Chapter 421

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The cavalry of Shanzi camp spun out from behind the high slope, followed the red horse and rushed towards the rebel camp. At this time, Luo Xiaotu's heavy horse had broken through half the camp, and almost all the rebels gathered in the West for final resistance. At least 30% of the people have lost their courage, left their weapons and fled in all directions.

They were not soldiers. The rebels put knives on their shoulders and forced them to leave their hometown. Homes are gone, houses are set on fire and crops are razed to the ground. His wife, children and parents do not know where they have been exiled, and their hearts have never been calm.

More than 200000 troops, what a brilliant number.

Twenty miles of camps, what a huge building.

But all this seemed so fragile in front of the five thousand heavy riders. Luo Xiaotu's heavy cavalry never encountered any decent obstacles after breaking through the gun array. Those rebels who have lost their courage will only turn around and run away. But they were so humble that they forgot not to expose their backs to the enemy.

Luo Xiaotu made a gesture as he rode forward, and the soldiers behind him immediately shouted, "change the knife!"

With this cry, the heavy cavalry behind hung the heavy horse on the winning hook and pulled out the crossbar from the waist. Facing the rebel soldiers who had no resistance, they just bent down and cut their backs.

Liu Shuo, still standing on the wooden wall, was expressionless and looked at his men and horses scattered like sheep.

"It's over!"

Hard to squeeze out two words from his throat, so bitter.

Wen Xiaodao's infantry poured into the camp like the tide behind the heavy horse, killing people like hemp. All the rebel soldiers who stood in front of them, whether they had surrendered on their knees or ran away, were chopped to death with a knife. The left avant-garde soldiers smiled ferociously, grabbed the hair of the rebels who fell to the ground, wiped it around their necks with knives, cut off their heads, and then tied their hair to their belts.

The left avant-garde soldiers who rushed in had several heads around their waist.

Blood flowed down their clothes, and they didn't care.

Wen Xiaodao has not seen such an exciting scene for a long time, so Luo Xiaotu's unhappiness that robbed him of his credit has also been diluted. He likes to kill and watch others kill.

He likes the moment when the blade wipes his neck and the blood sprays out like a waterfall, especially in the sun, the color of the blood will appear so pure. He likes the temperature of blood, with cold life in the slight scald.

He would never restrain his men from killing.

The difference between him and Luo Xiaotu is that Luo Xiaotu doesn't like anything. Wen Xiaodao even suspects that Luo Xiaotu doesn't even have feelings. Luo Xiaotu only killed those who stopped in front of him. When he rode again and charged, he would not give way even if his own people were in front of him. He will not deliberately kill people. When victory comes, he will naturally stop. He was even less interested in killing prisoners.

Luo Yao once said that Luo Xiaotu's eyes will always look straight ahead, will not turn or shrink back. The direction he sees is always the closest route to success, and nothing is closer to the goal than a straight line.

Wen Xiaodao enjoys the fun of war and the picture of blood flowing.

Liu Shuo gathered almost all his troops and did not block the left avant-garde. The general trend is gone. Because of this, when Fang Xie rushed into the rebel camp with shanziying cavalry, he didn't even encounter any resistance. The cavalry rushed in, rubbing the bodies of the deserters of the rebels. The deserters did not even lift their heads.

Some people saw the cavalry in left avant-garde fine armor rush over, subconsciously throw away their weapons and kneel down to beg for mercy. But they found that the cavalry had no interest in them and turned a blind eye. The garrison on the wooden wall had already run down, and no one wanted to stay and die.

The cavalry of Shanzi camp ran amok in the camp. They only set fire, but rarely killed people. Unless they are still resisting, they don't even bother to lift their knives.

Soon, the fire in the east of the camp burned. The firelight is the weapon to destroy the last line of defense in the rebel heart, and the panic spread like a plague.

"Dongdaying is also broken! Run for your lives!"

"Run to the north gate, run to the north gate!"

"No more fighting, I'll never fight again!"

Such cries filled people's ears, but everyone seemed to hear nothing. They just want to escape and live.

Fang Xie rushed in the camp for nearly half an hour, and finally saw a camp in front of him, with some troops gathered outside. From a distance, I saw that behind the soldiers was a high pile of straw, a huge tent and countless carts.

"Right ahead!"

He pointed the Chaolu sword forward and urged the horse to rush towards the baggage. The cavalry of Shanzi camp became excited and roared with pride. When the rebels outside the baggage camp saw the left avant-garde cavalry rushing over, someone subconsciously began to shoot arrows, and most people thought... Run!

"Open the camp door, or there will be no amnesty!"

Chen Moshan yelled at the trembling rebels. The rebels looked at each other. They didn't know who knelt down first and threw away their weapons. Immediately after the sound of clatter, most of them lost their weapons. Fang Xie knew that the rebels at this time had been scared out of their courage. How could they miss this opportunity to frighten. He ordered his own soldiers to rush over and kill anyone who did not lose his weapons.

"Move!"

Fang Xie looked at the mountain like supplies and smiled.

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The rebels are poor in equipment, not food. Fang Xie doesn't intend to return to the left avant-garde. If he wants to lead the team, he can't lack food. Feather arrow, crossbow arrow, these consumables also need to be supplemented. There seems to be no other way to get it except to rob it. If you want to take a road that doesn't depend on others, you don't want to make it difficult after you start.

"Looking for winter clothes!"

Fang Xie shouted, and the cavalry of Shanzi camp immediately scattered and rushed out to find something useful.

It's autumn, and it will be cold in the northwest soon. Fang Xie pulled out the team and couldn't let the soldiers suffer with him. If you want soldiers to return, you can't just be bound by military laws.

"Chen Dongshan!"

Fang Xie pointed to the carriages and shouted, "two hundred people, drive the carriage first, whether it's useful or not."

Chen Dongshan answered and immediately sent someone to drive the carriage. The soldiers of Shanzi camp enjoyed this tension for the first time, which was completely different from the feeling of looting the he people. It's like a giant bullying a child to attack the he people. Robbing things from the rebel camp is like stealing jewelry under the wings of a dragon.

This feeling made them very excited, looking for something they could use with light in their eyes. Shanzi camp came in at the right time. The whole western half of the camp had been in a mess. The elite of the left avant-garde turned half of the camp upside down, and the heavy cavalry looking for the baggage camp was like an iron plow, searching in the camp again and again.

"Be fast, don't be too greedy!"

Chen Moshan pulled down the bamboo bow held in the arms of a cavalry: "what's the use of these things! Pick up what we can use, the cart is full of grain, and drive away as many as we can, and then winter clothes, feather arrows, what do we want for what we can't use!"

The soldier blushed, ran back, tied four or five bundles of feather arrows to his horse, and then rushed out to find something else.

"Go!"

Fang Xie stood high and saw a piece of smoke floating in the West. He knew that the left avant-garde was coming: "go now. If you don't want to be trampled into meat and mud by the heavy cavalry, leave quickly!"

The cavalry of Shanzi camp immediately ran back, and everyone was covered with things on their horses.

"Unfortunately, if there is a rope, I will run with the baggage camp!"

A soldier shouted excitedly and regretfully. He looked back at the things he didn't have time to take away. He didn't give up in his eyes.

"Shit, sooner or later it's Lao Tzu's!"

He spat and hurried the horse out.

Fang Xie liked this attitude. He gradually asked the soldiers of Shanzi camp to gradually distinguish themselves from the left avant-garde. He never made a tough announcement, but used his usual words to guide the soldiers, let them slowly accept that they are Fang Xie's soldiers, and gradually forget that they are Luo Yao's soldiers.

It was not long before Shanzi camp left the baggage camp that Luo Xiaotu's heavy horse arrived.

Looked at the empty baggage camp, and then saw the dust and smoke in the distance. Luo Xiaotu's eyebrows slightly picked. It seemed that he hesitated, but he didn't order the pursuit. No matter how much shanziying took, it was only a drop in the bucket for the baggage of more than 200000 troops.

He ran for dozens of miles at a time and didn't stop until he reached qinghekou. Fang Xie arranged a guard, and then took the officers into the town quickly. The town is dilapidated. When the rebels pass by, they loot it all. The men are taken away and become soldiers. The children, the elderly and women flee. They don't know where they have gone.

Chen Xiaoru came to meet Fang Xie with his flying fish robe and bowed to him. Fang Xie smiled at Chen Xiaoru and said, "today you have made great contributions, and your benefits will be indispensable in the future."

Chen Xiaoru smiled and said, "only by counting the days do we know that today is the Mid Autumn Festival. Why don't you reward your subordinate Chang'e?"

Fang Xie said as he walked, "Chang'e doesn't have one. Choose one of the rabbit and Wu Gang."

Chen Xiaoru smiled: "forget it..."

"Where is Lu Fenghou?"

Fang Xie asked.

"Tied in the yard"

"Let the people of Huangyang road gather!"

Fang Xie gave an order and turned to the open space outside the town.

Not long after, four thousand people of Huangyang road lined up outside the town. Because the people in the bodyguard tied Lu Fenghou, they seemed to be dissatisfied, and the crowd talked about it one after another. When they saw Fang Xie coming with a cold face, they immediately calmed down.

"Originally, I didn't hold much hope for you. Originally, I didn't treat you as regular soldiers. Originally, I didn't think how good you could do. My expectation is very low, but you still let me down!"

Fang Xie climbed to the height and glanced at the people Yong: "if you want to stay, just stand still. If you want to go away, take off your armor and leave! What I need is not a mob, but a group of soldiers who at least know to obey orders!"

"Do you think you have won the war? Do you feel proud?"

Fang Xie snorted coldly: "Today's battle could have been more beautiful because you didn't obey orders and almost killed everyone! That's the same sentence. I don't ask anyone to follow me. If you're willing to go now! Don't wait until someone kills me, I have to dig a hole and bury your bones! See what the cavalry brought back? That's the reward for winning the war. But you can't help yourself I think, if there were no cavalry, you could still stand here and be unconvinced by what I said? "

The bound Lu Fenghou stood below, his face red and white.

"Lu Fenghou!"

Fang Xie looked at the man with a scar on his face: "how many times have I told you?"

"Three times..."

Lu Fenghou raised his head and soon lowered his head.

"You can say that you are not a soldier of the great Sui Dynasty, so there is no need to abide by the military laws of the great Sui Dynasty. But now that you follow me, you must abide by my military laws! Do you know what to do if you don't listen to orders?!"

"I... know I'm wrong."

"Know your mistake?"

Fang Xie looked at him coldly: "there are some mistakes. You can't get others' understanding if you know your mistakes. Where are the soldiers? Take off this man's clothes, punish him with a staff of 30, and blast him out of the team! I don't want any such waste!"

"Here!"

Several soldiers rushed up at once, and Lu Fenghou's face turned pale in an instant.

"General... Give me a break! I'm not a waste. I can kill the enemy and plead guilty!"

With a plop, the man knelt down and touched his head to the ground.