Chapter 909 Breakthrough

Chapter 909 Breakthrough

Chapter 909 Breakthrough
Sometimes, all you have to fight for on the battlefield is your last breath.

Jin Zheng had only over 3,000 infantrymen and about 500 cavalrymen. Even though he controlled the key roads and set up fences to guard them, he was still in danger of being attacked from both sides.

There was a fierce battle last night, so there must be some fish that slipped through the net.

They fled alone and couldn't ride horses, but in a few days, they could walk back to Shengle.

If you meet patrolling cavalry or a tribe grazing nearby, you can ask them to send a message back.

Three days, at most three days, Shengle will get the news.

Then there were emergency meetings, troop dispatches, material distribution, and the appointment of commanders. This process could take one day at the fastest and two days at the slowest. Then it would take another two days to march there.

That is to say, in six days at most, they will face an attack from behind.

If a tribal leader could exercise his initiative and lead his troops south, things might be faster.

At this time, it comes down to who is braver and who can persist longer.

There were also reinforcements from the upper reaches of Zhonglingchuan advancing towards this side. Jin Zheng did not expect Wang to send troops to rescue him, but the reinforcements from Mayi would crawl to Shanwu. Once they arrived, the troops left behind in Shanwu could move westward along the river valley and come to reinforce.

The sun gradually rose, and Jin Zheng stood on a high slope, carefully overlooking the entire battlefield.

The enemy had about 4,000 men and 6,000 horses.

Suotou was covered in mud like a monkey, and his morale did not seem very high. When the officer ordered the troops to reorganize, it took half a day to complete.

The most terrifying thing is that they now have to dismount and fight on foot to attack the camp.

Jin Zheng waited on the hillside until the sun set, but Suo Tou did not launch an attack. Just as he was surprised, he saw another troop coming from the south, with a number of about 3,000 people, probably the tribal soldiers who followed Helan Ai Tou to retreat northward.

So they were waiting for reinforcements! Jin Zheng sneered and said, "It's just right that they are here. Let's fight together."

It was at this time that Suo Tou finally launched the first round of attack.

They had gathered together some small round shields for cavalry and improvised a morale boost so that they looked presentable.

From Jin Zheng's perspective, the troops all over the mountains were advancing step by step, and as they moved forward, even their formation became chaotic. Perhaps their formation was not well formed to begin with, and the tactics of cavalry warfare were very different from those of infantry warfare, which made it difficult for them.

Chen Jingen stood against the wooden wall. He was a little nervous at first, but now he felt greatly relieved.

As long as Suotou doesn't mount his horse, doesn't run around, doesn't harass them, and gets off his horse to confront them face to face, there is nothing to be afraid of.

"Bang!" The suspension bridge was lowered.

More than 1,600 soldiers filed out and prepared to form a battle line. They had no intention of staying in the camp but wanted to fight the enemy in the field.

"Here they come!" A loud shout suddenly came from the front of the battle.

Outside the wooden wall guarded by the Jin army was a trench, outside the trench was an earthen wall, and outside the earthen wall were a mess of deer antlers. At this time, there were about a hundred warriors recruited with a large sum of money standing there.

Seeing the Suotou formation coming, they walked towards them without fear, wearing rare iron armor and shouting loudly to encourage themselves - because they had been on a long raid and did not carry much iron armor.

The end of the rope was getting closer.

Their officers were also trying to control the formation and prevent it from becoming more disorganized.

"I think the Suotou are worse than the refugees!" Hundreds of warriors holding various weapons, dispersed their formation as if they were on a spring outing, and someone laughed as they walked.

"Grandpa needs a drinking vessel, who'll offer his head?"

"Suotou, after we conquer Shengle, we will have a taste of your mother."

"I am still short of a few slaves. Whoever kneels down and surrenders, I will spare your life."

"This iron armor is really a nuisance. I won't wear it anymore!"

As they walked, they shouted loudly to the sky and the earth with great pride.

Suo Tou stared at them blankly, not understanding what they were shouting, but knowing that it was probably not something good.

But what shocked them the most was that only a hundred or so people dared to rush towards them and treat them as nothing.

Those who were knowledgeable knew that this was a way of warfare that Shao Xun liked very much: by promising huge profits, he would recruit skilled and courageous warriors and organize them into "battle vanguards" or "scattered teams."

They are few in number, but they are like desperadoes, active in front of their own infantry formations, attacking the enemy before a battle, disrupting their formations and creating opportunities for their own formations.

What is before them is a group of desperate criminals, who are betting their lives for the chance to rise to fame - the most important thing is that King Liang has a good reputation and he really gives it to them.

The drumbeats suddenly became more intense, and both sides quickened their pace at the same time.

Hundreds of warriors were divided into three groups, each charging towards a different place.

The sword and shield men were in the front, followed closely by the spearmen and heavy swordsmen. Hundreds of people shouted in unison, and their momentum was as high as a rainbow.

A large number of arrows were shot from the opposite side, and warriors kept falling to the ground with screams of pain. The rest of the people quickened their pace, followed closely behind the shieldmen, rushed to the front of the rope head formation, and engaged in hand-to-hand combat.

"Give me your head!" A man holding a heavy sword, took on two long spears that were thrust at him, and chopped them hard on the neck of the person opposite him.

Blood splattered, but the neck didn't fall off.

He seemed to be getting more and more angry, and he found another person and yelled, "Give it to me or not!"

He split a spear with his heavy sword, and swung another with his backhand, rushing in with all his strength. As he rushed forward, the armor plates were filled with harsh metal friction sounds. He could no longer tell how many swords and spears were attacking him, and he didn't intend to figure it out, he just rushed forward with all his might.

The enemy he had found was already close to him, so his spear was useless and he could only retreat.

But it was no use, the heavy sword came down on his head, almost removing half of his shoulder.

"Not broken yet?" The soldier became even angrier and raised his sword again.

He completely gave up on defense and relied solely on the iron armor on his body to resist. When he swung his heavy sword, it brought with it a whistling wind and killed one person with every blow.

The people in the back row thrust their spears out from the gaps between people, while those in the front row held the middle of the spear shaft and stabbed the ankles and calves from top to bottom, and some even went straight to the face.

The angry soldier lowered his head, his helmet was soon knocked to the ground, his hair was disheveled, and he felt sharp pain all over his body. He roared in annoyance and rushed forward a few steps with all his strength. He found a person among the dense crowd of guns and people and slashed him down quickly.

"Crack!" The cervical vertebra seemed to be broken and blood spurted high.

"Die! Die all!" The soldiers seemed unable to bear the pain in their bodies. They mustered up their last bit of strength and squeezed towards the place where there were the most people.

Seeing him coming, the soldiers retreated one after another, and the formation was in great chaos.

"Kill!" The palace soldier's eyes were red, and his heavy sword was flying up and down, as if he had entered some kind of crazy state.

"I have five sons, all grown up. Haha, I have five sons!" After chopping off another man's chest and abdomen until he was bleeding profusely, a long spear pierced his throat. The palace soldier's charge came to an abrupt halt, and he fell to the ground powerlessly.

"This red soil is good, suitable for burying me!" Another iron-armored soldier rushed over, killed three people in succession, and was stabbed in the foot. He staggered and fell to his knees.

A long spear came at him and he grabbed the spear shaft tightly.

Another thrust came at him, he sidestepped slightly and clamped it tightly under his armpit.

My feet were in excruciating pain and bleeding was gushing out, and there was no way to stop the pain.

The third spear stabbed and pierced his neck directly.

He fell to the ground with a thud.

"General, don't break your promise!" An armored warrior covered his head and rushed to the place with the most ropes.

There were continuous "bang bang" sounds on the large shield in his left hand, and I don't know how many weapons were hitting it.

He didn't care at all and just rushed forward, trying his best to create chaos.

He swung the ring-handled knife in his right hand and slashed and stabbed randomly, not caring whether he hurt anyone or not, and injured several people.

His charge was so fierce that the enemies avoided him one after another, forcing him to go five or six steps deeper into the formation before he finally collapsed powerlessly with wounds all over his body.

More than 1,600 soldiers from the palace have formed a battle formation and are marching quickly.

They saw clearly that just over a hundred desperate men had caused great chaos to the enemy. Many formations were even caved in. People were crowded together, pushing and shoving each other, and the scene was extremely noisy.

Sotou, nothing more than that!
The officers carrying the recognition flags blew the bone whistles almost at the same time.

The 1,600 palace soldiers, arranged in a column, shouted "Kill" in unison, quickened their pace, and rushed into the Suotou formation with violent and swift momentum.

Some of the warriors who managed to survive continued to charge, while others dispersed to both sides and retreated.

Their mission has been completed and they don't need to participate in the following fight.

After running for a while, someone turned around and looked back, only to see that their own column had seized the opportunity when they created chaos and had wedged deeply into the Sotou formation.

Suo Tou did not surrender either.

The first group of people who rushed up were definitely not a mob, but infantry combat was not their strong point. Countless people rushed to the middle frantically, trying to block the gap and prevent their own formation from collapsing and disintegrating.

The soldiers of Zuo Feilongwei were of course aware of their intentions. Both sides fought desperately and fought fiercely for the gap.

As the killing went on, Suotou's formation continued to move inward uncontrollably and could not be stopped at all.

"Your mother and servant, stop retreating, charge again!" Someone shouted, and then more than 20 people holding spears and swords turned around and fought back, attacking the enemy from the flank.

Most of them were already exhausted, with wounds of varying sizes on their bodies, but at this moment they completely forgot about these unfavorable factors. They were all excited, with red faces and thick necks, and rushed into the rope head formation for the second time, creating a bloody storm again.

Jin Zheng was standing on the wall, watching and laughing.

The conical column charging head-on almost completely penetrated the first batch of thousands of attackers, and some people on the left and right wings even turned around and fled.

In other words, this group of offensive leaders are on the verge of collapse.

At this moment, the enemy army far behind waved their flag, and more than 2,000 troops followed them.

Jin Zheng was startled at first, then burst into laughter.

Someone saw that the situation was hopeless and wanted to run away! If they were reinforcements, they would not have come with horses.

Find the head, and it will be destroyed!
Sure enough, as more and more people fled, Suotou's formation became more and more scattered and chaotic, until it completely collapsed.

Helan Aitou was sitting on a horse looking into the distance. When he saw this, he staggered and almost fell to the ground.

(End of this chapter)