Ke Bi Neng rushed out of the tent and looked in the direction where the sound of war drums sounded, his young and resolute face was full of shock.
A goose feather-like snowflake hit his face, and a thin layer was accumulated on his shoulder in a blink of an eye.
Will the Han army launch an attack on such weather?
Could it be that Buduan is trying to trick me and lure me to attack?
In an instant, countless thoughts poured into my mind and it was difficult to make a decision.
There is no trust between him and Budugen, so he had a long talk and no result. In this chaos, even if he wanted to help Budugen, he had to prevent Budugen from biting back and saying that he was a joint venture.
The Han people launched an attack.
If that were the case, it would be difficult for him to gain a foothold in the grassland. He might be expelled from the Danhan Mountain area and could only live in the colder and more bitter north, and his current pasture was engulfed by Budugen.
The personal guard, Ke Mi, hurried over, but the bear fur coat was not ready yet.
"Master, what's going on?"
Ke Bi Neng shook his head and ordered Ke Mi to summon his subordinates to prepare for the fight, so he asked him to call Yan Rou.
Yan Rou and Ke Bineng are of the same age and have a rough appearance. Except for their different hairstyles, they cannot tell the difference between them and Ke Bineng. He quickly rushed to Ke Bineng and listened to the sound of war drums coming from the wind and snow, with his eyes
Flashing.
"This is the three counties and county soldiers attacking at the same time." Yan Rou said. "Master, don't cause trouble, guard the camp."
"Is the Yanmen here?" Ke Bineng's heart tightened. He knew that the three counties Yan Rou mentioned refer to Yanmen, Dai County, Shanggu. Dai County, Shanggu are very close to Danhan Mountain and appear here
Not surprisingly, it was unusual that Yanmen County soldiers also appeared here.
The Han army recovered so quickly? The defeat of Fuluhan was still in Senei at the beginning of the year. In less than a year, they dared to go out to fight. This was amazing.
Yan Rou turned her head to look at Ke Bineng and smiled. "Don't the general believe it?"
Kebi can stop talking.
"If I mention someone, the Grandmaster will know."
"who?"
"Zang Min." Yan Rou let out a sigh. "In the sixth year of Xiping, he and the Han generals who sent troops from Yanmen along with the Qiangqu of the Southern Xiongnu Shanyu."
Ke Bineng knew the story of the Han family and felt a little aware of it. "Is Zang Hong, the prefect of Yanmen, his son?"
"Love son." Yan Rou wrapped her coat tightly and pulled Ke Bi Neng back to the tent. "Let's go, Grandmaster, prepare to reward the army with wine and meat, I guarantee you are safe."
Ke Bi Neng was suspicious and ordered his subordinates to take strict vigilance and release the scouts to monitor the battlefield. He still followed Yan Rou into the tent.
Zhang Liao rode his horse and rushed, his spear rose and fell, killing several people one after another.
The splattered blood had dyed his armor red, and then it was frozen again, and then fresh hot blood splattered up. As the spear in his hand danced, the ice on the armor leaves made a slight cracking sound from time to time.
"Crash! Crash! Crash!" Zhang Liao ordered repeatedly while killing the enemy.
The drummer beside him held his breath, danced his arms, and beat the drum hard.
The soldiers moved forward with the sound of drums. Although the opponents had collapsed and it was time to pursue them separately, the sound of drums ordered them to gather for charge, so they could not violate the order, continue to maintain their team shape and follow Zhang Liao forward.
At this moment, the wind and snow were confused. The place where Zhang Liao's battle flag and war drums were located was the direction they were moving forward.
This is a habit developed in more than half a year of training.
They quickly understood the reason why Zhang Liao was so persistent. Less than two hundred steps away from them, the sound of war drums came, and a Han cavalry was charging in the same direction. If they dispersed, they were likely to collided.
Soon, the sound of war drums came from the front.
Zhang Liao immediately ordered the entire army to deflect to the right and keep a distance from the Han army in front to avoid collision.
At the same time, Gao Shun also ordered the entire army to deflect to the left and pass by the Yanmen cavalry led by Zang Hong. Recently, it was within range, and both sides could almost see each other.
On the battlefield of high-speed charge, this is already a very close distance. If the two sides had not had a tacit understanding, it would be possible that a wave of arrows would accidentally hurt teammates, causing unnecessary casualties.
With excellent training, the three counties' elite cavalry could not see each other, relying solely on the sound of drums, rushing back and forth in Budugen's camp, crushing the Xianbei people's counterattacks again and again.
The Xianbei people finally collapsed, some of them rode their horses to the depths of the desert, and some of them knelt down and surrendered.
The sound of war drums gradually stopped.
Zang Hong was in the middle, Zhang Liao was in the south, Gao Shun was in the north, and more than 20,000 Han knights lined up to the east, ready to launch an attack at any time.
The wind and snow were tighter, and the soldiers seized the time to eat, check their equipment, and jumped onto the backup war horse.
Although they are tired, they are very morale and have the confidence to defeat any invading enemy.
Zang Hong gasped, took the water from his personal guard, took a big mouthful, and wiped his mouth. "Gongda, Zhang Liao, how many horses are there in Gao Shun?"
"Ten thousand cavalry each." Xun You said calmly, handing the spear in his hand to his left hand and rubbing blood on his thigh with his right hand. "They move quickly and recruit knights all the way, and there are many Yanmen horse thieves inside."
"No wonder I can't recruit enough people." Zang Hong couldn't laugh or cry. "It turned out that they were recruited away."
"You can't control those people either," said Xun You. "Although horse thieves are loyal, if you don't have enough martial arts, it's still difficult for them to convince them. When they make a living on the blade, the first thing they consider is to survive.
Whoever can lead them to defeat their opponents and let them live longer will they follow."
Zang Hong sighed and said nothing.
In terms of military use, he may not be worse than Gao Shun and Zhang Liao. In terms of personal martial arts, especially cavalry warfare, he is definitely not as good as Gao Shun and Zhang Liao.
The drums sounded again and again, and the rhythm gradually soothed, as if the beating heart had returned to calm.
Xun You listened for a moment and looked at the horizon in the distance. "Ziyuan, follow me up the mountain."
"Okay." Zang Hongying said: "I'm just waiting for this moment."
The sound of war drums sounded again, and Xun You kicked the horse's belly lightly, slowly moving forward, and headed towards the highest point of Danhan Mountain.
Zang Hong led three thousand knights to follow closely behind.
Zhang Liao and Gao Shun also slowly adjusted their direction with the sound of war drums, one person walked from the south slope and the other from the north slope, standing side by side.
The wind and snow gradually stopped, the east gradually became whiter, and a red sun was about to burst out.
Xun You ascended to the top of the mountain, and his personal guards raised the battle flag.
The first ray of sunshine in the second year of Jian'an exposed the horizon, shining on the battle flag, on Xun You and Zang Hong's faces.
Behind them was the destroyed Budugen camp. The smoke was curling, the fire was dotted, and the mess was in chaos.
On the east slope of the sweaty mountain, countless Xianbei people stood at the gate of their camp, looked west, looked at the battle flags on the top of the mountain, the Han cavalry formations on both sides of the hillside, and the smoke and dust soared into the sky in the distance.
, silent as a cicada, sweating profusely.
In the midst of solemnity, a long horn sounded in Kebineng's camp.
Ke Bineng rode out alone, tied his mount at the foot of the mountain, walked up the mountain, and came to Xun You's horse step by step, and bowed down.