Chapter 669: Snowstorm and Cold Blade (21)

After thinking clearly about the joints, Murong Kun was horrified. Now his only idea was to get rid of the current chaotic situation, withdraw to meet Yan Qi first, and then retreat with the whole army, using the mobility advantage of the cavalry to take advantage of the Eastern Expedition Army's advance in the East. The strength of An'an's troops is not enough to stop the entire army from retreating. If they withdraw, they must at least retreat to Jingyuan to preserve their strength in the hope of fighting again.

The opponent's crossbows seemed to be endless, and directly opposite, the thick phalanx was approaching step by step, and because his vanguard had lost speed, in order to avoid getting entangled with the enemy's infantry, he was retreating in order to open up a distance and launch a charge, but Behind them is the Chinese army that has been torn apart by the enemy's arrow array. If they retreat further, they will step into the mud.

"Blow the trumpet, and the vanguard launches an attack." Murong Kun's face was as dark as water.

"The Chinese army gave up its attack on the arrow formations on both sides and gathered towards me. The rear army detoured to both sides and attacked the rear of the enemy's arrow formation."

A series of orders were issued, and with the shrill sound of the trumpet, the retreating forward hesitated for a moment, then launched a death impact on the enemy's shield formation more than ten meters away. There was no speed, and the impact was tightly defended at this distance. In the infantry formation, the casualties can be imagined.

The war horse hit the thick shield, making a loud noise, and spears thrust out from the gaps in the shield, and when they stretched and contracted, they brought out a shower of blood. The infantry in the first row suffered a huge impact. Many people suffered broken bones and tendons under the first impact, and died with blood spurting out from their mouths. However, their bodies did not fall down. In front of them were the enemy's The cavalry, followed by the infantry stacked up in layers, with the remains of the war dead wrapped between them, were still advancing forward involuntarily.

Under Chen Bin's suggestion, the spears in the hands of the infantry of the Eastern March were lengthened by nearly one meter, and the production was simpler. The planed wooden poles went through two or three processes to become After it's flexible, add an iron tip and it's done. The gun barrel was specially made to be more flexible. It was originally used to deal with running cavalry. After the spear was thrust out, the gun barrel would bend in an arc, which could greatly reduce the impact of the horse and reduce the casualties of the soldiers. But now, the enemy simply There was no impact speed, but under the continuous stabbing of the nearly three-meter-long spear, one by one fell off the horse, and the cavalry and foot were crowded together. However, the infantry was advancing and the cavalry was forced to retreat. Such battles were extremely rare.

But Murong Kun's response at this time was undoubtedly correct. The forward cavalry's desperate attack bought him time to concentrate on the chaotic middle army. The arrows flying from both wings had become sparse, bypassing the rear troops on both sides. Although it has not been able to launch an attack. But the obvious deterrent effect has been demonstrated, and the enemy archers on both wings began to retreat.

Murong Kun let out a long breath, the trumpet of the central army sounded again, and the attacking forward cavalry immediately ran out to the two wings. At this time, the two wings no longer had the deadly rain of arrows, and they quickly made room for the Chinese army to attack.

The forward cavalry detoured back from both sides and gathered behind the central army. At this time, in the opponent's infantry phalanx,

Bugles also sounded. The advancing phalanx suddenly stopped, and the archers who had withdrawn from both wings joined the phalanx with their spears straightened.

The distance between the two armies was several hundred meters. This distance was originally the best for the cavalry to sprint in a short distance. If Murong Kun launched an attack at this time, even if the main infantry formation of the Eastern Expeditionary Army would not collapse, the casualties would be doubled. What's more, at this time, the infantry had already walked out of the undulating hills and mountains, and were surrounded by wilderness, which was more conducive to the Donghu cavalry's running skills.

The Zhengdong Army shrunk its lineup. It was obvious that they were waiting for Murong Kun to launch a regrouping attack.

Murong Kun looked at the layers of corpses of men and horses between the two armies, and looked at the snow stained red with blood. The anger in his eyes was endless. His 10,000 cavalry were unexpectedly ambushed by thousands of infantry. Moreover, at this time, his casualties were extremely heavy. Including the wounded, he was probably damaged by more than 30%. He really had the urge to launch an attack at all costs and kill all the soldiers of the Eastern March. This just flashed through his mind. The idea was rejected by him immediately. Winning this battle was meaningless because he didn't know when He Lanyan would come.

"Withdraw!" He gritted his teeth and gave the order to retreat.

The rear team of the Donghu cavalry changed to the front team, turned around and evacuated. Watching the Donghu cavalry leave, the soldiers of the Eastern Expedition Army suddenly let out bursts of cheers, but the sound of drums that followed quickly suppressed these cheers. The first row The soldiers began to advance forward, and those behind followed suit. The phalanx actually followed the enemy's cavalry forward. Although it was a little loose, but with the distance from the Donghu soldiers at this time, as long as there was any sign of the enemy's counterattack, the trumpet sounded. , within a few breaths, the general formation can be reassembled.

It was only then that the bodies of the war dead fell from the military formation. Behind the military formation, there was a special collection team to collect the bodies of the war dead. At the moment, this was all they could do. To formally restrain them, we have to wait until the war is completely over.

The war horses galloped in the wind and snow, and Murong Kun was burning with anxiety. Although the falling snow blocked his sight, it not only sent back the sentries, but also let him know that the infantry of the Eastern Expedition Army had not given up. Instead, they followed them closely and relentlessly. Even if the distance was getting wider, they had no intention of stopping and turning around to retreat.

This strengthened Murong Kun's idea that He Lanyan's cavalry must be nearby.

The morale of one side is high, but the morale of their own side has dropped to the lowest point. They originally went out to rescue the friendly forces, but now that the friendly forces have not been rescued, they are about to fall into despair.

We must seize every moment to cross the river. As long as we cross the Liao River, we will be safe. The messenger sent out will also bring the news of the attack to Yan Qi, and he will also send reinforcements.

After running for more than forty miles in one breath, Murong Kun was already less than ten miles away from the Liaohe River. Murong Kun couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, but just when he exhaled this breath, his whole body froze completely.

A dazzling red color appeared in his eyes.

A red cloak suddenly emerged from the white falling snowflakes, and the thundering cry of killing also sounded at this moment. A cavalry of no more than a thousand people emerged from the wind and snow, and with just one attack, they Cut his long team into two sections.

"Red Guard!" Murong Kun exclaimed.

The reputation of the Red Guards spread throughout Donghu with the return of Yu Wenke. Legend has it that they were a cavalry that even the Palace Guards could not match. Under Dayan City, it was this thousand-man Red Guards who forcibly Shengdi defeated three thousand cavalry led by Yuwen Ke's son Yu Wenming and pursued them for hundreds of miles.

I really can't believe how Gao Yuan trained such a cavalry. Fortunately, they have too few people, but Donghu, who mainly rely on cavalry, can still win with quantity, but definitely not now.

The long dragon-like team seemed very thin. The red guard charged and killed one of them, then made a small arc and pierced the Donghu cavalry team again.

Murong Kun's heart completely cooled down. No matter how fierce the red guards were, there were only less than a thousand people. But once the red guards arrived, could He Lanyan be far behind?

As if in response to his thoughts, in the wind and snow, there was once again the sound of intensive horse hooves and the shouts of the Eastern Expeditionary Army's victory. This time, what appeared in his eyes was black.

Black Guard.

The guard in black used the autumn wind to sweep away the fallen leaves, smashing all the obstacles in front of him. The impact of the two powerful cavalry forces disrupted the Donghu cavalry who were eager to retreat. Two more cavalrymen arrived, Gongsun Yi and Luo Lei.

"Luo Lei, do you want us to compete again?" Gongsun Yi, who was galloping on a flying horse, took out the scimitar from his waist and looked at Luo Lei, who was also eager to try.

"Why don't you dare? Whoever loses this time will have to climb around Pioneer City when he goes back!" Luo Lei laughed loudly.

"It's a deal, you're done."

"I am giving this to you. Kill!" Luo Lei clamped his horse's belly and took the lead to kill.

"It's really shameless. We have to set off together anyway!" Gongsun Yi said disdainfully: "Even if I let you give in, how can you be my opponent? Brothers, follow me!"

He Lanyan's more than 4,000 cavalrymen encountered a disaster when Murong Kun was about to reach Liaohe. The entry of four thousand fresh troops brought the number of cavalry from both sides to more than ten thousand. The two sides strangled each other within a radius of ten miles. However, one pair was demoralized and only wanted to escape, while the other side was He has a high fighting spirit and is focused on killing the enemy and winning.

Murong Kun had completely lost all hope at this time. Under the protection of dozens of soldiers, he finally rushed out of the battlefield and ran towards the Liaohe River.

Then, he saw He Lanyan.

He Lanyan, who was standing there quietly, seemed to have been waiting for him. Around He Lanyan, a dozen red-clothed cavalrymen were holding huge swords and looking at them with evil intentions.

"Murong Kun, are you dismounting and surrendering, or are you waiting for me to pick off your head?" He Lanyan chuckled, "Your subordinates can't escape, how can you escape alone?"

He Lanyan was answered by Murong Kun's roar and charging figure.

"Murong Kun is mine, and you can kill the rest as you please." He Lanyan gave a sweet cry and stood up to meet him.

Guo Laowen next to him chuckled, holding the Mo Dao in one hand, and stepped forward on his horse. When he passed by Murong Kun, his free hand suddenly raised, and with a whoosh, he fired the crossbow.

Amidst He Lanyan's angry scolding and Murong Kun's pitiful screams, Guo Laowen threw away his crossbow, raised his Mo Dao, and rushed forward.

He Lanyan looked at Murong Kun, who was lying on his back in front of his horse, and then at Guo Laowen, who had already entered the Donghu soldiers, and she was so angry that she gritted her silver teeth.

Guo Laowen, the wilted and bad guy, really deserves his reputation. Poor Murong Kun was also distracted by He Lanyan's shout. He never expected that He Lanyan, who was calling for a duel, gave him such a vicious blow. He really refused to rest in peace. .

Guo Laowen was sent by Gao Yuan to He Lanyan's side. The most important thing was to protect He Lanyan's safety. How could he allow He Lanyan to fight against the enemy general? If He Lanyan lost a hair, he would probably lose several kilograms of meat when he looked back. , such a loss-making business should never be done. (To be continued...) ()