Woo! Woo!

The horn of the message resounded, and a mixed noise spread. On the crumbling front line, the fierce fighting had lasted for nearly three hours. The camps on both sides, Han soldiers and Shatuo soldiers were piled up, and there were also Khitan soldiers who were constantly rushing. The ground was covered with blood, broken flesh and blood, and the broken limbs were trampled under the feet.

Khitan Emperor Yelu Abaoji personally visited the battle formation, making the Khitan tribe army, which was already full of offensive, even more crazy. After the opponent's solid defense line showed signs of collapse, the feeling of tearing everything in his heart became strong.

"Die ahhhh--"

A Central Plains soldier stabbed the Khitan man under the shield and pushed the opponent back out of the front line. The latter held the gun handle tightly and endured the severe pain and rushed straight towards the Han soldier. The screaming gun soldier abandoned the spear, and drew his sword like crazy, slashed the opponent's neck, and the rich blood energy pounced on his face. In his sight, the head of the Khitan soldier rolled down from his shoulders with a blood line.

Huhu...huhu......

The panting soldier staggered back, and then was knocked down by the tribal soldiers rushing towards him. The blade was inserted into his chest with a "pop" and blood kept overflowing from the mouths of the Central Plains soldiers...

Wow!

Woo--

The order to retreat was sounded, and the commander of the camp was covered in blood and looked back at the central camp with incredible faces, but they did as they did, and immediately took their personal guards to let the confrontation soldiers retreat while fighting, and gave the Khitans that had long been unsolicited.

"Go!"

"Let the Khitan dog thieves go and rob, the brothers in front of you, follow us!"

The chaotic front line was intertwined, and the orders passed could not be passed to everyone's ears. The soldiers trapped in the fight had no time to leave with the brigade, and were swallowed by the crowd in a blink of an eye.

He Gui's half of his armor was covered in blood and his cloak was torn to pieces. He cursed the Khitans loudly, and occasionally scolded Wang Yanzhang, who had sent the order to retreat from the Zhongguan area. In his sight, thousands of people were trapped in, but the order to retreat came.

"A little more time, I will definitely be able to repel the Khitans..." He wiped away the blood on his face, gritted his teeth and said.

However, the retreating crowd was fighting and retreating, and had already reached his position. He Gui threw out the distracting thoughts in his mind, held up the sword and then lowered it, and drew a line on the ground.

"Re-establish the formation!"

The fire illuminated the night sky and also illuminated the camps that stretched for several miles, reflecting the shoulders of Khitan soldiers and swarmed over and over. In an instant, they broke through the front line of the horses and rushed into the military camp without any obstacles, like a rolling torrent rolling over the various camps, wielding their swords and weapons in a mad manner, or throwing burning torches into the tents to light a fire.

At this time, the war was a foregone conclusion.

The Han army formation, which was fighting and retreating in front, finally stopped under the command of the general, reorganized the team, set up a shield to form a second line of defense, and nailed the diverted Khitan soldiers to the spot.

With hissings and screams, in the burning tent, smoke and firelight covered the soldiers squatting below. The young Guo Wei looked at Liu Zhiyuan covering the cloth towel mixed with urine over his mouth and nose. He followed suit, and then lay down and pulled the temperature of the burning tent above slightly. He held the soil tightly with one hand, staring at the figure of the Khitan running at the tent.

"Tao Liu, I'm going to burn to death... When will I do it!?"

Liu Zhiyuan grabbed the knife with one hand and covered his mouth and nose with the other, "What the hell knows...but it should be soon."

After many years of military service, the Khitans rushed in so easily, and they had to hide their generals in the tent. It is not difficult to understand that this is the best time to wait for.

But the flames burning above his head brought choking smoke and high temperatures, which was really unbearable. He pinched the hilt of the knife, slowly adjusted his movements in the sound of his words, and stepped one foot into the soil.

His breathing became heavier, his eyes were red, and he whispered to his comrade in the same tent and said, "I'm going to fight."

In an instant, more than ten people in the tent stood up from the ground and held the hilt tightly in a half-kneeling posture. Guo Wei followed their appearance and stabilized his iron helmet on his head, and his tender face bulged.

At one moment, outside the tent of fighting, Wang Yanzhang rode on a horse and stood at the gate of the Central Camp, looking at the flesh-and-blooded grinder, and slowly lifted his iron spear to the Khitan soldiers.

"Send orders, all the ambushers come out, kill—"

The moment the horn sounded, the burning tent suddenly opened, and figures dragged the blade and rushed out suddenly. Liu Zhiyuan kicked his feet and shouted: "Kill——"

The other soldiers followed and rushed out of the tent with the leading figure. Guo Wei, who was behind, breathed heavily. His gritted teeth opened to the extreme at this moment, and a hysterical voice roared out of his mouth.

"Kill--"

"kill!"

Thousands of figures rushed out of the camp, rushed into the rushing tide, and entered the front line, scaring the Khitan soldiers fighting there. More importantly, there were also many Han soldiers, or Shatu soldiers behind them who rushed out of the camp, and they were slashed down one after another with the Khitans who were originally attacking the front line.

Guo Wei held the hilt and pulled the blade out of a Khitan soldier's body. Before he could take a breath, Liu Zhiyuan pulled it away. On the side, a spear stabbed towards him and stabbed the young man's waist.

"Be careful around you!"

Liu Zhiyuan yelled at him, turned around and rushed to the Khitans on the front line. Guo Wei, who was a little stunned, came to his senses, pressed the somewhat large iron helmet, held the knife in one hand and shouted fiercely, following behind, and rushed into the back of the Khitans on the front line.

Gu Wu

.........

"Oh? The Han soldiers and generals also arranged an ambush in the camp?"

On the field, the imperial flags on the high ground were roaring, and the battles on the battlefield were buzzing. After seeing the news in his hand, Yelu Abaoji had a smile of praise on his face. I think the appearance of the Han general made him feel a little fresh.

But it's just a little fresh.

"When hunting in the mountains, sudden events are normal, and they are almost the same as here. How could I be afraid of my Khitan warriors?" The emperor threw the note in his hand on the ground, "If you can't even deal with these, the Khitan soldiers will be too weak."

Yelu Abaoji comforted the anxious war horse. When the horse's hooves stepped on the spot, he issued an order to encircle the entire Han army camp, and a riot suddenly broke out in the rear. Soon, a cavalry rushed to the rear. When he heard the information, the Khitan emperor looked at the battle on the other side of the mountain with disdain.

"A group of old, weak and disabled soldiers, let Xiao Dilu go and deal with it."

Yelu Abaoji pulled off the reins and was not very interested in Zhou Dewei who rushed out of the city. As long as he defeated the Han reinforcements in front of him, Youzhou and the soldiers and civilians in Youzhou would be his prisoners.

"Your Majesty, the Xiao clan's battles were not good these days. Will they go again?..." Lu Wenjin was a little worried. He had heard the gap between the rear clan and the royal clan. According to the recent performance of Xiao Dilu and others, he was most afraid that the other party would make contributions or not. If he defeated again, Zhou Dewei would lead his troops from behind, which would have a huge impact on the battlefield here.

Yelu Abaoji waved his hand and interrupted his words.

"If the enemy is really capable of killing here, so what if I might as well compete with him? After becoming the emperor, I have not fought with the enemy for a long time." Yelu Abaoji hugged the cloak that was draped on the armor, and looked at the battlefield fighting in the distance with a high look, "I really want to kill myself."

Lu Wenjin was startled by his words and quickly stepped forward to pull the reins.

"Your Majesty, you must not. You come to your body, and there is no eyebrow on the battlefield!"

"Just joke."

Yelu Abaoji slapped his hand away, "I really want to end up, the generals here are not qualified!"

When he spoke, he looked at the surrendered general who was laughing and retreating, Yelu Abaoji wanted to continue speaking. His voice suddenly stopped. The restless feeling of the horse sitting down became stronger and stronger, and he kept swaying his mane while stepping on his hooves.

"Your Majesty, something is wrong!" Lu Wenjin and a group of Khitan generals noticed the abnormality and came up one after another.

The emperor did not answer. As the emperor who established a country on horseback, he was very familiar with these voices. In the moment just now, he heard the sound of iron hooves spreading across the earth.

"Give me the torch!" Yelu Abaoji took the torch and threw it on the ground. The burning torch was in everyone's sight, rolling slowly.

cavalry!

Yelu Abaoji suddenly looked up and looked northward. Between two breaths, there was a rushing sound spreading among the mountains ahead.

The emperor's expression was frozen.

In the camp where the battle was fighting, Wang Yanzhang turned his sight in surprise. It was almost five o'clock in the morning. In the color of Qingming, the first morning light was breaking through the gaps in the clouds.

It was like a torrent of cavalry gathering around the foot of the mountain on the high slope. The dark armor reflected the sunlight and scattered the unique luster of metal, and it scattered the smoke and dust in the sky. More than a hundred people rushed out from the surging war horses, all of which were Dangxiang people, wearing heavy iron armor, and the tall war horses were also covered with horse harnesses, rising and falling in front.

"Riding in front!"

A red cloak flew, Li Cunxiao jumped out of the horse, raised the Yu King's spear, "Light cavalry behind, kill--"

Boom boom boom...

Countless iron hooves stepped on the earth and roared. The huge cavalry array that was surging and flowing accelerated with the resounding sound. In an instant, a flood that broke into the dam exploded. Facing the rising golden morning sun, it rushed towards the Khitan army that rushed over the camp.

The huge roar shook the earth, and the Khitan soldiers and horses that were striking the Han camp, the generals stopped by the sudden cavalry. After reacting, they ran into the crowd and shouted: "Range, array, defend against the right wing--"

The words shouted were small, and more Khitan soldiers looked at the ups and downs of the "Wang Yang" there in a daze, and then their scalp became numb and tightened, and they subconsciously retreated.

The next moment.

The heavy cavalry roared over, and more than a hundred heavy armored Dangxiang cavalry, rammed into the crowd with spears, and ran at high speed, directly knocking the people over and trampling under the iron hooves. The bodies swelled wildly and trampled. In a moment, more cavalry rushed in, and their figures were knocked away, knocked down and trampled. The Khitans who were struggling with spears were full of crackling iron hooves and shattering bones.

The vast array of cavalrymen with dust swept across the street, cutting off the Khitan soldiers who were rushing to the barracks in half!

......

"Fallen flag!"
Chapter completed!