Chapter 26 First Battle with Wang Bo

In the night, Yang Yuanqing had taken off his purple official robe, put on his bright light armor, wore an eagle-edged helmet, and held a spear in his hand. He looked at the rushing bandits in a cold manner. He shook his head gently. There were only 4,000 people in total, and he even scattered his troops to surround the village, afraid that he would run away. What do they think the four hundred cavalry are, are they roe deer, cattle and sheep?

"General, what a fucking group of mobs!" Zhang Sheng, the leader of the personal guard, couldn't help but curse. "

"Don't underestimate the enemy!"

Yang Yuanqing scolded him, and he looked back at the four hundred subordinates, each with full spirit, bright armor, holding a sharp spear in his hands, and his eyes flashed with a desire for war.

Yang Yuanqing's eyes fell on more than a dozen censors, and more than a dozen censors also changed into armor and held battle swords. Although they were not much different from soldiers outside, the tension and timidity were fully revealed in their eyes.

"Protect the officials and rush out first!"

Yang Yuanqing waved his long spear, "Brothers, come with me!"

He urged the horse to rush forward first, and four hundred cavalry guarded the twelve censors followed closely, like a sharp spear, rushing straight to the bandits a hundred steps away. Yang Yuanqing took the lead, like the sharpest spear tip, the sound of horse hooves was like thunder, and the stormy horse shadows rushed into the enemy group in an instant.

"Kill!" Yang Yuanqing roared, and the war horses passed over the head of the bandits, and the sky-breaking spear stabbed towards a bandit general. The bandit general was caught off guard and pierced through the chest by a spear. He was raised high in the air. Yang Yuan waved his long spear and threw the body away. The huge spear head waved left and right, breaking the heads of several bandit soldiers. He galloped on his horse and chopped and assassinated the whole way. Wherever he passed, corpses were everywhere, blood mist was everywhere, killing a bloody road.

The bandits were frightened by the fierce killing. When they saw his war horses rushing towards him, they stumbled to flee on both sides, giving up a path like shattering waves. In a moment, Yang Yuanqing led the cavalry out of the encirclement. He looked back and saw more than 400 subordinates and twelve censors.

Yang Yuanqing immediately ordered a team to lead fifty cavalry guards to the county town first. He just saw the three words "Zhi Shilang" on the banner of the bandits. This was Wang Bo's team. At this moment, Yang Yuanqing no longer wanted to leave. He wanted Wang Bo and Shandong thieves to remember his name. The latest chapter of the Holy Temple

Yang Yuanqing turned around and looked at his subordinates. Under the moonlight, he saw excited and expectant eyes flashing in the eyes of the 350 cavalrymen. He nodded and said loudly: "Line in line, prepare for the fight!"

Three hundred and fifty cavalry were arranged in a row, quickly in seven rows, in a neat manner, like a tight fist, waiting to fight the bandits with murderous intent.

It was not until the officers and soldiers broke out of the encirclement that Wang Bo realized that he had made a big mistake. The troops he brought were not enough to allow him to surround the village. The circle was too large and the number of troops was divided. However, the opponent was cavalry, one-on-one. His infantry was not an opponent at all, so the officers and soldiers easily rushed out of the encirclement.

Wang Bo felt annoyed in his heart, depressed by his over-imminent anxiety, but soon, his annoyance turned into a surprise. The other party did not escape, but instead mobilized the troops to fight him.

"Boss, it's a little wrong!"

His men discovered something was wrong with the other party, and pointed at the officers and soldiers hundreds of steps away, "Look over there!"

Wang Bo had already seen that under the cold moonlight, a team of neat cavalry was stationed quietly in the wilderness, with shiny armor, like a piece of extremely hard cold iron, with murderous aura, making people shudder.

Wang Bo also felt a little doubt in his heart. In the past two years, he had also contacted some county soldiers in Lu County, Langya County, and Jibei County. These officers and soldiers had not fought for decades. In addition to being more well-equipped, their morale and combat power were the same as theirs, and they were even worse than his subordinates.

But the cavalry in front of them was completely different. The murderous intent on them made them only have more than 300 people, but they seemed to be thousands of people.

"Boss, we caught the village chief, he knows the situation!"

Several soldiers brought the inner captain whom they found from the village. The inner captain was so scared that he was trembling all over and could not walk on the road, and he was almost being slapped by the bandits.

Wang Bo raised his chin with a whip and asked gloomyly: "I'll ask you, who is the leader of this officer and soldier?"

"The surname is Yang... He is the Censor!" said the eldest son in the inner court in a trembling voice.

"The surname is Yang, the Censor?"

Wang Bo thought intently, was startled and blurted out, "Yang Yuanqing!"

The confidant officer next to him was so scared that he took two steps back. Is it the Yang Yuanqing, who claimed to be the world's number one arrow and wiped out 100,000 Hu soldiers in Fengzhou?

Wang Bo whipped the officer with a backhand, stared at him fiercely and said, "No, don't say it!"

Wang Bo now understood why Liu Badao did not dare to steal the cavalry's horse. It turned out that the general led by the other side was actually Yang Yuanqing. He hated and regretted Liu Badao for cheating him behind his back. He regretted that he had not found out in advance and went down the mountain rashly.

Wang Bo glanced at the other side's more than 300 cavalry, then looked back at his army, sighing in his heart. Now that he retreated, he would inevitably be chased by the other side, and was defeated. He could only bite the bullet and fight with the other side, with ten enemies, and one against one. If he could defeat Yang Yuanqing or even kill him, he would be famous all over the world. Thinking of this, Wang Bo felt a little courage in his heart.

He turned around and shouted loudly: "Everyone lined up and prepared to fight!"

This time he did not dare to disperse the army anymore, but gathered the army together and prepared to fight a tough battle with more than 300 cavalry from the other side.

The bandits gathered from all directions, and the guard leader Zhang Sheng whispered to Yang Yuanqing: "General, why not take advantage of their assembly before it is stable..."

Yang Yuanqing looked at the opponent's loose formation and sneered: "Do you don't need to use any sneak attacks to deal with such a mob, so as not to cut off my name."

The four thousand bandits quickly assembled. Wang Bo did not give his subordinates the opportunity to hesitate and timidly. He waved his sword and said, "Kill it!"

Thousands of bandit soldiers carried wooden sticks and spears in their hands, rushed up like a tide, killing the officials and cavalry three hundred steps away.

"Row double rows of arrow formations!"

At Yang Yuanqing's order, 350 cavalrymen quickly formed a team, arranged in two rows, in arc shape. Among the 350 cavalrymen, one hundred were the most elite of the Fengzhou army, and the other 250 were also the elite of the imperial guards. Everyone was skilled in bows and horses and well-trained. The cavalrymen all took bows and arrows and prepared to shoot.

The rushing bandits were getting closer and closer, and they had already rushed into a hundred steps. Yang Yuanqing also opened his bow and slowly pulled the bow. When the string was loosened, a wolf-toothed arrow shot out like lightning. A horse-headed officer was shot through the throat with an arrow, screamed and turned over and fell off the horse.

Yang Yuanqing's arrow was an order. Three hundred and fifty cavalrymen shot arrows together, and arrows were intensively shot at the bandits. The bandits basically had no armor and were in large numbers. Only a scream could be heard. A large number of bandits fell down, and more than 200 people were killed or injured in the first round of arrows.

However, the casualties of more than 200 people had no effect on the 4,000 tribes. The crowd continued to rush forward, with spears densely filled with killings, and shouts of killing were shocking. At fifty steps, the Sui cavalry shot out the second round of bows and arrows. Hundreds of arrows flew through the air and shot into the crowd. There was another scream. This time, the bandits began to be timid, their paces were obviously slowing down, and their fighting spirit was rapidly fading.

Immediately afterwards, Yang Yuanqing waved his hand and the cavalry quickly retreated dozens of steps back. The third round, the fourth round, the fifth round, and the fifth round, and five consecutive rounds of arrows were shot out. The casualties of the bandits had reached nearly 20%, and more than 700 people.

20% of the casualties had begun to affect the morale of the Sui army, not to mention the rebels with extremely poor training levels. They were greatly impacted by witnessing their companions dying by their side, while the other party was full of armor, well-equipped and murderous cavalry. The bandits were exhausted and quickly collapsed. Who knew who turned around first, but thousands of bandits shouted and turned around and fled.

Yang Yuanqing waved his sword and shouted loudly, "Kill!"

Three hundred and fifty cavalry suddenly started, with their hooves sounded like thunder. They waved swords and spears and rushed into the bandits. More than 3,000 bandits fled in all directions, crying and shouting, but the cavalry were ruthless and slashed the spears. This battle killed blood, corpses everywhere, and countless surrendered.

Wang Bo has been at the end of the team. When the officers and soldiers left two rounds of arrows and shot the third round of arrows, he knew that the situation was hopeless. At the moment when his troops collapsed, he turned around and fled, leading more than a hundred personal soldiers to Changbai Mountain.

"Stop chasing!"

Yang Yuanqing ordered the pursuit to stop and gather the surrendered soldiers. He strangled his horse and looked around. In the night sky, the wilderness of a hundred acres were lying everywhere, and many wounded soldiers were moaning and begging in the blood.

Yang Yuanqing has been fighting for many years and has long been as hard as iron. Although these thieves are farmers who are forced to go to the forefront, they are not doing things for heaven, fighting officers and soldiers and robbing official grains. Their targets are aimed at the weaker and more innocent people. They plunder and kill people, and they are also ruthless when they are levied. Yang Yuanqing has no mercy on these thieves. This is an era of prey on the weak and strong. Only with blood can we wash away the violence of this era.

Soon a soldier came forward to report: "Report to the general, he killed two thousand thieves, captured more than one thousand people, and fled less than a thousand people."

"How are the casualties of brothers?"

"Nine brothers were killed and fourteen were injured!"

Yang Yuanqing nodded and immediately ordered, "Cleaning up supplies, collecting weapons, and buried the bodies of all the dead in battle!"

At this time, a team of cavalry rushed towards the distance, with about 500 people. The leader was Zhang Xutuo, the governor of Qi County. He received the news that thousands of bandits were going down the mountain and headed towards the Yellow River. He guessed that Wang Bo might be coming to deal with Yang Yuanqing. He was shocked and led his army to support him.

He caught several fleeing thieves on the road. He learned that the thieves had been defeated and more than 4,000 people were defeated by Yang Yuanqing's more than 300 cavalrymen. He felt relieved.

In the darkness, Yang Yuanqing had already come to greet him, and immediately bowed to him from a distance: "Master, please receive a gift from my disciple!"

Zhang Xutuo met his beloved disciple again, and he was extremely happy. He stroked his beard and laughed, "Yuan Qing, is this the meeting gift you gave me?"

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