Chapter 1270 I Am Lucky to Live, and My Life Is to Die!

Wang Ben's troops roared across the top of the mountain, completely crushing the first wave of enemy troops rushing up the mountain.

The real test has just begun.

"stop!"

With an order, the fast-charging cavalry grabbed the reins tightly and clamped the horse's belly tightly. Even so, it took more than ten minutes before the high-speed charging army barely stopped.

"The back team becomes the front team, keep charging!"

The terrain on the top of the mountain is narrow and steep, and the cavalry has no conditions to take a roundabout way to turn. They can only use this most primitive way to change direction, and it will inevitably delay for a while.

And in this way, the cavalry's charging momentum will be accumulated again.

Waiting for the army to disguise itself, what was waiting in front of them was the army of the Ashoka Dynasty, which had already formed a formation. It was densely packed along the top of the mountain, and there was no end in sight.

On the hillside below the top of the mountain, there are densely packed archers, prostrate on the hillside.

"charge!"

Wang Ben had no choice, they had to fight back and evacuate along the way they came, which was also the only way down the mountain.

Taking advantage of the gap between formations, the cavalry officers and soldiers shook off the pieces of meat, heads, and even complete corpses hanging from the tip of their spears.

The soldiers could only do this, they didn't even have time to tidy up the loose armor, they slapped the horse with their legs, and charged again.

While accelerating, adjust to the best attack position.

All the energy and spirit of the whole body were concentrated on the spear in his hand, and anyone who was stabbed by the spear would have no possibility of surviving. Because the tip of the spear had already accumulated unrivaled acceleration kinetic energy, sealing his throat with blood.

"kill!"

The generals and soldiers of the Qin army shouted loudly together, exhaled the turbid air in their mouths, and condensed the momentum into one stream.

The army of the Ashoka Dynasty in front felt a mountain-like pressure rushing towards them. The pressure was mixed with murderous aura, as if they were in a sea of ​​blood, which made people suffocate.

In just one month of fighting, this Qin army has condensed the iron-blooded army soul, which makes people terrified.

The sergeant of the Ashoka Dynasty in the front line nervously moved the shield standing on the ground, and the right hand holding the knife was already sweating, his eyes were fixed on the front, and the tension was palpable.

"Hold on! Hold on!"

Fortunately, the officers were calm and continued to appease the army.

"preparation!"

The officer raised his hand, and he could faintly smell the pungent breath from the horses in front of him, as well as the green grass released from being trampled by the horses.

"Let the arrow!"

The officer swung his long arm forward vigorously, and a rain of arrows shot up into the sky.

They are all flesh and blood, and no one is invincible in front of the arrow rain. Wang Ben, who charged at high speed, was constantly hit by soldiers or horses at the front, and fell to the ground.

At this time, no matter how skilled the knight is, he can't dodge, and if he dodges, he may collide with the cavalry around him, which is too dangerous.

Therefore, they could only remain expressionless, ignoring the wailing of the war horses, ignoring the cries of help from their companions, and without stopping, they galloped directly past them, taking away the last trace of wailing.

On the battlefield, it is ruthless.

All they can do is to continue to charge despite the rain of arrows.

In an instant, Wang Ben rushed to the front of the enemy. Facing the rows of shields and the lever spears piercing from the gaps in the shields, the cavalry officers and soldiers did not even blink their eyes.

The horses charged into the enemy's army, and the cavalry stabbed or picked the spears in their hands to kill the enemy.

The enemy soldiers on the two wings were pushed and squeezed, rolled down from the top of the mountain in embarrassment, and collided with the archers prostrate on the hillside, causing even greater chaos, and the sound of cursing was endless.

The commander of the Ashoka army saw it from a distance, his face was full of embarrassment, and ambushing the archers on the hillside was really a stinky trick that couldn't be more stinky.

"Let the archers withdraw, and change the swords and shields!" The commander ordered decisively.

"yes!"

The archers withdrew like a tide, and the sword and shield soldiers roared and rushed up. When the two troops passed by each other, the sword and shield soldiers couldn't help ridiculing, making the opponent's face flush with embarrassment.

When the army of the Ashoka Dynasty changed, Wang Ben's troops had already rushed all the way, because the top of the mountain was narrow and the two armies clashed. Either the infantry was rushed away by the cavalry, or the cavalry was ruthlessly strangled by the infantry.

There is no third possibility.

The two sides are like two colliding wheat bars, consuming each other and constantly shortening, it depends on who can persist until the end.

For Wang Ben's department, the purpose is very clear, that is, to rush all the way back to the starting point, and continue forward. No matter what price is paid, this order cannot be changed.

The price is very heavy.

At the starting point of the army killing meeting, although a large number of enemy troops were killed, there were only less than 50,000 people left in Wang Ben's 70,000 troops, and even Wang Ben's deputy general was defeated in this battle.

Fortunately, they finally won.

Looking back at the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood behind him, as well as the panic scene on the slopes and at the foot of the mountain, Wang Ben nodded in satisfaction, no longer wanting to fight, and decisively ordered: "Withdraw!"

The rest of the army roared past the other side of the mountain, disappearing from the enemy's sight.

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Wang Ben's troops withdrew, but the army of the Ashoka Dynasty had just begun to clean up the mess.

Although no casualties have been counted yet, looking at the corpses all over the mountains, especially on the mountain road in front, the corpses directly blocked the road, and the commander of the Ashoka army looked gloomy.

Based on his experience, at least 100,000 troops were lost in this campaign.

In addition to the casualties of the soldiers, during the chaotic battle, a large amount of food and supplies were scattered on the ground, mixed with soil, blood and water, and it seemed that they were useless.

The commander wanted to cry without tears, and ordered sternly: "Find the traces of the enemy army for me, and if we don't strangle them, what face do we have to meet the king."

"Yes!" The surviving Ashoka army was also filled with righteous indignation.

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In fact, there was no need for the army of the Ashoka Dynasty to look for it. In the next week, Wang Ben commanded the army to constantly harass and attack the enemy's food roads, either by attacking a large area or by a small group of troops.

Almost every day, there are big battles.

The army of the Ashoka Dynasty was overwhelmed, but there was nothing they could do. The mountain roads in Tubo are rugged, there are few broad roads, and there is only one grain transportation route, and it is impossible to hide even if you want to.

In addition, they were responsible for escorting food and grass, so the front line was inevitably stretched very long. Facing the harassment of Wang Ben's tribe, the army of the Ashoka Dynasty often couldn't take care of both ends.

Every time it was hard to organize a large formation, the enemy had already left.

After a week of fierce fighting, the Ashoka army lost nearly 50,000 people, and the escorted food and grass also suffered heavy losses. The army commander realized that if this continues, he will be dragged down by the enemy.

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October twenty-first.

In view of the fact that the harassment effect has been basically achieved, Wang Ben decided to launch the last attack today and return to the original road and retreat to the ancient Tang-Fan road.

After a week of fierce fighting, more than 10,000 people were lost, and the rest were exhausted.

Another mountain pass, another surprise attack.

The last attack was unusually smooth. The army of the Ashoka Dynasty was killed by the Qin army, and they were almost powerless to fight. They would just run around and resist.

But the more this happened, the more uneasy Wang Ben became.

"Young commander, something is wrong!" the newly appointed lieutenant general said worriedly.

"It's a bit weird."

Wang Ben was also very decisive, "Send the order, don't love to fight, retreat immediately!"

"promise!"

The deputy general was about to deliver the order, but it was too late.

I saw that on their way, a large number of enemy troops suddenly rushed out, blocking their way.

It turned out that the commander of the Ashoka army set up an "empty city plan" to gather the army in advance and hang it far behind the grain transportation team, waiting for an opportunity.

When the Qin army came, the army moved quickly and cut off their retreat.

"It's been tricked!"

Wang Ben's eyes froze, and he glanced at the enemy general for the first time. It was also because the attack in the past week was so smooth that Wang Ben subconsciously relaxed his vigilance against the enemy, which led to today's defeat.

This is not over yet, at this moment, the sound of killing shouts also came from the rear of the grain transportation team, but the Ashoka army gathered in the rear also rushed over, forming a front and back attack on the Qin army.

"Young commander, we are surrounded!" The lieutenant was a little worried.

Wang Ben was calm, showing a smile, and said: "Hey, we are the army of the subjugated country. We should have followed His Majesty long ago. Why are we afraid of death?"

Until now, Wang Ben still can't let go of Qin Shihuang's death.

Hearing this, the soldiers of the Qin army around were silent, apparently touched by the deepest emotions in their hearts.

"My sons, follow me to kill, I am lucky to live, and my life is to die!"

"Life is my luck, death is my life!"

The officers and soldiers of the Qin army boiled instantly, bursting out with a shocking determination to die.

The remaining Qin soldiers all turned into dead soldiers.

"kill!"

Wang Ben was the first to turn his horse's head and charge towards the way he came.

That figure was unusually stalwart.

The soldiers of the Qin army turned around silently and followed the young commander, vowing to set off another massacre.