~Date: ~November 07~

Tutuo brought 20,000 troops this time, and left nearly 10,000 defensive forces in the camp. After suffering a loss, he left enough defensive forces in the camp this time. The Bayankala Mountain stretched for hundreds of miles. He could not be sure whether the Anqing defenders would appear in his old camp inexplicably again. As the saying goes, once he was bitten by a snake, he was afraid of the well rope for ten years, and he could never withstand the loss like that last time.

However, he believed that 20,000 troops were enough to form a siege against Anqing. At this stage, what he wanted was to siege. First, he put on a stance in the situation to satisfy all the important officials of the Mongolian Yuan, and then slowly repaired it. He did not think that the Great Vietnamese army had the courage to fight head-on with him, and that the Mongolian army was invincible in the field. This was what Tutuo himself, his father, or most of the important officials of the Mongolian Yuan thought so. When he discovered that the Anqing defender on the opposite side not only dared to go out of the city to fight with him, but also won the battle in the first round of the confrontation, he was more frightened, because his opponent underestimated him. In the history of the Great Vietnamese confrontation with the Mongolian army, there were very few such examples of fighting with less and more, and dared to fight bravely.

Tuotuo felt that he was being slapped loudly, making him a little dazed with his helmet, his young face turned purple, and his carefully repaired hair seemed to stand upside down. He lifted the whip and pointed to the proud and fluttering Meng flag in the distance. He trembled and said, "The whole army will press on me and trample them into powder!"

"Prince, wait!" The elder of Guoluo Minister Lakason, who was already gray-haired, grabbed the whip raised by Tuotuo. "There are only more than two thousand Anqing border troops on the slope, and the general flag is not only Anqing's main general. He neither saw the Yue flag nor Su or Hu's general flag. He did not see the general flag of the black evil Yun Zhao of the stone castle. This shows that Anqing's main force has not come here. Our entire army has pressed over and no reserve troops are left. What if the opponent's main force suddenly arrives?"

Tuotuo said angrily: "What's wrong Uncle Lacarthy, is your ambition also destroyed by the years? Do you still have the courage to be injured in more than a hundred places in the desert and still not leave the battlefield? Our 20,000 troops are pressing on the entire line. Do you think I can't eat these two thousand Anqing border troops quickly? I ate him. So what if I turn around and deal with their main force?"

Lacasson climbed Tuotuo's arm and choked: "Prince, Prince, Lacasson is old, but his heart is like in previous years. Wang Nian. When the old patriarch was alive, no matter how difficult the war was or how dangerous it was, he always left a reserve force in his hand just in case, be prepared for any event. If you are not afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of what if, what is the difference between dealing with an army of more than two thousand people, ten thousand people and twenty thousand people?"

Tuobu got out of the dead for a moment. "Okay, leave five thousand people as the reserve team, press the rest on the line, press on, and eat them raw for me!"

Lakasong put down Tutuo's arm and just wanted to leave some people behind. Tutuo is the prince and the patriarch. In front of his subordinates, he must preserve his dignity and majesty. Looking at Tutuo's slightly green and tender face, Lakasong felt a little sad. When will he truly support the sky that Lakashen has put in great painstaking efforts to build?

Looking at the army with high fighting spirit on the top of the slope, Lakasong was always a little uneasy. The opponent's performance surprised him and made him wonder. At this time, the opponent had completely closed his arms, with layers of spears standing in the center, and the crossbowmen and archers were tightly protected in the center. The entire enemy was like a hedgehog covered with spikes. They were preparing to resist and persevere. There was no doubt that they were waiting for reinforcements. Could it be that Anqing's Dayue general was so confident and fought a head-on war with Guo Luo's troops?

Yun Zhao really thought so. He just wanted to fight a tough battle with his opponent. In this battle of Shilipu, the Mongolian army's war horses were no longer their help because of hunger in a winter. As long as the stalemate lasted for a long time, these war horses would become their burden, and his soldiers did not have this problem. Therefore, Yun Zhao told his generals that this battle was courage, perseverance, confidence, and glory.

It depends on who can withstand it?

Meng Yao had no trouble in his heart. From the order that the whistle cavalry brought back Yun Zhao, he understood Yun Zhao's meaning and immediately recalled Ding Qiu, gathered all his troops together, ready to deal with the opponent's attack on all sides. The half-moon-shaped Queyue Formation is the best formation to deal with the opponent's attack at present. The Jima, who had not been smashed, was dragged together, and was arranged in a dense line in front of the Queyue Formation. The corpses of the enemy and his own people were used without exception. These corpses were built together to form a corpse wall.

On the hillside, a large number of caltrops that were not used in the previous wave were sprinkled down. No matter how this triangular gadget landed, it was sharp and not upward. For the enemy, whether it was a war horse or a soldier, as long as it stepped on, it would be a pierced foot.

"Ding Qiu, be careful, you must survive!" Meng Yao looked at Ding Qiu who was wrapping the cloth strips hard on the wound and said.

"Don't worry, I have been walking around the Hall of Yama. I am so terrifying. King Yama is upset when he sees it and will not accept me!" Ding Qiu showed a smile that he thought was very friendly, but it made everyone around him shudder, "My son is still waiting for me to raise him, train him, and train him to become a strong man. How could I die?" After wrapping the cloth strips and waved his arms, Ding Qiu stood up with satisfaction, picked up the Mo Dao, and walked towards the front.

"You can take a cup of tea and then I will come. Let's command alternately to restore your physical strength!" Meng Yao smiled and shook his spear, "You were so excited about killing before, but my iron spear has not yet been seen!"

"Okay!" Ding Qiu showed his white teeth, "You will be satisfied with this battle!" Carrying Mo Dao, he walked to the wall of corpses, leaned against the layers of corpses, turned around, and made a victory sign to Meng Yao.

This time, not only Meng Yao, but also Luo Huazhang, the commander and the personal soldiers around Meng Yao, all felt a numbness spread from the heart to the whole body, because when Ding Qiu turned around and made this gesture, his head was leaning against the heads of the two dead bodies. The deceased's face and female teeth grinned, which was extremely terrifying. With Ding Qiu's devilish smile, it really made people shudder.

This war has really completely changed Ding Qiu's life. Meng Yao sighed in his heart, hoping that Ding Qiu would not let himself get confused. Hatred can make people strive for progress, but hatred can easily blind people's eyes.

The cavalry of Guoluo's army did not expect that the Dayue army would be endless. This time there were no countless small holes, but the caltrops scattered under the grass were even more unpredictable. The horses in front stepped on the caltrops, and the triangular thorns easily pierced the horse's iron palm under the huge force of the horse's hooves. When they fell down again, they pierced deeply. In the tragic sound of the horses, people suddenly turned up and over. The ones behind couldn't stop the horses to avoid them, and they crashed into them one after another. Some knights were agile and jumped off the horses when the horses fell to the ground, but they either stepped on the caltrops themselves or were knocked down by the horses behind.

More than two hundred cavalrymen were lost, and the Mongolian army broke through this area and rushed towards the wall of corpse.

Jianbuhua rushed to the first line, and was ashamed and brave. For him, the first wave of attacks failed to leave him faceless. If he could not be retrieved, the shame this time would accompany him for the rest of his life. He was eager to clean himself with the blood of the enemy. He rushed to the front without hesitation. This time, he replaced a war horse again.

The walls of the corpses were stacked with layers of corpses frightened him, but even more angry, because he saw too many familiar faces, including his relatives and his subordinates, and at this time, they were actually used by the enemy as a shield to resist him.

He howled and rushed up. The moment the war horse approached the wall of corpse, he jumped high from the horse and landed on the wall of corpse. He raised the long sword in his hand and was about to cut it down with one force.

Ding Qiu suddenly emerged from under him, and the charge of Jianbuhua had been targeted by Ding Qiu. As the main general of the first wave of attacks, why did Ding Qiu not pay attention to this guy? With the direction of the opponent's charge, Ding Qiu moved his position. The moment when Jianbuhua jumped onto the wall of corpse, the sword in his hand had already swung out.

From the corner of his eyes, he saw a huge afterimage of the sword light. Jian Buhua had only had time to swing the knife in his hand. However, when he waved it halfway, he found that he had flew up, and the knife in his hand naturally cut into the air. He continued to fly upwards, and then, he saw his lower body, his long intestines falling from the air, and saw his familiar legs falling from the wall of corpse. Finally, he saw the blackness in front of him. He fell from the air and fell far away from the attacking Meng soldiers.

Ding Qiu's sword was cut in half.

The Third Battalion of Anqing, regardless of the enemy, the corpses of thousands of people, and the city walls built by hundreds of horses, forced the cavalry of the Guoluo tribe to face this city wall after running uphill. Although it was not only one meter tall, it was enough for the war horses that were running uphill to jump over, not to mention that these war horses were no longer as big as last year.

Furthermore, facing the city wall made of earth and stone, and facing the city wall made of these corpses, are completely different sensory concepts. Seeing those familiar faces, familiar decorations, those serene, hideous, or closed their eyes, or staring at and grinning, the mentality of the attacker was finally affected, especially seeing that his opponent actually put his companions inside, it shocked them. How determined to die is needed to do such a thing?

They had to learn to stick to the wall. When the war horses approached the wall, they leaped up and stepped on these soft corpses, or on the faces of their heads, their hearts would always tremble involuntarily.

The soldiers of the third battalion were unmoved. In Fengkou, they had built a city wall and a fortress with countless brothers' bodies. If they could kill one more Mongolian army with their dead bodies, they believed that the brothers in Jiuquan would laugh happily.

They erected their spears and widened their eyes, looking at the Mongolian army flying over from above.

(Thanks to Brother You Jin for your continued support!)
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