The messy and broken Guanjin Line is filled with the strong smell of blood before it is washed away by heavy rain.
Tens of thousands of wounded soldiers stood guard on their war horses, waiting for an order before they got on their horses and galloped towards the headquarters.
The night is dark and the sky is like ink.
People who choose to fight at night want to take advantage of the limited field of vision to carry out sneak attacks, but this same limitation can also blind them.
For example, now, it is obvious that the wounded soldiers are leaving, but in the eyes of the Tartars, they are the Jiang family army from the headquarters.
Jiang Chengyuan withdrew his gaze and raised his head to stare at the sky again.
Night battles are not better the darker they are. The invisible environment makes it difficult to distinguish between ourselves and the enemy, making it more difficult to identify the battle situation and to conduct command.
Only the moment when the full moon hangs high is the real moment of charge.
As the dark clouds gradually moved away, light rose around them, and the "injured" soldiers lying on the ground could be vaguely seen, as well as the "tired" compatriots taking a nap with their eyes closed.
After calculation, the wounded soldiers who returned to the headquarters had already gone far away, so far away that they could not hear the fighting sound of the Guanjin Line.
Jiang Chengyuan leaned down to the ground and listened to the vibration. After a moment, he stood up and said, "Here he comes."
Countless Tartar troops, stepping on tens of millions of iron hooves, surrounded the Guanjin Line in an instant.
The most courageous Anda cavalry rushed in, vowing to trample the wounded soldiers to death on the ground as quickly as possible and crush the bones of the soldiers of the Dayu Dynasty.
If it was not the Jiang family's army that was ambushing here, and if no one expected this counterattack, then the entire Guanjin Line would be completely destroyed, and hundreds of thousands of soldiers would be evaporated, causing immeasurable losses.
The Tartars may also have expected a victory in this battle. They all had brisk smiles on their faces and looked in the direction of the food-rich Central Plains. Their eyes could not hide their greed and desire.
That's it.
Soon enough, the injured soldiers jumped up, the swords hidden under their bodies were unsheathed, and they slashed at the enemy as fast as possible.
The Tartar horses were frightened, neighing and raising their front hooves.
The tired soldier stood up, took out the caltrops from his arms, and threw them under the horses' hooves with great precision.
The horse had just recovered from the fright, then dropped its hoof, and suffered unspeakable pain. It could only neigh and raise its hoof again, or fall down in pain.
The officers and soldiers of Dayu were in an ambush this time, so they could not fight on horseback. The infantry had an irreversible disadvantage against the cavalry, so they could only outwit but not attack by force.
Caltrops are the nemesis of horses and are an excellent weapon against cavalry.
The advantage is that it can force the Tartars to change from cavalry to infantry, and even be beaten to a pulp.
The disadvantage is that the caltrops can hurt horses as well as people. If the soldiers of Dayu stepped on them themselves, they would have to fight with bared teeth and grins.
Knives collided with swords, guns and spears blocked back and forth.
The hatred between the country and the family, as well as private hatred and public resentment, all exploded to the extreme at this moment.
Everyone's eyes were red, roaring, roaring, and venting. While stabbing the sharp blade into the enemy's body, they opened their arms and fell down.
As a new generation of young generals, Jiang Chengyuan took his father's place without hesitation and mastered the Jiang family's sword skills to the fullest.
Blood, blood everywhere.
On the hands, on the body, on the face.
The enemy's, the compatriot's, one's own.
Some people beat themselves to exhaustion, but still want to take away one more life.
Some people fell down helplessly, with unwillingness still surging in their eyes.
Jiang Chengyuan could no longer remember how many Tartars he had killed. Bloody flowers spread in front of his eyes, and his vision turned red. He suddenly remembered the days when he was swinging a fan casually, those absurd years, and all the pretentious people in Fengjing. The young master from an aristocratic family thought of his two sisters again.
I used to feel sad for the real and fake daughter, struggled hard between the two sisters, avoided the relationship for many years, and always missed it after I woke up.
It wasn't until he rushed to this battlefield and saw countless children who had lost their homes and soldiers who fell on the battlefield that he realized how insignificant the things he had been struggling with were.
In this world, it is not only the quiet years in Fengjing, but also countless visible and invisible darkness that breed in different corners.
When you are only as tall as your thumb, you see a world as long as your thumb.
Only by breaking away from the sight of the thumb and seeing more and further things can you realize that the trouble of the thumb is just the trouble of the thumb itself.
Until now, Jiang Chengyuan still feels sad for Jiang Chenghuan's death and feels sorry for Jiang Sheng's suffering, but he has been able to accept everything calmly, accept the joys and sorrows of the world, the joys and sorrows.
His love expanded from home to country, and his wish was to expel the Tartars and guard the borders.
Just like now, pierce the enemy's chest with a knife, then kick it away to block the sneak attack from behind.
"careful."
Two more spears came forward, obviously intending to capture the king first.
Someone used a long knife to push it away, then joined the fight, waving back to back with him.
"Why are you here?" Jiang Chengyuan asked with a raised voice, "Wouldn't it be better to stay back at the headquarters? If something happens to you, Jiang Guan will be sad."
"She wasn't sad when something happened to you?" Fang Heng snorted in response, "Don't say you didn't hear that brother."
I heard it, how could I not hear it.
However, due to the military emergency, he could not even dismount his horse to respond, let alone stretch out his arms to embrace his sister who had been absent from his life for thirteen years.
"As long as you can live, are you afraid that you won't be able to respond?" Fang Heng seemed to have guessed what he was thinking, "Don't blame me for not warning you. My sister is about to get her haircut. There will definitely be some brat who will coax her by then. We have to do it for her. Keep it close."
I don’t know which young master in Fengjing dares to marry a girl who is guarded by seven brothers.
Jiang Chengyuan burst into tears and laughed. His vision became increasingly blurry, but his sword skills became more and more fierce.
"Okay, then let us fight to the end, fight to the end, return to Fengjing alive, and...see my sister alive."
The two men were unstoppable, facing the enemy back to back, and wherever they passed, the Tartars would not be spared.
As more and more people fell, the Tartars surrounding Guanjin Line sensed something was wrong.
Originally, the vanguard was sent in to crush them, but the result was that the horses roared and screamed, but the line of sight was blocked, so they had to let the sentries come to investigate in person.
However, the officers and soldiers of Dayu were already on guard. A sentry came to chop one, and a pair of sentries came to chop a pair.
After even sending three sentries but none of them returned, the third prince Anda finally realized something was wrong, and quickly stopped the attack and used whistles to convey his intention to retreat.
But in our vast land, you can come and leave whenever you want.
"My sons, the Tartars want to retreat, kill them." Jiang Chengyuan raised his sword and shouted, "Kill all the Tartars and avenge the frontier fathers!"
"Revenge for the frontier elders!" Fang Heng responded loudly.
Those who ambush have high morale, but those who are ambushed will surely be defeated.
As more and more compatriots fell, the scene in the daytime appeared again.
It's just that the day is a bloody battle, but the night is a complete victory.
Taking advantage of the victory, tens of thousands of Jiang's troops pursued the attack and forced the Tartars outside the city gate. They managed to calm down their shock after gathering with the besieging army.
