One of the deputy captains glanced at the hundred or so Beiliang cavalry that were fighting and retreating at the same time. His eyes burned with desire. He patted his horse and came to Lin Fu's side. "General, what should we do next? We can't just give all our military merits to that outsider named Yelu, right? General, look, that guy named Sun Ji's head is hanging on the back of Dong Zhuo's brother-in-law's horse. Our brothers are all jealous! According to His Majesty's words, a crossbowman's head is very precious. If you add on the head of Wei Tumu or Li Hanlin, you can almost be made a Marquis. Hey, general, are you really not tempted? "
Lin Fu looked around, hesitated for a moment, and then gave an answer that greatly discouraged his deputy. "There's no rush. Let's waste some of the Beiliang cavalry's spirit. We'll continue to retreat. We just need to block their retreat."
With this order, the Black Fox Guards followed the movements of the Beiliang crossbowmen and continued to retreat slowly, like a pack of wolves on the grasslands waiting for an opportunity to strike.
Lin Fu had a keen intuition that had been nurtured by many years of war. Sun Ji, who had taken the bait and lost his life, was of course a big fish. However, there might not be only one big fish that took the bait. If he pulled the rod too early, the fishing line would break.
Yelu Chucai, who was leading the chase, suddenly tilted his head slightly and easily dodged a crossbow bolt. Behind him, the crow rider was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat, but he still used his bow arm to deflect the bolt. This crow rider, who used to be a horse catcher, was furious. He whipped his horse and spun the lasso, accurately wrapping it around the neck of a white horse crossbowman at the back of the enemy cavalry. With a strong pull, he pulled the crossbowman off the horse. The Beiliang rider who fell heavily to the ground tried to stand up, but the crow rider had already bent down and slid his blade across the neck. Just as the head was about to fall into his hands, another crow rider extended his blade and stabbed the head. He brushed past the head and laughed loudly, skillfully hanging the head on the side of his saddle. The crow rider who had been riding earlier couldn't help but curse. However, when he lowered his head and saw the four or five heads on both sides of his saddle, he didn't care anymore.
Yelu Chucai grinned. The most valuable head of the Beiliang crossbowman was hanging on the side of his horse. After a long chase, it no longer looked like it was dripping with blood. The blood where the head had been severed had dried up.
With a distance of about fifty paces, the arrows from both sides flew back and forth. Crow riders and Beiliang crossbowmen constantly fell off their horses after being shot. Most of them died from being shot in the face. However, after dying in battle, all of the Beiliang cavalry had their heads chopped off. There were even some Beimang horsemen in the rear who didn't gain much battle merit who would vent their anger by shooting a few arrows at the headless corpses. Otherwise, they would directly drive their horses over the corpses on the ground. Crow riders and Longguan scouts, who had the absolute advantage, slowed down and sped up through tacit understanding. They constantly rotated. Many of the horsemen roamed around the Beiliang crossbowmen's flanks and shot at them. Some of the horsemen even waved their blades and shouted loudly, showing off their might. In particular, when someone used the fancy method of hiding in the belly of a horse to avoid the Beiliang crossbowmen's arrows, it even drew the strange cries of a large group of horsemen. Their momentum was like a rainbow.
Yelu Chucai suddenly felt a bit dispirited, because the number of Beiliang crossbowmen decreased as he killed more and more. There were less than a hundred of them left. More importantly, the two groups of people in charge of breaking out of the enemy's encirclement and bringing up the rear, these two groups of cavalry who would definitely die in front of their fellow soldiers seemed to always be the most important figures among the crossbowmen. From Lieutenant Sun Ji to the three senior captains and several deputy captains, to the few remaining crossbowmen's captains, they were all like this. Yelu Chucai narrowed his eyes as he looked at these elite soldiers of the Beiliang Frontier Army who, from beginning to end, had fought silently and died silently. A wave of anger rose in his chest for no reason. This valiant general who had participated in the first battle of Liang Mang's Great War had a gloomy expression. He squeezed his horse's belly and charged forward, quickly passing by a few crows' fences. In an instant, the distance between the enemy and his warhorses was shortened to less than ten paces. The crossbowman who turned his head and saw this scene silently threw away his light crossbow and pulled out his cold blade. Blood flowed from his arm. Before he could kill the enemy, the blade in his hand was already dyed red.
The large rouge horse under Yelu Chucai was already running neck and neck with the enemy. Without waiting for the crossbowman to swing his blade, Yelu Chucai viciously sliced off the head of the crossbowman. With a flick of his wrist, the head was lifted high into the air. Then, it was shot through by an arrow from a crow-riding soldier with sharp eyes.
The head that rolled on the ground was then stabbed by a soldier behind Beimang with his blade, becoming a battle achievement.
The scouts of both sides were running all over the long border. For a cavalry of more than a thousand to move without anyone noticing was as difficult as ascending to the heavens. Only the elite cavalry under Dong Zhuo's command, like the crow-riding soldiers, could move hundreds of cavalry without making a sound. More accurately speaking, they had enough strength to clear out all the nearby spies. Not only did they win the battle of contact, they also had to completely cut off the small groups of crossbowmen's transmission of military intelligence, causing them to be paralyzed on the battlefield.
If one looked down from the sky at the southern end of the Longyan Plains, the two cavalry forces were like a moving carpet. It was just that on the carpet, there was blood constantly sputtering.
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