A group of wild geese returning from the south flew through the sky one after another, and a desolate cry sounded in the gradually dim sky.
The remnant sun is like blood, dyeing the field red, under the banner of "Xiahou", a statue stands in the wind, and the wind blows the cloak behind him, and the hunting sounds.
Xiahou looked at the Xiliang Iron Rider rolling away, his face full of bitterness and resentment.
Although the situation on the battlefield was originally that the Gongsun army had the upper hand, it could still be supported, and the Xiliang cavalry went, and more than 100,000 Cao troops undoubtedly became lambs to be slaughtered.
The Xiliang cavalry comes and goes like the wind, if you want to retreat, it is easy, how can the infantry retreat so well, and Ma Chao can retreat to Liangzhou, where can the Cao army retreat to this battle Cao army poured out, only to win and not be defeated, and now there is only a desperate battle.
Ahead, the Moyun cavalry, which had lost its opponent, was already under the leadership of Tai Shici, and was wantonly trampling on the Qingzhou army on the left flank.
Thousands of spearmen rushed forward in a chaotic manner, forming an incomplete formation of repulsors.
Raise the sharp spears one by one.
The cold light flickered and pointed diagonally ahead, converging into a dense forest of death.
Although they all knew that this was meaningless to the heavy armor iron rider.
"Qingzhou Army, blood does not drain, and the battle does not stop advancing" "Qingzhou Army, blood does not dry, and the battle does not stop" "Qingzhou Army, blood does not dry, and the battle does not stop" Xiahoudun swung the steel spear in his hand forward.
The spearmen of the Qingzhou Army, who had hastily lined up, shouted loud slogans, stepped on the chaotic steps and slowly moved forward, and greeted the surging Moyun Cavalry.
Most of these Qingzhou soldiers are veterans who have fought bloodily, and countless killings and bloody battles tell them that on the battlefield, only if they are not afraid of death can they not die, but they know that when they encounter such an iron horse, they will die if they are afraid of death "Boom" The galloping subway hooves trampled the earth mercilessly, making a huge roar, the two armies were already less than fifty steps apart, and there was no need for the officer to order, the spearmen of the Qingzhou army had already squatted down, and only the spears in their hands pierced into the void.
It's closer, it's closer, and the officers and men of the Qingzhou Army can even clearly see the hideous expression on the face of the Moyun cavalry.
However, without warning, the Moyun cavalry that was rushing forward suddenly cracked from the middle, and was forcibly divided into two strands, like waves splitting into waves, obliquely cutting the two wings of the Qingzhou army, and the spearmen of the Qingzhou army who were waiting for the battle could only watch the Moyun cavalry gallop in front of them, but they could not do anything.
"Woo woo" Three short and one long, the peculiar sound of the bull horn suddenly rushed into the sky, loud to the suffocating sound of the horn, and countless iron horses surged in, gathering around Cao Ren, ready to meet the flying wolf riders who rushed from the center to the right flank.
A large group of cavalry had gathered under the blood-colored banner of the word "Cao", and the black pressure was overwhelming, only the cherry red tassels looked more and more poignant under the light of the residual sun.
The loud horn ceased, the heaven and earth were silent, except for the howl of the wind, only the war horse made a few sounds from time to time, reckless sky, lonely wilderness, showing a very solemn, nine points of gloom.
Tiger and leopard cavalry, once the first cavalry of the Central Plains, if you put aside factors such as armor and equipment, the combat effectiveness of individual soldiers is second only to the world's elite cavalry of the white horse righteous servant.
"Whew" The Flying Wolf Rider also sounded the horn of attack, and more than 10,000 Flying Wolf Riders were like a surging torrent, sweeping towards the Tiger and Leopard Rider.
However, all this is in vain, although the overall strength of the tiger and leopard cavalry is higher than that of the flying wolf cavalry, but the flying wolf cavalry is heavily armored and the number of people is twice that of the tiger and leopard cavalry, no matter how brave the individual combat effectiveness of the tiger and leopard cavalry is, it can only barely reach a draw, but what made Cao Ren collapse was that the white horse Yi followed the rush to kill, and instantly crushed the tiger and leopard cavalry and the Guanzhong army, and launched a naked massacre.
And the Qingzhou army on the left flank gradually became a rout under the charge of Mo Yunqi and Tengjia Xiandeng.
It was getting late and late, and the last rays of the sun had disappeared behind the distant mountains, and the 150,000 Cao army had completely become a rout, and the Gongsun army was wantonly slaughtered, and many Cao army soldiers had begun to retreat, and some even surrendered.
Xiahoudun, who was in the midst of the chaos, looked at the scattered army and the enemy army that was wantonly crushed among his own soldiers and horses, and knew that he could not resist, so he had to order the whole army to retreat to the west and join the main force of soldiers and horses led by Cao Ren.
As soon as the order to retreat was given, the Cao army, which was already disheartened, suddenly scattered like a broken hornet's nest, and galloped towards the west.
Zhao Yun, Tai Shici, Yan Liang, Wen Chou and other main generals took the lead, brandishing weapons, leading his iron horses, like wild beasts out of the cage, plunged into the defeated enemy group.
The blades in their hands ruthlessly slashed at these retreating Cao troops, and the iron cavalry ran over the fallen enemies, trampling them into pulp.
The miserable howls and painful cries spread all over the four fields, and the Gongsun army slaughtered the Quartet, chasing more than 20 miles before collecting the troops.
At this time, looking back at the battlefield behind him, Gongsun Bai saw clearly that there was blood and corpses everywhere, and the blood soaked every inch of land under his feet, forming a large disgusting dark red swamp.
The bloody field stretched along the westward avenue, spreading out from north to south, and countless mutilated limbs and broken heads were scattered on it, like embroidery on the red carpet.
The morale of the victorious Gongsun army was high, brandishing bloody weapons, laughing and shouting on the battlefield.
Because they knew that after this battle, Cao Pi's army was completely crippled, and the end of Cao Pi had entered the timer.
In this battle, the Xiliang cavalry lost three dead and 1,000 people, while the Cao army infantry army was killed more than 10,000 people and captured more than 20,000 people, and more importantly, many temporarily recruited Guanzhong troops directly threw down their weapons and ran back to their respective hometowns, and the number of people who were separated and did not return reached more than 40,000 people, and finally Xiahoudun and Cao Ren only received more than 70,000 remnants of the defeated army and withdrew to Chang'an.
Chang'an City, the last barrier in the Raider Pass.
Chang'an was originally the capital of the Western Han Dynasty, since the fall of Wang Mang's new dynasty and Liu Xiu's relocation of the capital to Luoyang, Chang'an City fell into disrepair and fell into disrepair.
However, when Dong Zhuo hijacked Liu Xie and moved the capital to Chang'an again, Li Ru raised the people of Guanzhong to build a large number of buildings, rebuilt the city wall, and restored the height and solidity of the past.
The height of the city is six zhang, the wall thickness is five zhang, the moat is six or seven meters wide, and the depth is three meters.
Trebuchets had already been erected on the walls to prevent the wells from being suppressed, and the battlements were covered with strong bows and crossbows, including the rhubarb.
It took Gongsun a full day to suppress the crossbow arrows at the head of the city with trebuchets and Wanjun repeaters, filling the moat at the east gate, but the next battle gradually stopped.
There are still more than 80,000 defenders in the city, most of whom are the elite of the Qingzhou army who have followed Xiahoudun for many years.
At this time, Cao Wei had already become a turtle in Wengzhong, and there was no need to sacrifice the lives of soldiers in vain to break the city.
If you can't attack by force, you must only outwit it, which is Gongsun Bai's style of destroying the city and pulling out the village.
And the task of outwitting naturally fell on the strategist, so Guo Jia naturally had a headache.
"Boy, you have followed all the way to eat and drink for nothing, it's time for you to behave, otherwise what are you going to do?"
This is what Guo Jia said to Sima Yi, although it really doesn't look like the words that came out of the mouth of Taichang, the head of Jiuqing, Sima Yi can only consider himself unlucky, not to mention that although he is not loyal enough to Gongsun Bai in his heart, he has a deep awe for Gongsun Bai.
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Guo Jia is right, it is definitely not okay to follow Wei Gongbai to eat and drink for nothing, and the other soldiers are looking at him.
So the two strategists spent the night together, and finally came up with a general strategy.
The night has been three watches, and the night in Guanzhong, although it has not yet reached the point of dripping into ice, it is also cold to the bone, especially the cold wind that blows violently from time to time, like a knife when it sweeps over the face, and finally accumulates a little heat and is also blown away.
The moon is as cool as water, and the silver glow is extraordinarily clear on the city.
Looking down from Chang'an City, the Gongsun military horse camp in the field can be seen at a glance and can be seen clearly.
On the corridor of the city tower, on the arrow tower, and on the edge of the battlement, there were already standing Cao army soldiers and soldiers, everyone wearing armor and holding soldiers, looking nervously at the location of the Gongsun army and horse camp.
Everyone stood on top of the battle position, and the knuckles of the blades were a little white.
The cold wind blew, and even though the face was smeared with oil, it still hurt like a knife.
But no one had the leisure to stomp their feet and rub their faces to keep out the cold, and they were all motionless in the battle position, and occasionally moved, and they also swallowed a mouthful of cold saliva nervously.
More than a dozen fires were lit on the city wall, and cauldrons hung from them, and the gold juice was already boiling and smelling unpleasant.
A group of archers took out the greased bowstring and crossbow string from the bag, carefully wiped the grease, hung it on the bow arm and crossbow arm, and silently adjusted the string force.
In addition to these noises, the soldiers and soldiers on the city wall did not say a word.
Everybody's on edge.
Suddenly, a strange voice came from under the city, which quickly attracted the attention of all the soldiers.
That's the sound of a flute The sound of the flute became louder and louder, piercing through the night sky and drifting towards the city, the melody lingered and sorrowful, and it was like crying and complaining, so that the listeners were all moved.
Immediately afterwards, there was a faint sound of singing, which gradually became louder and louder, harmonizing with Xiao Yin.
"There is no field, and Wei Wei is arrogant.
There are no people who are far away, and they are worried.
No field is a field, and there is no field.
There are no thoughts, and they are tired.
Graceful.
The total horn is not bad.
I didn't see it much, and I was suddenly embarrassed."
This is a song of the earth, a song of a wife who stays alone at home and misses her husband who is far away.
The Qingzhou army on the city tower was drunk and confused for a while, and many people couldn't help but sing along, not knowing where they were, as if they had returned to their hometown thousands of miles away, and returned to their father, wife, and children who had been separated for more than ten years.
More than ten years ago, the government exploited, disaster year after year, they really couldn't survive, joined the Yellow Turban Rebellion, and even their wives and children followed together, and later Cao Cao pacified the Qingzhou Yellow Turbans, reduced the million Yellow Turbans to 200,000 people, their wives and children were settled, and they followed General Xiahou to fight in the south and the north, and became the famous Qingzhou Army of Cao Ying.
For more than ten years, many of our comrades have died of disease, or of starvation, cold, or arrows of the enemy, and now there are only 40,000 or 50,000 people left, and the rest have been thrown into the wilderness.
In the past ten years, I don't know if the family is safe, I don't know if the old mother is still alive, I don't know if my wife has remarried, and I don't know if Jiao'er has married a wife and has children
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