"General" The generals looked anxiously at Shi Cong.
Shi Congmeng gritted his teeth, and said unwillingly: "Before the Ming army is assembled, the whole army retreats, go back to Xiangguo first, and then say, I will ask the king for guilt."
The people didn't say a word, and they fled one after another.
In fact, the annihilation of the enemy in this battle is extremely limited, more than 10,000 defenders, only hundreds of dead and wounded, and the rest of all the horses fled, after a little preparation, Yang Yan personally led the cavalry and Qianniuwei, with two horses, carrying dry food, horse food, sleeping bags, and chased closely, and the foot soldiers moved forward slowly, he was worried that Shi Le would abandon Xiangguo and flee north after receiving the news, and join the Murong Department, although the probability is extremely low, but everything is uncertain.
What if the two families are in trouble again?
After all, it is impossible to hide the annihilation of the Tuoba Department for too long, and Murong Diao will get the news sooner or later, so he can not be afraid He is not as good as the Tuoba clan, the Tuoba clan can die in vain if he is innocent, and he has the handle to deceive the king and hide it in the hands of Yang Yan, and it is even more justifiable to kill him.
Decorated with the hoof prints left by Shi Cong's department, the Ming army rode horses and chased wildly, breaking the pot pass on the morning of the sixth day of the first month, on the evening of the seventh day of the first month, eighty miles south of Handan, there was a hazy large black shadow in front of him, Yang Yan was in good spirits, raised his arms and shouted: "Everyone work harder, Shi Cong is in front, and he must not be allowed to enter Handan City" The soldiers agreed with a bang, and everyone was full of hideous excitement, but Yao Yisheng and Pu An exchanged bitter eyes, marching three hundred miles in one day and one night, and fighting continuously without rest, who can eat it In fact, not only the two of them, the cavalry of the Qiang and Di tribes all had bitter faces, although they were nomads, proud of their hard work and hardiness, but such a goqiáng march had never been experienced.
After the pursuit of 300 miles, only on the night of the sixth day of the first month, and on the morning of the seventh day of the first month, he rested for an hour and a half, deducting food and feeding the horses, and the real rest time was only one hour, and the mental and physical exertion had almost reached the limit, and the cold and hunger were combined.
But at the same time, the strength of the Ming army also left an indelible impression on them, and among the tens of thousands of friendly troops, including women, none of them shouted bitterness and tiredness, which made them feel secretly impressive.
Galloping all the way, Yang Yan also looked at the Qiang and Di tribes from time to time, it is said that nomads can sleep on horses, he really wants to learn this skill, but from the current situation, it is obviously not the case, at least Qiang Di does not have this ability.
Yang Yan also noticed the fatigue of the Qiang cavalry, and called: "Yisheng, second uncle, we are tired, Shi Cong is even more tired, he is nervous, the pressure is greater, this battle is extremely critical, it is a matter of whether you can block Shi Le, please lead the two divisions, outflank from the flank, break through from the front, and strive to completely annihilate the people under Handan City."
Yang Yan looked at Pu Yu's sake, called Pu An's second uncle, Pu An didn't dare to really think that he was Yang Yan's second uncle, and replied loudly: "Please rest assured, the king" After speaking, he greeted Yao Yisheng and led the headquarters to both sides.
Listening to the dense thunderous hooves behind him, Shi Cong said helplessly: "There are still eighty miles away from Handan, you can't escape like this anymore, turn around and fight, dig out a gap or have a glimmer of life, and you will rush to kill with the general."
Although the Qi people are similar to the Ming army in terms of physical consumption, as Yang Yan said, their mental pressure is high, they are in a state of overdraft, and many people are already sleepy.
However, everyone knew that what Shi Cong said was the truth, after three hundred miles of galloping, both armies were at the end of the crossbow, and it was up to them to see who could support it longer, so they turned their horses' heads and gritted their teeth and rushed over.
In the vast snowfield, the two cavalry teams approached rapidly, and in the dim sky, the faces of the other party became clearer and clearer, the Ming army had more than 50,000 cavalry, and the Qianren were less than 10,000 horsemen, but Shi Cong's goal was not to fight to the death, but to dig out a gap, so the formation contracted extremely closely.
The two armies threw short spears almost at the same time, the dark shadows crossed over the sky, both sides had horses stumbling and rushing down, relatively speaking, the loss of the people was greater, after all, the mental overdraft was much greater than that of the Ming army, the action was slow to beat, the short spear could not be thrown with all its might, a considerable part of the short spear was provoked by the Ming soldiers, which was not dared to think before, and even some people could not control the body shape because of excessive force, and they were planted under the horse after throwing.
"Boom" The two armies collided together, and the clothes of the Karma people were more mixed, like a mottled wedge, nailed into the inside of a large black cloud, and chiseled into the depths, but between the clouds rolling, the black clouds on both sides continued to pour into the middle, blocking the chisel of the Karma people.
"Yang Yanzhi, that's Shi Cong" Xun Guan suddenly pointed forward.
Yang Yan looked at it, Shi Cong's long knife dance was impermeable, his face was hideous, he gritted his teeth, and his forehead was bulging.
Shi Cong was originally a Jin general, because of his bravery, he was appreciated by Shi Le, adopted as an adopted son, and his life course is almost the same as Shi Zhan, the difference is only that Shi Cong is Shi Le's adopted son, and Shi Zhan is Shi Hu's adopted son, a generation lower.
Yang Yanqing took out his bow and arrows, mounted the arrows, drove to the full moon, and locked Shi Cong There was a soft sound of "tension", and the arrow shot away. while Shi Cong suddenly felt a tingling pain in his eyebrows, and in horror, he swung his knife with all his might, and actually knocked the arrow away.
But Yang Yan is not in a hurry, the arrows are like beads, one by one, you know, Shi Cong is not limited to receiving Yang Yan's arrows, around him, there are also Ming soldiers from time to time to kill, less than two rounds, on the left and right of the block, to the fifth arrow, the knife flower showed a flaw, the arrow broke in from the knife light, and hit the forehead.
A puff of blood surged out, Shi Cong's figure flickered, and he fell off the horse "Shi Cong is dead, go up, all to Lao Tzu" Yang Yan waved his bow and waved violently.
"Kill" The momentum of the Ming army was like a rainbow, and its confidence was greatly increased.
Shi Cong was shot to death, which completely broke their already tense spirits, and they no longer had the intention of fighting to the death, only the idea of fleeing for their lives.
However, their physical strength and spirit have been overdrawn to the limit, and they originally had a breath to hang on, and they could still hold on for a while, but now as soon as this breath is released, bursts of weakness and weakness immediately crawl all over the body, and some people even turned their horses' heads to prepare to escape, their movements were deformed, and they could no longer grasp their balance, and they fell off the horse and were trampled to death.
The Qiang cavalry outflanked on both sides also covered up, chasing and killing the scattered fleeing Qianren, and did not return one after another until late at night, and the strong smell of blood enveloped the entire snowfield, and between heaven and earth, only the mournful roar and whistling wind of horses remained.
As the victors, it was all about one breath to hold on to this, and when the war was over, many people lost their strength and lay on horseback, panting, and some people rolled to the ground, lying on their backs in the snow, not moving.
Pu An and Yao Yisheng both had straight eyes and dull expressions, and they couldn't hold it anymore.
Yang Yan swept the audience with cold eyes, and said angrily: "Get up, let Lao Tzu get up and lead the horses to walk slowly, eat after a while, clean up the battlefield and rest on the spot, and go to Xiangguo early tomorrow morning."
The soldiers of the Ming army got up one after another, led the horses and wandered around, and Qiang Yi was crying and screaming, lying on the ground and refusing to get up, although the ground was cold to the bone, but it was more comfortable than standing up.
Yao Yisheng was puzzled and asked, "King, the soldiers are tired, what's the harm in lying down for a while to recover your strength, and you will get up." ” Yang Yan shook his head and said: "Uncle, if you are not lonely, after a long battle, you will be more tired when you rest on the spot, you need to take a walk to adjust your breath, and your energy will gradually recover, so that you can gradually get rid of fatigue. ” Yao Yisheng arched his hand and said: "I have heard the king's fine medical skills for a long time, and today's words will make the last general suddenly open."
Then he turned his head and shouted: "Get up for Lao Tzu, don't be a fucking shame."
The Qiang and Yi tribes had to reluctantly get up, learn the Ming army to lead the horses around, and collect the horses of the Qiang people along the way, and some people have unclean hands and feet, digging and touching in the arms of the dead, unconsciously, the soreness in the body gradually dissipated, and the fainting feeling of dizziness and drowsiness was also reduced.
Yao Yisheng and Pu An discovered this gratifying change one after another, and couldn't help but cast admiring glances at Yang Yan.
Yang Yan smiled slightly: "The soldiers walk around at will after the fierce battle, which is conducive to relaxation, and when they wake up tomorrow morning, they will be in good spirits, come, let's look around to see if we can find Shi Cong's body." ” The crowd dispersed.
The night passed quickly, and as Yang Yan expected, the next morning, when the soldiers got out of their sleeping bags, they were all in good spirits, and the fatigue caused by the big war and continuous running was gone, and the gusts of cold wind were even more refreshing.
After breakfast, the whole army galloped through Handan, blocking the passage to Xiangguo, so there was no need to hurry, so they slowed down their horses and galloped at a medium speed to Xiangguo, one hundred and eighty miles north of Handan
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