Chapter 1137: A Battle That Will Be Written in the History Books More and more Wolf Cavalry gradually regained their courage because they discovered that the attacking Han people had no backup! Only the team of seven or eight thousand people showed up. After attacking the baggage camp, it was difficult to even evacuate. How could the Wolf Cavalry give up such a good opportunity at this time? General Wang Ting, who commanded the Chinese army, was also furious. Such a small number of troops dared to launch such a fearless attack on his team, and actually frightened him. If he didn't kill all these Han soldiers, it would be difficult for him to calm down the anger in his heart. Facing the wolf cavalry that had surrounded them, the Black Flag Army soldiers guarding the enemy's supply camp knew that it was time to fight to the death. Chu Feiyun now finally understood why Song Zihui said to let them hold on for at least half an hour. In less than half an hour, it was impossible for all the enemy's troops to mobilize. And if you want to destroy the enemy in one battle, you can't let the enemy's extremely fast cavalry disperse. Song Zihui did not lie to them. Song Zihui made it very clear from the beginning, asking them to hold on for at least half an hour. And in order to ensure that the enemy will be attracted, he will not be given too many troops, only six folding camps. The only good thing now is that with the help of the carriages in the baggage camp, the soldiers can avoid being shot by the enemy's arrows as much as possible. "Brothers!" Chu Feiyun shouted with the greatest strength, trying his best to let more people hear his voice: "Today's battle! These are the end of the Mongolian and Yuan Tatars who have harmed our homeland for these years! And if you want to succeed, The key is on us! General Song said, let us hold on for at least half an hour! Then we can't let General Song and the enemy look down on us! Even if we die, we must die like a man who stands upright!" He split an incoming feather arrow, picked up a spear with his backhand and threw it, knocking the front wolf cavalryman off his horse. "If one day, our descendants ask who gave them a quiet and happy life, those who are still alive can pat their chests and say loudly, it's me! They should also tell others on behalf of the brothers who died in the war. , Without the dead, you wouldn¡¯t have a good life!¡± He turned around and flashed a scimitar that was split from the horse¡¯s back. The knife stabbed back into the horse¡¯s belly, revealing the sticky internal organs and smelly blood. Suddenly a big ball spurted out from the horse's belly, and the war horse fell to the ground with a cry. The wolf cavalryman on horseback was thrown far away, and his head was chopped off by another Black Flag Army soldier before he could stand up. "We are soldiers!" Chu Feiyun cut off the front hooves of a war horse with one knife. Before the horse fell, the wolf cavalry on the horse jumped down. Before he could land, Chu Feiyun stabbed him in the abdomen with a knife, directly He pushed his body backwards and threw him out. Chu Feiyun couldn't hit him, so he stepped on the wolf cavalry's head. With a pop, the head and leather helmet deflated at the same time, and blood flowed out from the eye sockets where the eyeballs were squeezed out. "Over the years, how many people have scolded us soldiers behind our backs, and they can say all kinds of unpleasant things. But on the battlefield, we still rely on us to protect them!" Chu Feiyun roared: "Whether it is a natural disaster or a man-made disaster, as long as we are The soldier standing in front of them should be a big mountain!" He removed half of a wolf cavalry's shoulder with one knife, and then kicked the enemy's mutilated corpse away: "Today, we are this mountain!" On the hillside, Song Zihui saw that the large group of Wolf Cavalry troops had surrounded Chu Feiyun's team from all directions. He turned around and shouted: "Sound the cannon! The whole army attacks!" He held the long knife at his waist. Pull it out and be the first to rush forward: "Tell the people in the firearms camp to shoot all the cannonballs for me before my men and horses rush down the hillside!" A literati shouted this and give me the cannonballs. When lit, it¡¯s so fierce! Perhaps the Meng Yuan people who were defeated this time did not expect that what happened to their ancestors would happen again to them. When the Sui Dynasty was founded more than 200 years ago, the Great Khan of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty and Yang Jian, the Taizu Emperor of the Sui Dynasty, also had a great war on this land that affected later generations. Precisely because of this war, the Meng Yuan Dynasty did not invade the Central Plains for more than two hundred years. In that battle, the elite Han infantry actually severely damaged the Mongolian wolf cavalry without having a superior force, and the number of casualties in the battle was far less than that of the Mongolian people. From this battle on, the Mongolian and Yuan people began to pay attention to the Han array operations. It was from this battle that the Yang family royal family decided to maintain the land in the northwest and use it as a battlefield. Today, something like this happened again. The Black Flag Army, which has significantly fewer troops than the Mongolians, looks like thisThe Black Flag Army, who looked like soulless refugees, just smashed the Wolf Cavalry into pieces. After the firearms battalion fired all the artillery shells, Song Zihui, a former scholar, rushed to the front and entered the chaotic wolf cavalry team. "General!" His bodyguard grabbed him: "Leave it to us to charge into battle! You don't know martial arts, what if something goes wrong!" "Get out of the way!" Song Zi regretted it. Pushing the guards away: "Chu Feiyun led his brothers to bleed and fight desperately. Although I don't understand martial arts and have little strength, I still have a lot of passion! If I die in battle with my brothers today, I can drink with them even under Jiuquan. Yan Huan. If I stay behind today, I will have no shame in filling the new graves of my dead brothers!" At this moment, a wolf cavalryman who came from an unknown direction slashed at Song Zihui's back. On his back, if Song Zihui's armor hadn't been quite heavy, his spine would have been picked out with this knife. Even so, the force from the scimitar still caused him to fall forward. Song Zihui struggled to stand up, roared and rushed over, holding the wolf cavalry's waist with both arms and knocking him down. Not to mention that he doesn't know how to kill people, he has almost never even been in a fight. Although he had led many troops when he was in Ping'an County, he had never charged into battle like he did today. He just hugged the wolf cavalry fiercely and fell down, but he didn't know what to do next. Fortunately, the wolf cavalry dropped the scimitar in his hand when he fell to the ground, otherwise he would have been in trouble. The guards were frightened when they saw him, rushed over and pulled Song Zihui up, and then cut the wolf cavalry man into pieces with swords. Song Zihui stumbled to find his Hengdao, picked it up and rushed forward. His bodyguards went to protect him, but he refused to retreat. The guards had no choice but to protect him in the middle and rush forward. This may be a rare scene since ancient times. In every battle, those who rush into the enemy's formation at the front are the most courageous generals in the army. But today, the one who rushed to the front was a helpless scholar. Because of this, the soldiers of the Black Flag Army went crazy and rushed forward with roars. This Black Flag Army team, which had been running around for several months without rest since leaving Yishui, and had even run out of water and food, unleashed all the potential in their bodies at this moment. "Hurry up and save Chu Feiyun!" Song Zihui vomited blood in his mouth, and in the end it was difficult for him to move unless his personal guards supported him. He rushed forward among the crowd, and even though he was protected by personal guards, he still received two more blows on his body. The heaviest thing was that of a wolf-riding general just now. The mace in his hand hit him on the chest, which almost broke his goggles. At this time, Song Zihui looked frighteningly pale. "Kill!" Who said scholars have no spirit? The soldiers were infected and rushed forward without fear of death. The Wolf Cavalry, which was already in a scattered formation, was shattered to pieces by the impact, and the loss of contact between the front and rear teams made the Wolf Cavalry in the middle of the attack panic. In order to stabilize the team, General Wang Ting, who led the Chinese army, personally led his troops to attack the general who planned to kill the Han people. However, when he rushed forward, he was shocked by what he saw. The frail Han man, who might fall down at any time, was helped forward to attack. Even though his legs didn't have the strength to stand up straight, he still kept walking and walking. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? refused to stop. "Kill him! Must kill him!" General Wang Ting seemed to have seen a devil, his face changed color with fear. There was a voice in his heart telling himself that this Han general must be killed. So he rushed forward with his own soldiers, but the crowd was so dense that the speed advantage of the war horses could not be used at all. When he was about to squeeze in front of the Han general, a sound like a heavy rain falling on lotus leaves came over, and General Wang Ting fell off his horse with dozens of blood mist exploding from his body. About seven to eight hundred soldiers from the firearms battalion were infected by the blood of their comrades, and rushed forward holding firecrackers. After a burst of concentrated shooting, General Wang Ting died inexplicably. Song Zihui's men and horses were not many, and the military order given to him by Fang Jie was not to find a decisive battle with the Meng Yuan people. Fang Jie told him that the battle in the northwest is fought by yourself, and the only thing is that you are not allowed to lose. If Fang Jie was here, he would never have thought that Song Zihui would fight in such a way. All the blood has boiled, and all the murderous intent is spreading. ¡°Perhaps only Song Zihui himself knew how strong the flame was that he was holding in his heart. He remembered the burning, killing and looting by the Meng Yuan people in Ping¡¯an County. The ghosts of those who were wronged by the scimitar all live in his mind. He has been waiting for today's battle from the moment he led the army, just for this home called the Central Plains. Just for those fellow citizens who died. "Cut down the flag!" The shaky Song Zihui shouted hoarsely, and the horizontal knife in his hand trembled and pointed at General Wang Ting's flag. His soldiers rushed forward with roars, chopping melons and vegetables, knocking over the wolf cavalry in front of them. Those wolf cavalry have been frightened by these red-eyed Han people. Where is the pride of wolf cavalry that has lasted for more than a thousand years? The big flag embroidered with a wolf's head was chopped down, and cheers erupted. For the Wolf Cavalry, this cheer was like the final blow that broke their hearts. Failed. Failed completely. This wolf cavalry became confused after entering the northwest, and finally lost their fighting spirit. In other people's homes, they can't find the courage they once had. Clearly superior in numbers and all composed of cavalry, the Wolf Cavalry was defeated in a humiliating manner. This battle will also leave a strong mark in the history books, just like the battle in the northwest by Emperor Taizu Yang Jian of the Sui Dynasty. It was even more important than that battle. During that battle, Yang Jian was expanding his territory, and this battle was for revenge. I don¡¯t know who was the first to throw away the scimitar in his hand and lie on the ground, trembling and begging for mercy. This is a plague, spreading like wildfire among the Mongolian and Yuan armies.