Beimang's various horse bars that belonged to different factions had already been routed to the previously set up ambush. Ballista Colonel Sun Ji had died in battle here.
The White Horse Ballista Soldiers chased after them like a hot knife through butter. Their casualties were extremely low. Occasionally, a rider would be injured by an arrow and unable to continue fighting. They would dismount and search for the headless corpses of their fellow soldiers who had died in the retreat and place them on the back of their horses.
Along the way, many of the Beimang horse bars' ownerless mounts paced back and forth around the corpses lying in pools of blood on the ground. From time to time, they would lower their heads to lightly touch the corpses in an attempt to wake up the Beiliang Frontier Army soldiers who had fallen off their horses after being shot down by the Beimang cavalry. Meanwhile, most of these war horses had one or two heads of Sun Ji's ballista soldiers hanging near their saddles. Li Hanlin and Wei Musheng's two wounded ballista soldiers silently turned around and headed south. Along the way, they collected the corpses and retrieved the heads. They continuously gathered up the lonely Beiliang war horses that were scattered all over the place. If there were war horses that were still breathing, the ballista soldiers wouldn't ignore them either. They would squat down and pat their heads, and then quickly stab their blades into the horses' necks to give them a quick death.
The Beiliang Frontier Army Iron Cavalry. Almost everyone believed that the war horses that they viewed as their wives in this life would definitely be reincarnated as humans in the next life and become part of the Beiliang Frontier Army like them. They would be able to fight side by side again.
In operas, it was always said that a jar cannot escape breaking by the well, and a general will not leave the battlefield until he dies. However, no matter how soul-stirring an opera was, it would never be able to express the sorrow of the battle on the battlefield.
Crow Ballista Commander Yelu Chucai and Black Fox Ballista Commander Lin Fu rode side by side. Behind the two, there were no longer any Longguan scouts in sight. Most of the ballista soldiers had already died under the ballista and cold blades of the White Horse Ballista soldiers. Lin Fu, who had a bloody groove on his face, was gasping for air. Every time he breathed, he would pull at the wound that was so deep that his bones could be seen. Yelu Chucai casually broke a crossbow bolt that was nailed into his shoulder. Looking back, he saw that all of the Longguan ballista soldiers had fallen on the Longyan Plains. Crow and Black Fox Ballista's fighting strength was also less than forty percent. Yelu Chucai suddenly frowned. "Why are the ballista soldiers behind us slowing down their horses? Could it be that Li and Wei Musheng have begun to realize our intentions? As long as they advance another thirty miles to the north, my brother-in-law's eight thousand cavalry will be able to form an encirclement! Lin Fu, this time, whether or not we can wipe out Beiliang's three ballista soldiers will depend on whether or not the Beiliang is willing to let us continue the thirty li journey. Do you have any ideas? "
Lin Fu endured the pain and laughed. "How could I not have any ideas? Just kill them. It depends on whether or not you, Yelu Chucai, are willing to pay the price."
Although Yelu Chucai had always been scolded by Dong Zhuo as an idiot, he was, after all, an experienced commander. But Lin Fu didn't want to expose him, so he still had a compassionate heart. Yelu Chucai took a deep breath and made a hand gesture, summoning one of the Crow Ballista soldiers. Without needing Yelu Chucai to say anything, the valiant lieutenant who had fought alongside Dong Zhuo since his youth grinned at Yelu Chucai. He didn't say anything and simply nodded. He turned his horse around and shouted a few words. Then, he led the eighty or so elite Crow Ballista soldiers to slow down and quickly fell behind. At the same time, Lin Fu's Black Fox Ballista soldiers also did the same. Both sides were determined to completely cut off the pursuit of the ballista soldiers.
When Li Hanlin's men, who were in charge of the pursuit, slowed down, Wei Musheng immediately rushed to Li Hanlin's side. With a hint of condemnation, he asked anxiously, "Lieutenant Li, if your men are tired and unable to pursue, just let me know in advance and let my men kill the enemy instead! Why did you let the enemy escape? "
Li Hanlin stared at the signs of the Northern Mang horse bars. When he saw the movements of the hundred and forty Northern Mang barbarians' elite cavalry, he raised the war blade in his hand and pointed forward. With a sunken voice, he said, "From the looks of it, it has already been confirmed that there is an ambush in Northern Mang. Moreover, the enemy's cavalry army definitely isn't too far away. Otherwise, Crow Bar and Black Fox Bar wouldn't have sent those hundred or so cavalry to their deaths on purpose. Old Brother Wei, your troops still shouldn't make a move. Continue to preserve your strength. The real battle to the death is yet to come. Yuan Nanting's White Feather Light Cavalry will arrive soon. I'd like to see who will eat who! "
The reason Northern Mang headed south was to pass through Northern Liang and annex the Central Plains. Every single one of Northern Mang's soldiers fought with their lives on the line for military merits and rewards.
Our Beiliang, on the other hand, was fighting for fewer deaths.
It was different.
Wei Musheng followed the direction of Li Hanlin's sword and indeed saw the hundred or so Beimang elites blocking the rear. It looked like they were trying to buy time for their commanders to escape the battlefield.
Li Hanlin's face was suddenly filled with hostility. "It's not hard for you to die! Tenth Month Li, Tiger Head Fang, each lead a hundred riders and charge with me. This time, there's no need to conserve your strength. Just focus on killing! "
In the distance, Lu Dou shouted, "Count me in!"
Both sides had used up most of their crossbows and arrows, so they could only fight with their sabers.
Beimang ballista waved their swords.
Beiliang's crossbowmen tightened their grip on their swords.
The 140 or so Black Fox cavalry clashed fiercely with Li Hanlin's two hundred crossbowmen. Then, they crossed the line between life and death.
The two cavalry forces didn't have many people to begin with, so they didn't spread out too far. It could be said that they met on a narrow path. Each side tacitly moved in a row with only four or five riders side by side.
In this kind of situation, the one leading the charge was most likely to die.
Li Hanlin, Lu Dou, Tenth Month Li, and Tiger Head Fang, one lieutenant, one commandant, and two deputy commandants, charged at the front.
Li Hanlin's attack was the cleanest. He directly cut off the neck of one of the Black Crows.
Lu Dou, who was born with astonishing physical strength, attacked with great force. Not only did his blade cut off the enemy's swords, he even cut off the Black Fox's upper body.
Tenth Month Li's blade was the most exquisite. He twisted his head to avoid the enemy's slash and stabbed the Black Crows' throat with his cold blade.
Tiger Head Fang was the only one who didn't kill the enemy. He only clashed heavily with Ma Lan's swords.
After Li Hanlin and Lu Dou each killed three enemy riders, Tenth Month Li killed two Beimang scouts in succession. However, he was about to be stabbed in the neck by the third enemy rider in a straight line.
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