captured the enemy's main general alive and sent it to Zhao Wuxi's central army.

...

At this time, it was already dark, and the torches lit around reflected the captive's appearance. There was a wound on his head, and blood flowed down one cheek from the top of his head. The handsome face was only hideous and unwilling.

No one can deny that Fan He is indeed very courageous. Seeing that the situation is over, he called on his subordinates to rush out all the way, trying to rush to Zhao Wuxi's flag, but he was brought down by Mucha halfway.

Looking at his old enemy who was bound by Wuhua, he still stared round his eyes and glared at his old enemy. For no reason, Zhao Wuxi felt a burst of joy, and paced up to him with his hands behind his back, and smiled: "Fan Zi, long time no see, who would have thought it would be like this. "

"Bastard son..."

Fan He's voice was hoarse and low, and when he saw Zhao Wuxi coming to him, his voice suddenly became high.

"The feud of brothers is not against the soldiers, my sword was taken away, otherwise I will definitely kill you! Quickly let go of me, you and I are here to fight with swords!"

This is a challenge. Just like the duel of nobles in Western Europe in later generations, the pre-Qin taxis were also brave and fierce. The long sword hanging from their waists is definitely not a decoration. It is commonplace to fight openly on the street. If you refuse, you are timid. Performance.

The military officers next to him were peeking at their lord, wanting to know how he would react. If the lord really couldn't save face to fight, they had to stand up to dissuade him.

But Zhao Wuxi was unmoved. He sneered: "Fan He has boasted that he has excellent swordsmanship since he was a child, and then he built a sword palace in Chaoge, recruiting swordsmen to join the door and more than 300 people to attack the front of the hall day and night. The number of dead and wounded is ten per month. Yuren, I never get tired of it, and because of this, I am famous among the feudal lords. The assassin who assassinated me twice before was sent by you..."

Fan He also dared to act. He tilted his head and said, "Not bad! It's a pity I couldn't kill you!"

Zhao Wuxi suddenly sighed: "I was looking forward to fighting with you again, but now I look at it, but I find that you have not made much progress, you are still a helpless man, and even the sword in your hand is just a commoner. The sword of man! What a disappointment."

"What!" Fan He was furious and struggling. He hated others for saying he was a common man, and he was arrogant and arrogant, claiming to be the queen of Tao Tang. How could he, the descendant of the Royal Dragon, bear the title of "Sword of the Common People".

Ignoring Fan He, as if he was teaching the surrounding military officials a lesson, Zhao Wuxi preached: "The swords of ordinary men, the swords of young men, are all people with unkempt hair and sideburns. Hu Zhiying, wearing a short coat, has the same expression as the son of the Fan family. His eyes are wide and he is breathless. He likes to fight and assassinate in front of people. He can cut off his neck on the top and split his liver and lungs on the bottom, although it looks lively. But in the final analysis, it is no different from cockfighting, once you die, it will be useless for state affairs, this is the sword of the common man!"

"You, you... how dare you humiliate me." Fan He screamed in anger, if not for being held tightly. He must be running up and fighting with Zhao Wuxi.

On the other hand, the witty Xiang Lu next to him thoughtfully asked, "Then what kind of sword is your lord holding?"

Zhao Wuxi said boldly, "Naturally it is the sword of the princes!"

"The sword of princes?"

Wu Xie looked down at the people around him, and said sternly: "I will govern the country in place of the monarch and lead the army. I will use the wise and brave as the tip of the sword, the honest and honest as the blade, the virtuous as the spine, the loyal as the ring, and the heroic as the sword. The sword is used as a hilt. This kind of sword can be unstoppable when stabbed straight forward, nothing is above when held high, nothing is invincible when pressed down, and nothing is left when swung; The sun, the moon, and the stars follow the sequence of the four seasons by taking the law from the bottom to the ground, and in the center, following the will of the people to stabilize the four directions. This sword is like the shock of thunder, and within the four seals, all of them obey me and obey me. Sword too!"

Everyone's heart was surging for a while, and they also forgot that Zhao Wuxi held the sword of the princes by himself as a minister. But compared to the sword of the common man, only the sword of the princes can match the lord, and he is part of the sword! Beheading the rebellion of Song Dynasty, beheading Lu Sanhuan, beheading Yi people, beheading Sishang princes, and now, it's time to behead Jin state ministers again!

After saying this, Zhao Wuqi asked, "Where is Fan He's sword?"

Mu Xia stepped forward with his sword, "Here."

"Draw the sword!"

Mucha did not hesitate, and drew his sword directly.

The blue metal light flickers in the moonlight, the sword is three feet long, the sword body is long and narrow, the sword ridge is slightly thin, the thorns are equally heavy, and many are decorated with copper grids. The hilt of the sword is wrapped with silver wire, and the head of the hilt is a monster named Xiezhi. The mouth of the beast contains jade. At first glance, it is a good sword that has been carefully forged!

Fan He stared at his saber, and his bound hands could not wait to hold it immediately and stab into Zhao Wuxi's chest.

"I remember this sword, it's called Xiezhi." Zhao Wuxi still remembers that many years ago, in the Pan Palace in Xintian, he was injured by this sword. He is a good person, but there is only one problem : He likes to take revenge, the kindness of dripping water should be repaid by the fountain, and the revenge of flaws should be repaid tenfold!

With a clear and crisp sound, Zhao Wuxi also pulled out the famous swordsman from his waist and let it bathe in the pure white moonlight.

The Ganjiang sword has been forged by famous craftsmen, and it is a weapon that surpasses the times. Its blade is like autumn frost, and it shimmers in the moonlight. Those patterns like tortoise scales seem to come to life. .

Zhao Wuxi didn't say a word, raised his sword, and the cadre swung past. After a sound of gold and iron, the Xiezhi sword in Mu Xia's hand snapped!

Everyone was shocked. This was the first time the lord used the sword, but it was actually used to cut another famous sword.

"You! What have you done!"

Fan He watched in disbelief as his beloved sword was broken into two pieces, and the quilt was still on the ground, turning into scrap copper and tin.

Zhao Wuxi looked down at Fan He and said with a light smile: "Today's battle at Muye, I used the sword of the princes to slay you, the sword of the common man, now I am the victor, you are the prisoner, the victory and defeat are divided early, why fight again. ?"

Zhao's military officials cheered and agreed, only Fan He stared at Zhao Wuxi, his face flushed, his teeth clenched, his chest heaving, his eyes seemed to fall out of their sockets.

From childhood to adulthood, Fan He, who was competitive and competitive, had never suffered such humiliation, and his lungs were about to explode.

He suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of rotten meat with black blood in front of Zhao Wuxi. The guard Qi Wan was shocked and stepped forward and kicked Fan He down.

Fan He rolled into the mud, and then laughed hoarsely on the ground.

When Zhao Wuxi and the officers stepped forward, Fan He's laughter stopped, his face dark blue and out of breath.

In the end, everything turned into silence and round eyes. Fan He's head was covered with blades of grass, his mouth and nose were full of dust, and his expression was dull.

Qi Wan stepped forward and tried to breathe, then pinched Fan He's mouth and looked at it with a complicated expression: "Dead, he bit his tongue..."

There was silence around them. They didn't expect Fan He to fight so hard.

Zhao Wuxi, who killed Fan He alive, was indifferent, let alone admired and regretted.

"He's really a man. In a fit of anger, he can't splatter five steps with blood, so he can only squat without a crown and grab the ear with his head!"

He stared at the dead dog-like corpse with contempt, and then put the sword in its sheath ~www.wuxiahere.com~ so that no one could see the small gap on it.

In the battle of Muye, his own casualties were less than a thousand, but the enemy army was almost completely wiped out. Just like the sword of the princes cut the sword of the common man, and the iron cut the bronze, this is a victory of strength and tactics, not a fluke.

After this battle, Zhao Wuxi's mentality also changed a little, he thought: "Although the ministers of Jin are many times stronger than those of Song and Lu, they are still old men who live with bronze ritual vessels. noble."

Even Zhao Yang, who has been firmly occupying the patriarchal position and pointed at him, is no exception...

But Dong Zhao is different, they have already made the bones of steel, enough to stir up the situation in this state.

"I may have been too cautious before. Whether it's Fan or Zhi, maybe it's not as strong as I thought!"

So the next step is to go west to Qinshui, or north to Chaoge?

PS: I’m outside now. If you go back early in the evening, there will be another chapter. If it’s late, you have to be in the early morning.

(To be continued.)