The sunset in the Salt Mountains.
Lou Daoyong and his party walked silently on the valley path.
The setting sun reflected in the valley and silently lengthened the figures of everyone.
I don't know how long after going deep into the mountains, the faint sound of fighting gradually became clear in Yang Xian'an's ears.
'Almost there, almost there. , feeling the increasingly clear sounds of fighting in his ears and the slightly trembling earth under his feet, Yang Xian'an dragged his legs like grout with difficulty to follow Lou Daoyong's footsteps, constantly cheering himself up in his heart.
When everyone climbed over the low mountain in front of them and passed through a dense bamboo forest halfway up the hillside, they finally arrived at their destination.
The sunset in the sky was extremely beautiful, but Yang Xian'an was not in the slightest mood to appreciate the reward from heaven.
Yang Xian'an bent his body, put his hands on his knees, and looked at the foot of the mountain while breathing heavily.
His eyes were full of shock.
At the foot of the mountain not far away, several peaks of different heights embrace an unusually spacious flat land.
At this time, on the flat ground, war drums were beating, horse hooves were rumbling, and the sound of fighting was shaking into the sky.
When Yang Xian'an looked around, the charge was just coming to an end.
There were hundreds of riders on both sides of the plain, adjusting their formations in full swing.
In the open space between the two, countless horses and soldiers were wailing in pain.
Before the soldiers on the east and west sides could adjust their formations, nearly a thousand riders rushed out from the side of the plain.
Although all the nearly a thousand riders were injured, they still rushed to the center of the flat ground as quickly as possible.
When the soldiers on the east and west sides adjusted their queues, the soldiers and horses who were lying on the ground and wailing in pain had already been cleared from the battlefield.
"Dongdongdong!"
War drums sounded again from the flat ground on the east and west sides.
As the sound of the war drums became more and more urgent, the cavalry on the east and west sides took action again.
The war horse moved from slow to fast, bringing up billowing smoke and dust.
After more than ten breaths, the smoke and dust on both sides appeared to cover the sky and the sun.
The rumble of horse hooves reached its peak from this moment on.
"kill!"
"kill!"
Two simultaneous killing sounds came from the east and west sides at the same time.
The sky full of smoke and dust blocked Yang Xianan's sight, but it could not block Yang Xianan's ears.
At the foot of the mountain, there was the neighing of war horses and the sound of horse hooves, the sounds of soldiers fighting and the screams of pain.
The more Yang Xianan listened, the more excited he became. By the end, he was so excited that he was trembling all over.
After a while, the smoke gradually dispersed, and the cavalry on the east and west sides changed positions and began to adjust their queues again, preparing to launch the next round of charge at any time.
The wounded soldiers on the north and south sides once again quickly cleared the battlefield and moved the wounded and horses.
Yang Xian'an raised his head and looked at Lou Daoyong beside him, and asked in a trembling voice: "Is this Uncle Yong's Three Thousand Trap Camp?"
Lou Daoyong looked at the soldiers below who were about to charge again, and replied with a smile: "Since the trapped camp was rebuilt, only one person has been respected as the leader."
"That person is not me, but His Highness."
"To be precise, this is His Highness's trap, and I am just taking charge of the camp for His Highness."
For some reason, whenever Lou Daoyong mentions the words "Your Highness, His Highness," the corners of his mouth will always slightly raise for a moment or two.
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During the battle in Mobei, the trapped camp that originally belonged to the Zhao family had completely stayed on the endless grassland of Mobei with Zhao Yong's final battle.
As Zhao Yong was rescued, he changed his name to Lou Daoyong and gained a new life.
The reorganized trapping camp completely belonged to Xu Yi.
Regardless of whether Xu Yi can walk out of Zongzheng Temple, these three thousand cavalrymen will always belong to him.
This was Lou Daoyong's only belief in surviving, and it was also something he had agreed with Xu Zhen at the beginning of his military training.
The new Zhao Yong, the new trapped camp, the new Zhao family.
Yang Xian'an looked at Lou Daoyong with a smile on his face and remained silent for a long time.
Finally stood up and bowed solemnly!
While the two were talking.
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Chapter 187: The ambition to be trapped is life or death
The cavalry on the ground below had finished another charge.
By this time, there were fewer than a hundred cavalrymen still standing on horseback.
Even so, the remaining cavalry on the east and west sides still refused to give up the fight.
The war drums sounded again, and a new round of charge began again.
This time, there was less smoke, less sound of horse hooves, and less sound of fighting. Even the speed of the war horse slowed down.
Everything seemed smaller.
But if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the momentum of the soldiers on the east and west sides has not diminished at all.
On the contrary, it has become increasingly fierce.
In this era, when both warring parties are evenly matched, if one side's soldiers suffer casualties of 20 to 30% before being defeated, this kind of army is already a qualified army.
If the casualties reached 40 to 50% before being defeated, this kind of army would already be considered elite.
Of course, all this is based on the premise that both warring parties are well-trained.
If a ragtag group of people can sustain 10% casualties without being defeated, it can barely be called a soldier.
At present, the soldiers trapped in the camp on the east and west sides are obviously rushing to fight to the death.
Seeing this, Yang Xian'an couldn't help but think of a sentence his father once commented on being trapped in the camp when he was a child - the ambition to be trapped in the camp will lead to death or life!
It wasn't until today that Yang Xian'an fully understood the meaning of this sentence.
"The ambition to be trapped is life or death! This is the real trap!" Yang Xian'an looked at the charge of only a hundred people below and couldn't help but murmured in a low voice.
There was another round of charge, when the two warring parties passed each other.
There are no more cavalry figures on the plains to the west.
On the plains to the east, there were only a dozen riders still sitting on their horses.
More than a dozen people stood up from the horse's belly, holding the horse's belly, raising the wooden weapons in their hands, and loudly venting their hard-won victory.
"The fight is over, it's time for us to go down." Lou Daoyong looked down at the soldiers who were half cheering and half annoyed and smiled. Update without error@
Then he slowly walked down the mountain.
When everyone arrived at the foot of the mountain, the soldiers on the plains had already withdrawn to the camp nearby.
At this time, the camp was filled with burning smoke.
The wind blew gently, and the smoke at the top instantly dispersed in all directions.
At the same time, the air was filled with the strong smell of herbs and rice.
The two flavors are mixed together, giving people an inexplicable and unclear feeling.
Yang Xian'an followed Lou Daoyong all the way, and all the soldiers along the way saluted as sir, not general.
This undoubtedly further confirms what Lou Daoyong said previously.
Yang Xian'an looked around as he walked, but he could only see a rough figure from a distance.
Now that I have a closer look, I can see that the soldiers in the camp are all big and tall, giving people an unusually majestic feeling.
I don’t know if it’s nature or nurture.
If it is acquired, the amount of money required will undoubtedly be an astronomical figure.
The emperor who came out of Zongzheng Temple through the ages.
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Chapter 187: The ambition to be trapped is life or death
