In mid-August, it's hot.

Fifty-six miles west of Mozhou, the Liang army and Lulong army contacted the Khitan tribal army again and started the third conflict.

The vast cavalry divisions of the fields and forests were divided into countless squads in tribal situations, and arrows rushed like locusts to rush and shoot, suppressing the Liang army that formed a formation.

While Liang Jun raised his shield to defend, the arrows also fought back.

In the sky, arrows passed by, fell into the crowd, splashing blood, and the figure in the middle fell down screaming, and the comrades behind filled the gap with spears.

The next moment, twenty feet away from the right side, a Khitan tribal cavalry came roaring, plucking the bow and plucking the strings, and a group of feather arrows hit the flank of the Liang army formation, and began to tentatively close-range battles, interspersed and cut the Liang army's flank formation.

On this side, the commander of the Liang army, Ge Congzhou, Li Si'an, Pang Shigu and Zhang Quanyi, were generals. When the cavalry was not as good as the opponent, the horse and field team coordinated to restrain the enemy's large cavalry and attacked steadily and advanced step by step.

From time to time, the soldiers under their command fell down, but they never disturbed their minds. They were all generals of war and had only the rules to deal with.

Soon, the cavalry was ordered to run, and the flanking military formation slowly changed its formation, like a long snake. The snake head was in contact with the tentative Khitan cavalry. In a flexible manner, he wanted to intertwin and bit the opponent. The leader of the Khitan cavalry also knew the power of the Han formation. After a moment of fighting, he did not dare to entangle too much and retreat.

The next moment, on the flank of the Liang army, Zhang Quanyi lit a rocket with his archer and shot it into the forest. The flames rose with the wind. The Khitan cavalry entrenched in the forest fled out and were driven into the wilderness.

At this time, the generals of the Liang army were holding their breath and came from Jingzhou and came to ask for help at the invitation of Liu Rengong. They fought with Mozhou and Khitan in two battles, both ending in failure. It was not how powerful the other party was, but that they were all cavalrymen, and they were all scattered and hunted everywhere in small teams. As soon as the scouts in the army left the camp, they were chased by the other party, and it was difficult to find out the details of the other party.

In the third game, the opponent took the initiative to provoke. Ge Congzhou and others could not bear this tone and formed a formation to kill him for a moment.

The burning forests and the heat waves were rushing to the face, and the advancing Liang army formation gradually began to contact the Khitan cavalry. In two quarters of an hour, the fields west of Mozhou were full of fighting and shouting, and the Liang army's horses and instigations were entangled in the Khitan cavalry and fought in an interlaced manner.

Ge Congzhou kept giving orders, teams of soldiers, small groups of cavalry interspersed around the battlefield, and instead divided the opponent's formation. Pang Shigu's gap in the chest was inserted into a Khitan cavalry. When he pulled out the bleeding line, the opponent fell off the horse on the rushing battle horse.

Arrows were constantly shooting out from the hands of the Khitan cavalry, preventing his two thousand-man cavalry formation from being cut off, and lifting up blood flowers. Pang Shigu turned his head to avoid the feather arrows crossed over his face, tied the reins, and saw the two Khitans in front of him who had more than a hundred people staggered and turned around, and shouted: "Put it over and separate them-"

The roaring sound was heard, and hundreds of Liang soldiers beside him roared first: "Kill!" and then spread, followed by more than a thousand remaining people roared: "Kill!!"

Three hundred cavalry guarded both sides, and infantry raised their shields and pushed their spears out their feet, and ran quickly at almost the same time. Dozens of people in the front row brought the momentum of death and penetrated straight towards the Khitan cavalry that was turning around and running. Then the Liang cavalry ran, intercepted the arrows and stabbed the spears, stared at the Khitans who were also fighting back, and roared hysterically. Both sides saw blood and fell from the horse's back from time to time.

I thought that no matter how strong the Khitans were, they were just like this...

Pang Shigula next to a leader of the Khitan tribe, chopped off his head and threw it high into the sky. This thought flashed through his mind, and the crowds of people were surging in his vision, and the troops under his command had completed the task of counter-cutting.

However, invisible places, groups of war horses were still galloping in the wilderness. As Liang's army wanted to advance, they shot hard. A distance of ten feet was like a diverging flood, split into two strands and ran away, detoured and interspersed, then turned into two giant fists, hitting the two wings of Ge Congzhou's central army.

The black smoke rushed into the sky from the forest, and the bloodline spread. The entire suburbs west of Mozhou were full of fighting. The storm figures and corpses lay down along the way with the advancement of the military formation. The blood-dripping soldiers shook with steel knives and staggered past the corpses on the ground. The sound of "swish" breaking through the air came over. The shaking figure shook twice, and the feather arrows were inserted into their chests and lay down on their backs.

In the almost-developed battle, under the Liang army flag standing on the hillside behind, Xie Tong looked blue and yellow, rode on a war horse, took out a handkerchief and pressed it on his mouth to cough twice, but his eyes were staring at the entire battlefield, listening to the battle situation coming from the front, and then he also gave some insights to Lingqi, asking him to pass it to the central army Ge Congzhou.

In this battle, nearly 100,000 people were piled up in the wilderness, with figures and war horses stacked on it. If you don’t pay attention, it will be difficult to distinguish the offensive of your own military formation.

As a leader who has been leading the army for more than several years, he never thought that there would be such a day to command such a war. His thin body shook slightly at this moment.

‘If there is no King Liang, how could there be a pupil today? Even if you die, you cannot repay the consequences.’

Ahem!

On the horse's back, Xie Tong coughed violently with his handkerchief. When he took it away, blood was stuck on the silk handkerchief. From Huazhou, he had already suffered from typhoid fever. Later, he ignored his injuries and illness to suppressing bandits, and then to attack Erzhu, his body gradually collapsed, and the disease penetrated his liver and lungs. Now he is dragging his body to resist the Khitans to move south.

But at this moment, his whole life seemed to be burning.

The only thing I was worried about was Geng Qing, who was far away in Luzhou, felt a little guilty.

‘At this time, Li Cunxiao was either killed or broke up with Ji Chang…’

He looked at the dense battlefield in the distance and thought so.

Woo--

Suddenly, a trumpet sounded, disrupting the scholar's thoughts. He had heard of the sound of the trumpet sound before when he fought, and that was a signal that the Khitans had withdrawn their troops.

‘What’s going on?’

While he was murmured, Ge Congzhou, who was in the battlefield of Liang's army, also frowned. It was still early and the war was in full swing. The other party suddenly withdrew his troops, which made him suspicious. He immediately issued an order, and the formations retreated and rectified and reorganized. At the same time, the intertwined Khitan cavalry running on the field came and went like the wind. Almost a few breaths after the horn sounded, they gradually separated from the Liang army and ran backwards.

When they returned to their own formation, among the vast cavalry, several Khitan cavalry of Diela troops slowly lowered their speed. The Khitan generals who came down met with the tribe leader who also came over, strode to the largest felt tent in front, lifted the curtain and walked in.

"Yilijin!" (Yilijin, the military leader of the Khitan joint tribe)

The heads of all the troops clenched their fists and bowed. There were generals like old bears on the side to squeeze out the people and stood in front, looking at the first place in the felt tent, "A Baoji, he is fighting hard, why did he suddenly withdraw his troops? Do you know, I will defeat this Han people."

The general who spoke was named Yelu Helu, who was a brother of Yelu Abaoji. Most of the leaders who followed him were good at fighting with Abaoji, such as Xiao Dilu, Yelu Xienichi, Yelu Yuwen, Yelu Haili, Yelu Jieli, Yelu Dizhan, and some surrendered generals Kang Moji, the school of Jizhou Yashu.

The first person who worshipped everyone was wearing leather armor and felt hat. He had a rough appearance and seemed to have lightning between his eyebrows, which made it difficult to look directly. He put down the knife that cut his flesh, wiped the oil stains on his hands, raised his hand to let He Lu sit down, waved his hand, and let the rest of the people in each department sit down one by one.

"Just just received the news that a Han army surrounded the north of Mozhou and came out of Taihang."

"Is Li Keyong defeated?"

After hearing this news, without thinking, everyone guessed the origin of this army. Yelu Helu snorted, "The Shatuo people are useless."

All the leaders in the tent agreed.

"Since Li Keyong has been defeated, there is no need for us to stay here and continue fighting with the Han people."

"Haili is right. If you continue to kill, it will only damage my Khitan warriors."

Yelu Haili said first, and then Xiao Dilu followed suit. The two have always been in harmony, and what they said is the truth. If they are entangled here by the Han people, they will lose too many tribal warriors, which will have a great blow to the morale of the army.

Yelu Abaoji also agrees with this.

"It's not profitable to continue to entangle, and it's really time to withdraw the troops."

"Yilijin, just leave like this, aren't you afraid that the Han people think that I, Khitan, are weak?"

At this time, a female voice came to the tent. Everyone looked at him and saw a woman wearing leather armor, a white martened neck, dragging a red cloak, walking in. Behind him were five hundred Khitan female soldiers.

"Yueliduo?"

Yelu Abaoji showed surprise on his face. This was his wife Shuluping. Then he pressed the joy back to his heart, went over to greet him, and sat together with him holding the other person's hand.

"Why are you running here if you don't stay behind?"

"I heard that Yi Lijin met a difficult opponent, so come and take a look." Her appearance was very beautiful in the Khitan. It is rumored that her ancestors were descendants of the Xiao family of Emperor Yang of Sui. She grew up in the Khitan since she was a child. She has a skilled bow and horse skills, and her figure is considered agile and upright among the women of this era.

"I just heard that Yi Lijin was going to withdraw his troops... I came here just to say that before withdrawing, you might as well destroy the might of the Han people and bring the victorious army back, which would be of great help to Yi Lijin in the future." She glanced at the tent. Among the heads, Xiao Dilu was her half-brother, her mother Yelu Sagege, and Yelu Abaoji's aunt.

... Almost everyone in the account has a relative relationship with her.

Yelu Abaoji, who was so frowned slightly, and after a moment of thinking about what his wife said, he nodded, "What Yueliduo said was what Abaoji said. Everyone, after the Han people circumvented me, they were nothing more than forcing us to withdraw our troops. Then we retreat. But after the retreat, we still fight or not, it is not the Han people who have the final say!"

Khitan was still martial, and when he heard this, the tribe heads grinned and looked ferocious.

The sun was wandering outside the tent, and the sound of people and horses neighed outside the Khitan felt tent, on the west side, the running soldiers were spreading down from the mountain, the tightening flags were released and erected in the sky.

Geng Qing rode a green horse to the edge of the cliff. Looking to the east, there might be Mozhou's land, hills, mountains, plains, and lush greenery in his eyes.
Chapter completed!