Northwest of the Great Shang Capital.
A mighty force of ten thousand cavalry rushed past and headed north quickly.
The 10,000 Rakshasa Army cavalry, which was almost the entire Rakshasa Army, were all taken away by Li Ziye in order to kill the 20,000 elite cavalry from the Eight Tribes of Mobei.
War is always about mutual consumption of both sides, and there is no winner.
However, even if everyone knows this truth, war is still inevitable.
There are many reasons. Positions, history, interests, and even trivial matters may become the trigger of war.
The Great Shang and the Eight Tribes of Mobei have been in conflict for a long time, and it is a special period when the cold winter comes. If the Eight Tribes of Mobei want to survive, they must go south. As for the Great Shang, it is impossible to watch their territory being taken away, and it is natural to resist. .
The war started from this.
Inevitable, fight to the death.
South of Baidi City and north of the Great Shang Capital City, two groups of cavalry were rushing towards each other almost face to face. It was only a matter of time before they met.
"Luo Xiao, tell me, how should we fight this battle?"
Li Ziye asked as he led the army forward in front of the 10,000 Rakshasa Army cavalry.
"Sneak attack!"
Luo Xiao thought for a while and said, "In the hinterland of Dashang, there is no doubt that our intelligence capabilities are superior. As long as we catch them and wait for an opportunity to attack, we can inflict heavy damage on the Mobei Iron Cavalry."
"Yes, there is progress, but"
Li Ziye admired, then changed his tone and said, "The march of Lord Bai Di to the south is similar to the way we went north. The march is flexible and we can fight wherever we want. If we want to catch them, we can It’s not easy, and as for the chance of a sneak attack, it’s even more of a luxury.”
"But, Your Majesty, if we don't find a way to sneak attack and fight head-on, our ten thousand cavalry will probably be defeated." Luo Xiao said with a worried look on his face.
"After the fight, just finish the fight."
Li Ziye said calmly, "Dashang has more people than the Eight Tribes of Mobei. With the same casualties, Mobei cannot consume us."
When Luo Xiao heard this, his expression was shocked, and he looked at the ten thousand soldiers behind him, feeling indescribably uncomfortable in his heart.
The prince means that these ten thousand Rakshasa army cavalry will be completely buried on the battlefield this time.
"Luo Xiao, this is the second lesson I have taught you."
Li Ziye looked into the distance and said with an indifferent expression, "We are mainly guerrillas in Mobei. We don't seek to kill many enemies. We only seek to disrupt the opponent's rear and force the opponent to return reinforcements. However, it is different today. It is difficult to track the enemy's whereabouts. We can only seize the few fighter opportunities, destroy the enemy's effective strength, and disrupt the plan of the eight tribes in Mobei to take advantage of the situation."
"My lord, is there no other way?" Luo Xiao asked with a look of reluctance on his face.
"No."
Li Ziye shook his head and replied, "If we want to hold back those 20,000 Mobei cavalry, we have to fight to the death. Otherwise, the cavalry will come and go at such a speed that the King of Triumph and others will not have time to rush to their aid."
The consumption of cavalry by cavalry is the most direct and brutal way of war. As long as they hold back the 20,000 cavalry of the Eight Tribes of Mobei, when the King of Triumph and others arrive with their troops, they will have the opportunity to completely eat these 20,000 people.
They can bear the price!
Bai Di, when we meet on the battlefield this time, our old friend has prepared four Martial Kings for you.
The four martial kings of Dashang surrounded and suppressed you alone, you should be content!
"Maharaja!"
Just as Li Ziye led 10,000 cavalry to the north, a spy came running on horseback a hundred miles away and said urgently, "A large-scale merchant cavalry was discovered a hundred miles away in the southwest, numbering about 10,000. "
"Ten thousand merchant cavalry?"
In front of the Mobei army, Lord Bai Di was shocked when he heard the spies' report.
Why so fast!
Dashang lacked horses, and cavalry was not the main force. The local defenders simply could not hold so many cavalry. The only explanation was that King Wu of Dashang personally led troops north.
The troops were dispatched so quickly, and the reaction speed was astonishing.
The capital city of Dashang was now in chaos. Logically speaking, even if the imperial court of Dashang discovered them, they would not be able to send troops northward like this.
Is it possible that King Wu knew in advance that his Eight Mobei tribes were going to send troops and was ready to surround them?
"Who is leading the troops?"
After a moment of thinking, Lord Bai Di came back to his senses and asked.
"We don't know yet." The spy shook his head and replied.
"Keep exploring."
Lord Bai Di ordered, "As soon as there is news, report it immediately!"
"yes!"
The spy took the order, immediately mounted his horse, and left quickly.
"Ten thousand."
Lord Bai Di looked towards the southwest with a slightly condensed expression.
Ten thousand cavalry is not a small number.
can not fight.
When cavalry meets cavalry, it will definitely be a fierce battle. If they are delayed and the opponent's reinforcements arrive, they will be in big trouble.
The 10,000 merchant cavalry were obviously coming for him, and there must be reinforcements behind them.
Thinking of this, Lord Bai Di immediately changed the direction of his march and rushed toward the southeast to avoid its sharp edge.
at the same time.
A hundred miles away, Li Ziye also received information from the spies. He stared at the north and narrowed his eyes slightly.
This grandson might run away.
No, we can't let him run away.
Dashang's territory is vast, and if that guy escapes, it will be difficult to chase him even if he wants to.
"Speed up the march!"
Li Ziye gave an order, then patted his horse and chased in the northeast direction.
The bright moon rises in the east, and under the night, the two armies are chasing each other. Even at night, there is no rest.
"The pursuit is so tight!"
In front of the Mobei army, Lord Bai Di looked more and more solemn as he received the news from the spies.
Which grandson is it that reacts so quickly?
The eldest prince has rebelled. Instead of helping to relieve the crisis in the Great Shang Capital City, he came here to chase him. He is really sick.
"Maharaja."
When the cold moon was high, another spy caught up and reported, "It has been found out that the leader of the army is the commoner king of Dashang."
"It's him?"
Lord Bai Di looked startled when he heard this.
Isn't he a member of the eldest prince? At this time, he is either helping the eldest prince to rebel, or leading his troops back to the capital to stab the eldest prince to prove his innocence. What is he doing here?
"drive!"
The bright moon traveled westward, and at night, the ten thousand Rakshasa Army cavalry rumbled past, getting closer and closer to the twenty thousand army of the Eight Tribes of Mobei.
Finally, when dawn was about to arrive, after chasing all night, Li Ziye and his 10,000 cavalry finally caught up with the Mobei army led by Bai Di.
"It's really you!"
Meeting on a narrow road, in front of the Mobei army, Lord Bai Di looked at the young man in front of the 10,000 merchant cavalry, and said coldly, "I didn't expect that we would meet again so soon."
"Your Majesty, you are welcome, the whole army obeys the order, kill!"
Li Ziye didn't waste any time and directly ordered the charge.
In the rear, the 10,000 Rakshasa Army cavalry were unequivocal and quickly rushed towards the Mobei Army in front.
Under the first ray of dawn, the two armies met, and the head-to-head fight officially began.
