Because Beimang rarely had any danger zones to rely on, Beimang's military had always been on the offensive. This caused most of the Beimang army to mistake the Beiliang army for the Beiliang army. The three hundred thousand cavalrymen were nothing but old news. The military strength of the Eight Kingdoms was uneven. How could they be compared to Beimang? Therefore, when the Beiliang army was mentioned, even the most conservative of generals would only think that the two armies of Liang Mang were equal in strength. The problem for Beimang was not whether they could defeat Beiliang, but when they could go down south. The Dong cavalry was publicly recognized as an elite force on the frontline with Tuoba's 180,000 personal troops. The Dong cavalry was especially good at returning spears. In several fierce battles on the eastern front, the Dong cavalry could guarantee that they could retreat for a hundred miles without dispersing. This time, when they came to rescue Maolong military town, it was said that the enemy only had 4,000 cavalrymen. Who wouldn't see this as an easy military achievement?
A cavalryman of the Dong Family heaved a sigh of relief. He adjusted his helmet and lowered his head. He recalled a ballad that had become popular in the army at some point in time. The Dong Family's young men rode on horseback with swords and spears, dying on the backs of their horses. Don't cry your heart out for your wives, and your children will be Dong family's men again.
The two armies had 600 men against 900 men. There were no longer any horses to ride, so they could only fight on foot.
The black-clothed youth was stabbed in the chest. The assassin retreated after the successful attack and didn't even retrieve his sword. He didn't manage to pull out that sword during the fierce battle with Gong Pu afterward. The Deputy Mountain Master of Bingbing Mountain's tendons and veins had long been severed, turning him into a boneless corpse. The youth touched his body and turned into a completely scarlet black tiger. He looked around and pulled out a blade from the abdomen of a dead cavalryman by his feet. The cavalryman was a Dragon Elephant Cavalryman, and the blade was actually the Northern Cold Blade. It could be seen how chaotic this bloody battle was. Xu Longxiang chopped off Gong Pu's head and bent down to pick it up. He grabbed it by the hair and raised it high. The 900 Long Xiang army immediately roared together, "Fight to the death!"
One of the captains saw that many of the cavalrymen were holding Beimang swords and said in a deep voice, "Change your swords!"
There were no horses, only nine hundred Beiliang sabers.
The six hundred Dong Zhuo cavalrymen also changed their sabers at the same time.
Dong Zhuo wasn't a general who liked to personally charge and break through enemy lines, but now that the battle had reached this point, he had no choice but to fight. In his heart, he also wanted to personally chop down several dozen Dragon-Elephant Cavalry. No matter how much the Southern Dynasty despised the fatty's character, they did not dare to deny Dong Zhuo's talent as a commander. General Liu Gui even raised this stubborn young man who talked back from time to time to the height of Gu Jiantang and Chen Zhibao. He believed that Dong Zhuo would continue to rise in the war between Beimang and the Liyang Dynasty, which was destined to be a great war, and become another military pillar of Beimang after Tuoba. With the Green Spring Spear in hand, Dong Zhuo took the lead and charged forward. He stared fixedly at the object in the bag that was gradually becoming an arrow at the end of its flight, Ren Tu's second son, Xu Longxiang.
Everyone knew that Dong Zhuo was greedy for life and afraid of death, but this did not mean that Dong Zhuo's battle strength was mediocre. This time, for his son-in-law, Mount Tibing had paid a heavy price. The Penglai Cauldron Carrying Slaves took out more than half, the guest officials took out a third, and even the Beimang's number one Vajra elder, Gong Pu, was moved out of the mountain. Such a group of death warriors actually couldn't exhaust the black-clothed youth to death. Moreover, there was also a Zhuyan chief assassin helping out. Dong Zhuo had no choice but to accept. If it were any other Finger Xuan Realm expert, they would have to obediently die more than twice. Dong Zhuo already knew that this was hugging his father-in-law's thigh. He made a scene and begged his father-in-law to personally take action.
At this point, it was useless to think too much. Dong Zhuo was also not the kind of person who could not let go of things. His bottom line was that he was willing to sacrifice another thousand cavalry lives to kill that Xu Longxiang.
Corpses strewn all over the field would impede the cavalry's attack speed.
Six hundred Dong Zhuo's infantry and cavalry only delayed the nine hundred Long Xiang Army. They did not continue to fight. When the two thousand cavalry approached, they quickly ran to the sides and left the battlefield, clearing a space for them to charge.
The two thousand cavalry rushed over the nine hundred reefs like a flood.
It was similar to the autumn harvest of rice in the Central Plains.
This kind of rude and unreasonable waiting for an exhausted enemy to arrive at a leisurely pace achieved a huge result.
In one round, they killed nearly two hundred men of the Long Xiang Army, and their side only lost eighty cavalry.
Dong Zhuo's Green Spring Spear easily killed and wounded more than ten extremely tired infantry and cavalry.
Of the eighty casualties, half of them were torn apart by the black-clothed youth.
Passing through the entire infantry formation, Dong Zhuo turned his horse around and looked at the group of reefs that were riddled with holes but still stood firm. Even with Dong Zhuo's cold-bloodedness, he still had an indescribable feeling. In the future, would his sixty thousand men of the Dong family have to face this kind of Beiliang army head on? Even if he became the only official with power in the imperial court, how many of them would be left? The Dong family army was a direct line of troops that he had spent ten years to nurture. If one died, there would be one less, and it would be extremely difficult to fill the gap. He still had the confidence to fight against Gu Jiantang on the eastern front, but against the Beiliang cavalry, Dong Zhuo did not have much confidence.
Dong Zhuo launched the second wave of attacks. Apart from this, he also sent out several hundred cavalry to take on the responsibility of circling around and hunting, not giving the remnants of the Long Xiang Army any chance to catch their breath.
The baby-faced soldier glanced at the familiar lieutenant beside him who had been stabbed by a northern barbarian's spear after killing two cavalry. He did not have a sad expression and clenched the Beiliang blade in his hand.
The little flea was dead, the old sergeant who always liked to talk dirty was dead, and now the lieutenant was also dead.
They were all dead.
No matter what, it should be his turn.
He grinned.
After the second wave of attacks, another three hundred men of the six hundred Long Xiang Army had died.
When Dong Zhuo was prepared to completely eliminate this group of stubborn Beiliang soldiers, it was actually not them who launched the first attack, but the black-clothed youth who began to run towards him.
Was he trying to stall for time with his life?
Dong Zhuo narrowed his eyes and clenched his teeth.
If nothing unexpected happened, Li Gujun should have already rushed over to clean up the battlefield.
Yellow sand suddenly rose from the mouth of the gourd.
Only white horses and white armor could be seen between heaven and earth.
Dong Zhuo fiercely spat out a mouthful of saliva, staring and cursing, "F * ck you, Huang Songpu, Liu Gui, Yang Yuanzan, these old bastards' eighteen generations of ancestors, tricked me into fighting to the death with the Great Snow Dragon Cavalry!"
Dong Zhuo roared without hesitation, "Sergeant, get off your horse and give it to the infantry soldiers. Retreat! "
The general in white armor and silver spear rushed to the battlefield. He glanced at the two thousand Dong Zhuo soldiers and did not pursue.
He walked up to the black-clothed youth with a sword in his chest and said respectfully, "This general, Yuan Zuozong, greets the general."
The youth only tilted his head and asked, "Where is my brother?"
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