Chapter 867 Vow!

When Yao Zizhan, the Literary Sage of the Qian Kingdom, was young, he wrote many frontier poems, praising the bitter cold of border garrison duty, extolling the heroic bravery of generals in battle, and depicting grand and magnificent war scenes.

But since he took office as the Supreme Commander of the Three Frontiers, although he often wrote poetry and lyrics, he no longer touched on the subject of border military affairs.

The more difficult something is to face in reality, the more exaggerated it becomes in artistic interpretation, as if deliberately piling on layers of thick powder to forcibly cover up its original appearance, to achieve spiritual self-deception.

War is like that.

The sound of weapons striking armor, the sparks flying from the armor, are just the simplest appetizers.

The splashing of blood can easily evoke beautiful images, but in reality, when you see pools and piles of thick red in front of you, what you see is a chilling "blackness" that fills your vision.

What follows is the cacophony of screams and wails, along with intestines, brains, and so on, which are usually the most scarce and hard to see, but at this moment, they are all unsold.

Melee combat with cold weapons is often more tragic, easily creating a living hell.

The difference is, in this hell, are you a human… or a ghost?

Clearly,

Under the Yan army's fierce and straightforward offensive, the Northern Qiang cavalry finally couldn't hold on.

Humans and ghosts have been clearly defined at this moment.

They instinctively wanted to withdraw from this battlefield, to stay as far away as possible from these fearless Yan people.

But the terrible thing is that the Yan army is still relentless. It's not like you want to retreat, so I'll take the opportunity to defeat you and pull back my troops, and that's it.

I want to cripple you, crush you, and bite you to death!

The morale of the two sides is rapidly waxing and waning, especially when the Northern Qiang cavalry saw the Yan people, despite being stabbed several times and their bones exposed, still using their teeth to bite the necks of their tribesmen and not letting go,

They collapsed.

The Northern Qiang people fought among their tribes, and occasionally had friction with the Qian people. The most glorious period was when they established a small country in the northwest of the Qian Kingdom for a short time, but they were quickly suppressed by the Qian army.

The Qian army's combat style was often at a disadvantage in front of the Northern Qiang people. The feeling of wrestling with a behemoth nation, relying on the advantage of cavalry, gradually gave the Northern Qiang people a sense of self-importance… that the lands of the Xia were nothing more than this.

But it just so happened that for a hundred years, the Qian people's combat power had often been the target of ridicule by the great Xia nations.

Facing a ceiling of similar cavalry with higher combat quality than themselves, horsemanship and archery skills no worse than their own, armor more refined than their own, and richer combat experience, and on the premise that the other side was motivated with a spirit of seeing death as home…

Being slapped over,

Is it hard to understand?

Ming Ya Du Si almost dazedly watched the battle ahead. He saw the warriors under his command fleeing backward with鬼哭狼嚎, and saw his own army formation, like sand piled up and then kicked over, beginning to collapse.

Originally, the Northern Qiang cavalry was divided into two army formations, which had previously dispersed to deliberately leave the Yan army a "way out," but now, it had become the most ridiculous act of actively dismantling themselves to seek the opponent's foolish move of "dividing and conquering."

However, Ming Ya Du Si didn't think he was stupid, nor did he think there was anything wrong with his previous order.

The reason is simple.

Facing such an opponent,

Even if you gather your troops together, can you stop them?

Under such circumstances, even if you doubled the number of soldiers under your command, could you change the fate of being crushed?

As for now,

He even had to be thankful that he had withdrawn half of his warriors from the battlefield early, so as not to be overturned in one fell swoop.

Rescue?

How to rescue?

Throw in the remaining troops?

Not to mention whether his remaining ten thousand troops could satisfy the Yan people's appetite, just the visible damage in front of him was enough to make Ming Ya Du Si's heart ache and unable to breathe, and at the same time, it had fundamentally affected his status among the various Northern Qiang tribes after he returned.

The tribal customs of the Northern Qiang people are actually very similar to those of the barbarians. The one with the biggest fist is king, and the combat power of the warriors under his command is the basis for the headman's words.

Most importantly,

He, Ming Ya Du Si, was just here to help the Qian people beat the drums, pick up some scraps, and by the way, get promoted and become an official from the Qian people, so as to better invest in the struggle for hegemony in the Northern Qiang region.

Not really, I am a loyal and good subject of the Great Qian!

"Withdraw the troops, withdraw the troops!"

The original sense of self-satisfaction and the original self-confidence were completely crushed at this moment.

Ming Ya Du Si issued an order to withdraw the troops. He didn't want to fight anymore, and didn't want to fight anymore. If you Yan people want to leave, then leave. Why bother fighting with me here?

Along with the desolate sound of the rhinoceros horn, after receiving the order to retreat, the last bit of resistance will of the Northern Qiang people also disappeared, and the last bit of psychological burden also vanished. Everyone began to run for their lives.

Since ancient times, why have the main generals attached great importance to the seemingly illusory morale? Because the so-called "fighting to the last soldier" can only happen in the most extreme cases. Most of the time, the result of the war is the collapse of one side.

Logically speaking,

It should be okay now.

The morale of the Northern Qiang cavalry, from soldiers to main generals, had been shattered. The operational objective in the conventional sense had been achieved.

But for Zheng Fan,

This,

Was not enough.

The Northern Qiang cavalry still had an organizational structure, and their headmen could still restrain and instruct their tribes.

The current rout was only temporary. Although, according to common sense, it would be difficult for an army that had just experienced a defeat to resume the responsibility of frontal combat in a short period of time,

But,

The Qian people's promises and rewards,

Were enough to make their headmen take risks again and stick to them again.

And after experiencing this kind of opponent who was directly crushed and harbored fear, they would be even more timid and frightened when facing you next time. They might even be so scared to turn around and run when they saw you turn your head, but for you, this was even more disgusting.

The Black Dragon Flag,

Had long been夹在肩下 by Zheng Fan.

The pixiu under his crotch did not need to be told and already understood its master's intention, and began to gallop.

Chen Xianba and Zheng Man followed closely behind, each carrying a flag, while A Ming Sword Saint and Xu Chuang were always protecting the prince.

The pixiu was originally the totem of the Yan people.

The royal flag was the highest symbol of the Yan army.

The Black Dragon Flag was the military soul of the Yan people.

When all these elements were gathered in one body,

That was a god,

No,

It was an existence that transcended gods in the religious sense.

It allowed you to continue thinking, instead of blindly following in a daze. It made you willing in a clear state of mind, instead of being numb and rigid like a puppet.

The royal flag,

Raced across the battlefield,

Then,

The Yan army knights who were still charging and killing, and had even withdrawn from the battle, began to instinctively converge on the royal flag again.

This kind of war order was something imprinted in their bones.

Gou Moli had once, when he was drunk, either really drunk or pretending to be drunk, lamented that he had no temper after being defeated in the Battle of Wangjiang, where he faced Jingnan King head-on in the past. He said that at that time, the ten thousand most elite iron cavalry of the Great Yan were able to turn into ten in an instant after charging into the formation, directly stunning the main force of the wild barbarians, who had a superior number of soldiers and were in high morale.

However, Gou Moli later said somewhat unconvinced that this kind of world-rare peak iron cavalry, while seemingly invincible, actually came and went in a hurry. If there were no successors to inherit it, it would be enough to degenerate in ten years, let alone twenty years. After all, not every family could use the desert barbarians as a neighbor to sharpen their knives, and even sharpen them for a hundred years like the Zhenbei Marquis's Mansion back then!

But at least for now, this Jingnan Army still maintained the sharpness and quality it had when Old Tian was still around.

It was precisely because of their value that Li Fusheng's annihilation of the entire army in Liang Prefecture caused such a great shock.

The royal flag was the vane that led everything.

The Yan army, like pieces of black chess scattered on the ground, began to spontaneously follow.

Ming Ya Du Si was leading another group of people to withdraw. When he looked back, he found that the Yan people's flag was erected in the rear of his vision, and after that, it was the Yan people's cavalry.

They seemed not to understand pain, nor did they know fatigue.

Nightmare, demon!

The description of the "evil" side in the Northern Qiang people's customs and beliefs could now be completely added to these Yan people.

Back then, when the Yan people first attacked the Qian, the Qian army collapsed at a touch of tens of thousands. At that time, many prime ministers lamented that even if it were tens of thousands of pigs, it wouldn't be so easy for the Yan people to catch them, right?

In fact, scattered soldiers are really not as good as scattered pigs. Pigs can't understand words, and they don't have order. They run around randomly, making it really difficult to catch them. But people are different. The defeated army will also instinctively seek advantages and avoid disadvantages, and even spontaneously gather to obtain the superficial sense of security of "many people and great power." This is equivalent to pigs that can spontaneously gather into团, which saves a lot of effort.

Therefore,

The situation on the battlefield suddenly became very strange.

Even though they had experienced a defeat, the Northern Qiang cavalry, who still had a numerical advantage, were followed by a small group of people under several large flags in the rear, and after that, it was the Yan army knights, who did not even have time to clean up the blood stains on their bodies, and were urging the horsepower of their war horses at all costs, hoping to run in front of their prince.

But unfortunately, the speed of the pixiu was really not bragging in front of these little brothers who had just experienced a charge.

And the Northern Qiang cavalry in front, their speed of fleeing together was really not fast. Compared with the Yan people who were completely ignoring any formation and just thinking about rushing forward, they were not at the same level at all.

Finally,

Zheng Fan and others charged into the Northern Qiang cavalry. The fierce collision that was expected did not actually occur. Everyone was not facing each other but moving in the same direction. Either they simply left their backs to you, or when they found that you had already ridden your horse to their side, they had to react first. Ah, you are actually not one of our own.

The prince did not take the initiative to砍杀, but raised the flag high. The pixiu charged forward in a more violent posture, to the extent that the war horses under Chen Xianba and others could not keep up at all.

The Sword Saint and Xu Chuang at this time jumped directly from their war horses, rushed forward, and continued to accompany the prince by relying on the speed of the instant burst of Qi and blood.

A Ming's figure transformed into a ghost, his left hand even grabbed the pixiu's armor, as if he was hitchhiking.

There was no way,

His own prince was on a high!

And this kind of prince's rush brought about even more excited hysteria from the Yan soldiers追击 in the rear.

Gradually, the fleeing side and the chasing side began to come into contact, began to intersect, and began to merge.

In this situation of being chased and逃, it was actually the most sensible choice to turn around and拼命, better than being砍翻 by a knife from behind and dying confusedly.

But the problem was that everyone knew that turning around at this time could certainly pursue "self-worth," but facing the Yan army constantly追袭 from the rear, they would definitely die.

Losing courage and having the luck of survival directly turned this group of Northern Qiang cavalry, who had been flexing their muscles in the northwest of the Qian Kingdom for sixty years, into the most foolish, docile, and 受待宰羔羊.

And as the Yan army continued to follow their own prince's in-depth pursuit, the cutting interval was also constantly拉大, leading to the direct collapse of the Northern Qiang cavalry's organization.

Ming Ya Du Si had a group of the most trusted warriors around him, still carrying the war flag of their tribe. Originally, this was a vane for gathering his warriors on the battlefield to转移, but under the pressure at this time, the Northern Qiang knights began to spontaneously脱离 their headman's direction under the successive逼迫局势, because everyone had already felt the Yan people's purpose and naturally趋利避害.

The cutting of the battle situation was therefore carried out more smoothly.

Ming Ya Du Si used his inexplicable self-confidence and the inexplicable self-confidence of the Northern Qiang cavalry to forcibly cooperate with Zheng Fan in a wave, allowing him to打出 a most textbook-style爆锤 scene of cavalry warfare.

Of course, with the current identity of 平西王爷, this so-called great victory and the so-called standard victory did not actually have much significance to him.

It was only right to 打出来; it would have been inappropriate not to打出来 or to win with flaws.

Therefore,

When Ming Ya Du Si was转移, he continued to指挥队伍 in a "self-righteous" manner while回头向后看一眼, and suddenly惊愕 to find that the warriors behind him had become so稀薄了?

Where were the people, where did all the people go?

Even more terrifying to him was that the one riding the pixiu, wearing black armor, and carrying the Black Dragon Flag was actually so close to him!

Even both sides could see and capture each other's gazes.

This kind of fear of being directly faced by the other side's main general, oh no, the other side's prince, was huge.

The people around Zheng Fan knew how careful he usually was on the battlefield.

But outsiders didn't know.

In addition, there was Jingnan King's almost巅峰战力 ceiling of a武夫, which could almost prevent any thoughts of assassinating him from silver-armored guards, Phoenix Nest internal guards, and Jianghu knights,

Naturally, it was inherited by 平西王, who was 田无镜's closed-door disciple.

This was the legacy left by Old Tian.

No one would naively think that Jingnan King only taught 平西王 the art of war. It should be known that he had even entrusted his son to him, so how could he not impart all the things at the bottom of his chest?

Moreover, many of the legends about 平西王爷身边郑樊力 pointed to the fact that the so-called "樊力" were actually pseudonyms that 平西王爷 had left in the Jianghu.

Therefore, the thing about rumors depends on how you use it. Everything has two sides. The reputation of 好人妻 certainly bothered 平西王爷, but some other rumors could make his image become infinitely tall.

At least, the du si at this time had no determination at all to turn his horse around for a擒贼先擒王 or a 鱼死网破.

But unfortunately,

The speed of the pixiu was still too great.

When the distance was further reduced to a certain extent, some loyal warriors beside Ming Ya Du Si阻截 in a mindset of certain death to help their own headman.

The pixiu发挥到了极致 at this time, its body jumped, actually passing over their heads. At this time, several warriors drew their bows and aimed arrows.

"嗡!"

A Ming stepped forward with a very fast speed and took the arrow.

Then,

Long Yuan howled,砍翻 down two other Northern Qiang knights on one side who were drawing their bows.

In the back and forth between, the distance between the prince and Ming Ya Du Si grew closer and closer in the short instant confrontation.

Perhaps,

Even Zheng Fan himself had not expected that a "king against king" situation could emerge in the fight.

At first, Zheng Fan himself had上了一点头.

But after that,

It was actually the pixiu that finally gained a酣畅淋漓 opportunity in the battlefield厮杀, so it完成了一种属于自己的爆发!

At this moment,

It was already inappropriate to urge this憨货 under its crotch to reduce speed.

The target,

Was right in front of him.

No matter how 苟 he was on weekdays, Zheng Fan had never been vague at a crucial moment, and could only祈祷 in his heart that the Northern Qiang leader was not some great高手.

After all, after taking action earlier, A Ming and the Sword Saint had actually fallen behind. As for Xu Chuang, this guy had long been unable to keep up.

Ming Ya Du Si had actually been completely frightened by the "平西王爷"追击 from behind, and had no intention of turning around for a hit.

He was only thinking about running forward now. There was an imperial guard unit ahead that could接应 him, and they should be able to攔截 the Yan people.

"吼!"

The pixiu was really 不惜一切 this time, and it began to喷出 a light blood mist from its body. This was a manifestation of Qi and blood喷发, and it gained further acceleration in speed this way.

Every pixiu has a dream in its heart.

As a Zheng pixiu that had communicated with its predecessor, which was Jingnan King's pixiu, it also fantasized about being able to be like that member of its clan, in the face of刀山火海 and千军万马, carrying its master 一往无前!

Unfortunately, it had never had this opportunity before. This time, it had to seize it!

Zheng Fan felt the re-acceleration of the mount under his crotch,

And immediately pressed the flag杆 in his hand tightly.

"砰!"

The flag杆挑翻了 Ming Ya Du Si from his war horse directly, just like a lance.

When the pixiu galloped past, one of its蹄子 stepped on Ming Ya Du Si, who had fallen to the ground.

"砰!"

This蹄子 was stepped down solidly,震裂 Ming Ya Du Si's five internal organs.

Then,

The pixiu甩尾, grabbed the ground with its front feet, and raised its hind feet. Under the force of stopping its body, 平西王差点没 been directly甩出去 by it.

But this 货 was still not satisfied. Before stopping its body, it came again with a后蹄撑地, raising its front feet,发出 a deafening咆哮, and forcibly滞空 for a short while,打了个定格.

郑凡翻身下来,

抽出了 Wu Ya,

Walking towards Ming Ya Du Si, who was lying on the ground and unable to move.

"Why... why..."

"本王 to escape."

"Then... you...逃呀... I didn't...拦着你...逃啊..."

Ming Ya Du Si seemed very委屈, even though it was very difficult for him to speak at this time, he was still eager to express this委屈 before his death.

"This is 本王's escape."

It's just that your way of understanding is different.

"噗!"

Wu Ya pierced Ming Ya Du Si's neck. This confident head of the Northern Qiang tribe was full of 春风得意 when he was summoned by the Qian people to help.

It was a pity that the Qian people's rewards and official titles were really not so easy to get. Or rather, the Qian people, who had always been used to being冤大头, had really占了天大的便宜 in this deal.

The prince picked up Ming Ya Du Si's head,

Inserted it on the旗杆,

Flipped over and returned to the back of the pixiu.

Not far ahead, a figure of Qian troops appeared. Li 相公 was afraid that the Northern Qiang people would not listen to orders or that there would be any flaws, so he調派 a branch of the imperial guards to this place.

Perhaps, even the main general of the opposite imperial guard had not expected that their own would be put to use so quickly and so directly.

平西王 held up the旗杆 with the head on it and stood there quietly.

All around, with the death of Ming Ya Du Si, the Northern Qiang cavalry completely崩散.

"Brother... send me on my way..."

The comrades in arms on the side did not shed tears, and stabbed their knives into their necks very calmly.

"Thank...you..."

The battlefield fell into a silence.

The dead could not be收尸 at all.

The lightly injured重新翻身上马.

The severely injured were personally送上 their last trip by their own comrades in arms.

Gradually,

A group of knights in black armor gathered again from behind the王旗.

People were very疲惫,

The war horses were also very疲惫,

But ahead, there were still enemy troops攔路.

There was no time to休整, no space to breathe, and even less chance to slowly tangle and試探 with the Qian army in front.

From the rear, from both wings, it was clear without even thinking that a vast number of Qian troops were包抄 over quickly at all costs.

Zheng Fan did not count how many knights were left beside him.

He knew that even more people would fall down later.

It was not to say that the 清数 at this time was meaningless, but rather that he felt a little不忍 in his heart.

Seemingly, he单枪匹马 killed the other side's main general in one fell swoop, but in fact, ninety-nine percent of the credit lay in the previous sacrifice of the Jingnan Army knights, who directly打崩 the Northern Qiang cavalry.

He just锦上添花 a little bit.

At this time,

Under the premise that he had not given an order,

A team of Jingnan Army knights proactively策马绕过 him, came to the front of him, and列阵 again.

They,

Put himself at the end.

When passing by his side, they would secretly look at him, with cautious smiles, respect, veneration,

And a little bit of... pride.

Everything was silent, but in this silence, there was an unbearable weight.

Zheng Fan instinctively wanted to go to the front,

But he 生生止住了.

In recent years, he had always stayed behind when starting a war countless times, and he had never concealed his贪生怕死 from the people around him.

But even the most胆小如鼠 people are able to 一腔热血 and 上头 when they are in a particular atmosphere.

But this time, he was forced to.

The reason for being被迫 was because he was afraid of 辜负.

It was difficult to describe this feeling at this time. This was not a顺风战, nor a long war or a苦战, but a war of survival against time, and even more so, the death war of most people.

Last night,

Nearly ten thousand armored soldiers knelt on the ground,

敲击着 their chests and shouted:

"愿为王爷效死!" (We are willing to die for Your Highness!)

Now,

They continued to firmly fulfill their vow.

Yes,

Vow.

......

"本王 ask you, what do you think of this flag?"

"I like it very much, it looks good."

"Ping Ye伯, go and举起 that flag for 本王."

"Make a vow."

"This flag in your hand must not change."

"I, Zheng Fan, hereby vow that in this life, I will only stand under the Great Yan Dragon Flag. If I violate this oath, may I be condemned by heaven and earth!"

......

Chen Yuan, with his face covered in blood, had been削去了 half of his arm in the previous charge.

At this time,

He架起了 his 槊 with his only arm,

And shouted:

"Everyone in the Jingnan Army listen up!"

All the knights敲击着 their armor with their weapons,发出 a neat sound, which was the most刺耳肃杀象 on the battlefield.

Chen Yuan shouted again:

"为王爷, 开路!" (Clear the way for Your Highness!)

"Tiger!"

"Tiger!"

"Tiger!"

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