Early morning on the third day.

In the Chinese army camp, the generals participating in the war gathered together.

Coach Xu Ting's temples were as white as frost, and his face was serious. He issued the military order passionately and heartily:

"Now Xu Ting has been ordered to command millions of troops, and he vows to work with you to wipe out the barbarians, build unparalleled achievements together, and return clear skies to the land of China!"

"Since the great changes in the way of heaven, the Central Plains have been repeatedly defeated by the barbarians and suffered unprecedented humiliation in thousands of years of history!"

"Why this?"

When he raised his tent in solemn silence, Xu Ting gasped and his tone gradually became calmer:

"We are blindly defending and retreating in the Central Plains, all because we lack the courage to die together."

"The lonely city was in danger, but it was able to hold on for sixty-four years without losing an inch of land. Gu Changan slaughtered ten thousand troops with one man and one sword. Courage lies in faith, and faith lies in the people behind us."

"If you don't want to exterminate your race, then you have to risk your life!"

The suppressed fighting spirit of the generals suddenly burst out, and they raised their tents and shouted:

“Together we will fight against the national calamity and fight bloody battles to the end!

"

Suddenly, Xu Ting pulled out the golden scabbard of the Army-Suppressing King Sword from the commander's arm, slashed it angrily, and the sword fell to the ground:

"Destroy the barbarians!"

…

The sun was rising and the mist had not yet dissipated. The Central Plains formation east of Yumen Pass was dispatched.

Waves of loud and fierce horns resounded for hundreds of miles, and the army from the camp in front broke out of their nests, covering the wasteland in black, like a wave threatening to destroy the earth.

The flag was flying high, and Xu Ting stood on the Yunche Observation Tower, overlooking the slowly advancing nearly 200,000 soldiers and horses.

He depends on the situation of today's offensive, and it is impossible to go all-in in the first battle.

The first wave of trials included 100,000 infantry in the center and 50,000 cavalry on each wing.

In the endless flat wasteland, neither side has any terrain advantages to take advantage of. The head-on collision depends on the actual combat power of both sides.

Therefore, the result of the first battle is crucial. If the loss ratio in the Central Plains battle is too large, subsequent battles must be won by unique tactics.

But throughout Chinese history, 90% of the winners in wars are head-on victories by the side with greater strength.

Ten thousand versus six thousand, you can rely on strategic strategies.

One million versus 600,000, the only way to fight is head-on.

In the distance, drums rumbled loudly, the ground seemed to be shaken, and thousands of banners of the barbarian army appeared in sight.

Duke Qin of the Eastern Wu Dynasty and Confucius of the State of Chu were suspended in the air. Behind them were numerous cultivators, forming a defensive formation. There were rows of Mohist specially-made shields on the front line.

"My sons, we do not sacrifice to demons, we do not respect ghosts and gods, we only respect our conscience!"

"In the past during the prosperous Tang Dynasty, it was the Central Plains that gave our tribe food, cloth, and silk, allowing us to bid farewell to the barbaric life and learn etiquette and integrity. The time has come for us to repay our gratitude."

"What we did today is extremely glorious!"

Zhe Lansu, who was heavily armored, personally carried the flag. He was afraid that Erlang would have no fighting spirit, so he frantically encouraged the troops before the battle.

At his point, once the Central Plains is defeated, his whole family will be cut into pieces by the barbarians.

The only way is to fight to the death!

In case of death in battle, the son or granddaughter can still enjoy a title in Chang'an City.

"Transform into a heroic soul and subdue mountains and rivers!"

"There is a Tang Dynasty in Zhaozhao, and God will support all nations!"

"Kill!

"

Zhe Lansu roared with all his strength and led his subordinates and left-wing cavalry to charge into the formation in the first wave.

The two military formations collided like mountains and seas, like rumbling thunder shaking the wilderness, like thousands of raging waves crashing into the world.

Dense rain of arrows covered the sky, swords and axes clashed with each other, and shrouded in dust and blood, the battlefield suddenly turned into a grinding ground of flesh and blood, and the most primitive and bloody fight began!

For a moment, Xu Ting's face at Yunche Observatory tensed up, and he spoke hoarsely:

"Support the right wing, and the central army will defeat the enemy!"

"No!" The general's arm holding the command flag was trembling slightly, and he quickly got off the cloud carriage.

The wild dog squirmed backwards!

In the first wave of charges, the coalition forces were victorious and almost overwhelming!

A soldier wears his heart and courage, and will be on the sword's edge!

This is the strongest will of Chinese civilization!

The killing sounds and short roars made the battlefield tremble. The barbarian troops to the west regrouped on foot and cavalry for two formations. Giant wild geese and rocs flew out from the chariots one after another, forming a giant bloody net in the air.

Within the coverage area of ​​the giant net, the fighting speed of the elites of the Central Plains slowed down visibly to the naked eye, and even the cavalry's attacks with guns became dull and slow.

"saint!

"One general shouted filial piety to the sky. He watched helplessly as all his men were killed in battle, and the formation that had originally charged forward retreated dozens of feet.

The dream demon reappears on the battlefield of Xishu.

Damn the internet!

Corpses littered the fields, blood gurgled, wounded soldiers howled miserably, and lay in the wilderness being trampled by horse hooves. The battlefield was as tragic as an endless purgatory.

The two martial arts saints cast spells together, and the sky net gradually covered the lake, but it did not change the offensive and defensive momentum. The barbarian cavalry that had been scattered earlier regained their spirits...

When night falls, hundreds of huge gongs also sound "dignified".

The two armies retreated and slowly retreated to the edge of the battlefield.

Bloody people with broken arms and limbs were crawling everywhere in Yumenguan Wasteland, and screams of despair and pain were everywhere.

The already scarred soldier held a barbaric dog head in his left and right hands, and his vision gradually blurred.

He didn't know whether the battle would be won, and he didn't know whether the Central Plains would win, but his rough palms still held the Barbarian Dog's head firmly.

"I will be a father in three months. What a pity..." The soldier smiled and closed his eyes. Before he died, he lost his head and took out the family letter from his armor and put it on his body.

…

On the golden platform of the barbarian army, everyone walked quickly, and battlefield messages fell on the platform like falling snow.

The Barbarian Emperor's breath was gloomy, and he drank heavily from the Three Lords, trying his best to suppress the fire of anger boiling in his chest.

"Apologise by caesarean section!" He cursed.

Six corpses with angry eyes were sitting upright and kneeling in a row under the stage, holding daggers inserted into their bellies with both hands.

The judge showed no expression on his face. In the first battle, these six people were extremely humiliated. They had no choice but to commit suicide to give an explanation to the son of the empire who died in the battle.

"Carry it away!" The purple-haired old monster strode over and said calmly:

"After a rough calculation of the battle situation, one empire elite consumed two and a half Han slaves. What do you think, Your Majesty?"

The barbarian emperor said nothing.

The judge was silent. In previous battles, one elite could defeat four Han slaves.

Obviously, the loss ratio in this battle is very embarrassing!

Before the use of special weapons, a Han slave even killed two elite elites of the empire. At that time, the battlefield was in danger of collapse, and special weapons were used to save the situation.

"In the face of absolute strength, will is useless." The Barbarian Emperor added in a low voice:

"If the blood of doom had not been resolved, it would have been a one-sided massacre!"

When he thought of that lunatic Gu Changan, he went crazy with hatred and felt like a knife piercing his heart.

Single-handedly destroyed the empire's greatest strategy.

"Abyss is very satisfied with this battle." The purple-haired old monster suddenly said.

Your Majesty personally arranged the troops in formation. Whether it was the use of special weapons or the subsequent increase of troops, there was generally no fault.

Abyss has always adopted the strategy of raising gu in order to gain the throne of the empire.

A group of excellent Gu worms killed each other in the bottle, and finally a powerful Gu worm was left behind.

Even though Your Majesty has been extremely ugly before, he was still facing a shocking lunatic, and he was definitely at an excellent level in this battle.

The Barbarian Emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and was finally recognized by the harsh old monster. He calmly said:

"I will continue to work hard. In the great battle of the Western Regions, we will annihilate millions of Han slaves!"

…

In the Central Plains military camp, Xu Ting stood silently at the camp gate, and the generals at the conference table looked solemn.

It's hard to say who will win or lose in the first battle.
To be continued...