Hundreds of households in Liaodong, covering the light with one hand

Wang Qi's personal guard camp are all warriors who have fought in hundreds of battles, forged from the sea of ​​blood in the mountains of corpses.

It is a bit exaggerated to say that one can defeat a hundred, but it is not a fantasy for a killing formation of more than a hundred people to attack a cavalry camp of a thousand people and even win the battle.

At this moment, more than a hundred personal guards rushed from the mountain, with black armor and silver swords. Under the moonlight, they looked like rolling waves, and fierce tigers came down the mountain.

As soon as they made contact and entered the battlefield, they were like tigers entering a flock of sheep, slashing with swords and leaping horses. In just a breath, they caused heavy casualties to the Zhenjiangkou army, giving the Zhenjiangkou army a blow to the head.

Xiang Quanzhong naturally noticed this cavalry battalion that suddenly joined the battlefield.

"Where did that army come from?" Looking at the large army rushing into his own camp, Quan Zhong felt an inexplicable feeling of fear in his heart.

"There is no flag, no designation, and there is no complete organizational structure. They are all black armor, silver swords, and hundreds of horses." The personal guards closely guarded Xiang Quanzhong, also looking confused.

"Only a hundred people dare to charge my army?" Xiang Quanzhong almost crushed the long knife in his hand: "Looking for death!"

Xiang Quanzhong swung his sword fiercely: "Pioneer Battalion, follow me and kill these bunch of bastards who don't know whether to live or die!!!"

After saying this, Xiang Quanzhong directly rode his horse forward to kill.

As the former Nanjing garrison, commander of Jiangsu Daodu, and now Minister of War, Xiang Quanzhong rode his horse in front and took the lead, which greatly inspired his soldiers.

The cavalry, which numbered a thousand men, followed Xiang Quanzhong and charged towards the hundred men in black armor who were hiding their flags.

Pfft! ! !

White blades clashed, armors broke, and then the war horses neighed and four hooves soared!

On the battlefield, people fall to the ground at any time, and people are seriously injured at any time. There are even people who chop down flags to seize the commander, and shout from the top.

In the blink of an eye, Xiang Quanzhong led his cavalry and a hundred men in black armor to kill them all.

Looking back, the thousand-man cavalry was covered in scars and 30% damaged after one round.

Even his own armor was torn apart, and the blade was almost broken.

The opponent's more than a hundred black-armored cavalry seemed to be unscathed, and they were full of fighting spirit. With almost no rest, they turned around and charged towards their own side again.

"That's it! What a powerful soldier!!!" Although Xiang Quanzhong is unwilling to admit it, the elite division opposite Xiong Tingbi is truly powerful compared to Xiong Tingbi's 5,000 men and his own army of more than 10,000. Meaningful strong soldiers and powerful soldiers.

"Kill!!!" At this point in the battle, Xiang Quanzhong would not take a step back.

Only by moving forward indomitably can we achieve the final victory.

As for reinforcements?

As for Wu Xiang’s 100,000 troops?

Xiang Quanzhong has long been forgotten.

And

Xiang Quanzhong already understood in his heart that the appearance of the black armored cavalry here meant that Wang Qi had arrived.

And if Wang Qi dares to appear here, will Wu Xiang's 100,000 troops still arrive on time?

Only God knows.

Die here.

Xiang Quanzhong has accepted the fact of defeat!

But when a man is born in this world, how can he turn his back to the enemy and die?

If you want to die, you must die on the way to charge!

Wiping the long sword in his hand clean with his arm sleeve, facing the black-armored cavalry who had already charged towards him, Xiang Quanzhong smiled, showing his bloody teeth, grinned ferociously, raised his sword to face the enemy: "Die!!!"

Along the Yangtze River, the cold wind is still biting.

Undercurrents surged up from the bottom of the river, forming waves on the surface of the river, washing the bloody river banks.

The fighting here has stopped. Most of the defeated remnants abandoned their helmets and armor and fled across the river in the boats they came from. Some of them surrendered to the opposite army and squatted quietly on the ground, waiting for subsequent treatment.

Xiang Quanzhong's body was discovered by Ding Fu. This small soldier who rose from the Battle of Shenyang has now grown into General Qian.

"Keep the body alive and bury it properly." There was a trace of respect in Ding Fu's eyes.

After all, soldiers who can fight until the last moment, even if they are the enemy, deserve a little respect.

When the victorious Liaodong soldiers were cleaning up the battlefield, Xiong Tingbi had already knelt down in front of Wang Qi.

"Sir," Xiong Tingbi was slightly injured and looked a little guilty.

If Wang Qi's cavalry hadn't suddenly attacked and injected a boost of vitality into the precarious battlefield, how would the entire war have developed? No one could have predicted it.

Anyway, Xiong Tingbi will definitely not kneel in front of Wang Qi to answer like now.

"What you did was beyond my expectation." Wang Qi turned his back to Xiong Tingbi, his eyes fell on the map on the wall, and there was not much blame in his tone: "Five thousand people, facing an enemy army of more than 10,000 people." Rushing to kill and getting such a battle loss ratio is already unexpected."

"Master Xiong, if you could make such a decisive decision in Liaodong," Wang Qi turned his head and smiled: "I'm afraid things will be reversed."

"My lord is joking. If it weren't for your cavalry support, this battle would have been lost." After experiencing so many ups and downs and decades of ups and downs in officialdom, Xiong Tingbi already knew how to talk to Shangguan.

What's more, the young man in front of him can be said to be a rare being seen in hundreds of years.

Don't bluff lightly.

"Get up," Wang Qi waved his hand, walked around the long table, and sat on a chair: "Sit down and talk."

"Thank you, sir," Xiong Tingbi stood up to greet him respectfully.

"Xiang Quanzhong's army at Zhenjiangkou has been wiped out, but the frontal battlefield is still very dangerous." Wang Qi looked at Xiong Tingbi: "I will give you one day to rest and recuperate. At the end of Haishi tomorrow night, the army will set off from Chuzhou Prefecture and march in a hurry. Arrive at Dacang Ridge in three hours! Support Qin Erbao and Lu Xiangsheng."

"Okura Ridge?"

Xiong Tingbi is familiar with the topography of Jiangsu Road and naturally knows where Dacang Ridge is.

Hundred Thousand Mountains is a bit exaggerated, but the high mountains and blue forests holding up the sky are particularly fitting.

"Are they sniping at Wu Xiang's 100,000-strong army in Dacang Ridge?" Xiong Tingbi thought about it for a moment and understood.

Then there was lingering fear and cold sweat.

Only now do we know how dangerous this battle on the Yangtze River is!

If one were not careful and Qin Erbao's more than 10,000 men were added, the entire army would be wiped out.

Even Wang Qi himself may feel resentful about this.

"Sir." Looking up at Wang Qi, Xiong Tingbi could not say the words "A handsome man should not take risks easily".

After all, without Wang Qi's support, he would have died in the Yangtze River.

"You don't need to say the rest," Wang Qi leaned on the armchair and said solemnly: "Just answer me one sentence. Can you lead the army to set off at the end of Haishi tomorrow? Will we arrive at Dacang Ridge in three hours?"

"The last general takes command!"

Regardless of the arrow wounds on his body, Xiong Tingbi suddenly stood up and half-knelt on the ground: "If we can't support Dacang Ridge in time, Xiong will come and see us!"

"Then, I will wait for you at Okura Ridge."

Wang Qi patted the chair, then stood up, walked to Xiong Tingbi, reached out and patted his shoulder: "Go and see your subordinates and the loyal and brave soldiers." (End of Chapter)