Turbulent Times Chapter 1387: Terrible

Li Shimin, who was not far from Wang Junlin, saw that the Far Eastern Army's thousand cavalry were no match for the same number of Turkic cavalry. Although his face was solemn, he was relieved in his heart, thinking that the Far Eastern Army was not invincible. It's just that the infantry battle formation is indeed powerful against cavalry, but it also has limitations. If he turns against Wang Junlin in the future and leads the army to fight the Far East Army, it is not certain who will win!

Li Shimin was eager to try and increase his troops to help Luo Shixin. But when he turned his head towards Wang Junlin, Wang Junlin seemed to have guessed what he wanted to say, shook his head slightly at him, and said in a low voice: "Although Luo Shixin will not win against the Turks for a while, he will never lose to the Turks. And overall, the Turks are at a disadvantage.”

When Li Shimin heard the words and looked over, he couldn't help screaming inwardly. It turned out that without knowing it, the Turkic army behind who had not participated in the battle advanced dozens of steps forward, and seeing the expressions and behaviors of those Turkic people from a distance, they were all terrified. due to the following.

The Turkic people were far more frightened than the Sui army, so Li Shimin realized that the thousand Turkic cavalry were probably the legendary Golden Wolf Guards of the Turkic court.

Now the Turkic people are actually a little impatient, but they are afraid that the main force of the Sui army has not moved, and they are not willing to easily put their troops into battle first.

Wang Junlin also understood in his heart that this kind of hand-to-hand combat is a comparison of physical strength and willpower. Whichever side supports to the end and still has fresh troops to join the battle, whichever side is the final winner. If they rushed the main force into the battle, under normal circumstances, the Turkic army would definitely win in the end, but now that Nie Xiaoyu exists, it is naturally abnormal.

So, Wang Junlin was very calm, picked up the binoculars and continued to watch the specific battle.

I saw Luo Shixin's battle robe was completely stained with blood, holding a horse in his left hand and a sword in his right, rushing back and forth among the chaotic army, he didn't feel tired at all, he only picked the leader of the Turkic cavalry to kill him Killing seven or eight Turkic leaders caused a lot of trouble for the command of the thousand Turkic cavalry.

This battle lasted for more than two hours from the beginning of the Shen Dynasty to the beginning of the Xu Dynasty.

I can see the people on both sides

Lips were parched, and everyone on the Sui Army's side saw that Wang Junlin was as motionless as a wooden sculpture, so they had to endure it forcefully.

The Turkic army has always wanted to fight, but was suppressed by Shibi Khan, and they did not act rashly.

Both sides refused to show weakness and refused to withdraw their troops first, so they had no choice but to stop fighting until it was completely dark.

Wang Junlin led the army back to the camp forty miles away.

In this day's battle, although the two sides did not invest many troops, the intensity of the battle was unprecedented for many soldiers. In the **** battle for half a day, Luo Shixin's men were killed or injured in total more than 300 people, and the Turks suffered almost 400 losses.

Except for Luo Shixin who knew what Wang Junlin meant, the Sui army was full of doubts, wondering what Wang Junlin meant by what he did today.

As for the Turkic side, Shibi Khan's strange behavior made the Turkic people puzzled, but there is nothing unreasonable in the whole process today.

After Wang Junlin led the army to retreat, the Turkic army continued to attack Yanmen City.

The bows and arrows at the top of the city never stopped, rolling logs and rocks were thrown from the city wall like raindrops, mixed with fuel oil and hot water, and the stretching city walls were covered with Yaksha swords inlaid with sharp knives or barbs , Soldiers wielding long forks were occasionally shot by arrows and fell into a pool of blood. Fierce and turbulent shouts and battle sounds were mixed in the wind and snow all over the sky, spreading across the entire city wall.

A large number of wounded were carried down, resigned to fate, and the weak were dying anytime and anywhere. The people in Yanmen City who knew some medical skills had all been mobilized or forcibly recruited. It has been a day and a night without any rest, everyone is exhausted to the extreme, and they are even more embarrassed, with other people's blood on their foreheads and faces, desperately and numbly treating each wounded soldier.

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Outside Yanmen City, Shibi Khan was riding a horse, looking at the fierce battlefield ahead from afar. The three colors of red, white and scorched black almost filled everything in front of them. At this time, a group of elite warriors and the defenders who had finally rushed to the top of the city began to fight fiercely, which lasted for a long time

In time, the gap they had finally broken through was snatched away by the guards of a thousand Sui emperors.

Although the defenders of Yanmen City are getting thinner and thinner, and every Turkic feels that they can break through the city at any time, seven and a half days have passed since Wang Junlin led the reinforcements for the first time. More than 50,000 people were killed and injured, and there are more than 20,000 wounded who have basically lost their fighting power.

This war was inexplicably fought so fiercely, but none of the Turkic people had thought of it before, and with such a large casualty, they didn't know how long they would have to fight before they could see the signs of victory.

A clever leader of the Turkic tribe vaguely felt that this had something to do with Shibi Khan's recent command. He was able to break through the city several times. Either Wang Junlin led the Sui reinforcements to appear suddenly, or Shibi Khan suddenly withdrew his troops. Although there seems to be a certain reason every time, it is too coincidental.

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The battle in the night gradually stopped, and the smell of blood and scorched smell filled the air. The defender sat down inside the city wall, and there was sticky blood on the wall.

Of the 80,000 forbidden troops and 20,000 county soldiers who entered the city at the beginning, there are only 10,000 left now, and the city has long ceased to be as noisy as it used to be. Separated by a wall, blood and corpses piled up under the city wall.

At this time, together with the Turkic camp in the distance, they also fell silent.

In the thick and towering city walls, gray and white colors render everything, and there are occasional red flames, which don't look bright.

The entire Yanmen City was immersed in the sorrow of death and could not recover. The men of the military households in the city died, and the crying of women and children continued. Some people who helped also died, and the family crawled under the city wall and wept miserably.

Zhang Jike stood in the courtyard where he temporarily lived, listening to these cries, watching some people looking for their own men among the corpses, with a complicated expression, and muttering to himself: "My lord wants to make the Turkic army as possible as possible." Stay, but the price is that the defenders in Yanmen City will be killed or injured?"

At this moment, if Zhang Jike felt something, he looked up and saw a black shadow swooping down from the sky and landed in the back house of his yard.