Chapter 902: The Killing of Swords as Light as Water
"Furious Wind, submit to me!"
Gongsun Xu laughed wildly and tried his best to drive the white horse forward. Although he was better at controlling the nimble white horse, speed was the white horse's instinct.
The so-called swift white horse is just a deeper exploration of this instinct. This galloping itself is the ultimate pursuit of the white horse, and it is also the whole meaning of the birth of this type of soldier.
As the ultimate light cavalry, speed is something that is integrated into the white horse's instinct. Once the distance is lengthened and they charge without restraint, the white horse will shed all shackles, run faster and faster, and then start to increase its speed without limit.
The extremely high speed made all the White Horse Guards almost unable to make any sound, and then after they leaped with all their might, they completely crossed the invisible line.
At this moment, all the Baima Yicong soldiers could clearly feel the changes in the wind. They could truly control the wind. They were the masters of the wind.
"Wherever justice leads, life and death will follow! Heaven can bear witness, and the white horse is the witness!"
The sound that was originally almost impossible to transmit, along with the moment when the Baima Yicong truly controlled the wind, spread out as mighty as thunder, covering dozens of miles, and even Ganasis in the distance could hear this sound.
"Not good!" Although Ganasis didn't know what happened, it was obviously not a good thing.
"The Seventh Eagle Flag, move at full speed!" Ganasis subconsciously sent the fastest cavalryman among the current Eagle Flags forward.
And the moment he gave the order, the wind surged along with the white horse, and the rumbling thunder, accompanied by the pure white waves, surged towards the barbarians from the horizon.
"Shoot, shoot!"
In the chaos, the Scythian archers began to counterattack spontaneously. As the most qualified group among the barbarians, they fully understood the consequences of allowing cavalry to get close.
After they reacted, they immediately chose to launch a covering rain of arrows. As for aiming, the speed of the White Horse Volunteers from a black dot to the size of a human was just a breath away, so they could only take the most stupid method.
"Wind! Strong wind!"
Seeing the sparse rain of arrows falling towards them from the sky, the Baima Yicong remained unmoved.
When they reached great speed, the strong wind naturally became their barrier.
The air currents surrounded them, creating an optical camouflage effect that looked like a space distortion, subtly concealing their figures.
They changed the trajectory of the wind above their heads, so that the arrows no longer had any effect on them and all fell into the air.
Before the Scythian archers could panic, the white horse had arrived and raised its butcher knife.
In just a moment, less than a breath of time, before the previous rain of arrows had even completely landed, the butcher knives of the White Horse Volunteers cut through the only remaining structure of Western Xuya, and also announced the beginning of the complete collapse of the barbarian army.
At that moment, the sword flashed brightly and blood splattered. In nearly three breaths, the white horse went from the entrance to the farthest end of the barbarian army.
At a distance of nearly two thousand meters, they were cut by the white horse's butcher knife. During the process, no matter whether they were Gallic cavalry, Anges heavy infantry, or Scythian archers, no matter they were miscellaneous soldiers or talented elites, facing the dazzling knife light that flashed by and cut both people and horses into pieces, everything became a joke.
Before the barbarians even had time to react, the environment they were in turned into a living hell.
A straight line appeared. After the white horse rushed past, only body parts were left all over the ground, and even the smelly blood splashed on the barbarians at the edge of the line. Only then did they react.
This is the swift white horse, the white army that the barbarians fear the most, and a true killing force.
The limit of light cavalry, the adjective of speed, the epitome of killing efficiency, the White Horse Volunteers!
Even in this world, the morale tolerance is greatly increased.
But the instant slaughter of one-tenth of their number was enough to cause the collapse of any non-top elite legion, not to mention that the barbarians were already in chaos.
The rout began, even the citizen army that was caught up in the barbarians was the same. When the white horse rushed over just now, it didn't care who you were.
The leader of the Citizens' Corps was cut into pieces by the sword light as sharp as water.
Feeling the still warm blood splashing on his body, he looked at the people, horses, and weapons in front of him, all chopped into several pieces, with some of the limbs even twitching and shaking slightly under the influence of the nerves. The purgatory-like scene overwhelmed all his rationality.
The inevitable rout and escape began, and the barbarians fell into complete chaos. The only thing that remained in the minds of all the barbarians who saw it was the pale fear.
Fear is contagious, and the barbarians subconsciously want to stay away from the white horse, the farther the better.
But who in the world can run faster than a white horse?
As soon as the barbarians began to flee, the white horse cut in again.
Once again, as the barbarians fled in all directions, it was like a paintbrush casually brushing past, brushing away the white and leaving only pure red.
At this moment, anyone who saw this scene, whether it was the officers or soldiers of the Han Dynasty, felt chilled to the bone, and the barbarians lost their courage, leaving only the rumbling thunder of white horses trampling on the battle formation.
If there were any mixed Hu people, they would definitely tell the barbarians that they must not retreat in front of the white horse. Once they retreat, the shadow of death would instantly cover everyone.
"It's over! Get ready. There are too many barbarians. It's almost time for the White Horse Volunteers to split up. By then, their lethality will be greatly reduced, and we can start fighting together."
Zhuge Liang shook his head. No matter how many times he watched it, he felt that the efficient killing method of the White Horse Volunteers was against the will of heaven. Even someone with a temperament like him felt a little frightened.
Only a brave and fearless army can resist such killing, but how can a defeated army be brave and fearless? The White Horse’s ability to attack is average, but it is the best in the world at killing defeated soldiers, it is really too fast.
It is especially better when the defeat turns into escape and the fighting on the battlefield turns into a pursuit.
Because for the white horse, it will definitely die faster if it faces its opponent from behind. As for running away, that's a joke. Who can run faster than a white horse?
To be honest, even if the Yulin Army was here at this moment, they wouldn't kill as quickly as the Baima Yicong.
If we have to say that there is anyone who kills faster than these White Horse Volunteers, it can only be the three-talented White Horse Volunteers in Gongsun Zan's hands.
Only a white horse can be faster than a white horse.
After the barbarians were completely turned into defeated soldiers, the Baima Yicong basically no longer maintained the kind of coordinated team-leading and strangling, and instead formed groups of three or five people to chase and hack and kill.
It was at this time that the White Horse's killing efficiency began to decline, and friendly forces were able to participate in the fight. If it were at the same speed as before, the friendly forces would have only been chopped to pieces.
In that state, the white horses had no way of distinguishing between friend and foe. In their sight, there were only light bars. They didn't need their eyes to kill people, they just relied on their feelings and the wind.
When the Seventh Eagle Flag arrived, a bloodbath was witnessed.
Those barbarians who were fleeing in all directions seemed to have seen a savior. They no longer fled blindly, but rushed towards the Seventh Eagle Flag frantically.
The commander of the Seventh Eagle Flag felt his scalp tingling. To be honest, he seemed to have heard of this scene before.
It seems that the previous legion commander died at the hands of a legion that came and went like the wind. Although that one was only gold and this one was white, it felt wrong no matter how I looked at it.
"The Eagle Flag Legion is back. Let's retreat. We have gained enough advantage. If we continue to fight, we will be in a fight to the death."
Zhuge Liang said lightly, and then directly ordered a retreat.
Their ambush is a way of using the strong to defeat the weak. If they really fight to the death with the Eagle Flag Legion, it will not be worth it.
The commander of the Seventh Legion thought for a moment and decided not to chase after him.
Their entire army was in a state of being hunted, and if it dragged on for too long, they would be caught by the Parthian army again.
So while he was gathering the barbarian troops, he sent people to quickly pass the message back to Ganasis.
…
When Ganasis and his men retreated to the river bank, they learned of the barbarians' losses and were almost furious.
That's more than 40,000 people. Without so many people, the already stretched defense would become even more difficult.
I had originally planned to continue hanging around here for a while, but now it seems that the best option is to retreat directly to the mountains.
"Are you all pigs?" Ganasis scolded his barbarian legion commander madly in their temporary base .
Being ambushed during the retreat was certainly unexpected, but the barbarians performed too poorly. If they had handled it calmly, no big problem would have occurred. However, they were defeated by the Han army. This result made Ganasis heartbroken. What kind of pig teammates were these?
The scolded Barbarian Legion Captains remained silent. They knew that this was stupid, but they were terrified of the Pure White Legion from the bottom of their hearts. Even many Barbarian soldiers would hold their heads in pain when they saw the color white.
The scene of hell on earth was so cruel that they had no way to eliminate the fear in their hearts.
Ganasis had no choice but to retreat. Morale was unstable and manpower was insufficient. Even if he had supernatural powers, he would not be able to do anything special, let alone he did not have supernatural powers.
So he could only choose to trade space for time, but in order to delay more time, he still chose to deploy some suspicious troops, intending to confuse Parthia and take the opportunity to delay more time.
However, Fars Sassanid obviously did not buy it and he decided to force a crossing of the river.
Ever since Zhuge Liang proposed the possibility of flooding the entire army, Fars Sassanids dreamed of being flooded.
Compared with the annihilation of the entire army, Fars Sassanid did not care about the casualties of only a thousand people. Moreover, according to the theory that speed is of the essence in war, forcing a river crossing is the best way.
As for how Rome would respond, the Fars Sassanids didn't care at all. As long as the army crossed the river, even if the other side started digging, they, Parthia, would not suffer much loss.
At a time like this, the more you care about the losses, the greater the losses will be. As an excellent general, he is too cruel.
What's more, Zhuge Liang brought him good news. The Han Dynasty ambushed and killed many barbarians. As a result, the Romans would have even fewer troops on hand, and it would be absolutely impossible to defend against them.
There is no other way to force a crossing except to sacrifice human lives. If the Romans are fighting on the other side of the river, then just fight them directly and they will be the winner.
Even if it costs a huge price, as long as they can destroy this army, then together with the army of Vogels V, the eastern provinces of Rome will be completely theirs.
Rome has plundered Parthia for so many years, and it is time for Parthia to make Rome pay for this blood debt.
However, Ganasis's decision was too decisive. Especially when he learned that the barbarians suffered heavy casualties and their morale collapsed, he led his troops to retreat rapidly.
Especially after joining forces with the barbarian army recruited by Camillus, it did not take any drastic actions, gave up any temptation to Parthia, and instead directly gave up a large amount of territory already occupied by Rome, blocking and harassing the enemy step by step, exchanging space for time.
Ganasis' command level was also improving by leaps and bounds, and at one point it was on par with the Fars Sassanids. However, Ganasis was not a fool. After all, the Roman citizens and barbarians he temporarily recruited were not regular troops. Even if they had combat effectiveness, they would still suffer a loss when fighting against the regular army of Parthia.
So he directly chose to avoid large-scale engagements with Parthia, and chose to use harassment to slow down the Parthian advance, especially the Second Trajan Legion, which added a lot of resistance to the Parthian army.
However, Ganasis is ultimately a cook without rice, and as the barbarians were unable to cope with the task, he could only retreat step by step, and it was difficult for him to hold back the advancing Parthians, especially when the Parthians began to divide their forces, it became increasingly difficult for him to maintain the defense line.
Especially under the fundamental idea and strategy of exchanging space for time, there was no substantial breakthrough on the Parthian side. They were indeed invading Roman territory.
But Ganasis always maintained good fighting ability, which was a thorn in their side.
Even Yuganasi took advantage of his familiarity with the terrain and mobilized the Eagle Flag Legion to set traps, directly biting off a piece of meat from the Parthian army and killing at least 8,000 Parthian soldiers.
For Ganasis, this victory is as significant as a rain after a long drought.
After all, Rome was in retreat, and without victory, even Ganasis would have found it difficult to maintain the morale of the barbarian army.
Although they suffered greater losses in this battle, at least they maintained the morale of the army, giving Ganasis more capital to drag it out.
There was no other way. After evacuating the two rivers and mountains, there was almost no strategic location to defend between Parthia and Rome. It was all flat plains, and water and fire were almost useless .
The only way is to throw out baits and then forcibly use the strong to attack the weak in some areas to create a record.
Although Rome suffered greater losses, it was indeed a victory for Rome and the Parthian troops were repelled.
It was under such policies and strategies that Ganasis finally saw hope.
Finally, before Parthia completely conquered the entire eastern Roman province, Roman reinforcements arrived.
