On September 19, the fourth year of Qianning, Shao Shude personally climbed to the top of Zhongmou County.
The dense clouds in the sky are getting lower and lower.
The wind was a bit strong, and the dense clouds were rushing wildly, constantly changing their shapes, looking like demons and monsters from the underworld.
When the big banner is fired, it can be seen from a distance, no matter whether it is the enemy or ourselves.
The officers and soldiers of the Tianxiong Army formed a formation outside the city. After seeing their king coming to the front line, they started shouting one after another under the instigation of the officers.
The shouts were deafening, spreading from the phalanx in the distance to the nearby ones, and then extending even further. Listening from a distance, it seemed like thunder in the sky.
"Boom!" The thunder really fell.
Silver lightning tore through the gloomy field, illuminating the ferocious colors on the faces of the soldiers on both sides.
The horse scratched its hooves uneasily, and the rider carefully calmed it while preparing the equipment.
The fighting will start at any time.
Chen Cheng and Zhao Guangfeng stood behind Shao Shude. No words were needed at this scene. A solemn atmosphere filled the whole place, making everyone wait quietly.
Tianxiong's army invited a battle, and Liang's army had to fight. If they did not agree, the nearly 50,000 Xia troops gathered in Zhongmou would start digging trenches and trap them inside.
Are you betting that Zhu Quanzhong will come to the rescue? You can try, but it just seems a bit incompetent.
Zhu Youyu believed that Xia Jun had spent so much effort to besiege him and it was impossible not to make preparations to intercept him, so he accepted the challenge.
Tens of thousands of troops lined up in the wilderness, facing east and west.
For both sides, there was no dazzling sunlight to interfere with either side, no adverse wind direction, and it was a fair fight to the death.
A decisive battle with the enemy was proposed by everyone in the Tianxiong Army, and Shao Shude agreed to their request without any hesitation.
The reason for agreeing is very simple. Tianxiongjun is his doting "biological son" and his perfect work. When the child grows up, he has his own character and temper, and in the eyes of his parents, this character and temper are positive , so what reason is there to stop it?
Shao Shude still remembers that when the Tianxiong Army encircled and suppressed the Changzhi Army in Luoyang, the last few hundred thieves refused to surrender. Some people wanted to kill them with arrows, but Li Lin directly kicked over the officer who wanted to give an order and led the charge personally. Go up and fight face to face.
This kind of brave spirit that must cut down the enemy face to face is the most precious thing of an army.
Today Shao Shude wanted to see his child chop down the enemy in front of him again.
It doesn't matter even if he loses. Now that his family has a big business, he can afford to lose. A few failures can't shake the trend he created. On the contrary, he values more the brave spirit that can be passed down from generation to generation.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" The strong wind raised dust and the soldiers of the Tianxiong Army who had completed their pre-war mobilization hit the ground with their poles and shouted in unison.
The expressions of the soldiers were neither nervous nor too relaxed, but simply indifferent.
The unique social environment gave birth to unique warriors. Killing is their profession, as natural as eating and drinking.
With such warriors, tens of thousands of infantry dared to attack 300,000 Khitan cavalry and won a complete victory.
When such a warrior rushes into the enemy formation, he is invincible and dares to shout, "You are not my enemy, I will fight with the emperor."
Such a warrior leads the troops to attack the fortress and suffers eighty-nine wounds on his body. When he is lying in bed to recuperate, when he hears that the bandits are coming to kill him, he jumps up, puts on his armor and fights again, vowing not to retreat until the death.
This is a "military asset" built by me. Shao Shude stood at the top of the city, his thoughts racing. Let's continue to maintain this brave spirit. The longer the better.
"Boom!" Several thunderbolts fell, and raindrops pattered down.
As if it was a signal, tens of thousands of soldiers from both sides shouted in unison, quickened their pace and charged towards them.
The silver formation is moving.
Silver helmets, silver armor, silver swords, and endless blood.
Dense arrows were flying in the air, and countless people fell to the ground.
Wang Jiao, the first commander of Tianxiong Army's left wing, threw three short spears in succession.
The short spear roared in, pierced through the armor, and nailed Liang Renjun to the ground. Arrows flew from the opposite side, and people around him kept screaming and falling to the ground.
In the bloody and fierce scene of standing corpses, life was flowing out with every breath. Wang Jiao sidestepped to avoid the incoming spear, stepped forward, and slashed hard on the enemy's neck with the thick machete.
As if falling into a pool of blood, endless blood surged up and sprayed all over his head and face.
His footsteps did not stop at all, he rushed into the enemy formation like a leisurely stroll, slashing left and right, full of bloody and monster rhythm.
He became more and more proficient in the sword and spear skills he learned from his father, Wang Quanchu.
The years of fighting in Xiaohan Gudao have made his will stronger and stronger.
The battle with Wei Bowufu made him more confident.
His growth is traceable, his courage is unparalleled, he wants to make meritorious deeds more than anyone else, and he wants to rush back to his hometown to see his parents, siblings.
Unknowingly, he has become a "heroic general" and "brave man" in the eyes of many people.
The first commanded two thousand men to directly dent the enemy formation.
"Good! Very energetic!" Shao Shude slapped his palm on the city wall and said happily.
Chen Cheng and Zhao Guangfeng were staring closely at the battlefield and had no time to agree.
Ye Li Kecheng held a large oilcloth umbrella over Shao Shude's head. His eyes were deeply attracted by the battle situation outside the city. He felt the blood in his body rising, and he really wanted to go down and fight.
He grew up in Shao Mansion, studied literature and martial arts, became acquainted with the prince, and was favored by the "eldest princess". In the eyes of many people, the golden road is already in front of them. But without military exploits and bravery, what are these?
Can you convince others?
The rain became heavier and heavier, and the ground was quickly soaked with rain and blood. People on both sides continued to fall down, maybe they fell down, which was lucky. More often than not, they never got up again after falling, and their lives were fixed here.
"Today, there is only death!" Li Lin's heavy sword had been curled, and the enemy's spear stabbed his armor, and he roared unwillingly.
He raised his arm, and the iron fist with two fingers missing hit the enemy's face hard. After kicking the person away, he gasped twice.
He threw away the heavy sword, took the Mo Dao handed to him by his own soldiers, and laughed loudly: "As a general, if you can't take the lead, you will be beaten! Kill!"
The strong man readily agreed, holding swords and axes in hand, and marched forward from the wall.
The raindrops pattered on the armor leaves. They turned a deaf ear and followed closely behind the soldiers and horses, looking straight ahead.
Liang people are also bloody.
A junior high school student peeled off his tattered armor, opened his dark chest, held a knife and ax in his hand, and was furious.
Dozens of people behind him all took off their helmets, threw them on the ground, and rushed forward laughing.
"Puff! Puff!" The sound of knives and axes piercing flesh was heard endlessly.
Liang Renjun, who was the first to charge with his chest bare, was covered in blood. He ignored his injuries and chopped off the neck of a Xia soldier with his long Ke ax, and then killed another person with a sideways sweep.
Several long spears were thrust into his chest. Blood bleeded from the corners of his mouth, and he stretched his hands forward as if to strangle Li Lin's throat.
Lightning fell, the sword flashed, and the head rolled to the ground.
Li Lin pushed away the corpse, held Mo Dao in his hand, and plunged into the enemy soldiers.
There are no tricks, just trading injury for injury, fighting for life.
On the battlefield of a heroic man, there is no room for cheating and cunning. He relies on skill, courage and the help of his robes.
"It's just death!"
"It's just death!"
The war horses snorted and neighed incessantly.
They are also frequent visitors to the battlefield and have experienced countless swords and swords.
The knight comforted them patiently, but the death rate of the war horses even exceeded theirs.
People are tall, short, fat and thin, and so are horses.
People can be brave and cowardly, and so can horses.
Horses with rich experience in battle are stronger than horses that are new to the battlefield. Many people tend to ignore this and think that horses are just a number, as if the number is enough.
Knights who live with their war horses day and night dare not think so. "Veterans" among war horses are rare. Knights love their war horses like family members. They are their companions who rely on to survive when they charge, and they are silent warriors.
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"Mount your horse and charge forward." Du Youyi envoy Wang Jianji gave the order.
In fact, the time is not yet ripe.
The enemy's front army was frustrated and retreated step by step, but the overall position was still stable and had not collapsed. However, seeing that the rain showed no sign of stopping, if it continued, the soil would become softer, and it would be more troublesome to rush forward.
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Charging under such circumstances is bound to be difficult and will definitely result in heavy casualties.
But after the order was given, there was no hesitation. The sergeants mounted their horses one after another and began to line up, waiting for the signal to attack.
The horses neighed one after another, their hooves kept scratching the ground, and they gasped heavily from their nostrils.
They are sensitive and know that the time to fight has come.
The flags were lit and the drums kept beating.
Groups of cavalry rode out, carefully adapting to the wet grass.
The officer with the flag on his back rushed to the front, firmly controlling the rhythm. With his movements, the speed of the first wave of hundreds of riders gradually increased.
The sound of hoofbeats could be heard clearly even on the noisy battlefield.
The leading officer sped up, and Gao Youqing followed closely behind him. On the somber battlefield, he actually had a playful look on his face, as if this was not a desperate effort, but just a simple hunt.
"Kill!" The leading officer raised the horse straight up, accelerated to the extreme, and rushed towards the flank of Liang Jun's front formation.
"Hoo!" In the heavy rain, countless horses were put down in unison and rushed forward at high speed with a cold light.
