Although the Kusang army was bombarded with artillery and arrows, resulting in numerous casualties, there were still many soldiers left, about fifty thousand, five times the number of the Baima tribe.
They were extending the front line at this moment, hoping to use their numerical advantage to surround the White Horse army.
Seeing Kusang's army forming a long snake formation to attack, Li Qianmo had no intention of retreating. He waved his hand and shouted loudly: "Prepare the battle formation!"
When the twelve thousand captains heard this order, they all clenched the weapons in their hands, and cold sweat broke out on their foreheads. They had only learned this battle formation for a few days, and had never tried it before. They didn't know how powerful it was, and none of them had any idea.
end.
"Kill! The battlefield is five miles wide and three miles long. The sub-units exchange their positions. The ugly group has a lot of troops. Yin and Kun are..." He issued the order to attack and at the same time called out the marching positions of the twelve thousand-man troops. It was extremely fast.
After hearing the order, the Twelve Thousand Captain immediately led his thousand-man squad and rushed out, charging towards the position Li Qianmo said, and quickly got into position accurately.
As if everything was arranged, the twelve thousand-man troops had just arrived at the designated position. The weapons of the two sides touched each other. The armies collided and began to fight. Li Qianmo stood on a high hill, watching the battle and constantly directing them to change.
Location.
It's amazing to say that their positions kept changing according to what Li Qianmo said, and there seemed to be several times more people. When facing the enemy, they didn't feel at all that they were at a numerical disadvantage, and each team could help each other. Unknowingly,
In his sleep, he actually suppressed the enemy, and his advantage became more and more obvious.
"What's going on?" Xin Luo was shocked when he realized that his fifty thousand people could not defeat the opponent's ten thousand people. He soon discovered Li Qianmo who was constantly giving instructions above the hill, although he could not understand.
Li Qianmo said nothing, but he had already guessed that this person was not simple, and he would never be allowed to command him again.
As soon as he thought of this, Xin Luo kicked the horse's belly fiercely, jumped out like a whirlwind, rushed into the battlefield, and went straight to kill Li Qianmo.
He was highly skilled in martial arts and entered the battle alone. He was not afraid of the swords and guns from all directions. He hid when he could, and blocked them with his gun when he couldn't. He also killed several soldiers of the White Horse Tribe.
"Oops! He wants to kill the military advisor! Protect the military advisor!" Several guards around Li Qianmo suddenly noticed that Xin Luo was approaching with murderous intent, and they all screamed and shouted.
Before he finished speaking, eight guards immediately stood in two rows in front of Li Qianmo, guarding Li Qianmo with their bodies.
Unexpectedly, Li Qianmo smiled softly, stretched out his hand to push them away, and said: "It's okay, let him come, don't be afraid."
The eight guards were all stunned when they heard this. They looked at Li Qianmo in shock, wondering why he was so confident.
The horse under Xin Luo's crotch was extremely fast. It only took a moment to cross the battlefield and approach Li Qianmo. From a distance, he raised his spear and shouted: "White-haired demon, suffer death!"
"Shoot him quickly!" The leader of the guard shouted loudly when he saw this, and a dozen archers bent their bows and nocked arrows, shooting wildly at Xin Luo.
But Xin Luo was extremely skilled. He danced his spear quickly and deflected all the arrows that were like a drizzle of rain. He was still less than three feet away from Li Qianmo.
"Death!" Xin Luo shouted ferociously. He sat down, his horse leaped high, and with a spear in his hand, he plunged it into Li Qianmo's throat.
The guards beside Li Qianmo waved their spears and swords to block, but Xin Luo's attack was so fast that they could hardly see the shadow of the gun.
Just as they were secretly shocked, they suddenly saw Li Qianmo stretch out his right hand, and with a slight squeeze, he grabbed Xin Luo's spear, and the spear was unable to move forward an inch.
Xin Luo didn't expect that this person could take his shot so lightly. He immediately thought that the other person was probably a master. He yelled in his heart that it was bad, and he hurriedly grabbed the gun and retreated.
But his spear was held by Li Qianmo and it didn't move at all. He tried his best to pull it out but couldn't pull it back.
Upon seeing this, the guards nearby waved their swords and guns and attacked Xin Luo.
Although Xin Luo was very capable, he did not dare to be aggressive when faced with so many guards, so he decisively let go, turned his horse's head and fled.
"Shoot!" A guard pointed at Xin Luo who was escaping, and the master shouted.
The archers bent their bows and set up arrows again, and arrows flew in. At this moment, Xin Luo had no weapons and could not block the arrows. He could only dodge desperately. Unfortunately, he did not have eyes on his back and was hit by an arrow.
His back suddenly turned over and fell off his horse.
It happened that Tatamu was near him at this time. Seeing him fall off his horse, he rode his horse forward. The horse's hoof lifted up and stepped hard on his chest. With a "pop", a large mouthful of blood spurted out from Xin Luo's mouth, and there was still blood in it.
Mixed with pieces of internal organs.
The horse's hoof was so heavy. He was just a mortal with a fragile body. How could he withstand the horse's hoof? After vomiting blood, he tremblingly stretched out his hand to hold the horse's hoof and tried to struggle, but within a few breaths, he had died of heart failure.
Tatamu was so happy to see Xin Luo dead that he jumped off his horse and chopped off his head with a knife. He raised it high and shouted loudly: "Your coach is dead, yet you still dare to resist!"
His shout was so loud that it reached everyone's ears in the chaotic battlefield. Everyone turned to look and found that he was actually holding Xin Luo's head, and they were all stunned.
The army that was still fighting desperately one moment stopped fighting the next moment.
The whole place was quiet for a moment, and Li Qianmo suddenly said loudly: "Warriors of the Kusang tribe, you have no hope of winning. Put down your weapons and surrender."
As soon as these words came out, the Kusang soldiers looked at each other in shock. A moment later, they suddenly heard the sound of metal falling to the ground. A Kusang soldier dropped his weapon and shouted: "I surrender!" After saying that, he raised his hands.
One person took the lead, and the others also dropped their weapons and raised their hands in surrender. Within a moment, all the remaining soldiers of the Kusang tribe abandoned their weapons and surrendered without exception.
Seeing this situation, Li Qianmo finally smiled and said loudly: "Everyone, we won!"
"Oh! You win!"
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All the soldiers of the White Horse clan cheered and shouted.
The war has ended, and the next step is to clean the battlefield and count the casualties. The results of the count show that the number of casualties is only more than 800, and the losses are not significant.
After collecting all the loot, Li Qianmo ordered all the prisoners to be released on the spot, and then led the army back.
The news of this great victory had been quickly returned to the Baima clan. The clansmen were very happy when they heard that Li Qianmo and the others had won the battle. The Hairuo clan leader personally led all the clansmen to greet them. The scene was very grand.
They were still seven or eight miles away from the Baima Clan's camp, and they could see the dark crowd in front of them. Many soldiers still didn't know what was going on. The captain of the sub-unit shouted in shock: "What's going on? How can it be so...
There are many people, could it be that someone attacked our station?"
Li Qianmo smiled lightly and said: "Those are your tribe, they are welcoming you warriors."
Hearing this, the captain of the sub-unit felt ashamed and said with a smile: "What kind of warriors are we? The real warrior should be you, the military advisor. You are the best in the world with your clever calculations. You actually allowed us to defeat the opponent's 120,000 troops with 12,000 men."
, and only lost less than a thousand people in the end. I have never heard of such a skill in my eight lifetimes."
"Yes, yes..." Others also agreed, praising Li Qianmo for his unparalleled wisdom.
Amid their constant praises, the army entered the Baima Clan's camp. Hai Ruo led the old, weak, women and children of the clan to greet them, and said with a hearty smile: "Thank you for your hard work, strategist. My fellow warriors of the Baima Clan,
Thank you for your hard work." After saying this, he bowed to them with great respect.
Li Qianmo quickly got off his horse, walked over to help him up, and said with a smile: "The patriarch doesn't have to be like this."
Hai Ruo said excitedly: "It must be like this. Your kindness to our Baima clan is so great that I don't even know how to repay you."
Li Qianmo laughed when he heard this and said: "What's the problem? Li likes to drink, just get me more wine to drink."
"Okay!" Hairuo clapped his hands and smiled when he heard this, turned to face all the Baima clan members, and said loudly, "My clansmen, today is a great day, what should we do at this time?"
"Dance! Bonfire! Delicious food! Fine wine!" All the people in the Baima clan shouted in unison, extremely happy.
Chief Hairuo shouted happily: "Then let's hold a bonfire party tonight to celebrate the military advisor and the warriors of our tribe, okay?"
"Okay!" Everyone replied in unison.
Chief Hairuo turned to face Li Qianmo with a smile, reached out and patted him on the shoulder, and said: "Commander, at our bonfire party tonight, there will be endless wine. If you drink less, you are a coward!"
"Okay!" Li Qianmo agreed happily when he heard the words. The two looked at each other and laughed at the same time.
That night, the Baima tribe held a grand party as expected. The originally dark grassland was illuminated by piles of bonfires. Cattle and sheep were roasted on each bonfire, and the fragrance filled the area for ten miles.
The people of the Baima ethnic group put on wooden masks one after another, and sang and danced to the sound of drums and cymbals. The sound of tinkling musical instruments could be heard in the distance, making it extremely lively.
When Li Qianmo came here, he immediately caused a sensation. Young girls from the tribe came over one after another, vying to invite him to dance. Li Qianmo didn't know them at all, and they were not good at dancing with anyone. In the end, he had to refuse them all.
A girl gave him a wooden mask. He liked it very much. He took it and put it on his face, covering the upper half of his face. But his snow-white hair was so special that even if he covered his entire face, others could
Recognize it immediately.
After finally getting rid of the group of girls, Li Qianmo smelled the aroma of wine and found the place where the wine was kept. As expected, Patriarch Hairuo did not lie to him. There was indeed endless wine at the party. He saw countless wine jars piled together.
It is more than ten feet tall, like a small mountain.
Li Qianmo took a jar casually, found a place with few people, opened the mud seal, and started drinking alone.
As soon as he drinks fine wine, he will think of Baime, and when he thinks of Baime, he will naturally think of all the past events in Xumi Star.
Last time he was mistakenly sent to the distant star Nanhe, and it took him hundreds of years to return. This time he traveled directly to another universe. It is estimated that there is no hope of returning in this life. When he thought of this, he became depressed and drunk.
Even more violent.
"It's such a lively party, and you're hiding here to drink." A crisp voice came. Li Qianmo looked up and saw a young woman standing in front of him wearing a silver-white mask. The mask only blocked half of her face.
, revealing a cherry-like small mouth and a nimble chin, with two shallow dimples beside the mouth.
Li Qianmo knew without thinking that this was Mu Hongyi, and said with a smile: "Why don't you go dancing?"
Seeing him, Mu Hongyi guessed her right away. She pouted unhappily, came to sit down next to him, and said, "No one dances with me. It's boring for me to dance by myself."
Li Qianmo laughed when he heard this and said, "It shows that your popularity is really bad. You usually bully others."
"Nonsense, how can I bully anyone?" Mu Hongyi screamed when she heard this, her face turned red with embarrassment.