Yi Song

Chapter 148 Liu Erlang is really an old man

Kontsev and Xie Xing have taken turns in the Hedong, Hebei, and Northwest frontier armies and have rich practical experience. Sensing something was wrong ahead, they immediately sent out reconnaissance riders to go forward to find out the news.

The two of them waited quietly, waiting for the news from the front to come back.

The sky at this time was even gloomier, and the clouds seemed to fall to the top of the head in the next breath.

The north wind is stronger, rolling in sand and snow, as if it is rolling up a sandstorm, covering people overwhelmingly.

Suddenly, their intuition told them that there seemed to be great danger ahead, like a silent but turbulent tide in the dark, approaching quickly.

"Report! The enemy is coming."

Several scouts ran back in panic.

"how many people?"

"Tens of thousands of people, led by thieves warriors wrapped in blue scarves and equipped with armor." The scout cavalry panted and reported.

Kontsefu and Xie Xing received the report from the scout cavalry almost at the same time. Their hearts skipped a beat, and they couldn't help but have the idea that Liu Erlang had gained a false reputation and was completely defeated as soon as he engaged in battle. He couldn't even make a splash.

It's impossible. We have seen Liu Erlang's battle in Yujin Garden with our own eyes. He lost thousands of guans on remand. Prancing horses with guns in hand, galloping back and forth, killing people like mowing grass, the corpses all over the ground cannot be faked.

So what's going on?

Kontsefu and Xie Xing quickly thought of a problem. Liu Guozhang, with more than 400 cavalrymen, relied on the speed of the horses, and took advantage of the cloudy and windy weather and poor visibility to stab the rebels hard, and then quickly escaped.

He poked a huge hornet's nest, and then quickly hid while the hornets flying in the sky rushed toward him menacingly.

Straight bitch! Liu Erlang is so damn cunning!

Without saying a word, Kontsev and Xie Xing turned their horses and ran with their soldiers in the direction of the Bianhe River as fast as they could.

Seeing them turning into Rufeng, the Twelve Command Forbidden Infantry under their respective command were dumbfounded.

"Let's go!" The twelve men shouted without hesitation, and the two groups of six thousand forbidden troops on the left and right, less than two miles apart, made the same movement in unison.

Turn around, throw your legs out, and run as hard as you can.

Just as they were running away, the Wanqingjin Army rushed out of the wind and snow over there, with ferocious faces.

Seeing that the Forbidden Army was actually escaping, the expected bloody fight turned into a pursuit of victory. The morale of the traitor army immediately increased dozens of times, and they roared with momentum like a rainbow!

Kontsev led a dozen soldiers and rushed to the front. The three thousand forbidden troops he led fell far behind and could not be seen.

After coming back to his senses, he now believes in the legend that Liu Erlang traveled in the northeast with his family's caravan, and fought against the barbarians there.

Only those who have actually been on the battlefield can be so cunning.

Beware of your opponents, be careful of your teammates, and try your best to defeat your opponents.

While he was thinking wildly, dozens of arrows suddenly flew towards him. The soldiers behind him were hit by arrows and screamed. Kontsev was also hit by two arrows, but fortunately it was not fatal.

Are there an ambush by the bandits?

Dozens of horsemen emerged from the snow and wind, bows and arrows drawn, and they fired mercilessly at the enemy. The leader was Liu Guozhang.

"Liu Erlang, you!" Kontsev was horrified beyond measure.

"You bastard, you have a house in Yiningfang, Bianjing. Cai Shuiquan from Taishifang has sent gifts there twice, and each time it was a car. Two cars of money will buy my life, right?"

Kontsev asked in shock: "How do you know?"

"We, the Hongying Party, have so many eyes and ears in Bianjing that even the Imperial City Division would not dare to claim first place even if we modestly say that we are second." Liu Guozhang put away his strong bow, raised his silver dragon iron spear, and shouted: "Kill them all. Come on, leave the horse behind but not the people!"

"Yes!" the flag bearers shouted in unison, and charged forward waving their spears and scimitars.

After half a stick of incense, the Imperial Guards from behind rushed up and saw more than a dozen corpses lying on the ground. Kontsev was one of them, staring straight at the gloomy sky with his eyes wide open.

Not a single war horse was seen.

The bosses didn't have time to think about it, so they asked people to carry the body and continued running back.

Liu Guozhang led the flag bearer team to join the Nadu Divine Cavalry Army.

"The rebels on the left are rushing up. We follow the diagonal line, parallel to the rebels' front line, shoot once, and then wait for the opportunity to act."

"Yes!"

Nearly five hundred cavalry mobilized their mounts, formed two long and uneven lines, and fought out from the right wing of the bandit army.

After pursuing for five or six miles, the rebels' front line ran a diagonal line, with the right wing lagging behind and the left wing advancing.

Liu Guozhang led 500 cavalrymen along this diagonal line, less than thirty meters apart, with bows and arrows set, and they fired freely at the panting rebels. Liu Guozhang had the highest hit rate, with almost 100 hits.

Zhang Meng and the flag bearer team mostly hit five out of ten shots.

The Divine Cavalry has four hundred cavalry, and its hit rate is quite ugly. Fortunately, the distance was close enough and the targets were dense enough, so the hit rate was barely 23 out of 10 shots.

Cavalry like shit!

The slanting front line was more than two miles long, and the five hundred cavalrymen ran out in half a stick of incense. They fired three to four thousand arrows, knocking the rebels head-on and knocking them off their feet. Especially the Qingjin warriors who rushed at the front suffered the most heavy casualties, about four to five hundred people.

Liu Guozhang glanced at a certain place among the bandit troops who were panicking into countless regiments. Hundreds of green-turbaned warriors nervously protected a general on horseback, shouting loudly and driving away the thieves who were rushing towards him.

After putting away his bow and arrows, Liu Guozhang waved the Silver Dragon Iron Spear and said to Zhang Meng and the leader of the Divine Cavalry Army Zeng Bufan: "Commander Zeng, you lead the three hundred cavalry back to shoot. Big Eyes, the flag bearer team, the remaining one hundred cavalry will follow. I kill."

"Yes!"

Liu Guozhang mobilized his mount and emerged from the wind and snow first. In the frightened eyes of the thieves, the silver dragon iron gun in his hand was like a long broom. Wherever it touched, the thieves were like dead leaves falling on the snow, screaming. Flying to both sides.

Zhang Meng was holding a long-handled simple knife, slashing left and right, and his head rolled, and he tightly protected Liu Guozhang's back. More than sixty flag bearers, armed with knives and guns, firmly protected the two wings.

A hundred divine cavalry troops followed closely behind them, like a tornado, leaving corpses everywhere in their path.

In an instant, Liu Guozhang rushed not far away from the rebel horseback general. His iron spear danced like a windmill, hurting him if he touched it, killing him if he hit it. He killed the green scarf warriors who were guarding him in twenty or thirty seconds.

The general on horseback panicked, and then he thought of turning his horse's head to escape, but Liu Guozhang took the time to take off his strong bow, shot an arrow in the back, and fell off his horse with a scream.

Liu Guozhang drew up his bow and rode forward, stretched out his iron spear, and picked up the general who was not yet dead. Zhang Meng stepped forward and struck with a sword, and his head flew up in the air. Liu Guozhang swung the headless corpse, and with a flicker of the iron spear, he accurately He stabbed the head, raised it high, and shouted: "Tian Wenbao's head is here!"

The flagbearers and the divine cavalry followed and shouted: "Tian Wenbao's head is here, surrender quickly!"

Hundreds of voices exploded on the battlefield like rolling thunder.

After a burst of shooting, tens of thousands of rebel troops were killed and wounded, four to five hundred people were killed and there was chaos and panic. Suddenly hearing such a shout, the thieves nearby opened their eyes and saw that it was the head of Tian Wenbao's nephew, one of the eight generals, being stabbed with a spear and shaking high.

Rounded up, it is equal to Tian Wenbao's head.

The surrounding thieves' mentality immediately collapsed, and they turned around and ran back desperately.

The thieves at the back only knew that there was a commotion in front, and they didn't know what happened. But he saw his companion running back in panic and shouting randomly.

"Killed!"

"People are dead, so many people are dead!"

"Defeated, defeated!"

When the thieves behind heard this, there were first dozens, then hundreds, and finally thousands of people, like an avalanche. Everyone turned around and ran away desperately. It was completely different from the situation just now when they were pursuing the victory with great momentum.

Liu Guozhang chased for more than a hundred steps and waved his iron gun, "Don't be obsessed with fighting, let's go!"

He led the flag bearers and part of the Divine Cavalry Army back and met up with most of the Divine Cavalry Army.

After riding his horse for two steps, Liu Guozhang couldn't help but turn around and stared at the gloomy distance for several times before finally disappearing into the wind and snow.

After half a stick of incense, an army came up against the current. There were about 800 people and more than 100 cavalry, all of them were fierce and fierce.

The four people at the head were majestic and full of murderous intent. Staring at the snowy distance, thoughtfully.

The whole army returned to the bank of the Bianhe River, gathered up the scattered soldiers, and after an inventory, it was found that except for the commander Kontsev and his soldiers who were ambushed and killed, the rest only had 46 wounded and 197 missing. One hundred and seventy-nine people came back later.

Xie Xing and his troops of the right route army were safe and sound, but their troops were chased and attacked by Donghai Yicong. More than 250 people were killed, more than 460 people were wounded, more than 200 people were missing, and in the end there were more than 100 people left. People are missing.

Three thousand people were beaten by 800 people, leaving almost a third dead or wounded.

Liu Erlang led his troops in an ambush, killing and wounding thousands of rebels, and beheaded one of the leaders.

One plus and one minus is a slight win.

Liu Guozhang's truthful battle report was delivered to Bianjing, but it caused an uproar.

(End of this chapter)