Yellow sand gradually stopped and rose again on the battlefield at the eastern end of the gourd. When a bugle horn sounded, the two armies tacitly stopped their slaughter, waiting for the final battle.
A baby-faced young Dragon-Elephant Cavalry soldier cried out with a wa sound. He raised his head and said to a familiar officer beside him, choking with sobs, "The little flea is dead."
The officer whose armor was in tatters grinned with difficulty, not knowing if he should cry or laugh. He didn't know how to console this soldier under his command. This child's ancestors were all Beiliang border herders, his equestrian skills exquisite since he was young. When he entered the army, other newbies still had to throw their warhorses ten or eight times a day, yet he could even play with the horse's belly. At the time, the officer was there to personally witness it, cheering loudly. Without another word, he brought him into the Long Xiang Army, choosing left and right, as if he was choosing a wife. With great difficulty, he finally picked a warhorse that had just been brought into the army from Xianli Pasture. It was half-cooked and unremarkable, but only this child took a fancy to it. Later on, it was proven that this horse really was a good horse, its leg strength extremely good, its explosive power also sufficient. Its most valuable point was that when it charged, it was willing to charge side by side with the cavalry. It was because this horse's temperament was jumpy, and when it was familiar with the battlefield, it liked to jump around the child's side, thus gaining the nickname of little flea. That child hated that he couldn't even sleep in the stable. If by chance his beloved warhorse contracted a minor illness, getting half its face stabbed by a wooden spear during the drill, it would only be foolishly happy. The child would only be able to cry from heartache, truly even more so than the wife he would marry in the future. In this battle, this child was impatient. Just the number of enemies he saw kill numbered two, and they were also the last batch of Dragon-Elephant Cavalry soldiers who dismounted from horseback. It was unknown how many enemy warhorses had their stomachs cut open by this child's blade, their legs chopped off. The officer knew that this type of cleverness and vigor was a rare talent, many veteran soldiers might not even have this type of ability.
The officer shot a glance at the child's chin. Even his beard was still young and inexperienced. The officer originally wanted to make an exception and become a matchmaker for this child in a year or two, handing over his niece to him. This could also be considered keeping the goodies within the family. A little child who wasn't even nineteen years old, who hadn't even tasted a woman before, dying here today, it truly was a pity.
Patting the child's shoulder, he said softly, "When we reach the battlefield, compete with your brothers to see who can kill more. If we die early, we might still be able to catch up to them on the road to hell. If we die later, we kill a few more barbarians. "
The baby-faced soldier wiped his tears and nodded with a smile.
The officer glanced at at the youth in black-clothed. A group of top-notch Jianghu experts appeared out of nowhere and fought endlessly with their lives on the line. Five or six swordsmen who could actually produce sword aura and forty or so impenetrable giant men were all cleaned up by the young general like slaughtering chickens and dogs. The enemy's viciousness didn't stop here. First, there was an unkillable old man in green who fought with the young general for half a day. Behind him, there was a young swordsman who was sneakily hiding among the cavalry, pretending to be a grandson for a long time. Unexpectedly, a sword actually pierced through the right side of the young general's chest. After this treacherous sword strike, he disappeared without a trace, completely withdrawing from the battlefield.
The officer was a veteran. If he said he was completely unafraid of death, he would be deceiving himself and others. With his official position and experience, he had long passed the hot-blooded age of youth. Moreover, he still had a family to feed. It wasn't as if the officer's head was kicked by a donkey for him to calmly face death for no reason! However, to be able to enter Beiliang's Long Xiang Army, which was ranked among the best in terms of military strength, the officers of the same rank as the officers of the Beiliang were more valiant and good at fighting compared to many of the other Beiliang generals. They didn't have many cunning guts, and the soldiers they brought out were also relatively simple-minded. To the entire Long Xiang Army, as long as their superiors dared to charge and die, they would dare to fight. Training an army for a thousand days to use it for an hour. If they were afraid of death, they wouldn't enter the Long Xiang Army. The officer also started as a small soldier. Who hadn't heard of those soul-stirring battles from the old soldiers? Chu Lushan's one thousand light cavalry opened the Shu Road. Concubine Tomb's sixteen thousand cavalry fought to the death to the last man. Chen Zhibao's battle at the Western Wall Rampart brought peace to the world. There were too many battles between Xiang and Fan. The officer knew that after the battle at the Calabash Gate, his acquaintances and friends would definitely talk about it. When his name was mentioned, they would all give him a thumbs up. These words would be passed along with the compensation money back to his hometown. It could be considered that he didn't let down those memorial tablets in the ancestral hall that he had knelt to when he was a child. In the future, when his children grew up, they would also be able to straighten their backs and be upright people.
The red-armored Dong Zhuo Army only had less than six hundred soldiers left. What kept them from retreating was the two thousand mounted soldiers personally led by the general behind them, as well as the Dong Clan's military law that would immediately execute anyone who retreated without permission. When they turned their heads to look, they saw a bright red torrent rushing toward them. A large banner was particularly eye-catching. These Dong Clan cavalry, who were so exhausted that they could sleep for three days as soon as they sat down, felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted off their shoulders. But then they felt a little desolate. The invincible Dong Clan elite cavalry, six thousand against four thousand, unexpectedly lost. Around their feet were the corpses of their former comrades, piled up on top of the corpses of the Beiliang people. Many times they fought on foot, stepping into the sticky blood. Every time they raised their feet, it was more strenuous than stepping on the gravel. Many armored soldiers were careless and fell down, and were hacked to death by their opponents. The battle was so fierce that it was hard to tell whether they died under the Beiliang's saber or their own Mang Saber.
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