Chapter 1145 I’ll smash you to death!
Chapter 1145 I’ll smash you to death! (Additional chapter for leader Halihh233)
On December 331th of the fifth year of Daliang Kaiping () and the twenty-first year of Li Chengyuheng, in the mountains northwest of Hanfeng County, the vanguards of both sides approached each other at the same time.
Bandunman felt that he was well-equipped, his ancestors were warriors, and he had strong combat power.
The troops transported by Xiangyang Duzhi were the brave men of the Hu and Han ethnic groups in Hexi. They felt that their people were tough and wild, and that they had killed people in bloody conflicts during tribal conflicts. Later, they received training from the regular army and their fighting power became equally strong.
As for He Lun's 300 personal soldiers, half of them took off the iron armor from the pack horses and began to line up.
He Fen "modestly" asked Huan Wen to take command, and Huan Wen took the responsibility and climbed to a high place to observe the enemy situation.
This is a densely forested mountain valley.
The dilapidated mountain road was at the bottom of the valley, next to a river. Xu Yaozu told him his name, but his accent was strange and he didn't quite understand.
The river flows rapidly, constantly cutting through the soil and rock walls on both sides. Perhaps this is how the original river valley came into being.
There was a sun in the sky, but it was so dim that it looked like a small red fireball.
A blue-gray mist was lingering among the trees that had been growing for hundreds of years. It was rising from the damp and rotten forest. Huan Wen was not quite sure what it was. Perhaps it was the miasma that everyone was afraid of?
The Bandun barbarian soldiers on the opposite side have begun to form a battle line.
Huan Wen had sharp eyes and even saw someone walking barefoot on moss and gravel at a brisk pace.
The ornaments on their bodies made a jingling sound.
The thick wooden shield was tied with layer upon layer of vines, as if it had absorbed all the mountain mist, giving it a shiny and glossy feeling.
The sword and card players of the Bandun Barbarians formed seven neat columns and stood by the river.
The first few rows of people were wearing iron armor, those in the middle were wearing leather armor, and the last few rows were wearing nothing at all. They even had half their chests bare and didn't feel cold at all. Various tattoos were faintly visible next to their clothes, mostly snakes, tigers, and leopards.
The rustling sound of footsteps was still ringing.
A large group of crossbowmen were advancing. They had no powerful crossbows that could penetrate shields, only small crossbows carried by a single person.
Behind the regular crossbowmen, there were some soldiers carrying medicine crossbows and blowguns.
They were wearing rough linen clothes full of patches. Some of them were inserting arrows into bamboo tubes at their waists, with hunter-like cruelty and cunning in their eyes.
Some more people came running from the rear, holding spears, swords and other weapons, with a general surrounding them.
Beside the general were several men with leather drums hanging from their waists, and personal soldiers carrying large flags...
"Hualala..." The torrent kept washing the river bank, and the Liang army soldiers also formed their battle formation.
He Fen put on his helmet and armor and led three hundred armored soldiers forward.
The swordsman held high a large, square, thick wooden shield. There were no vines on the shield, only a layer of iron sheet covered with shiny copper nails.
The heavily-armored warrior felt a little uncomfortable as he stepped on the soft mud under the rotten leaves by the river.
The helmet decorated with red tassels kept bumping against the hanging vines, which was very annoying.
Some transport troops came up on the left and right sides of the soldiers, a total of more than a hundred people.
Most of them were holding bows, and a few were pulling the triggers of crossbows. Wangshan was flashing cold light in the mist.
"Splash!" A different noise seemed to be heard in the rapids.
Huan Wen did not look back, for he knew that some Di Qiang, Xiongnu and Xianbei soldiers had "activated" the riding and archery skills they had practiced since childhood. They mounted their horses and carefully searched for open spaces where they could shoot in the rugged mountains and valleys.
The sound of orderly footsteps was heard.
Thousands of transport soldiers, armed with spears, swords and shields, lined up behind He's personal soldiers.
Some archers spread out far away and ran towards the forest on one side, trying to find the best shooting position to attack the enemy from the side.
With a series of "quack" sounds, the crows once again flew up from the mountains and forests in fright. After staring coldly at the more than 3,000 people in the valley, they flapped their wings and flew away.
"Boom, boom, boom..." The war drums of both sides beat almost at the same time.
Military boots and straw sandals started moving instantly.
The rattan shields and iron shields moved forward quickly.
The sound of crossbows being drawn up came one after another, and the sound of bowstrings being tightened filled the ears continuously.
The smell of river, decay and rust hit my nose almost at the same time.
"Kill!" The roar echoed throughout the valley.
Crossbows and bows were the first to attack with sharp whistling sounds. Almost instantly, the rattan shields and iron shields of both sides were covered with white hair.
Shieldmen kept falling down with cries of pain, causing gaps in the formation, which were quickly filled by people rushing up from the back row.
The distance between the two armies was getting closer and closer.
One hundred steps, seventy steps, fifty steps, thirty steps...
When they reached thirty steps, almost all the archers shot straight ahead. The strong kinetic energy drove the arrows, causing terrible casualties among the enemy crowd. From a distance, it looked as if a large piece of the wall had collapsed.
"Bang!" The armies of both sides collided.
He Fen took two quick steps, swinging the heavy wooden club, and smashed it on the rattan shield of a Bantun barbarian with great force. The huge force directly knocked him over and he fell to the ground.
"Puff!" The long spear stabbed out like a poisonous dragon and pierced the shield barbarian behind the rattan shield bearer.
The man immediately screamed in pain, blood gushed out from his thigh, and he could not help but fall to his knees.
Another long spear stabbed over, and the sharp spear blade scraped across Bandunman's throat, causing blood to spurt out again.
"Whoosh!" Something passed by his ears, and He Fen was aroused by the blood, and he swung the wooden club again. His strong arms provided tremendous power, and the wooden club swept through the crowd.
The sharp spike at the front of the club hit a man's forehead, which immediately turned blood red and the corner of his forehead collapsed.
The sword hit the chest of two men hard. One of them was knocked away directly, and the other one stumbled back a few steps, fell to the ground with blood at the corner of his mouth, and couldn't get up.
He Fen felt a piercing pain under his feet. He didn't know which bastard had pierced through his leather military boots and the tip of the gun had pierced his foot.
There was a teeth-grinding scraping sound all over my chest, as if I could feel the vibration of the blades of my nails breaking.
There was a constant sound of breaking air in my ears, and out of the corner of my eye, I seemed to see blue arrows.
The smell of blood became stronger and stronger, as if it was raining blood, or as if a spring had gushed out, bathing him completely in it.
"Die!" A thunder-like sound burst out from his throat, and the wooden club smashed into the dense crowd with a whistling sound.
The iron armor seemed to be made of paper, and the chest of the Bandunman soldier was completely sunken. He flew backwards and knocked down two or three people in succession.
The personal soldiers around He Fen fell one after another, and took their place one after another, trying their best to shield him from attacks from all directions.
Ban Dunman also lost his temper.
After so many years of fighting, this was the first time they encountered such a ferocious enemy, especially the general in shining iron armor, holding a long-handled blunt weapon, waving it endlessly in the crowd, smashing their line into a dough that was like a dog-chewed pancake, uneven and full of gaps.
The spearmen behind him were experienced and ruthless, and they could always "peel off" a layer of shield soldiers when they thrust their spears out. It had only been a short while since the fight began, but there were only a few sword and shield soldiers left in the front row, and they were on the verge of collapse.
"Hualala..." At the bend of the river two hundred steps behind the battlefield, a group of knights forced their way across the shallows.
The warhorse of Dou Che, the Duzhi Commander of Xiangyang, neighed incessantly and stopped when it was about to successfully cross the river, as if its two front hooves were stuck in the mud.
Dou Che urged his warhorse hurriedly, the horse raised its head and neighed, successfully pulled out its two front hooves, and stood up.
Huge splashes of water occurred, and the clear river water turned into a turbid torrent.
The horse successfully reached the other side.
Dou Che shouted loudly and led the twenty or so riders who had crossed the river to walk slowly on the pebble-covered river beach.
On the other side of the river, the infantry of both sides were already locked in a fight.
He Fen, wearing a silver helmet and silver armor, was as fierce as a mad tiger, his body covered in blood. Wherever the wooden club hit, it was like an axe splitting rotten wood, knocking it down with one blow.
Archers from both sides were roaming around the periphery, fighting each other or shooting at the other side's infantry.
Both sides sent out a small group of infantry to attack the flanks to drive out and disrupt the enemy's archers.
People kept falling on the way forward, and the archers were also found opportunities by their peers. Arrows flew through the air, pierced through the chest, and nailed them to the ground full of rotten branches and leaves.
Unexpectedly, these corpses matched perfectly with this humus-filled mountain forest and soon blended in perfectly.
"Thump, thump..." The pebbles on which the horse's hooves were stepping had been submerged in the river water.
The cavalry, whose number gradually increased to one hundred, turned left and began to accelerate.
As they marched, the horn bows with strung strings were drawn out, and the riders drew their bows and arrows and shot towards the other side.
While shooting, there were also oncoming crossbow arrows.
Knights kept falling to the ground, while others lay on their sides on their horses, holding arrows in their mouths, constantly drawing their bows and arrows and shooting away.
Their target was not the scattered archers of the Bandunman, but the infantry that had been beaten to the point where they could no longer stand.
As arrows fell from the flank and people continued to scream and fall to the ground, the Bandunman infantry, who were already retreating step by step and on the verge of chaos, could no longer hold on.
The "dong dong" sound of the drum suddenly changed, and the rhythm became more and more intense.
Huan Wen stopped giving orders and charged forward with his last elite troops.
There was an arrow stuck in He Fen's left shoulder, his armor had been torn open, and the arrowhead had left a deep groove in his shoulder blade where the bone was visible.
But he seemed to be unaware of it, his face flushed red, and the wooden club was still powerful and heavy, vowing to knock the last enemy in front of him to the ground! Smash his chest! Smash his head!
I smash! Smash! Smash!
"Whoosh!" The wooden club hit nothing, and the last enemy in front of him really fell down, shot down by an arrow from the other side of the river.
The Bantun barbarians were already in a very bad state after being beaten, and then they were hit by arrows from the flank and collapsed directly.
The enemy general seemed to be in disbelief.
He was quite old, and usually considered himself a wise general, disdaining to fight for his life like a mad dog. But today, his troops, with only 2,000 men against 1,500 men, were defeated on the spot...
The fog in the mountains and forests almost turned blood red.
The fierce shouts of killing made the pine needles above people's heads fall like rain.
The Daliang warriors surged up like a tide, carrying the fleeing soldiers and rushing towards the enemy's main camp.
The enemy general hurriedly mounted his horse, but his horse stumbled and he was thrown off the spot.
The Iron Man rushed forward.
The enemy general had just stood up and drawn his sword when the oncoming sharp spear penetrated through the gaps in the armor plates.
Blood gushed out like a fountain.
In this battle, Liang generals Huan Wen and He Fen defeated a larger force with a smaller one and defeated the 2,000-man vanguard of the Bandun barbarians, beheading nearly 500 of them and capturing over 800. They chased the enemy for more than 20 miles. On the night of the 28th, they defeated another enemy force and captured and killed over 1,000 of them.
On the morning of the 29th, they encountered a large enemy force in a valley and were able to stop their pursuit.
However, the Bandunman were frightened by their power and their tens of thousands of soldiers did not dare to take the initiative to attack, and the two sides were in a stalemate.
(End of this chapter)