Chapter 783 Life and death are all determined by fate, just don’t regret it!
Luo Gu tightened his grip on the magic wand and suddenly turned his head to look at the source of the voice. He did not answer, but instead looked murderous. Who is asking this question?
Military orders are as heavy as mountains. They are issued by the flags under the soldiers and are decided before the battle. Anyone who dares to violate the law shall be killed!
The Xianbei were surging like waves and tides. In the Western Region army, the camp was in the front. The war horses kept pacing impatiently and the knights kept trying to appease them. The soldiers were unable to maintain their balance in the rounds of shooting from the Xianbei. The Xianbei were really the best musicians. The tightly stretched string was constantly plucked and had become fragile!
laugh!
Accompanied by the sound of a drum and a sharp arrow, the Kingdom of Kucha suddenly attacked without any orders. The flag flying high was like a sharp sword. As one of the great powers in the Western Regions, its voice was like a dragon and its momentum was like water. The silver bottle suddenly broke and leaked out with a bang.
The armored cavalry in the front were extremely brave, and in an instant they knocked down many Xianbei archers who had no time to retreat.
When the general of the Kingdom of Kucha saw this overwhelming force, he laughed loudly and said, "So the Hu people are just like this!"
In the Western Region Army, Luo Gu held the reins of his horse, which was trying to move forward, and said in horror: "Who told him to attack!"
As soon as the Kucha army moved, they tore a gap among the Xianbei cavalry archers. The infantry from the surrounding countries immediately followed to expand the damage. The Xianbei cavalry archers retreated in two torrents without any panic at all.
After the Xianbei archers withdrew, the Kucha cavalry ran into the captives who were used as cannon fodder by the Xianbei. The Kucha general pushed these people away without hesitation.
The Xianbei army retreated slowly and orderly step by step, and the Qiuci cavalry continued to move forward, but they were unaware that the Xianbei armored cavalry on both sides had already begun to gallop and surrounded them, trying to cut off Qiuci's retreat.
The Western Region infantry behind were still approaching the Kingdom of Kucha, preparing to cooperate with the Kingdom of Kucha's attack.
Zhao Yingluo rode up to Luo Gu and said urgently, "High Priest, the Kingdom of Kucha charged without authorization and lost touch with the rear guard. One third of our army was involved. If they collapse, the consequences will be disastrous. We must bring the rear guard back to support them."
Luo Gu certainly knew the danger. The Xianbei people were luring the enemy deep into their territory not only to annihilate the cavalry of Kucha, but also the infantry following closely behind were also the Xianbei people's targets. Neither annihilating them completely nor guiding the infantry to counterattack and attack the front line was acceptable.
The Xianbei people were really cautious to the extreme. They used their strength to bully the weak and used this kind of tactics that only the weak can use. Now that the real Xianbei royal army has not yet moved, the Western Regions Army has already been put in danger. They really did not give the Western Regions Army any chance to exploit any flaws.
Even if King Xiang and Han Xin were resurrected, they would be helpless in the face of such tactics on the vast and unobstructed grassland and could only fight head-on.
Luo Gu turned to look at his son and said in a deep voice: "Jia Lan, you lead the temple army to charge and cut off the Xianbei armored cavalry that are surrounding the infantry. Don't let the Kingdom of Qiuci die together. Remember, don't fight too long, get out as soon as possible, and reorganize the army.
Princess Yingluo, please lead the rest of the infantry to hold shields and form a battle formation to prevent the defeated army from charging into the battle formation. Anyone who charges into the battle formation will be killed without mercy!"
The temple army led by the direct descendants of the Luo family will be three times stronger. Luo Jialan raised the lance in his hand, and Zhao Yingluo held the sword. The two said loudly: "As you command, High Priest!"
Once the temple army took action, they moved like thunder, and a black torrent shuttled across the battlefield.
The Xianbei people did not dare to charge with cavalry, but the temple army did. The Xianbei people did not dare to attack the infantry phalanx, but the temple army did.
Proficient in weapons, horsemanship and fearlessness, what can't the temple army do?
The Kucha cavalrymen who were charging in the front found themselves surrounded, and then heard the words "retreat" in the Kucha dialect coming from all directions. Naturally, these Kucha cavalrymen thought that the general was ordering them to retreat, so they turned their horses around.
The Xianbei soldiers who had been surrounding the Kucha cavalry made way for them, and then the Kucha cavalry ran head-on into the Western Region infantry, and screams were heard everywhere.
Upon seeing this, the Xianbei Chanyu Yan Hui laughed out loud. This tactic, which combined luring the enemy deep into the territory and confusing them, and taking advantage of the speed and time difference between the cavalry and infantry, was really effective.
"Chanyu, the temple army is attacking!"
As the legendary legion that Yan Hui paid the most attention to, he had naturally noticed it a long time ago and said solemnly: "The heavy cavalry and heavy infantry are connected by iron chains, and the armored cavalry and archers cooperate on the flanks."
The heavy cavalry and heavy infantry mentioned by Yan Hui are similar to armored cavalry. In Yan Hui's view, this is a group of troops that are of little use and extremely costly in war.
But it is just right to deal with the temple army with unparalleled attacks at this moment. Aren’t you invincible when you break through the enemy formation?
I'm putting the city wall in front of you. How can a flesh and blood body really break through the wall?
Luo Jialan rode his horse and brandished his lance, the sound of wind whistling past his ears. There was no army in this world without flaws, and there was no army in this world that the Temple Army could not find flaws in.
Attack from the right, and then easily avoid those obstacles. The temple army is killing and dying!
The flying blood spots fell to the ground, dark red, bright, and enchanting, just like the red spider lilies that filled the hell in the legend.
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Dozens of knights carrying letters from Luo Gu from Wushuang City galloped across the grassland without stopping, their eyes full of fatigue and determination.
Even though they grew up on horseback, they could not resist the constant journey all day long, and their mental willpower was what supported them.
How far is Wushuang City from Winter City?
People in this world always use "thousands of miles" to describe the distance.
The distance from Chang'an to Luoyang is less than a thousand miles. For most people, they will never be able to cross this distance of a thousand miles in their entire lifetime.
How far is Wushuang City from Winter City?
Ten thousand miles!
Ten thousand miles without a trace of water!
Even if the cavalry abandoned all baggage and supplies, ate on the spot, and traveled 200 miles a day, it would still take 50 days!
In this world, except for the Temple Army and the Warriors, no army can march 200 miles a day for fifty consecutive days. Marching over 100 miles a day is already the best of the best.
“Plop!”
One man staggered off his horse, and dozens of others reined in their horses and surrounded him, their faces full of sorrow. He was a young man with a dark face, but now it was a little pale, with black hair and black pupils, with a distinctly exotic look, but he spoke authentic elegant language, and said with a calm smile: "It seems that my fate is here, there is dried meat and water in the package, brothers, take them and share them, and take the horses away, don't look at me like this anymore, I should be used to it after so many brothers died before, can I still be sad about it?
Don't waste time on a dying person.
Anything you want to say?
No regrets, I died for this, it was a worthy death."
After saying this, he drew a sharp blade from his bosom, looked at the azure sky, and whispered softly: "The spirit of the Su King is in the sky, his glorious reputation will last for thousands of years!"
Blood splattered, a sharp blade fell to the ground, and sobbing sounds surrounded him. In no time, they dug a grave that was just big enough to bury a person. After chanting a heroic song, everyone wiped their tears and mounted their horses and rode away.
Starting from Wushuang City, we crossed the vast grassland, crossed the boundless desert Gobi, the vast uninhabited wasteland, the wolves that snatched away horses at night, the horse bandits that roamed the grassland, the occasional small grassland tribes, those primitive savages, and more and more brothers stayed on the road. Tombs stood on this thousands of miles road like coordinates, forming a winding road.
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There was already a bleak scene in Wushuang City. The city gates were wide open. Luo Jialan led the temple army and cavalry and rushed in covered in blood. Just now, the temple army defeated the larger force and killed a lot of Xianbei troops. Blood was slowly oozing out of his left arm. The city gates slammed shut and Zhao Yingluo came forward. She had just settled the army that had withdrawn into the city and asked the doctors to treat the injured soldiers.
Luo Jialan took off his helmet, his face full of fatigue. Zhao Yingluo hesitated to speak, and finally asked: "Sir, what are the casualties of the Temple Army?"
The Temple Army played an indispensable role in Wushuang City's ability to hold out until now, but the constant bloodshed caused the Temple Army to become increasingly smaller. Luo Jialan said in a deep voice, "There are only a thousand people left."
Two thirds dead!
Not casualties, but deaths!
The Temple Army can certainly be rebuilt. As long as there are luck points and the soldiers are not all dead, the Temple Army can be rebuilt. Even if all the soldiers are dead, they can be rebuilt as long as they are willing to spend a lot of luck points and hand over the flag to the Temple lineage.
However, although the training speed of the Temple Army is fast, it does not mean that they can be trained by simply pulling people over. When replenishing soldiers, there are special requirements and restrictions on the soldiers. It is definitely not a perpetual motion machine.
For example, the God of the Four Seasons, any Xuan-level artifact of the Luo family, although more powerful than the Earth-level, has huge flaws and limitations, which is the characteristic of the Xuan-level artifact.
powerful!
But the cost is also high!
If the Temple controlled the Western Regions, it would naturally be able to select people from the entire Western Regions, but in the current situation, the number of qualified candidates would naturally become smaller, and the Temple Army might even die out. This is probably because the main branch directly bestowed the flags that were related to the foundation of the Temple Army.
The two stopped talking and walked together into the temple. Luo Gu was still arranging his troops on the geomancy map, but he could not make a meal without rice. He arranged the troops here and there, but still lacked the manpower.
Hearing the sound of Luo Jialan coming in, Luo Gu sighed slightly: "Since ancient times, no matter who wrote the military book, Taigong, Sun Tzu, Wu Qi, Han Wumu, they all talked about the four words of using the strong to bully the weak. Any battle where the few defeated the many is actually using the strong to defeat the weak. Even when King Xiang used his troops, it was the same, but he was too strong to cover this point.
The land of the Western Regions is vast and boundless, so vast that even a thousand miles away seems flat.
Although the Xianbei army is divided into various tribes, they are actually a whole and are far superior to our coalition forces; the Xianbei population is only 100,000, but they are all elite and even better than any country in the Central Plains today. Our army is small, and some of the rulers are afraid and surrender to the Xianbei, making our army even weaker; the Xianbei tactics are simple and yet demonstrate military discipline, so it is not difficult to defeat them, but only the Temple Army can do it; the Xianbei also have many brave generals, and they are blessed by heaven, but it turned out to be like this.
Being able to hold on to this place for so long is already close to the limit. The city could fall at any time. If Wushuang City falls, Jia Lan, where will you go?"
Luo Jialan wiped the blood off his cheek and said in a deep voice: "My son is willing to lead the temple army and all the soldiers who are still willing to fight for the temple, to make a final charge and kill the Xianbei Chanyu's tent. He is like a turtle, hiding in that shell, never revealing any flaws. If there is a chance, if there is a chance, I will never miss it.
If you succeed, you still have a chance; if you fail, you will just die!"
Hearing this, Luo Gu glared at Luo Jialan and said, "It is foolish to die without value. Did the master give us the temple flag just to let us die?
Even if Wushuang City is destroyed, does it mean that we can't resist anymore?
Is the inheritance of the temple going to be interrupted in our generation?
It is easy to die, but difficult to live, and it is even more difficult to live with the burden of revival.
If Wushuang City is breached, you must quickly escape with the temple army flag.
If one day you can return with the Temple Army and rebuild the Temple in Wushuang City, you will be a true hero, a descendant of the Luo family, and you will live up to the holy mark on your forehead. "
Luo Jialan walked out of the temple. The warm sunlight shone on his body, but it made him feel a chill to the bone. His father was never a person who would say discouraging words, but he just said those words to him in the temple that were like his last wishes.
Has the situation in Wushuang City become so bad now?
yes.
If the situation was not so bad, why would those kings risk betraying their own beliefs to collude with the Xianbei and trade with the Xianbei Hu people?
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In the far north of Liaodong, when seven ragged men limped side by side on the top of the hill and looked at the city that had already become somewhat magnificent, even though they were iron-blooded tough guys who had experienced endless hardships and life and death, they could not help but hug each other and cry loudly. Tears of joy were not enough to describe their feelings at this moment, because that was hope.
The hunting team of Winter City discovered them and thought they were barbarians, but looking at their clothes, they didn't think so. Dozens of people surrounded them and were about to ask them questions when they saw these seven people, who were dirty and dressed like beggars, take out a clean phoenix flag from their arms and hold it high.
Phoenix flag!
The phoenix flag fluttered in the wind on the top of the hill, like bright blood burning in fire. The seven people shouted hoarsely: "The envoys of Wushuang City in the Western Regions, under the order of the high priest of the temple, request to see Lord Zhao!"
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The more fiercely the Xianbei attacked, the more fiercely they attacked. Every time they fought at the temple, the Xianbei would send several times more elite troops from all tribes to attack, and even the royal guards followed them. They all wore armor, even the horses were covered with armor, and they held swords and shields, and rode sideways with bows. The temples were all destroyed. The Xianbei followed strict discipline and did not disperse. If one person died in the temple, two or three Xianbei died, and if there were more, four or five. However, the temples became fewer and fewer, and the Xianbei were like water or tides, and they continued to attack. - "Northern History: Biographies of the Xianbei"
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The soldiers were in tattered clothes, looked haggard, and were very hungry. When they set out to fight Wushuang, there were seventy-seven of them, but they died along the way. Three months later, only seven remained. They were summoned with a phoenix flag, and Duke Zhao burst into tears. - "Luo's Records"
(End of this chapter)
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