Phi-Fic Chapter 372 Recapture Dingbian City
Chapter 372 Recapture Dingbian City
After Dingbian City was occupied by the Qiang tribe, Zhao Hong's life became extremely uncomfortable. He was like a prisoner imprisoned in the imperial palace, with many restrictions on his travel and difficulty in taking a single step.
The New Year’s bell rings slowly, time passes quietly, and all things gradually wake up from their slumber.
On the grassland, the power of winter has not yet completely dissipated. Occasionally, in the low-lying areas, you can still see the remaining snow that has not melted, which is shining with a cold light under the sunlight.
On this day, Zhao Hong received an important piece of information in his somewhat dull fortress: Connicada's troops were approaching Dingbian City step by step.
"It looks like these Qiang soldiers are leaving."
Keji stood beside Zhao Hong, looking at his smug look, thinking secretly in his heart.
When the Qiang soldiers attacked, Zhao Hong failed to organize an effective resistance, which made Keji quite puzzled.
However, he only dared to keep these thoughts in his mind and never dared to say a word out loud.
As early as when the Qiang people attacked Dingbian, Luosang hurriedly fled to other places with the people and officials who were able to move. Only Keji chose to stay in Zhao Hong's fortress.
"King Zhenbian, Chief Connie said that as soon as the gunfire starts over there, you should provide support here."
The messenger who came to deliver the letter stood aside and reminded carefully.
"I understand." Zhao Hong responded, with a complex light flashing in his eyes.
In fact, Zhao Hong was not particularly optimistic about the people of Liang State, but as a force, he was eager to use the power of Liang State.
After all, Liang State recognized him as king, and now Zhao Hong was naturally happy to take back Dingbian City.
Since the Qiang people occupied Dingbian City, they have only known how to plunder and have no idea how to govern.
Two days passed since this incident.
In the western sky, a cloud was dispersed by bursts of roars, and the battle of Dingbian City began.
Stationed in Dingbian City were Daraxinbu's 40,000 troops and Moulihei's 50,000 elite troops.
Their original intention was to persuade Zhao Hong to surrender and to have a deterrent effect.
Unexpectedly, Zhao Hong put forward a condition: he wanted to be the king of Dingbian, and he also needed the support of the Qiang people. This was tolerable for Dara Xinbu, but how could Mou Lihei tolerate it?
During this period, a fierce battle broke out between the two sides.
As a result, the Qiang soldiers lost a thousand men and had no choice but to retreat to Dingbian City.
The ten cannons of Conikoda roared in unison, continuously bombarding the already crumbling city wall. In less than a quarter of an hour, a huge gap appeared in the wall of Dingbian City.
As iron balls were fired into the city, the Qiang soldiers suffered heavy losses.
How could Moulihei, with 50,000 elite soldiers, just sit there and wait to die?
"Left and right cavalry, charge!"
At Moulihei's command, his elite cavalry rushed out of Dingbian City like an arrow.
"My Liang army will hold one side, and the other side will be handed over to the two generals."
Connikada shouted to Qi Guanlie and Sai Jinzhu.
After receiving the order, the two men saluted with their fists, then turned around to prepare for battle.
"My wolf rider is good at cavalry combat, so I deserve the credit."
Qi Guanlie said excitedly with a raging fire of war in his eyes.
Sai Jinzhu was not without cavalry, but he knew very well that Qi Guanlie was warlike by nature, especially when it came to horseback cavalry battles, he would be extremely excited.
"I pray for a triumphant return, General." Sai Jinzhu saluted Qi Guanlie solemnly.
When Qi Guanlie saw Sai Jinzhu saluting him, he laughed out loud towards the sky.
"Haha, good brother, wait for me here." After saying that, he kicked the horse's belly hard, and the warhorse neighed, raised a cloud of dust, and galloped away.
Qi Guanlie hurriedly counted the troops and led only 30,000 men to meet the cavalry rushing out of the city.
The number of people on both sides is almost the same, with Qi Guanlie's side having slightly more.
The two cavalry forces were like two surging torrents, instantly engaging in a melee after one charge. After cutting through each other's camps, the gap between the teams widened significantly.
The people who had fallen from their horses were lying all over the ground, twisting their bodies in pain and wailing miserably.
However, in this fierce battle, no one can lend a helping hand. They can only wait for the battle to end so that the winning side will have the energy to come and clean up the mess.
"Warriors, keep charging!" The leader Qi Guanlie shouted at the top of his lungs, holding a bloody saber.
Soon, the riders urged their horses on again, reorganized into battle formation, and charged towards the enemy again.
"Yo yo yo……"
The Qiang soldiers' riders also roared, waved their weapons, and faced the oncoming enemies without fear.
The two streams of people quickly intertwined and engaged in a fierce fight.
The neighing of war horses, the shouting of killing, and the clashing of metals filled the air, and people kept falling off their horses.
On the other side, in Conicoda's team, small smoke shotguns roared in unison. After a row of cannon fire, a group of enemies fell.
Hamur also led the cavalry to charge forward.
Among the enemy cavalry, Moulihei unfortunately had his arm broken by a bullet, but his horse still ran forward madly, leaving a shocking blood mist behind him.
Although seriously injured, Moulihei's fighting strength remained undiminished. He killed two Liang cavalrymen in succession and fought his way out of the team and rushed forward.
Qin Tianzhu sat on the horse's back, and the horse under his crotch kept pawing at its hooves, and the horse's head made bursts of loud flute sounds.
He was right next to Konikoda, and when he saw Moulihei, who had only one arm left and was covered in scars, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.
"General, I will lead my men to kill this official!"
Qin Tianzhu said impatiently.
"Go, and give Hamur a helping hand first."
Conicoda also felt that this was an excellent opportunity and agreed without hesitation.
"Gee!" Qin Tianzhu squeezed the horse's belly with his legs, urging the horse to gallop forward with thousands of people around him.
As soon as Moulihei rushed out of the camp, he found another team rushing towards him, and he felt something was wrong.
There were bursts of sharp pain in the broken arm, and the body began to grow weaker.
Qin Tianzhu held an iron axe and swung it in the air.
Just as he was approaching Moulihei, he clamped his legs against the horse's belly, raised the iron axe, and chopped it down with all his might like an old turtle poking its head out.
Mou Lihei, who was already extremely weak, barely raised his knife to stop him.
Unfortunately, he was out of strength and felt his arm go numb. Then, the iron axe fell heavily on his shoulder.
Although it did not cut directly into the flesh, it did break the shoulder blade.
His eyes went dark and he fell off the horse.
Seeing that the situation was not good, the rest of the Qiang soldiers had no choice but to turn their horses around and ride back to Dingbian City.
When Mou Lihei slowly woke up, he was shocked to find that his legs were tightly bound and he was stumbling forward in the dust, following the pace of a horse.
On the ground, a shocking bright red track meandered and stretched out, like the river of life gurgling in despair.
Not far away, the fierce battle between the cavalry ended hastily, leaving behind a devastated battlefield.
In this area where silence and noise are intertwined, more than ten thousand wounded soldiers are scattered everywhere. Their wails rise and fall one after another, penetrating the smoke and dust of the battlefield, outlining a heart-wrenching tragic picture.