My father is Emperor Wu of Han, how can I be different from him?

Chapter 119 Hey, whose general is in front?

When the general asked questions, his tone was calm, and when the lieutenant general answered, his tone was heavy.

Looking at the gradually declining Gongsun Ao tribe ahead, Wei Qing looked up at the sky again. It was near dusk and the west wind was blowing sand and dust, turning the sky grey.

It is exactly the same as Wei Qing's state of mind.

but.

Anyone can put on a heavy face, but the head coach Wei Qing cannot. He took a deep breath and said silently in his heart: "The last two quarters of an hour!"

When two quarters of an hour passed and Li and Zhao still failed to arrive on time, the entire army pressed forward.

Wei Qing put his hand on the sword at his waist.

Standing in the pine tree, staring straight ahead...

The fighting in front was still going on, stirring up a lot of dust. The wind was also blowing, bringing up fine sand and blowing it towards people's faces, making their cheeks hurt.

The wind is getting stronger.

The wind was so strong that I couldn't open my eyes.

Since some time ago, the howling west wind has become stronger and stronger, blowing in our faces. In just a moment, the blown sand and stones covered the sky and the sun.

A Xiongnu cavalryman in the middle of the battlefield saw this and cried out in surprise: "Yellow disaster!"

"It's the Yellow Disaster!"

"choke!"

It was at this moment, when the battlefield was briefly stagnant due to the strong wind, and when the view ahead was completely blocked by sand and rocks, and no one could be seen more than ten feet away.

Wei Qing moved!

He suddenly drew his sword. Not even two quarters of an hour later, the opportunity to fight came right now. Wei Qing's eyes were startlingly bright, and he shouted loudly:
"Pass the order, charge from both wings and attack the main force behind the Huns!"

"Army attack!"

Upon hearing the sound, the messengers under the general's command quickly ran in all directions, the chariot formations were opened one by one, and the cavalry rushed out under the leadership of the military flags.

The roaring sound of horse hooves was lost in the howling wind, and the hurriedly marching figures of the Han army were also obscured by the yellow sand.

Now is the moment to compete in speed and courage!
"Back off slowly."

"what?"

Even with the dust, everyone could still feel the Great Chanyu's cold gaze. "I say, retreat!"

Yizhixie stared at the generals around him and said, "Hurry up and pass the message!"

"Yes!"

After the captain responded, he immediately galloped towards the army at the foot of the mountain ridge. Wuwei, the king of Zuoguli, looked towards the sand-covered area in the south and asked doubtfully, "Great Chanyu?"

"It's not about withdrawing troops, it's about being on guard against changes." Yizhixie controlled his anxious mount and said coldly, "You can't see anything at this moment, can you tell where the Han army is?"

"This……"

Wuwei and the other Xiongnu nobles were speechless. Finally, a bearded man shouted, "We can't see the Han army, and the Han army can't see us."

"Great Chanyu, I am willing to lead 10,000 cavalrymen to launch a surprise attack from behind!"

Great idea, very idiotic.

Yizhi glanced at him and said, "The Han army is hiding in the chariot formation. If I could launch a surprise attack, would I let the army retreat? Use your brain!"

Even Uwe was shaking his head at this moment, speechless to the chief who had asked for orders. He wanted to smooth things over, but the words hadn't come out yet.

The Xiongnu prince suddenly narrowed his eyes and stared at the yellow sand in the south, motionless, "That is..."

That is the god of death shuttling through the yellow sand!
"not good!"

The moment Wu Wei saw the figure moving, he screamed and his expression changed drastically. A chill ran straight through his tailbone, "Han Army!!"

The sight lines are mutual. When you can see me, I can also see you. So when the eldest prince on the ridge was still in shock and the main force of the Huns was still slowly retreating...

"crossbow!"

A Chinese character roared out from his throat, followed by another Chinese character, "Release!"

In order to ensure the greatest possible lethality in the strong wind, the Han army only pulled the trigger when they rushed close to the Xiongnu soldiers.

Bang bang bang!
The taut bowstring was suddenly released, pushing the crossbow arrow out of Guo Xia with great force. The arrow was hit by tiny grains of sand in the air and was blown by strong winds.

But it still flew straight forward.

finally.

puff!
Shoot the war horses' eyes, pierce the Hun cavalry's cheeks, pierce their chests, abdomens, thighs, ankles, anywhere that can be shot!

"kill!"

The war horses leaped high, and red figures rushed into the Hun formation, with spears flying in the air and straight swords crisscrossing, raising bursts of blood mist.

The big flag with the Chinese character "Wei" fluttered in the wind. The general stood on the galloping chariot, with the tip of his sword pointing forward, like a god. He was saying, he was shouting:
"God bless you, charge!"

"charge!"

If you look down from a high place, you can see two steel torrents rushing in from both wings, and the main force of the Huns was retreating before and was now suddenly attacked from the front.

The formation was suddenly bloated and lost its direction. "It's broken!"

Yi Zhixie, who was standing on a high place, happened to have a bird's-eye view of the whole scene. He said anxiously, "Wei Qing is coming too fast. I shouldn't have let him retreat!"

Either retreat early and avoid the Han army's attack, or do not retreat and face the Han army head-on. Now retreating halfway would be a disaster.

But there is no regret medicine on the battlefield. With one quick step, Wei Qing took the initiative and Yizhixie had no choice but to fight hard to turn the game around.

If, it is possible...

"Order the front team to become the rear team and not to retreat anymore. Attack the Han army from the rear! Quick!" After saying that, Yizhixie tightened the reins and rushed into the battlefield.

Upon receiving the order, a group of Xiongnu nobles hurriedly rode away on their horses.

however.

A battlefield with hundreds of thousands of people would stretch for at least several miles. When the battle was going on in the front, the troops in the rear might still be executing the order to "retreat".

It is not easy to make the army execute a completely contrary order in a short period of time in a rapidly changing situation.

not to mention.

The Han army was caught off guard, so how could they not seize this moment!
"Great Chanyu!" A centurion came hurriedly to report. After hearing the voice, Yizhixie did not look back. He first chopped off an arrow that was about to run out of power with a knife.

The guards around him quickly stepped forward and formed a safety zone at the edge of the battlefield.

Yi Zhixie then turned around and asked in a deep voice, "What's the matter?"

The centurion who came to report was covered in blood. He couldn't stand up after falling off his horse. He barely supported himself and wailed, "Great Chanyu, the left wing has been defeated!"

"My family leader has gone to see the ancestors!"

Listen.

Yi Zhixie was shocked, and then his face turned ferocious, with his mind full of "Wei Qing, Wei Qing, Wei Qing!" He wished he could chop Wei Qing into pieces.

But he can't.

The Hun soldiers around also heard the shouting, and their movements paused for a moment, glancing over here with uneasiness in their eyes.

At this moment, Yizhixie was filled with ferocity. He couldn't kill Wei Qing, but...

"court death!"

"How dare you lie about military intelligence and disrupt our army's morale! Die!" As he spoke, Yizhixie swung the scimitar in his hand fiercely, beheading the captain who came to report it on the spot.

Then he looked around and shouted, "I just sent 5,000 men to support the left wing. How could they be defeated? Anyone who disrupts the morale of the army will be killed immediately!"

The words fell.

The royal guards were the first to respond, charging with swords in hand while shouting, "Anyone who disturbs the morale of the army will be killed immediately!"

The Han army charged wave after wave, and the slight chaos here was quickly drowned in the endless killing.

until.

"Ada, the left wing has been defeated, and the right wing won't hold out for long!" When Wu Wei urged his horse to come over, he didn't shout loudly, but spoke close to Yizhixie.

"Wei Qing is too fast and his attack is too fierce. We..."

There was blood on Wu Wei's cheek, and it was unclear whether it was his or someone else's. At this moment, his face was pale and his eyes were panicked.

"us……"

Before he could finish his words of persuasion, Yizhixie interrupted him with a gloomy face: "Retreat! Go and gather the elite troops directly under the king's tent and retreat quietly. I will let the Xubuda tribe hold back the Han army!"

After hearing this, Wu Wei nodded heavily.

The wind was still blowing, but a little weaker than before. However, the sky was still gloomy, even getting darker. The yellow sand was receding, but it was already dusk.

The vision became increasingly blurry.

It was in this situation that a troop in the rear of the Huns took advantage of the chaotic situation and quietly retreated.

At first, no one noticed it, neither the Han army nor the Hun army fighting on the front line noticed it, but as time went by, it didn't take long, just half a quarter of an hour later.

The Han army sensed that the enemy was running out of steam.

Almost the moment they noticed the change, the Han army made adjustments, "Gongsun He, lead your light cavalry and quickly penetrate the enemy's rear!"

"Here!"

north.

Taking advantage of the obstruction of vision, Yizhixie led the royal court's subordinates to escape quickly into the distance. Even when he heard the sound of pursuers coming from behind, he did not turn back.

His heart was broken and his chest was filled with anger. If it weren't for the last bit of rationality telling him not to turn back, Yizhixie would have definitely fought back.

Uwe also knew that his father was in a bad mood, so he just kept on galloping. The atmosphere of the army retreating northward was extremely depressing.

Just at this moment.

They fled in panic, with the pursuers behind them trying their best to catch up. In the north, right in front of Yizhixie, a loud roar suddenly came from the hazy night.

"Bah!"

"Whose general is that in front of you? Tell me your name, or I will shoot you with my arrows!"

(End of this chapter)