The snow stopped and the wind stopped. The long-heard sun crawled out weakly from the horizon. The snow reflected light, and it was a shaky area, which made people have to close their eyes a little to adapt to the dazzling light. A goshawk soared high in the sky, sometimes spreading his wings and sometimes gliding, freely enjoying the long-lost sunny day after the wind and snow.

The world is very quiet, but this quietness makes the goshawk feel abnormal, because in its sharp eyes, it can be clearly seen that there are countless humans standing solemnly on the ground beneath its feet, piece by piece, almost filling its sight. Goshawk knows these creatures under its feet, because many of its kind are shot down from the air by the self-proclaimed human beings under its feet with long arrows, thus losing freedom and life, so he flew high and looked carefully.

The following humans are more than all he has seen before, but there are many differences. In the past, they saw these humans riding on horses, shouting loudly, galloping on horses, with few people, but very loud. But today it seems different, with many people, but it is abnormally quiet. It is quiet that he can hear the trembling of the rabbits under the snow.

Dongdongdongdongdongdong, suddenly, there were dull drum sounds coming from below, the drum beats became denser and louder, and then the shrill sound of horns sounded from the long bronze horn or cow horns. The goshawk in the sky suddenly felt a surge of fighting spirit surged from the bottom of his heart. This feeling only appeared when he was hunting and found his prey. He was a little lost and suddenly closed his wings and rushed down like an arrow.

Kill! Kill! Kill! The huge roar almost broke the poor eardrum of the goshawk, but also woke it up from its loss of consciousness. A strong pressure came from below, almost causing it to lose its self-control. It almost fell directly to the ground, spread its wings suddenly, and with a sprint, it flew back to the sky, and looked down. The crowd was slowly moving forward. Every few steps, it would make him tremble.

It's so scary! The goshawk turned his head, spread his wings, and flew hurriedly into the distance, and it was about to stay away from this place that made it scared.

This place is called Mawangji.

Lu Dalin stood under the bright red banner of Lu's character, pointing in front of the horse whip, and his target was Mawangji.

"Today, I want to take it!" Lu Dalin said in an unquestionable tone, "Today, the Grand Marshal's wedding, we will take down the Mawangji and congratulate the Grand Marshal with victory and the blood of the barbarians!"

The barbarian general stationed at Ma Wangji was Wu Gube, a veteran Bai tribe general. He only had 20,000 cavalry and 10,000 infantry. Ma Wangji did not have a solid city wall or fortress. The thin wall that was barely repaired was only a few feet thick and a few meters high obviously could not withstand an enemy's impact. What's more, the enemy in front of him was completely armed to his teeth. Looking at the huge siege tools that followed their infantry slowly advanced, Wu Gube had already realized that he had died here in battle.

He simply gave up the obviously vulnerable wall and wanted to engage in a field battle with the Dingzhou army.

Holding up the machete in his hand high, Wugube roared: "My boys, is it death to rush forward, and it is also death to retreat. Do you choose to die gloriously or despicable?"

"Kill, kill, kill!" The answer was the sound of killing in the sky.

"Prairie eagles, go fight! Go and cut off the enemy's heads, tie them to your saddle, and show off your martial arts to your heart's content!" Wu Gubie roared, holding up his machete, and the barbarians rushed out from beside him.

Wuguber's choice was beyond Lu Dalin's surprise. If Wuguber defended the city with infantry and cavalry attacked outside, it might bring him more trouble, but this lonely and thrown style of fighting made Lu Dalin disdain and stupid! Lu Dalin sneered.

The drum beats suddenly changed, causing the flag to roar. Dozens of scattered 1000 people gathered together, and nearly a thousand chariots gathered into a straight line. As the soldiers who pushed the chariot forward made a crazy move, all the chariots were connected into one, and the 100-fly crossbows carried on the chariot opened their ferocious mouths.

Rows of spear soldiers stepped forward, and the spears were raised diagonally. The rear of the chariot immediately turned into a forest of guns with cold light. The spear blades more than one foot long shone with sunlight and shining.

Behind the spearmen, rows of archers opened their mouths, and the crossbowmen opened the crossbow machine, and two crossbows were neatly laid under each of their feet.

"Block!" A shout broke the silence of the archers. Countless first-grade bows buzzed, and the long arrows broke out from the strings and shot into the sky obliquely. After flying to the highest point, they suddenly pierced their heads, breaking through the enemy's leather armor, splashing blood, sweeping out a blank space for the enemy that was rushing like a tide.

“Clean!”

The crossbow soldiers and the hundred-fly crossbow were launched at the same time. The short crossbow, as dense as a locust, with a terrifying scream, cut out the afterimage that was difficult to see clearly in human eyes, and rushed to the enemy opposite.

At the same time, long whistles sounded in the spear phalanx, and all the spearmen lowered their heads at once. At the right time, countless arrows fell in the air and landed on their iron armor, making a jingle sound, either sliding to one side or shooting into the warriors' bodies along the gaps of the iron armor. With the sound of muffled groans, the spearmen who fell to the ground were quickly removed and new soldiers filled in.

Compared to the spearmen wearing iron armor, the crossbowmen fell more when they shot against the barbarians, and people kept falling down and adding in. At this time, human life was just a simple symbol. Whether it was a general or a soldier, they stared at the approaching enemy indifferently. No one cared about the fallen colleagues, maybe the next one was himself.

The cavalry of Dingzhou Army plunged into the barbarian army from both sides, ignored the barbarian army approaching, but instead formed two conical shapes and advanced towards Ma Wangji.

After the hundred-fire crossbows were fired, the barbarian soldiers who had not had time to load the crossbow arrows and paid a huge price rushed to the front. The chariot immediately turned into a city wall, and the spears with cold light pierced out, and when they were retracted, they brought out waves of blood.

The barbarians stepped on their companions' bodies and climbed up the chariot one after another, roaring and smashing out the iron cone and iron bones in their hands into the gun forest. When the spear passed through their bodies, they threw out the sword in their hands, just to open a gap in this gun forest, rushing out of a clearing and gaining an attacking bridgehead.

The intelligent barbarians lay on the ground and crawled in along the gap between the two wheels of the chariot, but immediately, they discovered that they were greeted by the chariot soldiers' solid shields and sharp short blades.

Blood is burning!

The moment the sun jumped out of the horizon, the horse king gathered golden drums and made murderous intent. A desperate fight was unfolding between the two sides. In Dingzhou City, the same sound of golden drums and horns were filled with joy! The snow in the city had been cleaned up, and the streets paved with stone slabs were spotless. Li Qing, wearing a big red auspicious uniform, rode on the tall horse with red color, and was carrying a huge wedding team and a specially made Qibaoxiang car to go outside the city to marry his bride--Princess Qingcheng.

Dingzhou city is full of festive atmosphere. Every household has hung red lanterns on the lintel. The richer ones have even pulled some red silk, tied them to the tree in front of the door, hung on the railings on the upper floors, slowly fluttering in the wind. Put on brand new clothes, stand by the street in front of the door, listen to the sound of the gongs and the sound of the broken horse hooves, silently calculating the time when the commander passed by here in his heart.

Li Qing smiled. After all, it was a day for him to be happy. It was fake to say that he was unhappy. Today, Tang Hu did not ride a horse, but walked in front of Li Qing's horse and held the reins for him. Li Qing smiled and nodded to the people watching the ceremony. Every time he passed by, the whistling sound of "the great commander is mighty!" resounded throughout the city.

The city gate of Dingzhou was already in sight. From the city gate hole, the red carpet was spread all the way into the camp of Qingcheng. In the camp with bright lights, the soldiers of the palace guards were covered with red silk, and even the weapons they held in their hands were wrapped in red silk. They lost their fierce aura, and they showed a bit of joy. The tent around the big tent where Qingcheng lived had been removed, and the entire tent was filled with red, pink and white plum blossoms. At the door of the tent, Old Prince Han and Li Tuizhi, who were cheerful, looked at Li Qing who was walking from the city gate hole.

"Congratulations!" Old Prince Han smiled and said to Li Tuizhi's way.

"Congratulations!" Li Tuizhi smiled and returned the favor.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites began to conduct tedious rituals in an orderly manner.

At noon, the sun finally started to heat up a little. Li Qing was bored and finally waited for the white-bearded old man who had elongated the voice of the etiquette. The two palace maids helped Qingcheng out of the tent with red scarves covering their heads, and under the leadership of Old Prince Han, they walked towards Li Qing step by step.

Ma Wangji, Wugube put all the reserve teams in his hands into the battle, and even his personal guards were driven to the battlefield by him. At this time, under the thin city wall of Ma Wangji, there was only one lonely man standing under the flag with a big knife.

The city wall made of chariots was already broken, and the barbarians had rushed into the hands of the spear and were fighting with the swordsmen who protected the spears at close range. The archers and crossbowmen threw away the bows and arrows in their hands, pulled out the short swords from their waists, and joined the close range battle. At this time, tens of thousands of people on both sides were completely tangled together.

At this time of the battle, the overall situation was settled, and Wugube had invested all his troops, but Lu Dalin's side, Changsheng Camp, Tornado Camp, and Xuanfeng Camp did not even move. The only one who was involved in the battle was Lu Dalin's direct troops in Shanglin.

"Chen Xingyue!" Lu Dalin shouted loudly.

"The last general is here!" Chen Xingyue's face was full of red light, and it was finally his turn. On the battlefield, the form had gradually become a one-sided situation. At this time, it was a good time to hone the recruits.

"Go, let the rookies experience what's going on in the battlefield!" Lu Dalin ordered. Chen Xingyue took the order excitedly and left.

Lu Dalin's eyes crossed the battlefield, and looked at the lonely figure of the old barbarian general under the city wall of Ma Wangji in the distance, shook his head slightly, turned his horse's head, and rode away.
Chapter completed!