When the eight thousand Dong Zhuo private cavalry moved according to the agreement, they were shocked to find that less than a tenth of their horse stables were left. Only Yelu Chucai and Lin Fu were left, and there were twenty to thirty cavalry at their sides. It could be said to be extremely tragic.
From this point on, Beimang entered an awkward situation where all of their elite horse stables were dead, while the other side still had hundreds of Beiliang crossbowmen. This meant that in this Dragon Eye scout battle, both sides had calculated everything. Unfortunately, Beiliang was still a level higher.
When the commander of the eight thousand cavalry, Agudamu, saw this scene, he was angry out of humiliation, but also a bit nervous. His Majesty the Emperor had declared that he would wipe out all of the Beiliang crossbowmen, yet the outcome was so unexpected. Like this, if he dared to let go of a fish that escaped the net today, he might not be able to bear the consequences!
This valiant cavalry general, whose name symbolized vastness on the grasslands, roared angrily. He had those black crows and black foxes slide past the edge of his cavalry formation, and then began to chase after those Beimang crossbowmen who turned their horses around at almost the same time. If it was a normal battle between the grassland's main light cavalry and Beiliang's crossbowmen, no matter how great the disparity in numbers was, relying on the crossbowmen's Beiliang horses, it would be extremely difficult to intercept and kill. However, today, the crossbowmen could be said to be truly an arrow at the end of its flight. Their crossbows had no arrows, and their horses were tired. They had long pulled out their blades to kill the enemy. As such, these last seeds of crossbowmen who had penetrated deep into the Dragon Eye's hinterland, in front of the eight thousand cavalry who were full of vigor, were not something that they could escape just because they wanted to.
Agudamu set up a giant ox-horn bow that didn't conform to the Northern Mang cavalry's structure, adjusting his breathing and aim while riding on the continuously rising and falling horse back. The bow was pulled back like a full moon, and with a peng noise, the arrow's momentum was like rushing thunder, shooting through the back of a wandering crossbowman. The force behind the arrow was ferocious, to the extent where not only did the entire arrow pass through his body, it also almost struck a second rider's back. Agudamu who still hadn't had his fill smacked his lips, trying to find a certain young face among the wandering crossbowmen. With a loud and sinister laugh, he said, "Boys, whoever can cut off the head of the wandering crossbowman Captain Li Hanlin, this old one will immediately make him a thousand-man commander!"
The sound of horse hooves, dust flew into the air, and the laughter of the grassland cavalry whistled through the air.
As the number one cavalry commander under Dong Zhuo's command, even though his status wasn't as high as the other two Dong Zhuo infantry commanders, after hanging out with Fatty Dong who used to be the great king of the southern courtyard for a long time, Agudamu, who came from an ordinary background, was promoted to a commander after accumulating battle contributions. He had also seen many great scenes, to the extent where he even had the fortune to meet the emperor in the king's tent. When that seemingly amiable and amiable old woman heard his name, she, who was in a rather good mood, even cracked a joke, saying that this name was good, that he was blessed with good fortune, that Northern Mang would definitely be able to seize a vast territory with his name. Agudamu took this as an honor and was determined to one day ride his horse to the banks of the Guangling River and follow his benefactor, Dong Zhuo, to open up new territory so that his children and grandchildren could freely ride their horses in the rich Jiangnan of the Central Plains. He was bound to make those generations of scholars tremble in fear under the hooves of grassland horses!
Although Agudamu's attitude was domineering and he had entered a great situation where he could pick up the heads of the enemies wherever he went, this rough man was far from being as relaxed as he appeared on the surface. Not only did he order half of the cavalry not to charge with all their might, he also sent out two groups of 1,000 cavalry to spread out on the flanks in case Beiliang still had a backup plan. Although this possibility was not high, after all, under the premise that Beimang's million-man army was pressuring the border for the second time, especially since Hutou City had already lost its strategic importance. Under normal circumstances, Beiliang's defensive line should have shrunk. It had to be known that in the first Great Battle of Liang Mang, not a single soldier from Beiliang had entered the Longyan Plains. Now, they should not have come here to seek their own deaths. However, as one of the main generals of the Dong family army, the battle that made Agudamu famous was when he followed Dong Zhuo in the early years to fight a series of elusive raids. At the time, he had beaten the Liyang army, which had the advantage at the time, to the point that they were unable to make ends meet. This directly led to Liyang annexing the Eight Kingdoms of Spring and Autumn, when their momentum was at its peak, to the failure of the first battle outside the Great Pass where they almost broke through the Beimang court like a hot knife through butter. Dong Zhuo, with the strength of one man and one army, turned the tide. From then on, he was seen as the most handsome eagle by the people of the grassland and had a meteoric rise in the Southern court. Therefore, Agudamu, who had been influenced by what he saw and heard, knew better than any other Norland general the principle that all was fair in war.
When Li Hanlin saw Beimang's 8,000 cavalrymen turn around and retreat without any hesitation, Wei Musheng, who had been leading a group of crossbowmen and patiently watching from the sidelines, knew that it was finally time for him to go all out and kill the enemy. If he didn't fight now, when would he?
When he brushed shoulders with Li Hanlin, who was covered in blood, Wei Musheng didn't say anything. He clasped his hands together and saluted him on horseback. As for the young lieutenant whose helmet was nowhere to be found, he only responded with a smile and didn't say anything. This young military general whose reputation had soared to the point where even the Northern Mang Empress had personally mentioned him had messy hair, congealed blood, and mixed with a lot of yellow sand. The iron armor he wore was even filled with blade scars of varying depths.
This young man, who had always been called the most handsome "White Horse Lieutenant" by his subordinates outside Liangzhou's three White Horse Crossbowmen, had always been called the most handsome "White Horse Lieutenant" in history. He had always been called Sun Ji and Wei Musheng, but even if both of them were put together, they still couldn't compare to him. And this young cavalry general, who had once been notorious in his hometown, suddenly turned around and looked at Wei Musheng's back. He shouted, "Old Wei! If you can't hold on, then run with me. Don't fight to the death! Don't f * cking die! "
Wei Musheng didn't turn around. It was as if he didn't hear, or as if he heard but didn't want to reply. This lieutenant was only leading the troops to bring up the rear. It wasn't only to allow Li Hanlin's troops to leave the battlefield, it was also to buy time for Yuan Nanting's ten thousand White Feather Light Cavalry to rush to the battlefield.
Wei Musheng and the three hundred cavalry under his command were valiant and fearless in stopping the momentum of the Beimang cavalry's charge. The cavalry of Beimang that had truly entered the battlefield was still around three thousand. And Dong Zhuo's private army had always been the strongest in terms of military strength in Beimang's southern border army. Therefore, in this battle, no matter how brave and skilled Wei Musheng's troops were, it was still like trying to put out a burning cart with a cup of water. It was just that when Wei Musheng led his personal crossbowmen into the enemy cavalry formation, not hesitating to use three hundred cavalry to disrupt the formation of three thousand cavalry, even some of the slow-witted Beimang cavalry generals realized that something was wrong. The logical and logical action of bringing up the rear should be to fight as they retreated, using the slow deaths of a few cavalry to buy a chance for the army to survive. It shouldn't be such a crazy and suicidal attitude.
After Agudamu chopped off the head of a crossbowman, he casually slanted his blade and sliced off the entire shoulder of another crossbowman. He couldn't hide his fear as he roared, "Pass down the order. Have the cavalry on the two wings send out scouts to scout the situation. Five li, they have to run at least five li! These f * cking Beiliang barbarians definitely have reinforcements! Central army, slow down. After finishing off these three hundred cavalry, quickly reorganize the formation! "
Just as Agudamu realized that something was amiss and came up with a countermeasure, he realized that he was still too late.
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