Chapter 122 The bright moon is supreme, and it will rest until death!
Chapter 122 The bright moon is supreme, until death!
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Chapter 122 The bright moon is supreme, until death!
Yuehai Fucheng.
In the early morning, it was drizzling.
Mao Jiang and Song Chen stood on the city wall.
Under the city, nearly 70,000 troops have gathered in formation, and their dark figures are scattered for miles around, with no end in sight.
"Master Hou, it's time for us to go down!"
Song Chen said softly.
Mao Jiang took a deep breath and nodded slightly.
"Let's go!"
He threw the cloak behind him and strode down the city wall.
The misty rain made everything between heaven and earth blurry. Mao Jiang rode his war horse to the front of the military formation and looked at the Mingyue Army on the opposite side through the thin lines of rain.
The shining silver moon army is like a silver-white ocean under the drizzle, cold and solemn.
Mao Jiang raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, with a smile on his lips.
"It seems like God is on my side."
Rain will bring a lot of inconvenience to the soldiers, but for the cavalry, the trouble caused by the rain will be even greater.
The ground is slippery, and war horses will stumble if they are not careful. Especially when charging, once a war horse stumbles, it will affect the surrounding cavalry.
At this time, Mao Jiang felt a little more confident in defeating the Mingyue Army.
On the opposite side, Lan Yuehou was sitting in a chariot on the hillside, with a canopy above his head, drinking wine with an indifferent expression.
"Master, it's time to attack!" The old man stood beside him and said softly.
Lan Yuehou twisted his neck, stood up, and looked at the entire battlefield.
"Marquis Changping is not a fool. Since he dares to go out of the city to fight, he must be prepared. Let the soldiers be careful!"
The corners of his mouth curled up slightly and he said calmly.
"Old slave, I obey!"
"Then let's start!" Lan Yuehou waved his hand.
"Here!"
The old man retreated, and then a rapid sound of war drums sounded.
Dong dong dong~~
The sound of the drums was like thunder, which seemed particularly dull in the drizzle.
Under the drizzle, the motionless Mingyue Army suddenly moved when the drums sounded.
The Mingyue Army was only equipped with two weapons, one was a one-meter-long throwing spear, each soldier had four, and the other was a scimitar.
They had no long weapons, no bows and arrows, only spears and scimitars.
Following the sound of drums, the eight thousand Mingyue Army marched forward slowly like a unit.
The speed changed from slow to fast, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of horses galloped and the earth shook.
"Throw the gun!"
An excited voice sounded.
Thousands of spears stand in the silver ocean. If you look carefully, you will find that under the galloping horses, the spears seem to be fixed in mid-air. No matter how the body of the soldier holding the spear rises and falls, the spears are always stable at the same height.
"shoot!"
Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~
The sharp spear light passed through the rain lines, and poured down towards the army on the opposite side with bursts of water.
Mao Jiang looked at the flying spear, and his pupils shrank suddenly.
This is the terrifying thing about the Mingyue Army. The range of their spears actually exceeds that of crossbows.
"Raise your shield!"
Without Mao Jiang speaking, the generals around him had already issued orders.
Wow~~
Huge wooden shields were raised above their heads.
The throwing spear fell and hit the wooden shield with majestic force.
The banging sound was accompanied by screams.
In the blink of an eye, thousands of soldiers at the forefront of the army were in a state of chaos.
Wooden shield!
It is the shield most equipped by the southern frontier army.
The wood used to make wooden shields is relatively hard wood. After being manufactured by special means, these wooden shields will not only not be corroded by water, but can also be set on fire to a certain extent.
Compared with iron shields, wooden shields are lighter, and the battlefields of the southern frontier army are mostly in mountains and forests, so wooden shields are more popular than iron shields.
However, the wooden shield is not without its shortcomings, and its defensive capabilities are somewhat worse than that of the iron shield.
Under the spears thrown by the Mingyue Army, the wooden shield burst into pieces instantly like paper.
Seeing this, Mao Jiang was not surprised.
He knew very well the capabilities of the Mingyue Army. Not to mention wooden shields, even iron shields could hardly withstand the Mingyue Army's spears.
Just as the army was in commotion, a second wave of gunfire followed.
This time the number of guns thrown was greater and more intensive.
Along with the drizzle, and with a rapid whistling sound, the gunfire fell again on the front line of the army.
The soldiers who were already in a mess suffered another devastating blow. The rain quickly turned into blood. The rain from the sky had no time to wash away, because as soon as it was washed away, new rainwater flowed down.
Rumble~~
The war horses gallop like thunder.
After two waves of gunfire, the Mingyue Army rushed to the front of the army.
Corpses were piled on the ground, blood flowed into rivers, and even the hazy drizzle could not cover up the rich and pungent blood.
Seeing that the front line had completely collapsed and nearly 10,000 soldiers were dead or injured, Mao Jiang did not panic and said calmly: "Retreat!"
"retreat!"
"retreat!"
Sounds sounded one after another, and at the same time, the dull sound of horns also echoed in the drizzle.
Tens of thousands of troops actually retreated backwards in an orderly manner. Their retreat was very slow, and the soldiers did not panic at all.
The border army is not a garrison. Although there have been few large-scale wars on the Dali border in recent years, every soldier of the border army is a real elite, and their combat effectiveness far exceeds that of the garrison in each state.
On the hillside, Lan Yuehou looked at the enemy troops retreating as a whole, with a strange color flashing in his eyes.
Back off at this time!
And the entire army retreated!
Although he only retreated no more than a hundred feet, his behavior was obviously a bit strange.
"What trump card does this guy have prepared?"
Lan Yuehou said with some surprise.
The old man next to him also looked puzzled.
Just when the two were surprised, the Mingyue Army had already broken through the enemy's front line and rushed into the open space where the opponent had withdrawn.
Sudden.
The soldiers and horses rushing at the front suddenly sank, and the expressions of the soldiers on the horses changed, and they jumped up from their horses without any time to think.
The war horse neighed violently and fell to the ground with a thud.
Then hundreds of cavalry fell.
The officers and soldiers of the Mingyue Army in the rear were all shocked when they saw this.
"Disperse!"
"Disperse!"
The excited voice sounded again, and the soldiers of the Mingyue Army mobilized their horses and galloped towards both sides.
When Lan Yuehou saw this, he was stunned for a while.
"Trapped in a horse trap!"
The horse trap pit is five feet long, one foot wide and three feet deep. Antlers, guns and bamboo sticks are buried in the pit. The pit is like a "Ya" connected with each other, shaped like a hook.
If it were normal, Mingyue Army would naturally not ignore the trap, but now it is a rainy day.
Rainwater accumulates on the ground. If a war horse doesn't step on it, it would be difficult to find where there are pits and where there are not.
What's more important is that Chang Pinghou did not prepare to fall into a horse trap before, which means that they just dug the horse trap secretly.
The small horse trap looks inconspicuous, but it became Chang Pinghou's clever trick against the Mingyue Army.
Even Marquis Lan Yue had to praise: "This Marquis Chang Ping is indeed a veteran on the battlefield, and he actually came up with such a move."
Just as he was praising him, the Mingyue Army on the battlefield had dispersed and withdrew.
The first confrontation is over.
Mao Jiang looked at the corpses everywhere and frowned slightly.
In this battle, it can be said that there is no winner or loser between the two sides.
His front army lost tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, while the Mingyue Army on the opposite side suffered thousands of casualties in the horse trap.
After exchanging ten for one, Mao Jiang was a little disappointed, but it was also what he expected.
The Mingyue Army is well-trained, and even if it is caught off guard, it can react in a short time, disperse the two sides and retreat, minimizing losses.
But Mao Jiang knew better that the real fierce battle had just begun.
"Go to war!"
He said in a low voice to Song Chen beside him.
Song Chen nodded solemnly and drove his horse forward.
"Enter!"
He pulled out the long sword from his waist and swung it violently, shouting loudly.
Dong dong dong~
The war drums sounded.
The soldiers at the rear immediately rushed toward the front.
Planks of wood were laid on the horse pit, and thousands of soldiers returned to their original positions.
Not only did they return to where they were, they continued to move forward, maintaining an orderly formation.
Stepping on the broken corpses, he cleaned up the Mingyue Army who were not dead yet, while gathering the injured soldiers.
On the hillside.
Lan Yuehou stood up, got off the chariot, and jumped on the horse.
Surrounded by four guards and four maids, they galloped towards the Mingyue Army.
"The bright moon is supreme, and we will not rest until death!"
"The bright moon is supreme, and we will not rest until death!"
Seeing Lan Yuehou appear, the soldiers of Mingyue Army roared loudly as if they had faith.
The solemn faces were full of fanatical colors.
The majestic and passionate sound surged in the drizzle.
When Mao Jiang across from him saw this, his expression became even more serious.
The Mingyue Army is not invincible, but the Mingyue Army is fearless.
Eight thousand bright moons rise into the clouds, but a hundred thousand soldiers and cavalry cannot pass the test.
In that battle that year, the Mingyue Army suffered 80% casualties, but they still pursued Baili and killed the enemy general.
The most terrifying thing about the Mingyue Army is that they can really do it until they die!
An army with strong fighting ability and no fear of death is the most terrifying.
And even more terrifying is Lan Yuehou.
An existence whose cultivation is unfathomable, an existence that no one can ever see through.
Mao Jiang turned his head and looked at Gong Yunshan next to him.
Gong Yunshan's whole body was shrouded in a cloak, with only a pair of solemn eyes exposed.
He knew what Mao Jiang meant, so he said nothing and just drove his horse forward.
…
It is misty and rainy in Yunzhou, but the sun is shining brightly in Shuzhou.
Winter is over and everything is spring.
The young buds stretched out in the bright sunshine, looking particularly crystal clear.
In the green mountain forest, a monk wearing white robes walked slowly.
Behind him were hundreds of ragged people, whose eyes were always looking at him with strange emotions.
After a while, the monk walked into a valley and stopped.
"Amitabha, dear donors, this place can be a peaceful place to live."
Wuhua looked helplessly at the people behind him.
The valley has lush vegetation and a small river. If it can be reclaimed, it will indeed be a good place to live.
All the people looked at each other, and among them a man carrying a long sword came forward.
He knelt down in front of Wuhua and asked, "Will the holy monk stay here?"
Following his words, hundreds of people behind him also knelt down and worshiped.
"The young monk is looking for a way to become a Buddha, so I'm afraid he won't be able to stay!" Wuhua said helplessly.
"I would like to follow the holy monk, and please ask the holy monk to fulfill my wish!" The man touched his forehead to the ground and said piously.
Wu Hua stretched out her hand to help him up, "Please, donors, the young monk will not stay here, but he can come back to see you often. If the donors do not dislike it, the young monk will come back to see you every three months."
"As for following!" He looked at the man in front of him and said gently: "They are all ordinary people. I don't know if they will be in danger in this barren mountain. The young monk hopes that the donor can protect them."
Nowadays, Shuzhou is in chaos, with soldiers and bandits everywhere, and the people in front of him are the people he saved from the soldiers.
Wuhua saved them out of good intentions, but they didn't expect that they actually relied on Wuhua. No matter how Wuhua tried to persuade them, they just refused to leave.
In desperation, Wuhua had to choose this hidden valley for them, hoping that they could live and work in peace and contentment here.
The man turned to look at the ragged people, and finally nodded and said: "I will obey the holy monk's decree!"
Seeing that he agreed, Wuhua couldn't help but reveal a warm smile.
It's not that he doesn't want to help these people, it's just that he still has to find the path to becoming a Buddha and can't always take them with him.
"Xiao Monk, I still have some silver here. You can buy some food. If there are more refugees coming here in the future, I hope you can take them in."
Wuhua took out the money bag from his arms and handed it to the man.
The man hesitated.
"Take it, they need more food." Wuhua said.
The man took the money bag with both hands and said, "Thank you holy monk for your gift!"
"Thank you, holy monk, for your gift!"
Hundreds of people came to worship him.
Wuhua looked at them and smiled, "Amitabha."
He clasped his hands together, chanted, turned and left.
The white monk's robes fluttered in the breeze, like clouds falling from the sky, spotless.
"Believer Liu Qingxu respectfully sends the holy monk off!"