Chapter 614: The Last Gorgeous Dance

Yuwen Chui led his troops to make the final attack, and naturally they were fierce, but they were facing Gao Yuan's personal guard camp. These more than a thousand people had just defeated the three thousand Donghu cavalry led by Yu Wenming in a frontal battle a few days ago. How could they care about these opponents who were fighting desperately but were actually at the end of their strength.

The Red Guards, with Yang Dasha's first company as the spearhead, were like a red-hot chisel, easily chiseling through the opponent's formation and cutting the Donghu soldiers into pieces. Then, the Black Guards came.

One dispersed, the other harvested. Although it was the first time for the Red Guards and the Black Army to fight, they cooperated very well. It was not so much a war as a massacre, but the massacred were still trying their best to resist.

The sword in Yuwen Chui's hand had been cut in half. The Red Guards had just penetrated his central army. The guards he trained himself only held out for a moment under the opponent's overwhelming attack before being dispersed. Although he cut off the heads of two Red Guards himself, he could not save his central army. When the Red Waves and Tides passed by him, there were only a dozen guards left by his side. The lonely Yuwen flag was still flying in the air, but it looked so miserable and helpless.

"Gao Yuan, do you dare to fight me?" Yuwen Chui threw away the broken sword in his hand, pulled out the curved knife from his waist, and rushed forward with his warhorse. Gao Yuan's flag was less than a kilometer away from him at this moment, and it would only take a few breaths for him to sprint.

Yuwen Chui knew that he was going to die today, but he didn't want to die at the hands of these unknown soldiers. Even if he was going to die, he hoped that the person who cut off his head was a famous big man. He was a nobleman, how could he die at the hands of the lowly?

He rushed towards Gao Yuan, he hoped that Gao Yuan would come to fight, he hoped that Gao Yuan could cut off his head with one knife.

A black whirlwind suddenly appeared in front of him, rows of cavalry in black clothes, overwhelming him, those soldiers holding long iron spears, with expressionless faces, half bent over, their eyes looking forward, but in fact they didn't focus on anyone at all. In their combat creed, anyone who stood in front of them was an enemy.

"Kill!" Yuwen Chui shouted angrily and rushed towards these black soldiers. In his opinion, there were only these annoying black people between him and Gao Yuan.

The last dozen guards surrounded him and rushed towards this black.

The spears were sharp and stabbed forward. Yuwen Chui used his scimitar to block the two spears with his left and right hands. The two spears were ‘swung’ away. The scimitar flashed a bright arc in the air. A long blood line immediately appeared on the ‘chest’ and abdomen of the two black-clad soldiers. With a sound of puff, blood spurted out, and countless internal organs came out with the blood. The two black-clad soldiers turned over and fell on the horses.

Before the scimitar was retracted,

several more spears came forward. Yuwen Chui leaned back, and his entire back was almost on the horse’s buttocks. When several spears stabbed through his face, he had already turned sideways to the side of the warhorse. He could no longer see that he was actually under the horse’s neck, holding the horse’s neck with one hand and waving the knife with the other hand. Two more black-clad guards fell off the horse.

But this was also Yuwen Chui’s last gorgeous performance. The two spears stabbed straight at the bodies of the two killed black-clad guards. At this time, the two bodies had just fallen on the horses, and the two spears stabbed from their backs at almost the same time. It was as if the two guns were meant to pierce through the two black-clad guards.

Yuwen Chui screamed and cut off the tip of one gun with a knife, but the other gun pierced his chest with a whistling sound. At this time, his left hand was still on the horse's neck. Yuwen Chui heard a popping sound, as if a leather bag was punctured, and the gas inside suddenly gushed out.

He screamed, dropped the knife, and held the long gun that was being pulled back with one hand, roaring loudly. He actually stood on the saddle, held the long gun with both hands, and pulled it hard, and lifted the black-clad guard holding the gun handle from the horse.

"You can't kill me!" he roared.

With a series of chi chi sounds, two more spears pierced into Yuwen Chui's chest without any obstruction. The warhorse moved forward, but Yuwen Chui was moving backward. He ran less than ten steps towards Gao Yuan, but at this moment, in just a blink of an eye, he was pierced by the spears and flew back dozens of steps.

The two spearmen twisted their wrists and pulled out the spears from Yuwen Chui's chest. Yuwen Chui, who lost his support, fell from the air, and the light in his eyes slowly disappeared, but he was still staring at the Gao Yuan flag fluttering in the wind not far away.

He fell into the horse formation, and countless horse hooves trampled on him, but when the black guards rushed through this area, he and all the soldiers who fell to the ground turned into fertilizer to nourish this land. His subordinates and his enemies, at this moment, were indistinguishable from each other.

He wanted to die at Gao Yuan's hands, but in the end, he was killed by a few unknown soldiers, truly unknown people. In the Eastern Expedition Army, these people were gathered together just because they were not outstanding. They were forced to practice this kind of horse formation that did not require any outstanding martial arts or excellent riding skills. They only needed to obey orders and not be afraid of life and death.

The cavalry was defeated quickly, and the infantry had no fighting spirit at all. When Xu Yuan and Yan Peng slowly advanced towards the infantry position from two directions, the Donghu infantry did not bravely meet them like their cavalry, but after a burst of chaos, some of them turned around and ran towards the Liao River, some of them were still holding weapons, but they were at a loss, and the last group of people actually squatted on the ground with their heads in their hands.

Those who wanted to escape naturally had no good end. Gongsun Yi drove the cavalry to chase them, and killed them one by one.

The final decisive battle took less than an hour. Yuwen Chui and his two thousand cavalry were all killed in the battle, while the remaining five or six thousand infantry had very few casualties and almost all became prisoners.

"After this battle, the Hetao Plain will be settled." Sun Xiao was very happy. This battle was really thrilling. If Gao Yuan had not arrived with his troops at the critical moment, Dayan Lake would have been finished. If Dayan Lake was occupied by the enemy, then Xianzhi City and Tongwan City would have become isolated cities and would not be able to defend for long. From the brink of failure to the final victory, the difference was only a few hours.

"No, I can only say that the west of the Liaohe River has been basically stabilized!" Gao Yuan shook his head, "Thorpe will not give up the Hetao Plain. Next, we will encounter more difficult opponents. Sun Xiao, let all your cavalry, plus the cavalry in Shangguan Hong and Helan Yan's hands, cross the river and sweep all the Donghu people within 200 miles, destroy their tents, kill their cattle and sheep, chop down their warriors, and drive their women, children, the elderly and the weak to the east."

"Yes, Governor!"

"Before Thorpe, there will be no Donghu people within 200 miles on the other side." Gao Yuan said coldly. "Even if Thorpe wants to fight me again, he won't be able to gain a foothold on the other side for more than half a year."

The sound of horse hooves could be heard in the distance. Xu Yuan and Yan Peng were running towards here with their generals.

"Did you catch the Qi general who commanded the Donghu infantry?" Gao Yuan asked, looking at the two of them.

"No!" Xu Yuan shook his head. "I searched the army but couldn't find this person. I finally caught a Qi man, but his guards. After interrogating him, I found out that this Qi general, Tian Zongmin, was a relative of Tian Dan, the prime minister of Qi. However, before they launched the attack, Tian Zongmin committed suicide in his tent. Before he died, he ordered the guard to set fire to his tent. Tian Zongmin originally asked him to commit suicide after the incident, but this guy was afraid of death and 'mixed' with the Donghu soldiers as a prisoner."

"Committed suicide?" Gao Yuan asked in surprise.

"Yes, we interrogated this guard, and he said that Tian Zongmin knew that he must not fall into our hands, not even his body."

"He is a real man!" Gao Yuan was silent for a moment.

"Such a person should be killed seven or eight times." Chen Bin on the side gritted his teeth and said.

"There is no justice in a national war, and no heroes in a civil war!" Gao Yuan shook his head slowly, "In our war with the Donghu, there is no question of who is the righteous side. We are fighting for a place to survive and a place to establish a base. It's just a life-and-death struggle. We can kill them, but we don't have to spit on our opponents. Xu Yuan, bury the body of Tian Zongmin with honor. As for the guard, kill him too. I will fulfill the last wish of Tian Zongmin."

"Yes!" Xu Yuan turned around and made a gesture, and a guard behind him immediately flew away.

"Commander, what should we do with these captives? There are not many Donghu people among them. Most of them are barbarians under the control of Donghu. Some are actually from the Central Plains. However, they have lived in Donghu for too long and no longer have the flavor of the Central Plains." Yan Peng glanced at the battlefield in the distance, where thousands of captives were trembling and waiting for their fate to be decided.

"Send them all to Dayan Lake. Dayan City, which is being built there, lacks a large number of manpower. With these people, I think Guo Quan will be overjoyed. When Dayan City is built, if they are not dead yet, let them live." Gao Yuan waved his hand.

Dayan City is the hub city in Gao Yuan's plan to control the Hetao Plain. It is no worse than any county city in the inland. The construction of the inner city alone, with tens of thousands of civilians now, I am afraid it will take more than a year to repair it. The outer city stretches for more than ten miles, covering the entire Dayan Lake. It is impossible to repair it in three to five years. Wherever these captives are taken, Guo Quan will naturally torture them to death. It is hard to say whether they can survive these three to five years.

However, the crowd did not sympathize with these people. Letting these people build the city can free up some civilians to do other work, which greatly relieves the manpower. What's more, these captives do not want wages, and they are not picky about food. They just need to be fed every day.

Although it sounds a bit cruel, it is not a way out for these captives. Three to five years of hard labor, and there is still hope, which is much better than being beheaded now. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets at (.). Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please go to m.. to read.). ..