The camp with sparse fire lights extinguished in an instant and was quickly occupied by darkness.

The young soldier in the squatting camp leaned against Liu Zhiyuan, his breathing became heavy, his nose wings swayed, his eyes wandering a little free, and he didn't know what to whisper.

Outside the camp, the soldiers who had not entered the camp rely on the tent and covered their bodies and listened to the movements. The military camp of nearly 80,000 people extended little by little to the left and right in such an atmosphere, seemed mysterious and quiet. Li Siyuan received a message from Wang Yanzhang, the Central Camp, and took Shi Jingtang and Yan Bao and the other two strode back to the tent.

"Where are scouts outside the camp inquiries about the movements of the Khitans?"

"Li Cunshen's people are outside."

"It's useless, Yelu Abaoji should have formed an encirclement!" Li Siyuan stopped and turned around and looked outwards dark, "Call everyone to prepare! You can also go to the front camp and notify my brother to guard the right village!"

"good!"

Shi Jingtang held his fist heavily, got on the war horse led by his personal soldiers and rushed to the front camp. Not long after he left, Li Siyuan turned around and was about to return to the tent, when a faint light of fire lit up in the darkness in the distance, and someone in the camp roared in a low voice: "The Khitans attacked at night."

"Form a formation!" Li Siyuan stood at the tent and pulled out his battle knife.

The soldiers outside the camp scattered everywhere quickly assembled. Even if the commanders at all levels did not explain this atmosphere, the soldiers knew what was going on. The soldiers who had been through the battlefield quickly checked and sorted out their equipment, followed each of their Shangguans at high speed and efficiently to guard each section of the fence, stood up to resist horses and trip ropes.

At this time, Wang Yanzhang was also doing the same thing. In addition to the soldiers hiding in the tent, more than 20,000 people spread in the dark and stood at their respective positions.

After the complex and orderly movement, there was a quiet atmosphere. From the generals to the soldiers holding the weapons tightly, in the darkness, their eyes nervously looked at everything outside the camp.

"The Khitans are coming soon!" Wang Yanzhang turned over the horse, inserted his iron spear into the ground with an iron spear, tore off the cloth strip, and then grabbed the handle of the gun and wrapped his palm tightly. His eyes swept away the figures crouching in the darkness, and his voice was clear and loud.

"Fight to death tonight, not for the country, but for the sake of oneself, the camp is trapped, and none of us will be spared. If the camp is here, we will see the sunshine tomorrow!"

No one answered in the camp.

Soon, a running scout came back in panic. He lay on the horse's back, shoulders, and six or seven arrow rods inserted in his back. When he rushed to the closed gate, a feather arrow struck over him and nailed to the wood in the middle of the arrow tower.

The scout shouted: "Preserve the camp..."

The rushing war horse seemed to have used all its strength to turn over and fall off the horse's back. There was no movement. The ownerless horse slowly slowed down and looked back, and whistled, spreading its hooves and ran away along the fence in horror.

The horses passed through the squatting figures behind the fence, and no one turned his eyes and looked straight at the darkness in the distance. The sound of dull footsteps sounded from the distance, on the mountains and fields.

After a moment, the spots of fire lit up, and black shadows spread into a line.

"Here you come!" someone whispered, and the comrades around him tightened the handle of the knife and held the shield.

In the field of vision, groups of Khitan soldiers and horses advanced rapidly and orderly, with more and more fires mixed in. The lit turtle cloth wrapped the arrows. From Khitan archers on the bowstrings, they leaned over the sky. Then there was a "whisper" sound, and the dense flames rose into the sky, which immediately turned the night red.

"Covering the comrades—"

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The commanders of each layer shouted, and in an instant, there was a neat "boom". The shields of each array put on large shields to cover their companions beside them. Thousands of soldiers were close together. The next moment, the feather arrows with flames poured down wildly, and there were jingling sounds all around.

Some were stuck in a tent and were blown by the night wind, and the fire was raised. The Han soldiers hiding inside, or Shatu soldiers, ran out quickly, and those who were on fire quickly rushed to the ground and rolled out the flames.

In this moment, the first person in the camp to fight back was the archers on the arrow tower. When the rocket passed by, the three archers pulled the bowstrings one after another and shot an arrow against several Khitan light cavalry who rushed into the land of one arrow. The soldiers who could become archers were usually strong soldiers with strong arms.

It is not difficult for ordinary soldiers to pull the bowstring once or twice, but it is not possible for anyone to pull the bow frequently like the battlefield.

Three arrows shot one arrow, and one of the two Khitan light cavalry caught an arrow while the buttocks, and ran away stumbled. However, the second batch of Khitan light cavalry came over, galloping in the night, running, constantly pulling their bows and harassed the camp. As soon as they fought back, they rode their horses away, and soon came back and continued to ride and shoot.

Li Cunshen wanted to lead a group of cavalry to drive them away, but they were all stopped by Li Siyuan.

"If you go out, you can't catch up with me, and it's easy to lose your troops. Now, the plan is to guard the camp and wait for dawn!"

As he said, the archers in the camp fought back with a lot of pieces. The arrows swept through the night sky in black, and the moment they drove away hundreds of Khitan light cavalry, countless black shadows gradually accelerated halfway outside the camp, spreading like a black wave swept towards this side.

"Prepare--"

Wang Yanzhang raised his gun and yelled. Everyone raised their swords and raised their shields. The gun forest pressed behind the Joe, staring at the "black line" running towards this side.

The Khitan soldiers who could not be seen clearly often were arrayed by their respective tribes, and they were all clan members, relatives and friends, and the battle formation was even more united. As they rushed, no one was afraid, and followed the same tribe who was facing the shield in front and rushed straight towards the Han people and Shatuo people camped in front.

On the horse's back, Wang Yanzhang and Li Siyuan made the same scream in their respective camps.

"kill--"

The next moment after the sound, the vast army led the square camp in a line. The charge of the Khitan infantry suddenly crashed into the fence, and was then nailed to death by the spear that came. The body was squeezed by the same tribe behind, and it was squeezed together layer by layer. The wooden fence could not bear the weight in an instant and collapsed with a bang.

There were also galloping cavalry throwing out quilts and putting off the fence. With the power of the war horses, several war horses used force together and dragged them directly to the ground in the fence.

In just a few dozen breaths, almost half of the camp fences on three sides were destroyed.

What exposed the Khitan soldiers were rows of scattered horses, and the Han soldiers and Shatu people were quickly rushing back to the back and re-arranged defense. At this time, the Khitan charge had already been completed, and it was impossible to stop forming a formation and slowly push over. The Khitans who rushed into the camp rushed to scattered horses, climbing, and destroying the Han people behind them.

The same fierce counterattack was also coming. Wang Yanzhang and Li Siyuan commanded their troops and strictly ordered them to block them from the horses. The generals passed by were difficult to implement.

On the front line, thousands of people were fighting, countless swords and lights were piercing into the flesh and blood of people. Blood was splattering. The war horses rushed forward and pounced on the stake and fell. The Khitan cavalry above threw them high and fell into the Han army formation. They were then nailed to death by several spears.

As soon as the war began, as expected, the war was directly raised to the most tragic level.

The cavalry and infantry all rushed together. The archer released a cold arrow, then replaced the sword and joined the battle group, blocking the Khitans who were rushing to the front line.
Chapter completed!