They walked on the grassland as if in a dream, and thoughts of doubting what they saw in front of them came to their minds from time to time.
The spring wilderness is an uncarved blanket, embroidered with flowers, grass, warblers, and swallows. It is a completely colorful world. Just looking at these colorful and dancing elves can hum a beautiful melody.
The Goddess River meanders through the grassland and gathers in a low-lying area to form the Goddess Lake. The Xianbei people also call it the "Goddess's Eyes".
It is a pity that the new generation goddess does not have blue pupils. Even if the blue sky is reflected in her eyes, it cannot change the appearance of her black hair and black eyes.
It was under the leadership of this new-generation goddess and saint that the sect set out alone to fight. Soon, they became a lone army on the fortress.
They were not under the same command system as the Central Plains Allied Forces. When the Central Plains Allied Forces were trapped in the Great Wall waiting for the weather, they gathered into more than 5,000 people and rashly headed north.
Although the believers unconditionally believed in Saint Murong Yan, after cutting off the connection with the Central Plains and going deep into the center of the battlefield, everyone could not help but fall into a pessimistic mood, just like a baby who had just cut the umbilical cord walking upright on two feet for the first time without crying.
Not making trouble is abnormal.
At this time, the general wearing the white bird helmet will always stand up.
"Pass the message of the Saint, follow the direction pointed by the tip of the sword, break camp and march!"
This is already the eighth time the march direction has been changed, but the Order will feel at ease because there is still such a person who can give orders and stabilize the morale of the army.
Perseverance is never an innate character. Because of this, having a reliable leader like Bai Feng allows the sect to prevent many unexpected things from happening.
The group of people walked for a while in a new direction. The road was smooth and smooth. There were neither pursuers nor scouts. It was hard to imagine that they were walking on a vast grassland battlefield, and Bai Feng did not order the cult to be as small as possible.
They marched quietly, just standing in an ordinary square formation and moving forward step by step.
After getting used to the silence, most of the natural fear of the battlefield has dissipated. The believers feel as if they have arrived at another ancient holy land. The grass here is deeply embedded in the earth, growing vigorously, moving with the wind like waves, and the flowers are like flowers.
The colorful waves dotting the center of the Sea of Grass are sparkling. After a cold winter, the sky has regained its splendor. The endless blue and white clouds stretch to the horizon until the huge Yinshan Mountains block the view.
Murong Yan, who was surrounded by believers in a phalanx, woke up from the bullock cart. She was seen clinging to the prison cell on her tiptoes, raising her thin, scarred hands and pointing firmly forward.
"Right there."
Without any warning, Yuyi Town suddenly appeared in front of everyone, and Bai Feng immediately ordered the religious group to slow down their march.
No one knows how they crossed the blockade and then arrived at the enemy's rear unharmed. Moreover, the religious group did not march in a hurry, nor did they deliberately hide their traces. It is too unbelievable to understand. For this reason, many people really think that they
Came to another holy land, because there is no war in the holy land.
But the fact is that it happened naturally, and the flag of the religious group appeared outside Yuyi Town.
The knights wearing white bird helmets and the knights wearing black helmets with red tassels were waiting at the front of the array, showing no signs of wanting to attack the city.
At the very center of the military formation, Saint Murong Yan's singing voice slowly sounded again.
"Ah... ha... ah... Yilasuo... ugh."
The sound was first heard by the believers closest to Murong Yan, and then they started singing along, and then the people on the periphery, and so on. After a while, it turned into a chorus with multiple voices. This singing method can
The voices supporting these more than 5,000 people spread to Yuyi Town in the most efficient manner.
The singing of prayers continues day and night, as if it has become the sound of a dream. The songs that the Xianbei people often listened to when they were young, and the music that the Han people like, are integrated and complement each other.
Bai Feng actually thought of the situation when Han Xin resorted to the tactic of being besieged on all sides at the beginning. However, the religious group did not form an absolute military advantage over Yuyi Town like the Han army did against the Chu army. If he were to lead the army entirely, he would not be able to do so at all.
It is impossible to make such a risky move.
"If it were her, everything would be different."
In order to keep the singing going, Bai Feng used shifts so that every believer could get adequate rest, but he didn't sleep for almost days and nights, as did Murong Yan and He Ba Yu'er.
In the early morning of the fourth day, the sect finally waited for this moment: Yuyi Town opened the city gate and went out to fight, intending to annihilate the sect in front of them.
Zhao Kuo naturally did not receive any information about the retreat of the front line before, so he judged that the religious group must have crossed the blockade privately and came here.
The implication is that the cult has no backup at all, only five thousand people.
"Five thousand people dare to come here to die?" Zhao Kuo said to Fan Liwu, his chief strategist: "Bai Feng and Murong Yan must be among them, otherwise these five thousand people would not have the faith to come here!"
Like Zhao Kuo, Fan Liwu was disturbed by the singing and couldn't sleep well for two days. He thought Bai Feng must have a treacherous plot and urged Zhao Kuo not to go out of the city to start a war: "Young Master now has seven military towns and hundreds of thousands of troops, so why take risks?"
? Even if they have 5,000 troops, they can't attack the city, so just let them sing their fill!"
"Mr. Fan, don't you know the allusion of being besieged on all sides?" Zhao Kuo asked: "Just by letting them stay outside the city for two days, the number of mutinies by soldiers in our Yuyi Town increased by 30%. If we don't go out of the city to kill all these believers, the soldiers will only
They think that we are weak and incapable of loyalty, especially the Rouran people."
Fan Li and Wu were speechless.
"In this battle, if I personally leave the city, I will definitely capture Bai Feng and Murong Yan alive!"
Zhao Kuo put on his battle armor and took his long bow for the first time in a long time. He had been staying in the rear since the beginning of the war. The troops here were well equipped and it was not difficult to kill just five thousand heretics.
Soon, Zhao Kuo mobilized 10,000 Beizhen troops and 5,000 Rouran mercenaries in one day, three times the strength of the religious order, and then launched an attack early in the morning of the fourth day.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! These two former best friends faced each other head-on on the battlefield for the first time. At that moment, no one knew that this would be the final battle between them.
According to an eyewitness, the singing of prayers stopped in an instant.
Under the command of General Hakuho, the religious group stood firm on the ground, waiting for the enemy's vanguard to attack.
The first wave of charges was buried in the ground by a pit trap previously dug by the cult. The pit was more than three feet deep. Once you fell in, you could only wait to be smashed to pieces by the soldiers and war horses that were squeezed in by your companions. No one
Can climb out of the pit alive.
Then the cult built a defense around several large pits. As long as it was not destroyed by a wave of attacks, the defense line could be rebuilt countless times, and the depth would be protected. Saint Murong Yan's safety would also be guaranteed. She would not die and would have the will to fight.
It will be difficult to collapse.
In order to prevent the follow-up troops from falling into the pit, Zhao Kuo decisively ordered his troops to penetrate diagonally into the religious group's formation from the left and right, trying to disrupt Bai Feng's deployment. He himself made a large circle to outflank the army from behind.
This is the safest and most threatening offensive line.
The roar of charging and killing covered the whole world, and it seemed that those who were there would be immediately buried by another person's charging and killing if they hesitated once.
The tactics of the Beizhen Rouran coalition's cavalry diagonally inserting from the left and right wings were quite effective at first, but the religious group reacted quickly. They mobilized all the spearmen, and the spearmen set up a spear array, so that the religious group's flanks
Like an angry hedgehog, anyone who dares to touch it will suffer eight hundred losses. Moreover, the intention of the cult is not to kill the enemy as much as possible. Their strategy is still to fight around the pit, letting the Beizhen and Rouran people form cavalry formations.
Chaos and confusion, compressing the space between each other, and finally unable to rush forward, the cult will force the enemies on the flanks to the pit and push them down.
This pit, which was more than three feet deep, was suddenly filled with so many smelly meat balls that it was almost impossible to tell who was who.
General Bai Feng's command was very appropriate. Killing one and counting them all was the tactics of rogue bandits, but the true purpose of the cult was not that simple.
The guard led by Zhao Kuo made a successful detour at 3:00 in the afternoon and rushed directly into the enemy's position like a sharp knife. The religious group suddenly became like a rabble and dispersed.
General Bai Feng raised the Longming Sword and wanted to rectify the religious order. For a moment, he had no other way. After all, the main forces of Beizhen and Rouran had arrived on the battlefield.
The black armor worn by He Ba Yu'er was so bright and reflective in the sun that she was responsible for desperately protecting the bodyguards of Saint Murong Yan.
Zhao Kuo was only a hundred steps away from Bai Feng at this moment. His soldiers had already begun to celebrate their victory, and he himself was about to slowly walk up to Bai Feng to show off his victory.
"Catch Murong Yan, hurry up." Zhao Kuo ordered the young boy.
"Still looking for people." A certain boy quickly ordered, and he also looked around on the battlefield.
The infantry regiment of the Rouran people was about to enter the battlefield and start mopping up, and everything seemed to be settled.
At this moment, a flower suddenly stood up on the city gate of Yuyi Town. It was brilliant red and tragic white.
The soldier with better eyesight yelled several times.
"Isn't that Shen Qiongzhi?!"
"What's going on? Why is the flag of the religious order on our city gate?"
"I heard that Shen Qiongzhi was also a member of the cult before. Could it be possible..."
Zhao Kuo stared blankly at the flower and the flag, not knowing why.
In an instant, he heard the sound of an arrow passing through the gap, and an arrow hit his body.
"Ah!" Zhao Kuo looked at the direction where the arrow was flying, and Bai Feng was staring at him.
——We won!
——Yuyi Town has been occupied by the religious group!
——Rouran people get out of our land!
General Bai Feng raised his arms and shouted three times, and the pure white phoenix was reborn from blood.