The war horse that Li Xia got off was named "Stepping on the Clouds and Returning".
The name is named after Gao Mingyue, which is taken from a short poem by Yan Jidao. "The bright moon was there at that time, and it returned home shining on the colorful clouds."
It was probably more than three years ago. At that time, the foal was only one year old. It was Hu Legen's chosen horse and was specially sent to Chang'an. Li Xia fed it with his own hands in his spare time, and Gao Mingyue became like this.
His name was even laughed at by Zhang Wenjing.
Looking back at the quiet and beautiful scene at that time, it was completely different from the hell in front of me. "Eh!"
The war horse suddenly raised its front hoof and kicked hard on the Yuan army in front. With a muffled sound, the horseshoe kicked the opponent's ribs with great force.
However, at the same time, the horse also screamed sadly and fell to the ground.
Li Xia fell down, and his armor smashed into the snow, splattering icy dots of blood and mud and snow. He saw that a spear had pierced the forequarters of Tie Yungui.
It screamed in pain, its eyes full of nostalgia still looking at Li Xia, as if asking him why it was in so much pain.
After that, the Yuan army in front formed a formation to fight, and the surrounding soldiers of the Selected Front Battalion rushed forward desperately and dragged Li Xia back.
In just a split second, Tie Yungui, who had fallen to the ground, was lost in the crowd.
When Li Xia got up, all he could see were his comrades and enemies covered in blood.
This is not the first time he has lost his war horse. In the past ten years, not only the horses but also his companions have fallen beside him. The long war has worn away them, and even he feels tired.
The feeling of war weariness is growing, but there is still a battlefield in front of us.
Some people are looking forward to his safe return, but whoever falls on this battlefield is not someone from the Spring Girl Dream. What can we do? Fight the long battle to the end until there is peace.
"Protect Your Majesty!"
Huo Xiaolian led her men and horses and rushed forward, protecting Li Xia behind.
One of the soldiers dismounted and tried to help Li Xia onto his horse, but Li Xia did not retreat. Instead, he took two steps forward and waved his long spear.
He knocked a Yuan soldier in front of him off his horse and tried to grab the war horse.
What he knew very well was that at this point in today's battle, nothing else mattered. It just depended on who retreated first between him and Mang Ge La, whose soldiers would be defeated.
But the wound on his back had already opened, and he began to feel dizzy due to the massive blood loss. He looked up and saw the banner of Mang Ge La more than a hundred paces away to the east.
But more Yuan troops were rushing towards him, and his vanguard battalion of only 200 people had lost the ability to defeat the enemy. It didn't matter, his small group was just used to disrupt the enemy's command. The real thing
It was the main force of the Tang army that could defeat the enemy. Li Xia trusted those soldiers.
In his view, more people in the world are undisciplined and self-centered. There will never be another country where people can have a strong collective consciousness, orderliness, tenacity, diligence, and sincerity like his nation, so when he meets
No matter how great the difficulties are, we can overcome them together, so that we can continue to pass them on in the long river of time without losing its civilization.
In other words, he has an army composed of the most reliable and powerful people in the world. When the war gets tough, the more unorganized side will be defeated first.
The Yuan Dynasty had not yet integrated and formed a complete civilization. Some people wanted to Chineseize it, while others just wanted to graze on the free grasslands.
Such an army has no targets to plunder and no wealth to gain after victory. No matter how large the number is, it will definitely be defeated first.
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The fighting had lasted for nearly a day, and no one had eaten.
A sea turtle made an angry hawk cry, complaining that the falconer had forgotten to feed it today. Then it flew high and hovered in the sky.
It can be seen that on the battlefield below, everyone's movements have slowed down. In fact, some people have already left the battlefield early, riding their horses and disappearing into the vast wind and snow.
Hai Dongqing quickly landed on the edge of the battlefield, stopped on a wounded man who fell to the ground, and pecked out the flesh from the wound punctured by the arrow.
The blood is still warm.
As proud as it is, it will not feed on a cold corpse like a vulture.
The wounded man screamed and tried to drive away the evil bird that landed on him, but before he could pick up the knife with difficulty, he was pecked several times quickly and finally died.
Before the body had completely cooled down, Haidongqing had stopped eating. It stood there, tilting its head in confusion as if hearing something, and spread its wings and flew high again.
This time, it flew west for a while, and with its sharp eyes, through the snowflakes, it saw the endless army coming from the west.
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Yang Ben had a hunch that there was not much time left for him to defeat the Yuan army. More than fifty steps in front of him was the banner raised by Mang Ge.
This big flag was not moved back because as soon as the soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty who did not know the situation in the distance saw the flag retreat, they would think that the commander-in-chief was about to flee.
About a hundred steps west of Mang Ge La's banner is Li Xia's banner.
This made Yang Ben both proud and ashamed. He was proud that he had such a king who charged into battle and was as powerful as Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. He was ashamed that he led a main force of 6,000 people and killed more than fifty steps in front of the enemy general, but still had to let his king
With three hundred cavalry to contain them, they also managed to reach the vicinity of the enemy general.
Yang Bensui felt that if His Majesty wanted to personally kill the generals and seize the flag in today's battle, then he would be a waste. He must personally knock down the flag pole that Mang Ge stabbed.
It was not his own bravery, he just charged forward, inspiring thousands of Tang troops and turning their will into a sharp sword that broke the army.
"see it?"
The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty looked in the direction pointed by Yang Ben one by one, and also saw the two big flags in front of them. "Your Majesty is right there, waiting for us to defeat the enemy!"
"Destroy the enemy!"
Arrows fell like rain, and the soldiers at the rear held their shields high and shouted anxiously: "Kill them, kill them!" Every step was a bloody road, and they were only thirty steps away from the banner that Brother Mang had stabbed.
, twenty steps.
Suddenly, the commander-in-chief of the Yuan Army personally counterattacked and led the elite Qixue soldiers to form a stronger defense line. Mongolian shouts rang out, causing more Mongolian soldiers to shout and boost their morale.
"Kill them all and everyone will be rewarded!"
Yuxi Timur had already mobilized another group of elite troops to the rear to surround and kill Li Xia, while he himself went into battle to protect Mang Geli.
After boosting his morale, the Tang army came to kill him.
He had no way to retreat. He was about 20 steps behind him where Busan Ge La was. He simply faced the Tang army and charged forward. He raised his sword and quickly killed a Tang military commander on the ground.
Yang Ben squinted his eyes and looked at Yuxi Timur's handsome flag, and soon thought of Ma Muhe who fell in the Yuan army camp on the night of the attack.
At that time, he ordered a retreat.
Today, Yang Ben urged his horse forward and waited for the soldiers to block the Yuan army that was charging at him. When he got in front of Yuxi Timur, he suddenly shot him.
"Ding!"
Fire was flying, and Sergeant Youyuan blocked the gun for Yuxi Timur. "Death!"
Yang Ben was furious, and stabbed the soldier down with one shot, and then stabbed Yuxi Timur. However, the soldier had already reacted, dodged Yang Ben, and retreated into the formation.
It was not that Yuxi Timur was timid, but because he was wounded, he simply ordered his soldiers to besiege Yang Ben to prevent him from escaping. As expected, when Yang Ben saw him escaping, he wanted to drive his horse forward to pursue him.
Several soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty took the opportunity to grab the opportunity and waved their weapons to greet Yang Ben. The soldiers of the Tang Dynasty had no time to seize the position and they had already hit him. The armor was broken in several places and blood poured out.
Another knife struck Yang Ben on the face, and when it intersected with the helmet, there was another "ding" sound, and the phoenix wings were broken. It was the phoenix wings that blocked him, so he was lucky to survive, but his face was covered with blood, and he was obviously not seriously injured.
light.
Yuxi Timur had already taken a few steps back. When he saw this, he sneered, put down the long weapon in his hand, picked up the bow on his back, nocked an arrow, and prepared to aim at Yang Ben's bloody face.
In the midst of lightning and flint, he heard a "pop" sound, and a spear penetrated directly into his eyes. "Collapse."
The bowstring broke, slicing Yuxi Timur's palm open.
Yang Ben, despite being seriously injured, advanced instead of retreating and threw the spear in his hand at Yuxi Timur.
He had wanted to become a famous general all his life, and he had been training in the army year after year, from Guangxi to Ningxia, and then to the north of Yinshan Mountain. Many times, he thought he could afford to be a victorious general.
But it was defeated not long ago.
God's will always prevents people from succeeding easily and requires them to continue to work hard. Then come.
He just wanted to be successful, he just wanted to seal the wolf as his subordinate, and write a colorful mark in the history of history with his illustrious military exploits. With this kind of anger, he threw a gun.
Afterwards, he rode out, pulled out the sword from his waist, and chopped off Yuxi Timur. "Poof."
A large amount of blood spurted out from the broken neck.
Yang Ben raised the head in his hand and looked to the sky. After all, Borshu's grandson was not Borshu.
Genghis Khan's great-grandson is not Genghis Khan after all.
Victory belongs to the brave, not to the descendants of the victor. Legends of heroes have existed in the past, exist now, and will continue to exist in the future. Snowflakes fell from the sky and fell on Yang Ben's blood-stained face.
He was too tired to move. Even if the Yuan troops around him wanted to kill him, he would hold the head high so that the soldiers could see it, encouraging them to knock down the general's flag.
~~"Kill Tang Jun."
To the east of the battlefield, some Yuan soldiers had just arrived. They were shouting, and then they opened their bows and fired arrows at the Tang army's formation dozens of steps away.
At this time, they could not see what was happening on the battlefield. They could only see two big flags standing high in the distance. Suddenly, one of the big flags waved and ran straight to the north.
"Ah, what does this mean?"
The soldiers of the Yuan Dynasty in the east slowed down their movements and felt confused.
There was no sound of trumpets, no sound of gold.
It was getting dark, but the commander left the battlefield.
Uneasiness began to simmer, but the soldiers remained rational. They just retreated a little out of fear of their lives when no one urged them to win.
When the Tang army's flags gathered together and began to pursue the banner raised by Brother Mang, more and more sounds began to make people more uneasy.
The wounded everywhere were groaning, and Tang soldiers were already killing the Yuan army.
The soldiers who were originally rushing forward were no longer willing to risk their lives in exchange for credit, so they turned around and retreated. "King Anxi has escaped, hurry up!"
"Are you defeated? Do you want to run away?" "Run away."
If a military defeat is like a mountain falling, the mountain of the Yuan army has begun to shake at this time. Fortunately, the mountain has not yet fallen. If a giant comes to help it, it can still be held up.
At the same time, a team of scouting horses appeared in the west. Seeing the situation here, they quickly turned around and left. "Quick! Report to King Tuohu, King Anxi is about to be defeated."
An eagle's call also sounded, echoing between heaven and earth, as if anxiously urging its owner.