Outside the city of Gaimou (now Tashan Mountain City, Chenxiangtun Town, Sujiatun District, Shenyang), there are deep weeds.
The seventy-year-old Yigu only looked at the endless grassland and sighed deeply.
When the Xia people come, this place will probably turn into farmland, right? What a fertile pasture, with not a trace of sand in sight. Compared with the flat pine forest and Gaimou, it can really be thrown away.
Suddenly, the gate of Gaimou City opened wide, and hundreds of horsemen rushed out.
"Uh-" Shao Chengjie reined in his horse, looked back at the city gate, and said, "This broken door should be replaced."
The city gates are still pieced together, and the wood materials are old and new, which is very annoying. However, it seems that what needs to be replaced is the city wall. It has only been repaired so far, but the original foundation is too poor, so it is time to tear it down and rebuild it.
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After he finished complaining, Shao Chengjie pointed his horsewhip far ahead and said: "Liaoyang, Gaimou, and Xincheng are not places to play. Will you all follow me north?"
"His Royal Highness Tianhuanggui dares to go to the stomach, so what does the general have to fear?" Wang Yanzhang said with a smile.
"Your Highness, no!" Du Guangyi, who was serving as the military envoy, heard this and immediately admonished: "Our army is alone and we should not advance lightly."
After saying that, he looked at Wang Yanzhang and said angrily: "Wang Yanzhang, what are you worried about? You only have a few soldiers under your command? How dare you incite His Highness to go north?"
When Du Guangyi said this, Wang Yanzhang was shocked and angry.
He didn't think much about it at all, he just subconsciously wanted to find someone to fight with. Du Guangyi scolded him like this, as if he was luring King Qin into a dangerous place.
"Hey, it's nothing, nothing!" Shao Chengjie said to smooth things over: "Soldiers are more valuable than more elites, and there are also a lot of people."
Wang Yanzhang originally had a thousand cavalry under his command, all of whom were soldiers from the Andong Prefecture. After this period of fighting, they were somewhat damaged and there were still more than 700 left.
There are more than 3,000 horsemen under Guigu, but they are Khitan people and have not been with them for a long time, so they are indeed not very reliable.
As for the Qing Sai Army, they were the same as Wansheng Huangtou and the like. They didn't even have You Yi Envoys. They only had a few scouts, rangers, messengers, messengers and the like under Du Yuhou, who could do countless things.
However, Shao Chengjie selected 3,000 sergeants who knew how to ride on horseback from the army and gave him the captured Khitan horses. It seemed that he had planned this in advance.
"How can your Highness take risks with his body worth thousands of dollars?" Du Guangyi urged.
"Du Shijun..." Shao Chengjie said: "In the Spring and Autumn Period, the king personally led the troops. This is orthodox. Why do you stop me?"
"But now is not the time of Spring and Autumn!" Du Guangyi did not give in, stepped forward and took Shao Chengjie's reins.
"Don't try to persuade me any more." Shao Chengjie turned to look at him and said seriously: "Without a bitter battle and a great victory, how can we enjoy the country?"
Du Guangyi was stunned and didn't know how to answer.
Shao Chengjie gently pulled away his hand and sighed: "Why should hundreds of thousands of warriors in Great Xia be loyal to you, a man who has neither military merit nor bravery? Why?"
Du Guangyi was speechless and took two steps back.
Just relying on the status of the prince is not enough for people to buy it, and he knows it very well.
Relying on the legacy of the emperor, the warriors may obey for a while, but over time, it will eventually become a hidden danger. Especially when something happens in the court, it can easily cause turmoil. According to the words of the saint, it means poor fault tolerance.
But if the crown prince is promoted through military merit, even if something happens to the court or some unpopular policies are adopted, it will be fine as long as it is not too excessive. This means that he has strong fault tolerance.
"I'll leave on my own and ask you to take care of the military supplies. The military affairs of Liaoyang, Xincheng, Gaimou, and Baiwang cities will be handled by Jichuan, the king of Andong Prefecture. Do you know, generals?" Shao Chengjie looked at the Qing Sai Army again, and the soldiers of the Prefecture.
General, ordered.
"As ordered." All the generals responded in unison.
"It won't take a few days before you all can go north." Shao Chengjie laughed loudly and rushed out like lightning.
Wang Yanzhang glanced at Du Guangyi, snorted coldly, and followed closely.
Thousands of horsemen disappeared into the northern sky.
Du Guangyi looked at it quietly for a long time, then turned around, shook his head and sighed: "This is the way of the world!"
It is impossible for a prince who is gentle and resourceful to succeed to the throne in this bullshit world.
There are more than ten princes in Daxia, but in fact, very few of them really have a chance. Most of them are stuck at just one age. Now that he is fifty, he probably does not have enough time to cultivate more princes with military merit.
"Let's go!" Du Guangyi also got on the horse and ordered: "Let the elders and rich people of Baiwang County come to see me."
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Huangshui flows quietly and meanders past, highlighting a walled city on the triangle of the river bank.
The name of the city is Yikun. It was built after Abaoji ascended to the throne of Khan. It was named after the birthplace of Luping - Yikun, which has far-reaching meaning. It is roughly located in Yushu City, Wanhe Yongxiang, Keshiketeng Banner in later generations.
The ancient city area.
Yikun Prefecture was originally one of the pastures of the Uighur Shulu tribe, but now the Shulu tribe has gone far away to the north building, and only a few thousand soldiers are left in the city.
At this time, they were arrayed outside the city with all kinds of equipment, and they were very nervous.
"Nervous" does not mean that they are worried that the Khitan will lose. In fact, they don't care whether the Khitan wins or loses. They are all Bohai soldiers who were plundered and settled on the spot. Why are they worried so much?
What they were really worried about was how the Xia people would treat them after they won.
This is no joke. If you encounter a murderous person, it would not be surprising to die under their knife. There are too many such people on the grassland.
"Dongdongdong..." The war drums sounded.
The Bohai soldiers became nervous. The soldiers in the front row subconsciously clenched their spears and stared at the tall sagebrush opposite.
The Khitan horses snorted uneasily.
Horses are sensitive, and they keenly feel the scent of their own kind. And this kind of horse has a bad temper, is wild and untamable, and is extremely fierce.
"Kill! Kill! Kill!" came the murderous intent that shot straight into the sky from the opposite side.
The northwest wind blew strongly, and the murderous intention seemed to be substantial, breaking through the sagebrush and reaching this side.
One horse stood up uncontrollably, causing a cry of exclamation.
The Bohai people became even more nervous, the sergeants in the front row were trembling, and the officers scolded them in vain.
"Definitely..." A muffled sound like thunder came through the grassland, occasionally mixed with the splashing sound of trampling the river water.
The Khitan people not far away also moved. They mounted their war horses and began to jog.
The sound of horse hooves on the opposite side is getting closer and closer...
At the end, the sound of thunder was close to my ears, and the outline of a gray-black war horse appeared in the sagebrush.
"Here we come!" Some Bohai soldiers cried in despair.
The wind blew at just the right time, and all the grass bowed its head.
Black lightning carried a warrior with a ferocious face, appearing in everyone's eyelids like a ghost from the Nine Netherworld.
"Kill!" Thousands of people roared in unison, and a dozen Bohai soldiers sat down on the ground in fear.
"Shoot arrows! Shoot arrows!" the officer roared.
Even if he no longer wanted to see the Khitan people, the Xia soldiers had already rushed forward. For the sake of his own life, he should still fight.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!" Scattered arrows flew out weakly.
"I can't move!" a Bohai soldier shouted stiffly.
"I can't get excited!" A Bohai soldier cried as his crotch was filled with the smell of urine.
The faces of the people in the first two rows were pale, and some couldn't even turn around and run away. Their knuckles holding on to the spear shafts turned white, and their bodies limply wanted to fall down.
"Puff! Puff!" The sharp saber slashed across the body that lacked protection, and blood overflowed.
The powerful war horse broke into the crowd and was unstoppable.
There were no missing arrows that chased directly at the door, no swords and axes that chopped off the horse's legs, no spears that stabbed silently... nothing. The Bohai people were like a bunch of puppets, and they were instantly smashed to pieces.
The cavalry easily passed through the Bohai formation and ran into the Khitan cavalry who had already increased their horse speed.
Li Shaorong spotted a thief wearing a fur hat and smashed the hood of his mace.
"Poof!" It didn't seem to make any difference whether he wore the fur hat or not. The Khitan man fell down without saying a word.
Li Shaorong just turned his head and dodged as he was flying towards him. A lieutenant behind him screamed and fell off his horse.
Dozens of riders trampled over him, all of them his own...
"How dare you, thief!" Li Shaorong smashed his mace repeatedly, and after opening a bloody path, he pursued the Khitan thief who sneaked up on him.
There was a heartbreaking scraping sound on the armor.
Li Shaorong knew that in the process of charging forward, he suffered several stabs. Without the protection of the armor and stomach, he would probably be dead by now.
But I have a treasure armor given by the saint! Don't run away, thief, I will break your head.
The horse neighs and the wind gallops.
The black lightning was like a whirlwind, heading straight towards the person who shot the arrow.
This man seemed to be a noble man, and his armor and stomach were shining with golden light, which was really majestic. He aimed at it from a distance, fired another arrow, and when he saw that it missed, he immediately turned his horse's head and ran away.
"Poof!" Li Shaorong cracked another head, and the top of the mace was filled with red and white things.
The black lightning is getting faster and faster and will not stop until it reaches its goal.
Dozens of warriors followed him, shouting and shouting, firing their horned bows repeatedly. After shooting, they drew out their short spears, accelerated their horses, and protected Li Shaorong.
The Khitan nobleman urged his horse with all his strength, and the dead souls emerged and ran straight towards the big banner of their own side.
Li Shaorong also pushed the horse's speed to the extreme, and the horse whined in pain.
Twenty steps, ten steps, five steps, three steps...
"Die!" The mace struck down hard without any hesitation.
"Ah!" Khitan spurted blood from his mouth and nose, and fell down from his horse.
After falling off the horse, he did not die for a while. He tried hard and failed to get up.
"Peng!" Li Shaorong fell to the ground almost at the same time.
The mount whined in pain and shed big tears.
Li Shaorong stood up in confusion. It turned out that when he charged, the old man was already covered in scars.
There was a panic under the banner, and more than ten Khitan nobles mounted their horses one after another, not knowing where they wanted to go.
The loyal Khitan cavalry rushed in the opposite direction, trying to buy some time for their master.
Li Shaorong took out his riding bow, raised his hand and shot, and the thief fell to the bow.
The Khitan horse passed by him.
Li Shaorong jumped up, climbed onto the horse's back, touched the sheath and pulled out an iron bone flower.
"Come with me!" He recognized the direction and rushed over without hesitation.
There were more than a hundred cavalry following him, chasing the enemy's banner all the way east.
Behind them, thousands of horsemen from both sides were still fighting each other in the valley, causing chaos.
"You coward, do you dare to stop and fight!" Li Shaorong pinched his left arm and gave him a hammer with his right hand, and an empty horse crossed him.
He didn't care about the horsepower at all and pushed it to death.
The war horse rushed forward crazily, passing people one after another.
The paper was thrown away.
The Khitan nobles scattered and fled.
Li Shaorong cursed loudly, chased one of them, and wouldn't let go.
The two of them chased each other and ran away for several miles in the blink of an eye.
A narrow river appeared ahead.
The river is named Gaoliang (Baicha River), and its water is clear and shallow, slowly flowing into Huangshui.
The fleeing people ran into the river, and their speed suddenly slowed down.
Li Shaorong was so happy that he clamped his legs together and the horse stumbled into the river. The iron bone flower was raised high and fell heavily.
The Khitan man deflected at the critical moment and was hit in the shoulder. He screamed and fell into Hanoi.
Li Shaorong jumped off the shaky horse and landed directly on the river bed. He pulled out the dagger from his waist, grabbed the hair on the back of the thief's head, and wiped it sideways.
Blood splashed into the Gaoliang River, staining a large area red.
"Zhan Lie is dead!" someone on the river bank screamed.
Li Shaorong raised his head, gave him a sharp look, said nothing, and rushed over with a dagger.
Without saying a word, this man even abandoned his spear and ran towards the distant mountains and forests.
Li Shaorong stopped and laughed so hard that he almost burst into tears.
The rumble of horse hoofs sounded, and hundreds of cavalry troops appeared more than ten steps away.
"Have you penetrated the enemy's formation?" Li Shaorong calmly cut off Yelv Ganlie's head and asked.
"The thieves have been defeated and are scattered all over the mountains and plains." A military academy member stepped forward and reported respectfully.
They had been entangled with the Khitan people for many days. The two sides fought back and forth around the grazing land, and it completely turned into a chaotic battle.
After the message of the saint's virtue came, Liang Shuai was greatly embarrassed and ordered the cavalry troops to leave the cattle and sheep alone and use all their strength to break through the Khitan's blockade and head eastward to feed the war with war.
As for what to do if you can't grab the cattle and sheep - this is very possible - Liang Hanyong doesn't care whether you eat human flesh or kill horses to satisfy hunger, he doesn't care at all, he only wants to make progress.
If the cavalry army made no progress, he would kill the general of the cavalry army. Anyway, the saint would kill him if he continued.
In today's battle, they only carried a few days of dry food with them, and they defeated the obstruction of more than 10,000 Khitan people. The first priority now is to find food. If they can't find it, they can only kill horses. Anyway, there are a lot of these things on the battlefield.
yes.
What will happen next? To be honest, no one knows. Let’s finish the meal first and then talk about it. The vast grassland is desolate and desolate. If you can’t find food and just eat people, what else can you do?
