Chapter 910 Giving up

Chapter 910 Giving up

Chapter 910 Giving up
"Prime Minister, let's go." Several nobles stepped forward, supported the staggering Helan Ai and urged him earnestly.

Helan Aitou came back to his senses and said, "We can still organize people to charge again."

"Stop fighting, you idiot!" Someone was angry: "We can't ride horses, we can only fight on foot. No matter how many people we send, we will die."

Helan Ai turned his head again and looked, and the 3,000 people who were charging had begun to collapse.

He was extremely anxious and annoyed, and even more unwilling to accept this.

But what he said makes sense. If you dismount and fight on foot, you will give up your greatest advantage. How can you compare with a team that has practiced martial arts for many years and fought for twenty years?
Moreover, the people of Jin were well rested and might have rested for a day or half a day longer than them, while they had been rushing all the way here and were greatly exhausted.

While he was hesitating, another general came up from behind and said, "Prime Minister, the people from Che Kun's army have stopped a few miles away."

As soon as these words were spoken, everyone cursed at him.

Che Kun was the last to surrender, and seemed half-hearted. It was obvious that they wanted to wait and see if they could break through the blockade and return to Shengle. They didn't want to fight to the death.

"Retreat! Take a detour." Helan Aitou was decisive at the critical moment and gave the order.

The route in front of him is only the most convenient one, but not the only one. You can take a detour, but if you do that, many people will be separated on the road, such as the group of people who choose to part ways with him and cross the river to the west.

Originally, Helan Aitou was disdainful. Even if someone collected boats and there were people on the other side of the river to pick them up, at most a few hundred or a thousand people could be ferried across the river in a day. How could it be so easy to carry seven or eight thousand people?
But now I can't laugh anymore. Today is the second day of June, and they should have started crossing the river for two or three days.

The ground was muddy, making it difficult for them to run, and it was also troublesome for the Jin people to chase them, which instead gave an advantage to the group of people waiting at the ferry to cross the river.

"I will cover the rear, you guys lead the others first..." Helan Aitou had just finished speaking halfway when the second group of people started running.

It was hard to tell from afar which tribe they belonged to. Perhaps it was soldiers from several small or medium-sized tribes gathered together, totaling about 1,400 to 1,500 people, leading their horses and walking, and circling around the hilly area to the west.

Looking to the east, more than a thousand people also left quietly.

His eyes suddenly dimmed.

Those who were able to follow him here were all unwilling to join Wang and her son, but the degree of their unwillingness varied.

Those who were the least loyal parted ways halfway.

Those who were a little more loyal reluctantly followed him and continued northward, but like Che Kun, they set out a little later than them, and when they heard about the battle, they stopped ten miles away and watched.

The most loyal ones were those who were willing to follow him into battle, but now that their offensive had been thwarted, they no longer wanted to fight.

"Let's retreat." Helan Aitou calmed down and said, "I will personally lead the troops to cover the retreat. You go ahead and join Che Kun's troops and take a detour!"

After saying this, he no longer hesitated and personally organized a second wave of manpower. He doubled the original reward and asked them to hold their ground.

In addition, he also organized a wave of cavalry.

However, after these people mounted their horses and rushed for dozens of steps, they felt a little bit thrown off their horses. There was nothing they could do. The rainstorm had only lasted for less than a day, and the ground was too muddy to move at all.

The cavalrymen gritted their teeth and began to jog.

The horse snorted reluctantly and was in a very bad temper.

Many war horses stood up directly, trying to throw the knights off their backs.

Many knights fell to the ground with their horses.

The ground was soft and muddy, so the people were fine, but the horses fell badly and neighed in pain.

Jin Zheng saw it from afar and without hesitation, he ordered the 500 Jie cavalrymen accompanying the army to go out and stop the enemy cavalry.

If Suo Tou dismounted and fought on foot, he would not panic at all and did not take him seriously at all. However, if he mounted his horse and charged and shot, he would still be a bit threatening, so he decisively sent out the only cavalry unit he had.

The leader of the Jie tribe looked at the slippery and muddy grass with difficulty and said, "General, in fact, our army does not need to fight in the field at all. The enemy has been defeated now, so we can just withdraw our troops and return to the camp."

In fact, he did not support fighting outside the camp at all, and he had mentioned it once before.

Suo Tou retreated in a mess. You held the camp. They only had 7,000 people. How could you capture the camp guarded by 3,000 or 4,000 people? There was no need to leave the camp to humiliate them. What if something unexpected happened?

But now that he had won, he couldn't say much. But should he quit while he was ahead?

"You don't understand." Jin Zheng was in a good mood at the moment, and he didn't mind explaining a little more: "The enemy army came in a panic, and their morale was low. Our army is well-rested and their morale is high. They dare not fight in the field, so people will look down on them. No need to say more, just go to battle."

"Yes." Bu Da did not insist.

He was originally a member of Madam Liu's group, and after being assigned to other groups, everyone in the group became a member of the Liu family.

Madam Liu specially summoned these old subordinates and told them to fight hard. The King of Liang would give them official titles, gold and silk as rewards. In this case, there is nothing to hesitate about, just fight.

Since neither side can run fast, they'll have a bloody fight in the mud.

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Although the cavalry on both sides were in a state of disarray and their advance was very comical, they still engaged in battle before the infantry.

On a muddy grassland, occasionally interspersed with a few vegetable fields, the cavalry approached each other at an incredibly slow speed, and then almost stood still, waving their swords and guns, attacking the enemy fiercely.

The knights fell off their horses one after another, and their screams shook the heavens and the earth.

The grass, which had just soaked up the rain water, greedily absorbed the blood again, and even the green vegetables in the vegetable patch became more beautiful.

On the front battlefield, the government soldiers have already switched to a pursuit mode.

More than 3,000 soldiers were in disarray and retreated screaming and shouting.

Some people just stopped running and collapsed to the ground.

The palace soldiers ignored these people and continued to pursue them with great bravery.

One after another, the swordmen who had lost their fighting spirit were chopped down to the ground.

One after another, the exhausted enemies collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath.

One after another, the numb Xianbei people fled backwards in a daze and attacked their own camp.

"Swoosh! Whoosh!" First, a sparse number of arrows were shot out, knocking the rope head, who was running around like a headless fly, to the ground.

This was a warning, warning these defeated soldiers not to disrupt their own formation.

But it doesn't seem to be of much use.

Some people came to their senses, scattered to both sides, and ran back to the rear.

Some people, influenced by the panic around them, still run around mindlessly.

"Buzz!" A large number of arrows came densely. The scattered ropes fell to the ground in large numbers, and the corpses were scattered all over the ground. It was really a horrible sight.

"Buzz!" The second batch of arrows fell, knocking down a large group of people again.

The fleeing Suotou finally woke up from his dream, and many of them pushed aside their comrades and ran to both sides.

However, there are some people who are in a state of disarray, as if they have lost all senses, turning a deaf ear to everything in the outside world, and only being carried away by their own fear, running forward mechanically - in fact, they may not even know where they are running.

A powerful arrow shot over.

These people were swept to the ground one after another, and even many of the Dajin soldiers who were chasing and killing them faster and closely following these fleeing soldiers were shot dead or wounded.

They shouted loudly, asking the sword and shield soldiers to move forward quickly to block the enemy's arrows.

The enemy's arrows fell continuously.

Archers from their own formation also stepped forward and fired back continuously. People from both sides kept falling down, and the scene was extremely bloody.

"Ding ding..." The sound of gongs rang out from the village behind them.

The soldiers were about to charge forward, but when they heard the order to retreat, no matter how unwilling they were, they could only sigh inwardly, quickly gather themselves together, and retreat.

When they were retreating, they even imagined that Suotou would chase them, and they would turn around and fight, chopping them into pieces. But Suotou only dared to shoot arrows from a distance, and ultimately did not have the courage to chase them.

After the two sides broke contact, they re-formed their formations and confronted each other.

Only then did they realize that the Jie people on their flank had been defeated, and a group of hundreds of enemy cavalry were encircling them from behind.

The last few hundred reserve troops had been sent out from the camp to meet them.

After seeing their pursuers retreat, they, led by their officers, turned and rushed towards the Sotou cavalry.

The enemy cavalry could not charge and knew that engaging the infantry at this moment would be tantamount to seeking death, so they turned their horses' heads and retreated in haste.

Hundreds of men chased after them, charging forward more than 200 steps, killing more than a hundred enemy cavalrymen before they withdrew their troops and returned to the camp.

After everything was settled, Jin Zheng personally went out of the camp to reorganize his troops.

There were still two or three thousand infantry and cavalry left, and after gathering together, their morale was still high.

"Send a message to Luo County that the broken city can be abandoned and a few people can be left to guard it." Jin Zheng found the messenger and gave a detailed instruction: "Move the rest of the people here."

"As you wish." The messenger turned and left.

Jin Zheng thought for a moment, then called the second messenger and said, "Take two people with you and head eastwards towards Shanwu. Urge Xu Lang and ask him how long it will take to arrive."

"Eat some food and drink some water." Jin Zheng ordered that dry food and water bags be distributed to everyone so that they could recover their strength.

The sun gradually set, and the grassland where a whole day of fierce fighting had taken place was littered with corpses of men and horses. It was a tragic scene.

Jin Zheng felt that time was running out.

Just now he discovered that a group of enemy cavalry had crossed the low hills in the west, apparently taking a detour back to Shengle.

Another part of the people ran directly south, perhaps to join the main force, or perhaps their pastures were no longer in Shengle, and they were unwilling to continue working for Helan Aitou.

If Xu Lang's reinforcements could arrive in time, he would be able to keep most of the enemies behind today.

But if we are a day or two slower, it will be difficult.

After nightfall, the enemy had cover and ran around everywhere, and Jin Zheng didn't know where to chase them.

After quickly finishing their meal and resting for a while, Jin Zheng ordered the troops to form a battle line.

At this time, there was only a last ray of sunlight left in the west.

After the drum sounded, Jin Zheng left Chen Jingen to guard the camp and personally led the team, leading 1,800 soldiers to charge forward.

Helan Aitou personally boosted morale and faced the enemy head-on.

The battle lasted only two rounds, and without any surprise, even Helan Aitou's most elite confidants were defeated and fled under the attack of Zuo Feilong's guards.

Upon seeing this, more than a thousand ropemen on the east bank of Zhonglingchuan fled without even the intention of sending reinforcements.

After nightfall, Jin Zheng led his troops in pursuit for more than 20 miles, beheaded hundreds of people again, captured more than 1,500 people, and seized more than 5,000 war horses. Then he withdrew his troops and returned to the camp.

On the fourth day of June, Xu Lang finally arrived breathlessly with more than 10,000 people, so he sent a part of his troops to search the mountains and pursue the enemy.

Another part of the troops advanced northward, digging trenches and setting up fences.

There were indeed vanguard troops arriving from the direction of Shengle. Perhaps they had picked up a part of the defeated soldiers who had taken a detour over the mountain. After learning the outcome of the battle ahead, they hesitated again and again and ultimately did not act rashly.

On the fifth day of June, hundreds of heads were beheaded, more than 500 defeated soldiers were captured, and 2,000 horses were captured.

On the sixth day of June, five hundred people were captured and killed.

On the seventh day, more than a hundred people were killed and more than four hundred were captured.

At this point, combined with the gains made during the attack on Luo County, Jin Zheng's assault had resulted in the killing of more than 4,000 enemies and the capture of more than 2,000 people.

Most of the thousands of cavalry led by Qiu Dun had already crossed the river to the west bank.

As the road ahead became blocked, more and more people came to seek refuge. By the tenth day, a total of more than 8,000 people successfully reached the west bank.

At this time, the pursuing troops were approaching in large numbers, and the troops still stranded on the east bank immediately dispersed, without even the thought of resisting.

The nearby tribes were silent and sent people to negotiate surrender.

It was also on this day that Helan Aitou struggled back to Shengle. Some of his men fled along the way, and he gathered the scattered soldiers together. In the end, only two thousand people followed him back to Shengle.

Not to mention other things, almost one third of the 30,000 cavalrymen who followed him south were lost.

No, if we include the surrendered Dou Qin and Dou Yuzhen, father and son, the loss would be even more difficult to estimate.

On June 11, after hearing that Wang's troops had arrived at Chanhexing, pacified many tribes, and fought fiercely with several tribes that refused to surrender, Helan Aitou finally stopped hesitating and issued an order to retreat.

Shengle, there is no need to defend it any longer.

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