The Emperor ordered Zhao Tang

Chapter 233 Who says you have no clothes? I share the same hatred with you!
On the ninth day of the eighth month in the second year of Qianning, there were shouts and cries everywhere on Hengshui Plain, and it was a bloody scene.

In the afternoon, both sides had reached their limit of physical strength, and people fell one by one in the mud. At this point, tactics and strategies were no longer important, and it was all about resilience. Whoever couldn't hold out first would lose.

There have been four such wars in recent years.

The Fengxiang and Jingyuan armies were in a stalemate at Longwei Pond with the Chao army, and the Shuofang army broke into the battle array with 50,000 Chao bandits. The Chao bandits were not as strong as the Shuofang army, and 20,000 of them were killed in the battle array, and then they were defeated.

Li Keyong, Wang Chongrong, Ding and Chen joined forces and marched into Tianbi, Boliang. They fought from noon to dusk, and even the 150,000 bandits could not hold out. They fled after suffering tens of thousands of casualties.

Then came the Battle of Chang'an. The vanguards of Shatuo, Tatar, Hezhong and other parts crossed the Wei River to the capital. Huang Chao was defeated in three battles. Then the armies of Ding, Hua, Zhao, Shu, Qi, Jing and Cang rushed forward. Chao's army was defeated. After being chased into the city by the Jingnan Army, they were killed in a street fight and fled eastward.

Then there is the sour jujube gate.

Forced into a desperate situation, Zhu Wen and Qin Zongquan fought hand-to-hand, and there was a huge fight. After that, Yan, Yun, and Hua came to help, and the four towns fought a decisive battle with Cai's army at the Bian River. The battle lasted from 3 a.m. to the afternoon. After the victory was decided, the coalition forces pursued and Cai's army broke through. It was a perfect interpretation of killing wood. After this battle, the spirit of Cai's army was broken, and Zhu Wen began to compare himself to Liu Xiu as his reputation spread, and he had the illusion that the world was in his hands.

In this battle, even though the saint repeatedly told himself that the rebels were not united, had too many horses and cattle, were demoralized, and the backbone troops were seriously injured, in short, they were no longer as strong as before. But Chenxi had fought until now and they were evenly matched.

The piercing golden sound tore through the white rain and fog, announcing the end of another round.

A tall pile of people had been built up on the central line where the battle was most intense. The mud was full of dead bodies, gouged tongues, chopped heads, broken knives, shredded internal organs, intestines, armor, hair... layer upon layer, crackling and blistering in the heavy rain. Some warriors were not yet dead, rolling and screaming in the mud, stumbling and crawling on their hands and feet, revealing pink flesh, shattered faces, and smashed teeth... small red puddles one after another...

On the mountain of corpses and below the line of corpses, densely packed soldiers were standing or squatting, desperately searching and digging out the bodies to clear the area for the next wave.

If they were our own people, they were stripped of their armor, thrown onto carts, covered with mats, and waited for the army to return to their families. Those who could be saved were carried away, and those who could not survive were killed with a single blow. The rebels were stripped naked and piled aside without distinguishing the dead or the living. More people sat or lay on the ground in the rain, eating vinegar cakes and fried rice and beans with water, while watching numbly.

"Tatta..." Thousands of Yan troops retreated, and the soldiers were covered in mud, blood, and arrows. Most of the officers were bandaged. The dense crowd raised their heads and looked at the embarrassed Zhu Jin's troops, laughing: "They are useless people who are kicked like wild dogs by the Bian people!"

The Yan army remained unmoved and just found an open space to sit down and rest.

After the Yanzhou Rebellion, Zhu Jin's authority was no longer the same as the former mighty Yan Shuai Xianfan, but he doubled down on his image. He shared the joys and sorrows with his subordinates. He did not talk about people if he could not give them money. On the way to exile in Huainan and to the court, he gave his horse to the wounded and walked by himself. He brought his retainers and personal soldiers to cover the rear and act as scouts for the group. He still charged in person. He could still tell jokes and sing in his hometown dialect in the camp.

Therefore, although they followed Zhu Jin for many reasons, some wanted to pursue their careers, some were unwilling to work for Zhu Wen, and some wanted to seek the help of the saint for revenge... their overall loyalty to Zhu Jin was limited. Although they suffered a lot following Zhu Jin, and although they suffered heavy casualties today, they were still willing to serve him, and when they met their enemies, they fought very hard.

but--

Can the Yan army fight? Of course, and they are first-rate. But the size gap is huge, and Zhu Wen has treated them as a roadside scapegoat more than once or twice. It's the same as playing a game. If you keep losing, you will doubt yourself, smash the keyboard, blame your teammates, and be furious... In short, your mentality has long collapsed and you have Bian phobia. However, the Bian people who were hesitant about the other Jingnan troops were naturally boosted when fighting them, and they became more and more courageous as the battle went on.

After a morning, more than half of the 6,000 Yan troops were killed or wounded, but they were unable to defeat any of the fronts! They were even pushed back by the Bian army. If it weren't for the central army and a group of coordinated Xiliang troops, it would have been another great defeat at Yushan.

At this time, the gentle and loving look that Zhu Jin had maintained disappeared completely, and he just stared with his pupils dilated as he stared straight at his son who had just returned from a bloody battle.

"Bang!" A helmet knocked a captain down.

When the other soldiers heard this, they just ate their dry food in silence.

Zhu Jin's helmet was very powerful. The captain had already been shot blind in one eye, and his bare shoulder was still wrapped in a thick bloody cloth. After being hit by the helmet, he immediately shrank into the mud and twitched. But he was still a deadly man. After struggling for a few times, he was able to grab the ground and turn over: "Wa dog, it's me, Wa dog... After eight rounds, I can't break it. It's evil. Let's kill it!"

Zhu Jin gritted his teeth.

He considered himself the most powerful man in Qi and Lu, and even if his family business was ruined, he was still confident that he could make a comeback with his 6,000 soldiers and his own skills. If he could make a key contribution in the Battle of Luoyang, even if he could no longer hold the throne, as long as he washed away the impression of being a traitor and a shameless person, with the generosity of the emperor, he would have every hope of being promoted to the commander-in-chief of the army and establishing a career as a crown guard in the future.

He knew Bian Gou very well, and he knew what was going on. With such a chaotic internal affairs, Zhu Youyu's prestige was already extraordinary for being able to gather hundreds of thousands of rabble trapped beasts in Henan Prefecture! How could he be qualified to copy Shi Chaoyi and fight the "Zhaojue Temple Battle" with the saint in Hengshui! According to common sense, the fight should have come to the point of chasing the enemy and chasing them north, and the various armies fighting for merit!
As a result, he was blocked from moving forward, and the men he had placed his hopes on for a comeback were killed time and time again. After a series of defeats, everyone was in despair. The total casualties were close to 2,000! There were also hundreds of wounded.

What is even more infuriating is that the sage accepted his army into the court despite all objections, and even used real money to settle his subordinates, and established the "Xing Taining Army" to use them. Today, he asked the sage for the task of destroying the formation. If he fails again and again, what will the court think of him? Is there any meaning for the sage to keep the "Xing Taining Army"?
Without value and soldiers, he may not be more lovable than a soldier in the eyes of the saints. If he can't make it in the court, where can he stay in the vast Kyushu?
In such an evil world, he doesn't want to live out his life in unemployment, return to the countryside, and die sadly surrounded by women and music!
In such a chaotic world, the kings, princes, generals and ministers are all ants in a cave. The emperor has to hang his head on the battlefield. Who knows how long he can be safe if he is rich! Rather than worrying about being killed, he would rather be the one who kills, and kill until he is killed!

He will never forget what he did to get to where he is today!

At this moment, Zhu Jin felt extremely cold in his heart.

"... Marshal, it's raining so hard that the glue on the bow has come off, the string on the crossbow is soft, I can't lift my arm to pull the bow, and my hands and claws are numb from hitting the spear. You guys are lucky to be alive today! We are all just surviving, just wait and see, it's not worth it! Even if we attack again, we must be equipped with equipment and ride, and shoot... Don't let the brothers be treated like cows and horses, and play fancy teams and tricks! Don't be mean to them! If it really doesn't work, why can't we run? I think the saints are just like that, what can they do to us? Hebei, Hedong, Jiangnan... Where can we not go..."

With a clang, Zhu Jin had already put the knife against the back of the neck of the leader.

The captain closed his eyes and remained silent.

Zhu Jin's teeth were clenched, but he turned around and slashed his own armor with his knife! The soldiers who were watching woodenly nearby fell to their knees, and the brave killer even tried to take off Zhu Jin's knife: "We are all begging for a living, why are you making such a fuss!"

Zhu Jin looked down at the muddy water, his eyes dull. He wanted to roar to the sky with anger, and wanted to beat these guys with his sword! He was both civil and military, and was known as a man who could defeat ten thousand men. He would always be the first to fight, and always have a comprehensive plan. If it weren't for these useless warriors holding him back, how could he end up like this!

A good character, being amiable, indifferent, and not showing likes or dislikes, unless it is born with you, requires extraordinary faith and authority to support it. It is difficult to keep it up when things are not going well.

At this time, the saint's voice came from behind Zhu Jin: "What's going on?"

Zhu Jin suddenly sheathed his sword, and all the emotions on his face disappeared the moment he turned around.

"Saint!" Soldiers all around stood up, and those who couldn't stand up raised their hands to salute.

The saint was wearing a straw raincoat, but his bamboo hat was gone. His long, messy hair was draped over his head and shoulders. His chin and armor were soaked by the rain. He sat upright on his horse and walked over. His expression was normal, but the officers and ministers behind him could not hide their ridicule and disdain.

Zhu Jin ignored them, bent his back and trotted forward: "We have fought many battles but failed to win. The saint has wasted his time! Warriors are just claws and teeth. What's the point of not defeating the enemy? Please be at ease. After the military law is implemented, I will bare my body and charge into the battle line. Even the Bian dogs with copper heads and iron brains will be knocked down! This is a fight between spears. The soldiers are extremely dangerous and the battle is extremely fierce. Please retreat and sit on the mountain!"

"What line? This isn't my first time." The saint waved his whip and said, "It's time to sit down and eat."

The soldiers sat down and withdrew their hands.

Zhu Jin stood up and walked towards the captain, cursing. Before he could make the next move, the saint said, "Take it, take it! The weather is not favorable, and it is raining and stormy when the battle comes. Who can help? Not to mention the soldiers, I am also soaked to the skin."

"Get lost!" Zhu Jin grabbed the captain and threw him aside, then turned around and crossed his arms: "In this case, please stay here and watch my army break through the battle line!"

After saying this, the Yan army sounded the order.

The saint looked at the thousands of soldiers and horses whose fighting spirit and physical strength had been exhausted. He forced himself to gather together and raised his hand and said, "Forget it!"

He jumped off his horse, twisted his hair, walked up to Zhu Jin, patted his shoulder and paced in a circle: "Yanzhou warrior, I have seen it clearly, if you really fight, your skills are not bad. If you can't win at the moment, forget it. You have suffered a lot for half a day, go down and find a place to rest, treat your wounds, and eat something hot. I will send troops to replace you!"

Hearing him excuse himself, not only the Yanzhou soldiers who were nearby, but also Zhu Jin were filled with shame: "That's Yuan Zheng and Xu Huaiyu! Zhu's big arms. It was these two thieves who seized Qin Zongquan's eight camps in one day, killed Li Cunxiao in Heyang, first landed in Xuzhou, and defeated my brother and me in Yuncheng! Today, they killed me in Hengshui. I am a good-for-nothing and can't do anything about these two thieves!"

"Yuan Zheng? Xu Huaiyu?" The sage repeated to himself.

I haven't heard of them. But there are so many brave generals in the Bian army, it's normal that I don't know some of them.

"And there are Xiao Hao and Wang Jianji! They are two natural killers, how can they be human! One of them has two short spears, and one turn can kill two people... The other one wears two heavy armors, and moves like a flying bird... I fought with the two thieves, and I was wounded several times in just a few rounds. If my martial arts skills were not good enough, I would not be able to see the saint again! If the two thieves are still in the battle, I don't know how many heroes will be able to get through. Saint, you must not take it lightly. There is also the Bian army formation. If there are hundreds of heavily armed cavalry and archers to help..."

The saint raised his eyebrows suddenly and looked around at the officers behind him: "Who recognizes Wang Jianji and Xiao Hao?"

"I!" Fu Cunshen stepped out of the line. "After Hanzhi's defeat, I fled to Taiyuan with Wang Jianji and others. Later, for some unknown reason, Wang Jianji and Yang Shihou and others came to the Bian army. Xiao Hao is a thief of Cai. When I was working for Zhuge Shuang, I was captured alive by this man. He was about to execute me, but fortunately! Xiao's favorite concubine was saved by me in the chaos of the army. At that time, she found me and pleaded for mercy, so Xiao Hao let me go. These two thieves are strong enough to lift a tripod and are extremely fierce..."

"Who can kill it?"

"I!" Fu Cunshen recommended himself.

"I request your permission!" A large number of officers and generals came out.

"I only need two." The saint gestured and said, "Xianyuan, Wu Erlang, lead Long Jiedu. Shen Xi, remember that there are still 300 people in the Guards Infantry Division who have not moved? I don't need to teach you how to fight. Fu Cunshen, I have other tasks for you..."

The four of them immediately responded. Zhu Jin remained silent, waiting for the assignment. When the assignment was completed, there was a buzz of laughter. Zhu Jin smiled and said nonchalantly, "Okay, Xu Huaiyu can't hold on any longer."

The saint sighed, pressed Zhu Jin's shoulder and pointed at the distant rain and fog: "Zhu Da is even better than his father... I refused to accept the Yanzhou warriors to arrange the central army. Who can't do this job when I command the soldiers? Now I will strengthen Liu Xianyuan, Wu Xiong, and Shen Xi to you. How many rounds do you think Yuan Zheng and Xu Huaiyu will last?"

"Three rounds! Three rounds to capture Xu Huaiyu! Even if I have to break this skin, I will still be in the chaos!"

The saint smiled and said, "You keep saying death... Five of you, I'll just sit here and watch you break through the enemy lines." Zhu Jin immediately prostrated himself, repeatedly bowing his head in the mud and water, "Your kindness from all corners of the country warms my heart! I'll pick up some warriors and mount my horse. We must defeat Xu Huaiyu and Yuan Zheng in five rounds and bring back these two bastards!"

"Do your best. If you lose, come back and regroup to fight again. I'll support you." The saint patted him on the shoulder.

Zhu Jin prostrated himself, holding back his shame and saying, "My mount is too inferior. I only ask for a good horse so that I can kill the dogs of Bian faster!"

The saint shook his hair and hooked his hand behind him: "Qi Qi, Zhu Qing will select the warriors later, you can go to Li Renmei and borrow the mounts according to the number!"

As he spoke, Long Jiedu had already dispatched a thousand cavalrymen. Each of them was as tall as an ox and had a big horse. They were wearing two layers of iron armor and feather helmets. On both sides of their mounts, one side had a cowhide shield. On the other side were red iron maces, swords, bone darts, tooth hammers, sheepskin bags and the like. Sitting on the fierce iron horses with dense manes and fat bodies, they looked like dark iron lumps, the Yin soldiers. Just looking at them was enough to make the new recruits flee.

Zhu Jin bent even lower: "But please watch the battle!"

"I'm waiting for good news... Just do your job. I will fully cooperate with you in whatever you want!" The saint took the stool and sat down leisurely with his legs crossed. Zhao Jia and several lieutenant generals set up a temporary felt tent. He swept the warriors on the ground and said, "I'll take care of everything. Don't panic. After defeating Xu Huaiyu, I'll go back to the general's tent."

"Good saint!"

"The Great Sage is so bold!" There was a cheer.

"Good news! Ashina Yingchen led the Moli Army and the Zhao Army to defeat Zhu Youlun and the four formations of the left wing of the Bian Army! The left wing of the Bian Army is in chaos! Xiao Xiu asks for the next step."

The saint said without even turning his head: "Let Xiao Xiu and Ying Chen handle it themselves!"

"Victory report! Zhao Fu and Wang Zhu have captured Shi Shucong and Shao Zan. The Shi and Shao armies are fighting and retreating, trying to evacuate the battlefield!"

"Got it." The saint threw away his raincoat and strode out of the tent. His expression suddenly became stern. His eyes shot to an officer beside him like lightning and he ordered coldly: "The central army beats the drums and fights again. Let Zhu Youyu's army be destroyed today. Let him die in Hengshui and return our land to me!"

Give me back my homeland, give me back my homeland...Give me back my homeland!
Just these four words made the soldiers subconsciously shout: "Give us back our land!!!"

Zhu Jin was shocked, and he bowed to the ground. Without turning around, he backed out of the saint's sight. When he returned to his unit, he took off his armor and clothes while glaring at everyone: "What are you waiting for? Long Jiejun, come with me! Those who don't want to go can rest. If you have the guts, I only have one word, no matter what's ahead, I will go first. I will dare to ask the saint for any benefit after we enter Luoyang. Those who dare to turn around now know my killing methods!"

In the blink of an eye, hundreds of strong, shirtless men appeared in front of the crowd and climbed onto the good horses borrowed by Mo Zang Qiqi.

"Wait for me to make a move, wait for me to fall in, and then gather together to find a gap in the formation, and compete with Zhu Youyu, the little beast, and Yuan Zheng, Xu Huaiyu, Xiao Hao, Wang Jian and this bunch of enemies! In the future, when we enter Bianzhou, we will take revenge, vent anger, and avenge grievances, and slaughter them all! I will lead you to charge in, believe me! Even if I go to hell, I will still walk in front to explore the way." Zhu Jin grabbed the horse spear, and hit his hairy chest heavily with his right hand. He raised his hand and raised his eyebrows: "Blow the horn, and break through the formation!"

"Charge!" Liu Xianyuan and Wu Xiong threw away their helmets and even took off their armor.

More than a thousand Longjie knights and Zhu Jin's subordinates looked at each other from a distance.

I have no clothes, so I will share my robes with you! When the king raises his army, I will sharpen my spears and halberds, so that we can share the same hatred!

Who says I have no clothes? I will share the same clothes with you! I will mend my spear and halberd, and work with you!
Who says I have no clothes? I will share my clothes with you! I will prepare my armor and weapons, and go with you!
Caught off guard, more than a thousand people shouted at the same time: "Charge!"

The roar washed away the rain and fog, washed away the Hengshui River, and washed away the sky of Henan! The horses and men rumbled and shook, and in a flash, Liu Xianyuan drew out his horse bow, aimed at the position of Sirius, and shot an arrow with a full string, and rushed straight into the sky!

"kill!"

The infantrymen in the rear were already rushing out from the rain, hitting their shields with swords, and they all shouted as one: "Kill!"

"Yes!" Zhu Jin squeezed the horse's belly slightly, and the majestic horse kicked its hind legs and shot out like an arrow!
The hundreds of red-haired men behind Zhu Jin also screamed like ghosts.

"Boom!" Purple thunder exploded, the crackling of horse hooves and the chaotic shouting of killing sounded short and dull, but it was thrilling in the thunder, complementing each other. The rain was getting heavier, and raindrops as big as soybeans hit the fields, creating countless bubbles.

Soon, a human wall was formed in the mist. On a mound stood a man in a red cape. It was Xu Huaiyu, a general under Zhu Youyu. He stood there with his hands on his hips, staring into the mist for a while, then laughed and ordered, "Jin'er is here to die again! Get busy, men... After you've had enough, I'll take out Jin'er's intestines and hang them around my neck!"
Hearing the noise in the distance, the Bian army in the front row widened their eyes through the gaps in their shields: "Naked! Armored! They are going to charge! Charge!"

Zhu Jin kicked the horse violently, staring at the sharp spears sticking out from the shields. His scalp tingled, and he only had time to scream, "Break through the enemy ranks!"

More than a thousand people moved like thunder and rushed forward like lightning: "Breaking the enemy's formation! Breaking the enemy's formation!"

Fortunately, these war horses were carefully selected, otherwise the horses would be afraid of the swords and would instinctively slow down and turn around, which would be impossible.

"Shoot..." A loud shout rang out in the Bian army formation.

But the other party came too fast. In a flash, I saw a group of black insects rolling in front of me like a whirlwind!
"Da da da..." The terrifying formation almost made the front row of the Bian army turn around and leave.

"Puff!" In an instant, blood mist rose, the war horses screamed, and a horse lance pierced through the armor first, piercing a Bian army soldier.

"Bang!" A terrifying and horrifying sound spread out.

With one step and one horse, they collided violently!
Suddenly, people shouted and horses neighed, and all kinds of sharp noises suppressed all other sounds.

Zhu Jin fell off his horse headfirst!

The Bian army soldier who was holding up a large shield to resist him also flew out like a straw with blood gushing out of his mouth. He died on the spot without even a scream, and his corpse knocked down several of his comrades behind him.

"Draw out! Draw out! Fill in the gaps!"

"Don't worry about the people first! Draw the array!!"

"Oh!"

"Oh!"

bang bang bang...

The second rider, the third rider, the fourth rider, the fifth rider, the 170th rider… rushed forward one after another and crashed into the Bian army formation. Every time a rider broke into the formation, the formation loosened a little. When there were more than a thousand riders, except for all those who were shot off their horses by arrows, the Bian army on the gate of the gate was rushed back one after another. The ones at the back were squeezed and had to retreat, and because the speed of those at the back to maintain a distance was not fast enough, they fell down in groups. The Bian soldiers who were knocked away one after another, like meteors, smashed into the formation.

At this moment, the shouting and killing sounded clearly approaching in the rain: "Kill the thieves!"

"Swoosh, swoosh..." Dozens of arrows hit the shield, which was still in chaos, and the enemy was within a hundred steps.

"Everyone, take your positions! The battle begins!"

"General Xiao, do you think this battle can still be fought? I am a nameless soldier, I don't think it can be fought."

"The bastard Xu Huaiyu?!"

"Oh, isn't this Zhu killing his wife? Why, was he forced to charge naked by Emperor Li?"

The two men moved towards each other. Xu Huaiyu took off his helmet and threw it casually, his long sword brushing against his elbow guard, while Zhu Jin also moved as fast as lightning and snatched a pistol!
Liu Xianyuan rolled out of the mud, rolled on the ground a few times, dodged the sharp stabbings, and then jumped up.

"Fool! Prepare to die!" Yuan Zhengmo chopped down on his head with his sword from behind!
"Huh?" Liu Xianyuan put his hands together, did a split, and caught the steel knife with a snap a few inches above his crown.

Wu Xiong is playing against Wang Jianji.

Everyone has his own opponent. Near them, countless chaotic infantrymen and knights roared, shouted, cursed, shouted for fighting and killing, and reminded each other to form a group. Dazzling knives, spears, swords, lances, bows, daggers, flags, axes, whips and maces... The sound of swords being unsheathed, flags being waved, drums being beaten, shouts, footsteps, thunder, and rain resounded along the banks of the Hengshui River.

"Kill!" The dense shouts of killing suddenly became louder.

A lieutenant of the Bian army shouted loudly: "The infantry are coming! Close the gate! Regroup!"

"Too late! Do you understand this? I will fight you hand to hand!"

"Bian Gou! Do you think I look like I used to be?"

"You Sun Ye Ye is so hot!"

How vast! The river is winding, the mountains are tangled. It is dark and miserable, the wind is sad and the sun is setting. The weeds are broken and the grass is withered, it is as cold as a frosty morning. The birds cannot fly down, and the beasts are dead. The souls are gathered and the sky is heavy, the ghosts and gods gather and the clouds are thick. The drums are weak and the power is exhausted, the arrows are exhausted and the strings are broken.

What a magnificent and heroic Tiance Army!
The swords broke in the fierce clash of blades, and the two armies were fighting a life-and-death battle!
(End of this chapter)