The collision between the two armies was like a big hammer falling heavily on a thick iron block. If the hammer was facing the direction of the hammer, there was a block or stone below, and if the gravity hit, the iron would definitely be split into pieces. If the hammer was hit, it would touch the extremely hard and thick iron square, and sparks would splash everywhere. Moreover, it seemed that the iron blocks hit below would be of better quality, so it would not be surprising that the hammer would be in a few small holes.

The cavalrymen rushed over the corpse of their comrades who were lying on the way forward, flew high, trying to fall from the air and let a blank space flow out of their bodies. However, every time they just jumped up and before they reached the highest point, they were forced to the air by ten or more spears on the way. The blood was squirting wildly, and the spears were shaking, and the human and horse corpses were thrown away. The battle was only a cup of tea, and before the square formation, a high wall of corpses had been built.

Tuzuo's eyes were red. The last time the Mongolian army and the regular Dayue army confronted each other twenty years ago. Tuzuo was only over ten years old at that time, and it was not his turn to go to the battlefield. He had no real understanding of the sharpness of the Dayue infantry. In his thoughts, the Mongolian army's iron cavalry must have been indifferent. Infringers were born to build a stepping stone for the cavalry, but the infantry in front of him gave him a blow.

Seeing the blood of the tribes dyeing the snow under his feet red, the extremely frozen snow began to melt under the watering of hot snow. Although the other party also suffered casualties, it was far from its own side. If the iron shell was not broken, the casualties of soldiers would increase.

Waving the order flag, the troops attacking the frontal force divided two units and attacked Tong Wei's left and right wings.

"Cover the shooting!" Tuzo hissed. "Shoot them to death!"

The support troops behind were arrows like rain, and a cavalry rushed towards them. On their heads were feather arrows whistling towards them.

At the same time, the arrows from behind Tong Wei were also constantly being shot into sieves, and from time to time, the soldiers who were thrust upwards with guns were constantly being shot down.

Seeing the opponent's cavalry detoured to both sides of his phalanx, Tong Wei retracted his gun and retreated to the center of the formation. The iron spear was raised and shouted loudly: "Side!"

The soldiers on the left side of the square formation turned in one go, "Control!" As Tong Wei shouted, long spears stood in a row, like thorns, and sharp thorns were poked out.

The cavalry rushing toward the two wings had a thin formation and had no long-range support. Seeing the opponent's formation change, they immediately lost the courage to rush forward. They just shot arrows from afar to interfere. And behind the front formation of Lucheng Army, the two square formations began to slowly press forward under the command of Yao Meng's flag.

"Xue!" Tong Wei rushed to the forefront again and waved his spear.

The soldiers in the second row shouted amid Tong Wei's orders, flew out on the back of the first row of soldiers, and speared out, followed by the third row, the fourth row, one after another. They passed the front team one after another, like waves. The front wave had just fallen, and the back waves had reached like a mountain. In a moment, Tong Wei's military formation had completed the transfer. The front one had retreated to the end, and the last one had reached the front line. The shield players who had almost exhausted their strength handed the giant shield in their hands to another row of soldiers. After taking the giant shield, the soldiers inserted into the gap like flying. Before the Mongolian army was awakened by these waves of attacks, they had already attacked to the front. With Dangdang's voice, another shield wall stood in the front of the spearman.

The cavalry and infantry confronted each other, and the infantry retreated. The Mongolian army behind them were all disgraceful. In their opinion, Lunchun's cavalry was brave, but in this head-on duel, they actually failed. Everyone couldn't help but feel a deep loss in their hearts. It was impossible for them to do it too well. Even if they were replaced with large tent soldiers, the most they could do was to reduce their casualties. To break through the opponent's military formation, the loss of large tent soldiers would be impossible to bear.

Wuda sighed, "Twenty years ago, I was twenty years old. That time, I saw the power of Dayue, especially their Modao team. I still shuddered when I think about it. I didn't expect that twenty years have passed and thought that Dayue is not as good as before. But looking at the opponent's military front, the remaining power is still there. I want to rise, and I have a long way to go!"

Jamuha said unconvincedly: "King, I'm willing to try again. Among the border troops of Lucheng City, there are only 3,000 soldiers in their first battalion, and the others are vulnerable. Now Tuzu has already slapped the opponent's spirit, and we can strike again, so we can defeat the enemy."

Wuda smiled, "No need, Mingjin withdraws his troops, Tuzuo has done his best."

"King!" Jamuha wanted to fight again. Wuda raised his palm and shook it, "No need to say it again. It takes ten years for our troops to grow from an ordinary herdsman to a qualified soldier. The soldiers of Dayue, as long as they are equipped with armor and sharp weapons, they can grow in just one or two years. It is not cost-effective for us to replace people with people, and this kind of fighting style can afford to lose and we can't bear it. Stop the troops."

As the golden gongs rang out, Tuzuo looked at the blood on the ground and the army formation that was slowly approaching by the other party, shouted loudly, "Retreat!" and turned around and left.

The Lunchun cavalry left hundreds of corpses and retreated in a panic.

Behind him were the cheers of the border troops in Lucheng.

"Get out the troops and go back to the city!" Yao Meng calmly issued an order. Although the battle was not long, Tong Wei's front line was exhausted. In order to show the majesty and bloodiness of the Lucheng border army in this battle, and to give the soldiers on the city confidence and courage, he equipped most of the Lucheng veterans to Tong Wei. The other two military formations seemed not inferior to Tong Wei's team, but in a real fight, the difference was not a small part. If the enemy attacked another attack at this time, once Tong Wei could not stop it, he would have fun.

Tong Wei's troops turned over and walked away first. The two square formations behind him then covered them and retreated back to the Yumen Pass in an orderly manner. When they closed, flags fluttered, war drums and thunder were thunder, and cheers shook the earth. This battle made the recruits of the first battalion see that it turned out that the infantry encountered cavalry, which was not a lamb that could be slaughtered, but could turn into a tiger and swallow the coming wolves in one bite.

Although the Mongolian army was defeated, they did not care at all. The back team turned to the front team and retreated in an orderly manner. Watching the Mongolian cavalry rolling away, Qu Lu, Ding Jian, and Wang Zhuang, even Qiao Zifang, who had always been a little inconsistent with the three of them, had a smile on his face. He walked from the city wall to the door, headed by four generals, and the soldiers in the city lined up in two lines in the cave in the city gate, cheering loudly on the outside of the army entering the city.

Yao Meng stretched out his fist and fought hard against Qu Lu and others' fists, "It's so satisfying!" Qu Lu said with a smile.

"Brother Yao is mighty!" Wang Zhuang and Ding Jian hugged Yao Meng, one left and one right, and the armor leaves on their bodies collided with each other, making a jingle. In this battle, Yao Meng's main force did not even fight seriously. He just used Tong Wei's front army and won a victory. More than 100 casualties were exchanged for hundreds of deaths and injuries to the Mongolian cavalry, which was a complete victory.

Yao Meng, with a smile on his face, actually had too many doubts in his heart. He knew that if the Mongolian army had just sent another powerful force to attack him when the attack of the Lunchun tribe was at the end of his strength, he would inevitably face a bloody battle. The three thousand-thirds of the battle had to leave behind before he could retreat, but why didn't the other party do this?

On the opposite side, Aslan, Barutu, and Wuda were all generals who experienced the last battle between the Great Vietnam and the Mongolian people. They could not see this. What other intentions did they have? Yao Meng couldn't figure it out. Although he was suspicious, he could not reveal it in the slightest. The Mongolian army was at the city. At this time, morale was not to be exaggerated. Even such a victory full of doubts was enough to make the soldiers under his command excited and throw their fear of the Mongolian people out of the nine clouds. This was his original intention. The soldiers would not think so much. They would only see all this in front of them. We went to fight, we fought against the Mongolian people in the field, we won, and it was easy to win.

This is enough.

Standing on the city tower and holding the Dayue flag, Yao Meng looked at the thousands of Lucheng border troops on the city wall, raised his sword high and fell heavily, "Mongols, Mongolian troops, local chickens and dogs, but I taught us that Lucheng border troops were guarding Yumen Pass for one day, so they could not go further south."

"Yo ho ho!" More than 10,000 border troops in Lucheng shouted loudly, and their morale reached the top at this moment.

"My boys, rebuild the city defense and push our defense zone out of the city!" Yao Meng shouted.

Seeing the soldiers happily rushing out of the city under the leadership of middle-level officers, digging trenches, building horse-resisting walls, and setting traps, Yao Meng said to Qu Lu and the four others: "Come with me."

In the Mongolian army camp, which covers an area of ​​hundreds of square meters, Wuda sat cross-legged behind a short case. Under his lower head, Aslan, Malutu, Azith and others sat cross-legged on the left and right, and further down, they were some other tribal leaders with weaker strength.

Tuzu, the leader of the Lunchun tribe, knelt in front of Wuda, "King, Tuzuo has embarrassed you. I have ruined my majesty and asked the king to punish me."

Wuda waved his hand, "Victory and defeat are common in military affairs. If you are defeated, you will be punished. Then will we have no one now, right? Aslan?"

Aslan stroked her long beard and laughed: "The king said, twenty years ago, Old Aslan fought against the Yue people. If he only lost six or seven battles in ten battles, he would be overjoyed. If he lost a battle, he would be punished. Old Aslan would have ten heads that were not enough to cut."

"Thank you, Lord Aslan!" Tuzo burst into tears of gratitude.

"Go and sit down!" Wuda said.

"Yes!" Tuzuo got up, bowed and retreated to the lower head, found a seat to sit down, stared at the upper head, looked at the king Wuda who didn't care about the victory or defeat today. In his reflection, the king was not a tolerant person.

"I believe that in this battle today, everyone has many doubts. If you have any doubts, you can say them." Wuda gently knocked on the desk table and looked at everyone. (To be continued)
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