Since ancient times, the physical strength and quality of human beings had not been much different from each other. What differentiated people from each other was their spirit, and the other was … their tribe.
The sky was bright, the plains were boundless, and the warhorses were galloping.
The so-called tribe used rules as a bond to combine the strength of millions of people into one. This was the true power of the human tribe to reproduce and survive. The strength of an individual was insignificant. Only the great power of the tribe and the country could distinguish the strength of oneself from others. A group of millions of people with great power meant that they had adapted to the rules of the world and nature. They were outstanding people. A group of millions of people with weak power meant that these millions of people were inferior people and would be eliminated by the world and nature.
On the thirtieth day of the sixth month of the second year of Jingping, Chen Dongye was riding on the warhorse, thinking of what Ning Yi had said in the Small Cang River.
The greatest part of human strength is not in our individual bodies.
The heavy armor was like a fortress binding the body. The warhorses galloped slower than usual because of the heavy weight. In front of them was the continuous battle formation of the Xixia army. The barricades were pushed out, and the arrows flew into the sky. In front of the armored cavalry, only about three hundred saber and shield bearers raised their shields and charged into the rain of arrows. They wanted to push the barricades away. One thousand five hundred heavy cavalry scattered and launched a charge against the Xixia army.
For Chen Dongye and the others, only at this moment did they understand the meaning of these words: human strength was not in ourselves.
Since many years ago, they had served as soldiers and lived a muddle-headed life in the army of the Wu dynasty, moving from place to place. The world was vast, but the rules of the world were small. Everyone lived like this, and not everyone had no ambition. In the army, martial prowess reigned supreme. There were also many experts who were highly skilled in martial arts. They were high-spirited and dared to challenge anyone they encountered. If there was a disagreement, they would draw their swords. Seeing the fiery temperament of the soldiers, the military officials encouraged these fights, thinking that they could train powerful troops.
Everyone gets paid for nothing, and everyone benefits from the top to the bottom. Every month, the officials would distribute the extra salary to each of them. The brotherly love between them could not be expressed in words. There was nothing wrong with these things. At this time, everywhere was like this. As long as it was a person, it was the same. No one could be much, much more powerful than anyone else.
Then Lady Zhenren came. Hundreds of thousands of people were driven away by tens of thousands of people. Under the butcher's knife, blood flowed like a river. No matter how powerful the people in the army were, they were all useless here. Later on, when they came to Xia Village and rebelled, many people were still confused about where the difference was. Chen Dongye was a member of the Huayan Association. Occasionally, he would hear Ning Yi talk about everything under the sun in the Little Cang River. As for many things, he could only remember them in his heart and not feel them deeply.
This time, he had inexplicably taken down Yanzhou and then engulfed Iron Sparrow Hawk in battle. Now, in this moment, when his army of several thousand was truly attacking the army of a hundred thousand, he finally had an incomparably clear feeling in his heart. There was a huge difference between people.
The difference in strength was not just one or two times. The difference between people could actually be ten times, or even a hundred times.
The battle in front had already begun. Waves of blood were flying. More than a thousand armored cavalrymen formed groups of ten and launched an assault on the battle line that was hundreds of feet long. Like raindrops, they fell into the huge enemy formation that was made up of twelve thousand people.
When the armored cavalrymen crashed into the stubborn army formation, the sound was dull and terrifying. The high-speed charging warhorses had already lost their balance under the impact. Chen Dongye was knocked forward under the huge shock. The forest of spears pierced the iron armor. He clenched his teeth, opened his eyes, and thrust his spear at the Xixia people in front of him. The tip of the spear pierced through the soft armor, clothes, and flesh. Then it pierced out, pushed forward, and tore open the bones and body. Blood splattered. At this moment, the world became chaotic. Countless collisions and scarlet filled his vision. His body was also smashed down amidst the collisions.
The cavalrymen rushed past him. Not long after, a man in steel armor climbed up from the bloody corpses and pulled out his long sword. In other parts of the battlefield, the armored cavalrymen were still falling like raindrops.
At a quarter past five, in the south of the battlefield of Dong Zhiyuan, Qin Shaoqian led more than three thousand men and launched an attack on the army of twelve thousand led by the Xixia General Muzang Yiqing. As a veteran general of the Xixia, the army led by Muzang Yiqing put up a tenacious resistance the moment they came into contact.
At the same time, another black flag team had leaped onto Dong Zhiyuan from the north. They were heading southwest along the ancient plain. It seemed that they were going to cross a large arc and converge with the cavalrymen in the south. At this moment, the entire battlefield had begun to move on a large scale.
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The warning fireworks sounded more and more frequently. The scouts who delivered the news whipped their warhorses with all their might and galloped across the plain. It was the end of summer and the beginning of autumn. As the breeze blew, the sky was clear. It was still afternoon, but the battlefield of Dong Zhiyuan had already been shrouded by waves of tense and austere atmosphere.
As the King of Xixia, Li Qianshun's army of twenty-five thousand had already stopped on the plain. The successive battle reports were washing over the minds of Li Qianshun, Asha Ganbu, and the others, and even their worldview.
From the beginning of five o 'clock, the Black Flag Army's offensive movement meant that the battle had completely broken out. Before this, the upper echelons of the Western Xia Country had always had two possible speculations regarding the enemy stationed at the edge of Dong Zhiyuan's territory. First, this army would flee. Second, the actual combat prowess of this army wouldn't be ridiculously high.
But as the battle reports continued to come in, this kind of psychological expectation was rapidly being washed away!
Following the battle and defeat of the Yellow Rock Slope in the north, the Black Flag Army, which was mainly made up of infantry, was still advancing diagonally. Tuluo Wei was following closely behind with five thousand infantry, trying to bite off their retreat. And the ten thousand men of the Wild Harvest Division had also begun to push westward.
At this time, there were a total of six troops surrounding the twenty-five thousand Xixia troops. They were the five infantry troops led by Ye Li Feng, Zang Zang Yi Qing, Meh Fu Mai, Li Liang Fu, Wei Ming Rong Ke, and the four thousand light cavalry led by Yu Cangma. This army of more than sixty thousand people was like a barrier surrounding Li Qianshun. And around five o 'clock, the main force led by Zang Zang Yi Qing and the light cavalry troops that were roaming the south had already discovered the approach of the three thousand Black Flag Army infantry and cavalry. When the four thousand light cavalry troops decided to turn around and harass them, the other side retaliated with their powerful firearms. At the same time, the three thousand people launched an attack on Zang Yi Qing's ten thousand men.
The heavy cavalry tore through the plains!
At five o 'clock, on the southwest battlefield of the Xixia army, ten thousand people were fleeing. The heavy cavalry and infantry of the Black Flag Army tore apart this ten thousand strong army. General Zang Yi Qing led his bodyguards to charge into the formation to resist, but was beheaded by the Black Flag Army. The four thousand light cavalry under Yu Cangma's command avoided the enemy's iron bucket soldiers, covering the retreat of the main force, fighting as they retreated.
This was not a victory of strategy or stratagem. In the past two years, after experiencing the defeat of Bianliang, the opening of the Xia Village, the nourishment of the Little Cang River, and the tempering and polishing of this expedition, the Black Flag Army that came out of the Little Cang River was no longer controlled by bloodthirst and wildness, an army that could only explode with astonishing power under great pressure. The real edge of the blade was already in the hands of this army. At this moment, it turned into a fierce charge on the battlefield.
"They chose to attack at this time because they are afraid of our camp!" Facing the solid defeat of the two troops, Ah Sha who was in the formation had already reacted. "Seven thousand people, divided into two groups to attack. Even if they have the protection of the gods, they will still have to pass through several battles. The heavy cavalry charges only once or twice a day. Among them, many of them are not riding the warhorses of the Iron Sparrow Hawk. No matter how they fight, now that they have fallen into our encirclement, they will be tired after fighting for a long time. But for the sake of stability, I think we should immediately build a defense, set up barricades, dig tunnels, prepare the strong crossbows, and wait for them to exhaust themselves! "
At this time, the sun was gradually setting in the west. Li Qianshun's face was dark. He nodded to Ah Sha's suggestion. In the depths of his heart, he also had to admit that the frontal defeat of these ten thousand people scared him. But he still said, "They will be tired after fighting for a long time. Seven thousand people, I want to see if they can walk in front of me!"
On the battlefield to the southwest of the Western Xia formation, a fierce battle had already ended. The head of the Western Xia commander, Not Hiding Yi Qing, was inserted on the flagpole. In the surroundings, the corpses covered the entire field. In the distance, the figures of the Western Xia soldiers fleeing in disorder could still be seen. There were also traces of several thousand light cavalry moving about. In the previous battle, the defeat and scattering of the ten thousand people made it impossible for these light cavalry to accurately harass the Black Flag Army. When Not Hiding Yi Qing was suddenly beheaded and the army was routed, they still tried to run and shoot in the surroundings. However, they were caught by the big cannons and heartless cannons and were shot a few times. The iron caltrops and loud noises caused several dozen cavalry to be injured and frightened. Only when the Black Flag Army's light cavalry charged over did they manage to force the enemy to retreat.
"We don't have much time, we cannot be entangled by them. Immediately form up!" Raising his head to look at the color of the sky, Qin Shaoqian on the heavy cavalry ordered the people beside him. The horn to assemble rang out on the field. One after another, small groups passed through the corpses and blood on the ground and approached the Black Flag Army. Some people brandished the swords and spears in their hands. After a fierce battle, they could actually already feel tired, but no one showed it.
A little further south, six horses were dragging a hot air balloon forward. Chen Xing of the "Mo Group" was standing in the basket of the hot air balloon. He was holding a telescope and looking into the distance. Not long after, he untied the rope that tied the hot air balloon and increased the flame, letting the hot air balloon ascend.
He turned his head and waved his hand at the people behind him.
The hot air balloon couldn't choose its direction, so the amount of time it could stay in the air might not be able to last until the end of the battle. Previously, when the hot air balloon ascended and descended, it required a group of cavalry to chase after it from below. At this time, the surrounding area of more than ten li was filled with the Western Xia army. His ascending and descending could only be left to fate.
At the hour of five, the first hot air balloon ascended, and the second one also slowly floated in the south.
On the north side, the infantry troops led by Tuo Luo Wei and Ye Lifeng's brigade had already converged midway. Not long after, they also joined up with Li Liangfu's brigade that was originally traveling on the west side. The army of nearly thirty thousand people was divided into three groups, forming a huge barrier on the ground. Two or three li away from them, the main forces of the Second and Third Regiments of the Black Flag Army led by Pang Liu 'an and Li Yi were traveling parallel to the Jurchen army. They were traveling in a crisscrossed direction toward the southwest, and they could already see each other.
"Three of their troops have joined up!"
A small number of cavalrymen who were galloping in the vicinity were constantly reporting the development of the situation. Luo Ye, who was leading his company, was galloping in front of the troops. He ground his teeth and said, "Fine, we'll crush them in one go!" He pointed to the front and gestured with his hand. Then, he said to his companions behind him, "Do you see the flag in the middle? Crush them! Even if they have tens of thousands of people, how many of them can fight against us at the same time?! We'll crush them in one go, and we'll be afraid of them. Once we cut down this flag, it doesn't matter how many people they have! "
"It's a pity that we still don't know where Li Qianshun's brigade is …" A cavalryman who was galloping at the side was familiar with him, so he said this. Soon after, a black smoke streaked across the sky in the distance. It was a lonely hot air balloon that had ascended into the sky.
After the black smoke, a colorful pillar of smoke flew in different directions. On the plains, many people raised their heads and saw this line. In this side of the army, Pang Liu 'an pointed in that direction. Luo Ye raised his hand and slowly made two cuts in that direction.
On the other side, the army of thirty thousand people had already charged over.
In the south side, the warhorses dragged the hot air balloon and slowly galloped in a certain direction that the line in the sky had drawn. The cavalry escorted them in the surroundings. Not long after, the second hot air balloon rose into the sky. When the clouds in the sky turned the color of fire, the third hot air balloon flew up …
On the ground, the surging blood fire had already begun to howl and burn crazily.
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