The clouds floated, and the rising sun rose to the clouds. The warm red color pushed away the mist of the morning and wrapped the distant foothills, fields, and mottled red marks into the distant foothills, fields, and land with mottled red marks. In the camp below, countless steps slowly stepped out of the gate. The shaft of the chariot rolled over the red soil and squeezed out the dark red liquid. In the squeaking moan of the axles, figures gathered neatly on the field to form a long dragon winding in the winding direction.

The morning breeze blew across the field, and the flags extended forward and back and forth to fly. In the field of view, groups of crows made unknown roars. They flew down the branches with red eyes and fell on the field, pecking at the ground, and occasionally, arrows flew over, and were frightened and flew away in pieces.

The marching dragon was not silent. He looked at the corpses that were not too late to take them away, most of which were from Khitans. The soldiers picked up a stone on the ground and threw them towards the corpse.

In the team, he laughed and said to his companions: "Look, aren't the Khitans fierce? The bodies are not cleaned up yet."

"......Don't say, I was stabbed a few days ago, but I still cut off the Khitans. Tsk, the scream, now looking back, it's even more beautiful than a woman screaming in bed!"

"Bad! You have never tasted a woman's taste. The sound is like a fairy music. That's so comfortable!"

In the marching team, soldiers in groups of three or three were laughing while walking, or spitting at the passing Khitan corpses, probably they were familiar with each other, or their brothers died at the hands of the Khitan soldiers.

That day, the hard fight seemed brave and guarded the camp without retreating. He directly fought with the Khitan soldiers and horses who were pressing up. The consequence was that nearly 20,000 casualties, of which more than 9,000 were killed directly on the front line. The remaining soldiers were injured and were still left in the repaired camp.

However, everyone, including Geng Qing, knew that the Khitans were not feeling well, and they were not afraid of life and had no rules to fight. Unless they had sneak attacks, there would be heavy casualties.

The wind blew past the team, and the flying flags, scouts came and went, and sent or heard from them. In the continuous team, the cavalry retained their horsepower and led their horses on both wings. In the distance, there were also small groups of dozens or hundreds of people gathered around King Yong and walked slowly. Geng Qing specially changed into armor and had a dark and majestic face. Around him were the righteous brother Li Cunxiao and the generals in the army, Li Siyuan, Wang Yanzhang, Shi Jingtang, Yan Bao, Li Cunshen, Fu Daozhao, Xie Yanzhang, He Gui... Almost gathered the fierce generals fighting in the Central Plains and Yanmen area.

The group discussed the details of the upcoming war with King Yong while walking, while Shatuo general Li Cunshen and Yan Bao were also in the middle. Obviously, they were not xenophobic, so they listened quietly to the words of King Yong.

"You all know that I am not proficient in military affairs and only know some minor tricks in the court, but it is still possible to analyze the pros and cons of the enemy and us. How to fight this war depends on the generals' command before the battle and the soldiers' will to kill the enemy!"

The horse's hooves walked across the ground. As Geng Qing's words spread, Jiuyu brought the map with the people and rode his horse on the way they were marching.

"The Khitans established their country with martial arts. They had everything from hunters in the mountains, fishermen on the beach, and herdsmen on the grassland. If you want to fight with them to the end, you must have something they don't understand. Two days ago, you probably saw that the subsequent soldiers and horses entered the camp one after another with heavy things. They were the camps of firearms. They raised their soldiers for a thousand days and used for a while. These were all big treasures."

Shi Jingtang, who had been in Chang'an for ten years, showed a smile on his face. The Firearms Camp is indeed the treasure of King Yong and he has never shown it to others easily. In the past ten years, he had the honor to have seen it several times, but he had only seen it from afar. He thought that he knew more than Li Cunshen, Yan Bao and others, and couldn't help but feel proud.

"There is some confidence that King Yong's firearms camp has been inserted into the battlefield and is facing the Khitans head-on."

"Don't think about it all, it's still far from confrontation head-on."

Geng Qing interrupted his imagination and turned around to sweep the generals behind him, "The power of firearms is limited after all. Yelu Abaoji and his army were hit by a firearm and would inevitably retreat. When the team reorganized and came up, I am afraid that I will no longer be afraid."

He stressed it hard.

"The sharp blade must be used in practice." Then, he turned his eyes away, walked slowly with the war horse, and his body shook slightly. Geng Qing continued: "When he is alone in the court, when he is weak, he should restrain his edge and be kind to others. When he has a political enemy, the opponent has a huge force and needs to take every step, be cautious and cannot collide head-on, so he can find another way. This can actually work if he puts it in military affairs."

The competition in the court is dark and terrifying. The same is true on the battlefield, but it seems more intuitive. There are all longings on the battlefield around him, so he naturally understands the meaning of King Yong's words.

"We cannot fight against the Khitans on the front. Analyze the pros and cons. The weakness of the Khitan lies in their mounts!" Li Siyuan's military strategy was very high. He could understand it in his heart. "In the past, I often heard from his adoptive father that the Khitan loved war horses and collected horses from all over the world. The consequence was that the horses in the Khitan were all messy. If an army raided, it might have enough endurance, but the outbreak was not long-lasting. He fought with us alone on the field and could only cruis in the field and did not dare to rush forward!"

Gu Feng

Geng Qing was not proficient in military affairs. After Li Siyuan said this, he did not expect that the vague sentence would have the effect of prompting. He couldn't help but smile and continued to talk.

"Siyuan said it well. If we can't fight the front, we can use our advantages to deal with the Khitan. If we can lead the Khitan cavalry to cut it off, we will have a little more points in the victory! Otherwise, it will be unbearable for us over time. Package and troops are a big problem. We can only rely on the Northwest cavalry and the Shatuo cavalry threaten Yelu Abaoji to have a chance."

"King Yong, what we can think of, Yelu Abaoji may not be unaware of it!" He Gui bowed. Facing King Yong, his tone was much more relaxed than usual.

"Then he's not too late to take care of it!"

Geng Qing looked at the team, and the objects covered by white cloth were pulled behind the source of the car. "The firearm camp and the soldiers made Yelu Abaoji have no time to take care of them, especially the firearms, which must be exhausted, so that they can get the best chance for the cavalry on both wings."

Afterwards, the generals rode away and returned to their respective corpses. Geng Qing and Li Cunxiao walked together, and were silent for a moment, and he spoke first.

"Cun Xiao... If you really have a chance, you might be sure to kill Yelu Abaoji's midfielder in one fell swoop?"

"It's hard to say... He has a squid army around him. He fought with them that day and was indeed a rare elite." Li Cunxiao's expression was solemn, without any contempt.

In addition to the Black Crow Army and the Longyou Iron Cavalry that he trained himself, the cavalry army belongs to the Skin Army. If you rely solely on riding and archery, you will have to be the first two.

"Don't worry, brother, I will do my best to keep filial piety!"

When he hugged his fists heavily, Jiuyu on the side smiled and said, "Governor is the only thing that can be assured. Our family will come here to help you!"

Simple words float in the wind, and the bright morning light extends.

The ancient city, with mottled knife marks and scorch marks, there were many soldiers and generals on the city wall, pressing the sword head to present a stern appearance. Zhou Dewei stood with a sword. Listening to the information of his eldest son Zhou Guangfu, he remembered the past peaceful days in Youzhou.

Make him miss it.

Maybe I can see it again after this battle.

Under the same sky, the sound of muffled thunder passing through the earth, and at the end of the distant world, dust filled the smoke, and amid the flying flags, a dark army was spreading.

"After this battle, Youzhou will not seal the sword for three days, and the men will still plunder it!" Yelu Abaoji looked at the brilliant morning sun and rose into the clouds and said softly.

Not long after, the sound of footsteps and horns spread across the land, sweeping like a wave towards the wilderness west of Youzhou.

The sun rises into the clouds.

The cool long wind swayed in the forest, and two armies from the north and south gradually entered the vision of both sides. The sound of horns and war drums finally resounded at this moment.
Chapter completed!