Chapter 739

The local scattered troops of Ningguo did not obey the command. First, they had not received formal battle training. No matter how loud the drums of your central army were, they did not know that it was the commander who was calling them to move forward. Second, the local scattered troops were really scared by the Pingyuan Army. Usually, they were in the local area, and at most they would suppress bandits. Where could they encounter such a fierce enemy as the Pingyuan Army?

Now they have only one thought in their minds, escape! No matter where they escape, the farther the better, away from the beasts and demons in front of them. Read the full text.

As Xiao Muqing had expected, the nearly 100,000 local scattered troops were all mobs and vulnerable. Not only did they not help the Western Army on the battlefield, but they became a disaster that affected the morale of the entire army.

For this, Xiao Muqing, who climbed up from the bottom, calculated it, but Wei Zheng, who came from a hereditary noble family, did not expect it.

The more than 100,000 Western Army was surrounded by the Pingyuan Army and fell into a bitter battle.

At this point in the battle, Wei Zheng saw that his side had no chance of winning, and immediately decided to break out.

But it was not easy to break out at this time. The heavy shield soldiers of the Pingyuan Army were at the front, blocking the Ning Army tightly. The long halberd soldiers behind them were stabbing forward frantically. The Ning soldiers who broke through were stabbed down row after row. Not only did they fail to break through the encirclement of the Pingyuan Army, but the encirclement was gradually shrinking. The 100,000 Western Army was piled up in a group and there was no battle formation to speak of.

The battle lasted from dawn to dusk and was not over yet, but there were not many Western Army soldiers left in the encirclement. A large number of soldiers died tragically under the chaotic blades of the Pingyuan Army. Even the Ning soldiers in the center of the crowd were not safe and had to be on guard against the cold arrows falling from the sky at all times.

When it was dark, the Pingyuan Army's attack did not stop. The soldiers held up torches and fired rockets to continue the high-pressure attack.

The Western Army in the encirclement was exhausted. People couldn't help but doubt again whether the soldiers of the Pingyuan Army were human or monsters. After such a fierce battle for a whole day, weren't they tired?

How could the Pingyuan Army not be tired? The reason why they can still fight is that they have extraordinary physical strength. After all, the Pingyuan Army was the first to receive Tang Yin's devilish training, and it has been used until now. The soldiers of the whole army have strong explosive power and sufficient endurance. In addition, the Pingyuan Army is fighting deep in the enemy's territory. There is no retreat. It is either victory or death. Under the belief that it is either the enemy's death or my death, no matter how hard or tired, as long as they can still stand and swing the weapons in their hands, they will not retreat from the battlefield.

After another whole night of fighting, the sky is approaching dawn. At this time, the fight between the two sides has lasted for twelve hours.

For such a long time, both sides have not drunk a drop of water, not eaten a grain of rice, and have not even had time to stop and take a breath. The nerves have been highly tense from beginning to end. In this situation, even an iron man can't stand it.

The Western Army was the first to fail to persist.

Surrender! This battle really can't be fought anymore! Such voices kept echoing in people's hearts.

Soon, people turned their voices into actual actions. A large number of Western troops, who were already at the end of their strength, threw down their weapons and surrendered to the Pingyuan Army. At the moment of surrender, they could no longer hold on. Their shaky bodies fell directly to the ground, lying or lying, gasping for breath, and they could no longer stand up.

Once it starts, it is difficult to stop.

Seeing that the surrendered brothers were peacefully received by the Pingyuan Army and were not killed, more Western troops immediately surrendered.

The situation of soldiers surrendering to the enemy spread throughout the army.

Wei Zheng did not want to stop it, but he could not stop it at all. He could not stop it from the front, the back, the left, the right. When the Western Army generals around him surrendered to the Feng Army, he gave up completely.

He used his last bit of strength to gather those soldiers who insisted on not surrendering together and launched the last breakout.

Xiao Muqing had already calculated that the Ning Army would make a last stand, and the Pingyuan Army was well prepared to give Wei Zheng and his group a head-on blow.

In this breakout, the Ning Army fought extremely fiercely. The soldiers rushed to the Pingyuan Army camp like crazy, regardless of anything. They only went up and died. Many people had broken arms and legs, and even their intestines flowed out, but they still howled and fought.

If the Ning Army had shown this fierceness when the strength of the two sides was equal, the Pingyuan Army might have been defeated by them, but now the strength of the two sides is so different that it is too late for the Ning Army to know shame and then be brave. They caused certain casualties to the Pingyuan Army and caused certain chaos, but soon the chaos of the Pingyuan Army stabilized and launched a fierce counterattack.

After a fierce battle, the last breakout of the Ning Army ended in a disastrous defeat. After the battle, all the soldiers of the Western Army were injured, and even Wei Zheng himself was shot by several arrows.

As soon as the breakout was repelled, the siege of the Pingyuan Army began.

Looking at the huge crowds of Feng troops marching in uniform steps, Wei Zheng sighed sadly. More than 100,000 Western troops were annihilated in his hands. He was not only ashamed of Changsun Yuanhong, but also ashamed of the trust of the king. Even if he could escape by chance, how could he have the face to return to Liangzhou?

Thinking of this, Wei Zheng had lost all hope and even lost the most basic desire to survive. Now he was only unwilling to be defeated so miserably. He was unwilling to end up being annihilated despite having all the advantages and being many times more powerful than the enemy. Was it all his fault for his improper command?

When the Feng troops were approaching, he ignored the arrow wounds on his body, screamed fiercely, and rushed towards the Feng troops with his sword.

As soon as he got closer, a spear pierced his lower abdomen. Wei Zheng could no longer feel the pain and turned a blind eye to the spear piercing his lower abdomen. He used his backhand sword to cut off the head of the spear-wielding wind soldier before killing him. One person was stabbed in the back again. Wei Zheng instinctively struck back and knocked down another wind soldier.

Among the enemies, Wei Zheng swung his sword, slashed and stabbed, and killed more than ten people in one breath. However, he also had more than twenty wounds on his body, including knife wounds and stab wounds.

Looking at Wei Zheng again at this time, his helmet had come off, his hair was disheveled, and blood was dripping all over his body, dripping down his armor and onto the ground.

I don't know whether he was exhausted or lost too much blood. His swaying body plopped down on the ground, and the sword in his hand was deeply embedded in the ground, supporting his body from falling.

The surrounding Fengjun looked at each other in confusion, not knowing whether he was dead or alive. People slowly moved forward, and someone stabbed his back with the tip of a spear. Seeing that he had no reaction, they felt relieved. The surrounding Fengjun quickly Stepping forward, he raised the spears in his hands and stabbed Wei Zheng in unison.

Pounce, pounce, pounce - in just an instant, there were more than ten bloody holes in Wei Zheng's body. Wei Zheng, who was kneeling on the ground, suddenly howled, grabbed his sword, and swung it blindly to the left and right twice, and finally He leaned his sword on the ground, his head drooped, and blood dripped down his jaw and the tip of his nose.

The surrounding Fengjun were frightened away by his sudden voice and counterattack. Looking at the motionless Wei Zheng, they choked. What happened to this man? Is he dead? Why is he still carrying a fake corpse?

Just when people were hesitating whether to step forward, someone shouted: "The former general is here, the former general is here -"

Xiao Muqing is a former general who was personally conferred by Tang Yin, and most of the soldiers below also call him this.

Following people's shouts, Feng Jun automatically and consciously made way for a passage.

I saw Xiao Muqing, accompanied by many generals and guards, walking slowly and steadily in all directions.

After passing through the crowd and approaching Wei Zheng, Xiao Muqing deliberately bent down, looked at Wei Zheng who was hanging his head, and asked everyone around him: "Are you dead?"

"Back to the general, it seems... seems to be dead..."

Xiao Muqing almost laughed angrily, death is death, how can it still look like this? He turned around and asked the general next to him: "Is this Wei Zheng?"

"Yes, general, judging from his armor, it must be Wei Zheng!" the general replied with his hands raised in a respectful manner.

"Haha!" Xiao Muqing smiled leisurely, lingered in front of Wei Zheng for a few times, raised his finger and pointed to the side, and sneered: "Run! You should run again! You have damaged tens of thousands of my brothers, and I can kill you even if you run to the ends of the earth." Find it out!"

Xiao Muqing raised her foot and kicked Wei Zheng's kneeling body over. Seeing him lying down, his hands were still holding the hilt of the sword tightly.

He ordered everyone on the left and right to take the sword in Wei Zheng's hand. He looked through it a few times and thought it was pretty good. He took it as his own and got the sword of the enemy commander. This was the supreme trophy, and it was also a gift to himself. Proof of great military exploits.

He turned his head and shouted: "Cut off Wei Zheng's head, send it back to Hexi, and present it to the king. As for Wei Zheng's body, cut it into pieces for me. Also, not a single surrendered Ning army will be spared. They will be killed and captured." Their heads can also be rewarded according to their military merits."

Upon hearing this, the surrounding Pingyuan soldiers were all happy. If Xiao Muqing hadn't been there, people would have gone to kill the prisoners.

In the Feng Army, soldiers who kill hundreds of enemy heads can obtain the title of baronet. Once they become a baronet, they can be further promoted. At the same time, they can also receive a baronet's salary every year. Even if they retire, they can still use the baronet. The prince's salary is also offset by the family's taxes, so he can live a life without worries about food and clothing.

Therefore, when it comes to killing prisoners, the soldiers below are the happiest.

In fact, although the surrendered Ning soldiers are a burden to the Pingyuan army, they will not kill them all. They can be transferred to the Mo army nearby. However, Xiao Muqing does not want to take advantage of the Mo army and let the Mo army use these prisoners in exchange for benefits or to be good people. , just kill them all, it will save you worry and trouble.

As the commander-in-chief of an army, his single thought can directly affect the life and death of tens of thousands of people.

The nearly 50,000 Ning troops who surrendered were all sentenced to death by Xiao Muqing in one sentence. It was pity that these Ning soldiers who had no ability to resist did not die vigorously on the battlefield, but they all became the victims of the Pingyuan Army and died in vain.

In the Chunxiao Plains Battle, the Pingyuan Army completely annihilated the Ningguo Western Army.

There are many examples of battles in which a small number defeated a large number, but on a frontal battlefield where strategies and tactics were useless, there were very few examples of a battle in which one hundred thousand troops defeated two hundred thousand troops. This was a miracle created by the Pingyuan Army. , and also left a strong mark on this legendary legion in military books and tactics.

The Pingyuan Army, a tiger and wolf division, has been imitated and admired by later generations, but has never been surpassed.