Xu Longxiang didn't care about the battle at Black Tiger's side at all. With a seemingly casual sweep of his arm, he cut off the waist of a swordsman from Mount Tibing. Pulling the upper body, he spun in an arc and smashed the chest of a giant man carrying a tripod into pieces. A wooden-faced old swordsman's sword was like pear blossom rain. Every time his sword pierced the barefoot youth's body, he would use the rebound of the sword tip to retreat a few feet. Back and forth, it was dazzling. In an instant, he had struck more than ninety swords. His hands, feet, head, face, cheeks, heart, and abdomen were all missing. A series of crisp and clear sounds of metal and stone hitting each other were extraordinary. The old swordsman tried to find the crazy youth's Achilles' heel when his sword touched his glabella. The young swordsman, who had a fierce reputation after Beimang and Luo Yang, grinned and was about to take advantage of the slightly bent sword to move. The swordsman, who had integrated the Taoist's Gang Stepping Footwork into his body movement, had just taken a step when the youth in front of him punched the side of his left ear. The old swordsman hurriedly used his Qi to counteract seventy to eighty percent of the killing intent, but because of the huge force, his body was lifted off the ground and fell upside down. Xu Longxiang held his feet and stabbed them into the ground like throwing a spear into the ground. The swordsman, who had been famous for a long time, was squeezed until his chest was level with the yellow sand. Xu Longxiang gently kicked the swordsman's legs and saw the ownerless sword. After hesitating for a moment, he bent down to pick it up and gently threw it up. His palms pressed against the hilt and the tip of the sword. The sword was broken into countless pieces by his palms. Holding the pieces of the sword with both hands, he looked up and saw the two remaining swordsmen. His figure suddenly jumped up and scared the two swordsmen out of their wits. They didn't care about the famous sword and ran away. One of them didn't run fast enough and was hit in the cheek by the black-clothed youth. His mouth was full of fragments and his face was unrecognizable.
The other swordsman escaped because of the Penglai giant who sacrificed his life to stop him. However, he was already scared out of his wits. He no longer had any desire to fight. Regardless of whether he would be severely punished by Bingbing Mountain or not, he retreated and disappeared into the cavalry.
Xu Longxiang was addicted to killing. After tearing apart a giant man, he was about to look for his next target when Gong Pu used a shoulder slam to knock him back a few steps. Gong Pu's hair stood on end as he rushed forward in large strides. His two fists tore through the air, wrapping up the wind and sand as he gave the young man a brazen blow. Xu Longxiang's feet left the ground, and he kicked Gong Pu's shoulder. Both of them were pushed back, and after sliding a distance of more than a hundred feet, they both stopped at the same time. The two of them were like two armies of cavalry, and they collided. Gong Pu's fist landed on the young man's forehead, and the young man's fist landed on his chest. With the two of them as the center, a large circle of yellow sand wildly drifted outwards.
Xu Longxiang spat out a mouthful of blood. He smashed his right fist into the palm of his left hand and smiled sinisterly.
Blood oozed out of Gong Pu's nostrils, and he gently wiped it away.
Once the number of troops exceeded ten thousand, and then the whole army fought to the death without a single soldier surrendering, there was no historical record before the Spring and Autumn Period. In the Spring and Autumn Period, there was only the Battle of the Imperial Concubine's Tomb. In that battle, Yuan Zuozong, who was ranked second, was the only one left. He used sixteen thousand light cavalry to hold back the most elite and majestic forty thousand heavy cavalry of West Chu. This allowed the Xu family army, which was not called the Beiliang army at that time, to complete the strategic siege of West Chu, forcing the West Chu army to completely withdraw. Finally, it led to the Battle of the Western Barrier Wall, which was known as the decisive battle of the Spring and Autumn Period. In that battle, on top of the Imperial Concubine's Tomb, there were sixteen soldiers around Yuan Zuozong who were protecting the white bear. All of them were ordinary soldiers, because more than thirty generals had already died. At the beginning of that battle, Yuan Zuozong took the lead. From the cavalry battle to the infantry battle, he killed sixteen enemy generals. With one silver spear, he killed more than one hundred and seventy enemy cavalry. If Chen Zhibao did not disobey the order and led the troops to rescue him, Yuan Zuozong was doomed to die in the Imperial Concubine's Tomb. When the white-robed Chen Zhibao walked to the tomb, Yuan Zuozong stood with his hands on his spear. His whole body was covered in blood, and his face could not be seen.
Generally speaking, when one third of the military strength was lost, the morale of the army would begin to collapse. In the Spring and Autumn Period, there were countless ambitious and ruthless people who took advantage of the chaotic times to rise up. When they had a little bit of momentum, they hurriedly proclaimed themselves as kings and emperors. However, when these mixed up armies met the elite regular army, they often collapsed at the first touch. There was no lack of absurd battles where fifty to sixty thousand rebels were chased by thousands of cavalry for hundreds of miles, let alone fighting to the death. The powerful officials of the Liyang Dynasty all had their own ulterior motives. They said that if Gu Jiantang sat in the position of Xu Xiao, he could also stabilize the Spring and Autumn Period. However, they never thought that Gu Jiantang could bring out such a valiant general like Yuan Zuozong. After the Spring and Autumn Period was stabilized, the morale of the Beiliang army was still high.
The battle at the mouth of the gourd was tragic.
After noon, the two armies began their charge and fought until dusk.
The yellow sand filled the mouth of the gourd and did not stop for a moment.
The four thousand Long Xiang Army and the six thousand Dong Zhuo Army almost changed from a cavalry battle to an infantry battle. If one did not see it with their own eyes, no one would believe it.
The reason why Dong Zhuo was able to take over three military towns in the South Dynasty and dared to argue with a few generals in the South Dynasty was because he had sixty thousand troops under his banner. When the empress was patrolling the border, she personally asked Dong Zhuo if he was willing to exchange sixty thousand troops for a king of the South Courtyard. What she meant was that Dong Zhuo's sixty thousand troops could take out sixty thousand of Beiliang's three hundred thousand cavalry. As for how Dong Zhuo, who was as cunning as a fox, would reply, no one knew.
Although Dong Zhuo's face was as calm as water, the corner of his mouth seemed to be smiling.
The two thousand roaming cavalry behind him did not enter the battle.
The complete system of the Northern Mang's western line's relay post, beacon post, and military town seemed to be perfect, but in the end, it had never been tainted by the blood of war. It was flashy but impractical. Dong Zhuo had always seen it with his eyes and was well aware of it, but he had never once mentioned it in the imperial court. For example, this time, the eight thousand Long Xiang Army penetrated deep into the enemy's territory alone. They actually fought all the way to the military town without a wisp of smoke. After swallowing Gentleman's Restaurant, there was a short period of smoke from the beacon. However, the South Dynasty was blinded again. Wherever the Long Xiang Army's horses pointed, there was no news from the hundreds of beacons in front of Gu Maolong. Even Dong Zhuo himself did not expect that the four thousand Long Xiang Army would not attack Gu Maolong. Instead, they would run all the way to ambush and kill the reinforcements.
If it were not for the eight thousand troops that he had trained, he was afraid that the Long Xiang Army would not even leave a bone behind.
Dong Zhuo was still waiting.
In this sudden battle, although his cavalry had galloped all the way to reinforce Gu Maolong, it could not be said that they were waiting at ease. However, compared to the Long Xiang Army that had experienced two fierce battles, they still had the advantage. Dong Zhuo thought that four thousand against four thousand would fall into a disadvantage. However, he did not expect that the two thousand roaming cavalry would participate in the battle and still not be able to defeat the Long Xiang Army that was like a bowstring pulled to its limit.
Dong Zhuo raised his butt. He could vaguely see the figures of the black-clothed youth and Gong Piao on the battlefield.
The fat man clicked his tongue and said, "They really can fight. It wasn't easy for me to lick my face and ask for eighteen riders from Mount Tibing with father-in-law. In addition, there were more than forty Penglai giants. With Gong Piao overseeing things, they were almost all slaughtered. After this battle, won't my wife not let me climb into bed for a few days? "
A roaming cavalry commander rode his horse to Dong Zhuo's side and asked in a low voice, "General?"
Dong Zhuo shook his head and said, "There's no rush."
The sturdy commander asked cautiously, "If the stalemate continues, I'm afraid Gong Piao will …"
Dong Zhuo said bluntly, "Just wait until he dies."
The commander who had followed Dong Zhuo for many years didn't have any abnormalities. He quietly retreated with an expressionless face.
At this moment, the sky was like a naughty child splashing ink on a piece of white paper. The more ink there was, the darker the night became.
The battle was finally about to end. Dong Zhuo waved his hand and the commander quickly rushed over. The fat man laughed and said, "Pass down the order. Our two thousand riders will go kill that black-clothed youth. Keep an eye on him and don't pay any attention to the rest of the Long Xiang Army. Whoever takes that youth's head will go to the Southern Imperial Court and become a fourth-rank official with real power, or will be promoted three ranks under my Dong Zhuo. It's up to him to choose. "
The commander grinned knowingly and said in a deep voice, "Understood!"
Dong Zhuo raised his Green Spring Spear. He was finally going to personally enter the battlefield.
Six thousand soldiers and horses in exchange for four thousand Long Xiang Army and the head of Ren Tu's second son. Was it worth it?
Dong Zhuo sneered and said, "Looks like I'm going to make a killing this time."
Fifty miles outside the mouth of the gourd, eight hundred riders galloped wildly.
All of them were wearing white horses and white armor.
The leader was a handsome and tall rider holding a silver spear.
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