After the snow stopped, the wind became colder.
When it blows on the face, it's like scraping with a knife, causing stinging pain.
The sun was shining from the sky, causing the frozen snow on the ground to reflect a dazzling light. Looking at it, it felt like a knife had been stabbed into the eyes, and the pain went straight to the depths of the brain.
As a result, everyone, friend or foe, lowered their helmets and narrowed their eyes into a slit to observe each other.
Wu Liangha's cavalry was about to launch an attack again. They appeared scattered on the horizon in order to save horse power. They did not ride their horses, but led their horses forward slowly under the guidance of Su Led.
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The cavalry formation of the grassland barbarians has always been like this. It looks scattered but is actually organized by countless small teams. Facing the enemy, they can skillfully intersect, divide, and flank the enemy. Coupled with their strong individual combat capabilities, they can fight in the field.
There are few opponents.
The scattered black shadows on the horizon are as densely packed as ants. The footsteps of people and war horses make the hills covered with silver, and the trees sleeping in winter tremble. The silver, rustling down, is like an overturned Milky Way.
Since the collapse of the empire and the decline of the Han Dynasty at the end of the Tang Dynasty, when the northern barbarians went south to the Central Plains, they used such formations and fighting methods countless times, causing the armies of the Central Plains dynasties to collapse in disorder and not dare to fight with them.
But it is a pity that the Hu people now met Zhu Di, the King of Yan of the Ming Dynasty.
"Cao!"
On the high ground where he could overlook the enemy from a distance, Zhu Di did not wear an iron helmet, but lowered the fur hat on his head, squinting his eyes, with a bit of disdain on his face, "Tatars know this trick, other tricks are better
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General Zhang Yu smiled on the side and said, "Chitose, if the Tatars know how to work, then they are not the Tatars!"
"Tsk!" Zhu Di thought about it, "That's right, just those elm heads. Hey, they're all like fucking mallets!"
As he finished speaking, there was laughter all around.
Although Zhu Di's tone was joking, his eyes and expression were extremely serious. Strategically, he despised the enemy, but tactically, he had to pay attention to the enemy.
He squinted his eyes and looked forward as hard as he could, and suddenly the look on his face became more solemn.
Behind the scattered cavalry line of the Hu people, a huge black banner moved slowly. The Hu people warriors under that battle flag were obviously different from the people of Wu Liangha. They all wore clothes that were obviously different from those in the Central Plains.
Style, with a strong exotic style of armor.
"Tatars?"
Zhang Yu also saw it and exclaimed, "Damn it, it's been snowing for two days. Did the Tatar troops catch up?"
Zhu Neng looked serious, "Chitose, I estimate that the stubborn Tatars are going to use all their strength to eat more than 40,000 of us in one go before our reinforcements arrive!"
Zhu Di raised his head, closed his eyes, felt the warmth of the sun falling on his face, and a smile bloomed.
"Eat me? Cao, I am Sun Wukong, and I hanged his internal organs!" As he said, Zhu Di lowered his head and looked at everyone, "Old Zhu is right, the Tatars want to eat us in one go. Because they don't eat
If we leave, they won't be able to get through."
"When they crossed the Huangyugou Great Wall, they thought of a fast attack tactic." Zhu Di continued, "But now, they have lost this fast word and can only use all their strength to bite us!"
"But, I, Zhu Di."
"You, you idiots."
"Behind me, Daming!"
"They are not fucking lambs!" Zhu Di shouted loudly with eyes like daggers, "We are not lambs raised by the Tatars and can eat whatever we want? They are wolves and we are tigers. One tiger is worth ten wolves.
!You are tigers and I am the Tiger King!"
Before he finished speaking, the faces of the generals were full of bloodthirsty and unruly spirit.
Zhu Di waved his hand and said, "Get ready, damn it, fight as you should, the Tatars think they can do whatever they want because they have more cavalry? Humph, they have healed their scars and forgotten the pain!"
After the words fell, his subordinates Zhu Neng and Zhang Yu separated from each other and galloped wildly, shouting, "King Yan's Thousand Years Order, fight to the death!"
Beneath the heights, those Ming army soldiers standing in the cold wind still had no emotion on their indifferent faces after hearing the words "fight to the death."
They were still standing shoulder to shoulder, like javelins. But their eyes had some unexplainable meaning. They were also human beings. The enemy was several times larger than our own, and they had the advantage of cavalry. Many of them would die in a fight.
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Dong Dong Dong! The war drums of the Ming army began to vibrate violently in the world.
Wuwuwu! The long horn horn is full of desolation.
Amidst the sound of drums and horns, facing the Hu cavalry in the formation of three Ming troops with ten thousand men, the soldiers slowly moved their hands and feet. The archers took out the hands hidden in their armpits and kneaded their fingers.
The swordsman gently removed the frost from the handle of the weapon.
There are also gunmen, artillerymen, and spearmen. Although their movements are slow, they are powerful.
The reason why this army is victorious in every battle is because even if they know that they will die, even if they know that the war is unimaginably cruel, they will not retreat.
Hu people are wild wolves on the grassland, wandering around.
The warriors of the Central Plains are Ao Quan with ancient heritage. Silently, even a little dull, they spend their lives protecting their hometown.
Boom, boom, boom! The war drums roared, shocking the surrounding area.
King Zhu Di of Yan rode his horse and came to the front of the army.
"Are you afraid?" Zhu Di's eyes fell on a young man with frostbite on his face but clear eyes.
"What are you afraid of?" Zhu Di asked with a smile.
"I'm afraid of death!" The young sergeant shrugged his shoulders.
"Hahaha!" Zhu Di laughed on the horse, "If you are afraid of death, why do you still stay here and fight to the death with the Tatars?"
There were waves of tenderness in the clear eyes of the young man. His fingers, which were red from the cold, pointed in the direction behind him, "My family is behind, my father and mother, my family's land, my family's livestock, my family's food.
They're all there!" As he spoke, he seemed to yell with all his strength, "If I don't fight, they will die!"
At this point, the young man seemed to have gone crazy. He raised the bow and arrow in his hand and roared, "Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"
Gradually, he was in the process of changing his voice, and his extremely unpleasant voice spread far away.
Everyone in the Ming army, young and old, in their prime or not, began to join in crazy support.
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"
This is their declaration of war and their oath to their hometown.
Zhu Di looked around at his subordinates, his eyes full of pride.
Then, he galloped in front of the army and shouted loudly.
"Shout to me!"
"Tatars, if you want to fight, fight!"
"Dog Tartar, if you want to fight, fight!"
There was hidden thunder in the cold wind.
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Boom! Boom!
The ground began to tremble, and Beiyuan's cavalry suddenly charged without any warning.
They seemed to think that the hysterical shouting of the Ming army on the opposite side was due to fear. Now that they were rushing forward, they could just devour the opponent in one go.
The vanguard of the charging cavalry was two thousand-man teams. One team was slightly in front, and the other was slightly to the side.
The knights on horseback are all heavily armored, the best of the best.
The Beiyuan were not savages who drank raw materials and drank blood. They were a highly centralized military organization. During the hundreds of years of their rise and dominance, they integrated the science and technology of the Central Plains into their understanding of war.
Boom! Boom!
Horse hooves roared, and a fight was about to break out.
This chapter has been completed!