Jinyang, known as Bingzhou in ancient times, is the dragon vein of the Jin Dynasty and has been a battleground for military strategists since ancient times. In March of spring, its city walls are tall and strong, the land under the city is vast and fertile, and the wind on the loess plateau carries the fragrance of vegetation and the iron blood of war horses.
In this era of divided empires, Jinyang City stood on the land in the north, like a beast monitoring all directions. Li Keyong, the later King of Jin, was the most ferocious of this beast. His iron cavalry was like a black storm, sweeping through every inch of the land mercilessly, with such force that it frightened the enemy.
In the city, the soldiers' armor reflected dazzling light in the sun, and the neighing of war horses filled the military camp, creating a strict pre-war atmosphere. Li Keyong was wearing heavy armor and holding a spear in his hand. There was no hesitation in his eyes, as if he was a veteran on the battlefield who had gone through countless tests of gunpowder smoke. Behind him, teams of well-trained soldiers, their eyes also shone with unyielding light, and their beliefs were firm, like an indestructible steel Great Wall.
As the war drums reverberated, Li Keyong's lieutenants rode to his side.
"General, the wind is strong and the flag is flying. Today is a good day to go to war." Zhang Zhi, his counselor, had the brilliance of war in his eyes.
Li Keyong nodded slightly, with firm eyes, "God helps the Jin country, and the wind helps the Jin army. Today, we will definitely defeat the enemy!"
Chengze, a young general on the side, was riding on a horse, drew his long sword and pointed it at the sky, and responded with high morale: "In the great Jin Dynasty, I am the only one who will be undefeated!"
"General, our crossbows are ready, just waiting for your order!" Li Cunxu held the bowstring tightly, his eyes sharp.
"Okay!" Li Keyong waved his spear, "Crossbowmen are ready!"
Behind them, a famous crossbow archer raised his powerful crossbow and aimed forward.
"General, our light cavalry are eager to charge." Zhao Yi, the light cavalry commander, said impatiently.
"The light cavalry obeys the order, and when the enemy is in chaos, they quickly break through the enemy's lines and spread the news of victory to every corner!" Li Keyong waved his hand and ordered.
"Follow your orders!" Zhao Yi held the riding whip tightly and looked back at his cavalry, "Brothers, join me and make the name of the Jin Kingdom famous!"
Among the group of people, there was also an old general. He was holding a heavy hammer and his hoarse voice was firm: "General, my old bones can still go into battle to kill the enemy. Let those children see the hammer of old Jinyang." !”
Li Keyong looked at these loyal generals with passion in his heart: "Old friends, let us hold high the banner of Jin together today and let those enemies tremble!"
Under the command of the generals, the army with high morale began to adjust its formation in an orderly manner and prepare for the battle.
"Soldiers!" Li Keyong's voice was like rolling thunder, spreading throughout the army, "Today's battle is not only for the Jin Kingdom, but also for our homeland and our families! Pick up your weapons and let We will use our victory to create the glory of Jin!"
"For the Kingdom of Jin!" The soldiers' echo shook the heavens and the earth. Thousands of people were united as one, and their heroic aura was enough to shake the heavens.
The army began to move forward slowly, with the sound of war drums and the hunting of big flags. Li Keyong and his generals were leading the Jin army towards their ideal - a unified and powerful Jin Kingdom.
And this battle is not just a battle between warlords, it is a symbol of an era, a contest about power, belief, and life and death. Inside and outside Jinyang City, countless heroes gathered, either for family glory or personal ambition. Each one brought their own story and devoted themselves to this endless battle between dragons and tigers. Another sleepless night, another night of fighting.
On the martial arts field, Li Keyong stood on the makeshift command podium, looking at the neat cavalry below. His voice was firm and loud, and every word was full of power.
"The cavalry obeys the order!" Li Keyong shouted loudly, pointing his spear at the sky.
Thousands of cavalry responded in unison, their voices shaking the martial arts arena: "Follow the general's order!"
"Yesterday's victory is a thing of the past. Today's troop training is for tomorrow's battle. The reason why the cavalry is invincible is because we are not afraid of hardships, dangers, life and death!" Li Keyong's eyes swept across the team one by one, each one Every soldier felt his gaze.
Lieutenant General Li Cunque came to the stage on horseback, clasped his fists and saluted, his voice full of respect: "General, the cavalry is ready and waiting for your order."
"Very good." Li Keyong nodded and turned to the soldiers, "Today, we will practice assault! Although the enemy is strong, they are just lambs to be slaughtered in front of the Jinyang cavalry!"
The soldiers were excited and excited.
Li Keyong turned to Li Cunque and said: "Cunque, you lead the left wing, and I will personally lead the center army. You will arrange reliable generals on the right wing."
"General, let me lead the right wing!" At this time, a young general stepped forward, it was Chengze.
"Chengze," Li Keyong looked at him, "can you shoulder this important task?"
"General, I am willing to protect the glory of Jin with my life!" Chengze replied without hesitation.
Li Keyong nodded with satisfaction, "Okay! In today's drill, let the enemy see the power of our Jinyang cavalry!"
"Cavalrymen, just like on the battlefield, go all out!" Li Cunque ordered loudly.
"Charge!" the soldiers shouted, and the cavalry began to move. The sound of armor clashing mixed with the neighing of war horses.
Li Keyong raised his spear and shouted: "The glory of Jin will be defended by our cavalry!"
"For the glory of Jin!" the soldiers responded like thunder.
On the martial arts field, the cavalry led by Li Keyong began their intense and orderly drill. This is not only an exercise for soldiers, but also a test for generals and a preview of the upcoming battle. In this land, every Jinyang citizen is working hard for the glory of the family and the unification of the country.
Li Keyong's eyes were tenacious and fiery, and his sight seemed to be able to penetrate the fog and see into the future. He knew that the heroes in the north were watching Jinyang with eager eyes, just like wolves on the grassland staring at weak prey, ready to launch a fatal attack at any time.
The war drums beat again, crisp and heavy. Every blow made the soldiers' hearts beat faster and their blood boil. Li Keyong raised his spear and signaled a charge towards the big flag in the center of the martial arts field. At this moment, thousands of troops and horses were like ignited flames, bursting out with amazing power.
They are not simple soldiers, but the sword in Li Ke's hand is the foundation for him to stand in this world. In Jinyang City, there are not only the people of the Li family, but also warriors from all walks of life. Their loyalty to Li Keyong is like treating their brothers.
Li Keyong knew that to survive in this era of fighting between dragons and tigers, it is not enough to rely on iron and blood alone, but also requires resourcefulness and strategy. He not only wants to be a fierce general on the battlefield, but also a strategist for victory. His enemies are scattered everywhere, some are greedy and cunning, some are fierce and unpredictable, but they will all become steps on his road to conquest.
When night fell, the lights of Jinyang City were brightly lit. Li Keyong returned to his tent, with the map spread out in front of him. His fingers wandered over it, sliding from one city to another fortress. He described the future battles in his mind and constructed grand blueprints. In his plan, Jinyang is just the starting point, and his eyes have traveled across thousands of mountains and rivers to more distant places.
In the tent where the war was held in the city, the generals were discussing around the firelight. Everyone's face was reflected by the jumping flames, just like the surging fighting spirit in their hearts. Li Keyong listened carefully to their opinions, but he already had his own plan in mind. He knew that in this era when every inch of land could become a battlefield, only by continuously expanding and strengthening his power could he remain invincible in this troubled world.
Faced with the threat of the Khitan cavalry, Li Keyong decided to adopt a preemptive strategy. The city wall of Jinyang is both a defensive barrier and a deadly cage. Li Keyong was unwilling to wait for the enemy to arrive. He wanted to take the initiative and tear apart his opponent's ambitions with iron and fire.
The sky was gradually getting brighter, and Li Keyong stood on the tower, looking at the first ray of dawn on the skyline, his ambition rising with the dawn. He knew that this battle with the Khitan cavalry would be a tough battle, but he was full of desire for victory. What he wants is not only survival, he wants glory.
He gave the order to attack, and the soldiers responded to his call, came down from the city wall, walked out of the tents, and got ready to go. Li Keyong personally led the cavalry, and they rushed out of the city gate like a black storm and advanced toward the enemy in the distance.
The sky before dawn is like the ambition in King Jin's heart, full of undercurrents of dawn. In Jinyang City, the lights were still bright, illuminating Li Keyong's determined face. His eyes fell on the unfolded sheepskin map, and his fingers gently traced the mountains and rivers. He remembered every place freshly, and every boundary indicated a future war.
In the tent under the city, the generals gathered together to discuss the upcoming battle. Li Keyong listened to their discussion and had a plan in mind. He knew that in this troubled world, every battle for land was like a gamble of life and death. And he was the most daring gambler, betting not only on the territory, but also on the future of the entire Jin King.
"Report! Report from the north. There has been a change in Shuo Fang. The Khitan cavalry are gathering, and they seem to intend to go south." A scout rushed into the tent panting, breaking the silence in the tent.
Li Keyong's brows raised slightly, he had already had a premonition. The movements of the Khitan people are both a threat and an opportunity for Jinyang. He stood up, and the armor on his body made a slight sound. His voice was calm and firm: "Send my military order and prepare the entire army. We are going to attack the Khitans."
The war drums sounded again, this time it was no longer a practice on the martial arts field, but a call to battle with real swords and guns. The cavalry soldiers stood up one after another, and the generals waved their weapons. Their eyes flashed with loyalty to the precarious Jinyang and a desire for the unknown battlefield.
Outside Jinyang City, the early morning breeze is like a rock, and the vegetation is bleak. On the city wall, the defenders clutched their spears and stared in all directions with vigilant eyes. The city wall is not only a barrier for Jinyang, but also the embodiment of Li Keyong's strong will. He is not willing to just stay in the city and wait for the enemy to attack. He prefers to take the initiative and give the enemy a fatal blow.
On the martial arts field, the cavalry have already formed their formation. Li Keyong was riding on his war horse, and the mane of the war horse was flying in the wind, like the banner of Jinyang. He raised his spear high and pointed it toward the sky, as if declaring his war intention to the heaven and earth. Behind him were elite troops wearing iron armor. They were like patches of black forest, silent and intimidating.
"My sons of Jinyang, although the Khitan cavalry are fierce, they don't know that they are facing a group of wolf-like warriors!" Li Keyong's voice echoed in the ears of the soldiers.
The soldiers' emotions were ignited, and their roars resounded through the sky. They were the courage of the people of Jinyang and the roar of the northern wolves. They know that this is not just a battle, it is a symbol of their survival and dignity.
Li Keyong turned his horse's head and waved his spear vigorously, "Charge with me!" His voice was like a war drum, inspiring every soldier. The cavalry was like a black tide, pouring out of the city gate and rushing towards the enemy in the distance.
With Li Keyong's passionate and powerful shouts, Jinyang's warriors were like awakened wolves, with unyielding flames burning in their eyes. Every beat in their hearts was closely synchronized with the rhythm of the war drums, and their blood seemed to boil into lava at this moment.
"Fight for Jinyang! Fight for glory!" Li Keyong's words seemed to be a key, opening the gate of passion in the hearts of the soldiers. These men who came from the Loess Plateau have ancestors of famous generals for generations. The spirit of resisting the enemy flows in their blood, and their bodies seem to be carved with invincible totems.
In Jinyang City, women and children gathered on the city wall, looking at this scene. Although their hearts were filled with worry, they were more filled with trust and pride. Their eyes sparkled with tears, proud of the glory that was to come to their fathers, husbands and sons. The land of Jinyang gave birth to them, and now they must use their courage to protect this land.
The cavalry soldiers wore iron armor with tight gaps between the armors, revealing only their firm eyes. The weapons in their hands have been honed to an incomparable sharpness, the manes of their horses are blown wild by the wind, and their breath is heavy and strong. Every breath they took seemed to be swallowing up the dust and blood on the battlefield.
Li Keyong rushed out first, his horse's hooves trampled the tranquility of the dawn, and his spear pointed directly at the sky, as if to pierce the darkness of this troubled world. The cavalry soldiers behind him were like liberated beasts, following his steps with great courage. As they galloped, the dust flew up, forming a series of spectacular dust dragons, which looked even more powerful in the dawn sunshine.
The city gate opened, and the cavalry poured out like a black torrent. The sound of their charge resounded through the sky, shaking every piece of land and spreading to every corner. This is not a simple war, this is a battle about glory, faith and freedom. Every soldier knew in his heart that what they were about to write was not only the history of the battle, but also the legend of their Jinyang Erlang.
At this moment, no one flinched, no one hesitated. The warriors of Jinyang waved their weapons vigorously, and their roars were louder than war drums. They are not just fighting for Li Keyong, they are fighting for their homeland and their beliefs. They are willing to use their lives to prove that the people of this northern land will never give in to any threat.
Li Keyong and his cavalry team are like a black lightning, quickly shuttling across the vast northern land. They are about to engage in a world-shaking contest with the Khitan cavalry on this ancient battlefield, a battle that will determine Jinyang The battle of fate.
With Li Keyong's sonorous and powerful orders, Jinyang's soldiers seemed to be injected with new vitality. Each of their roars was not only a vent of courage to challenge death, but also a violent cry to resist fate. They stood side by side under the same sky, waving the heavy weapons in their hands, abandoning all fear and uncertainty, and only battle occupied all positions in their consciousness.
The weapons shone coldly in the sunlight, and the gold and silver decorations inlaid on the armor were particularly eye-catching in the morning light. Every soldier's eyes shone with determination, and their faces were shaped by the seriousness and tension of war, but behind this seriousness was a heart extremely eager for victory.
Outside Jinyang City, the undulating land on the grassland formed a natural battlefield. The sound of the hoofbeats of the war horses and the breathing of the soldiers intertwined to form a ferocious rhythm. When Li Keyong raised his spear and took the lead in charging towards the enemy line, his image became in the hearts of the soldiers a hero who would never surrender, a leader who could lead them to victory.
In the cavalry team, the sounds of armor clashing, the sound of war horses gasping, and the sounds of soldiers breathing fiercely converged into a sound picture, depicting the cruelty and intensity of this life-and-death battle. They were like a black torrent, rushing towards the enemy, and everyone was ready for the coming battle.
The Khitan cavalry are famous far and wide, and their bravery and brutality frighten countless enemies. But today, they will face the Shatuo Cavalry, who are also famous for their bravery. Two powerful forces are about to collide on the battlefield, like two raging tides, setting off huge waves on this ancient land.
The people of Jinyang watched with bated breath on the city wall. What they held in their hands was not a weapon, but a prelude to pray for their loved ones. Their hearts are closely connected with their relatives on the front line, and their hopes share their fate with every advance of the army. In their eyes, this is not only a battle, it is the defense of their homeland and the inheritance of blood.
When Li Keyong's cavalry and the Khitan cavalry met on the battlefield, the clash of swords, the neighing of war horses, and the shouts of soldiers merged into an earth-shattering symphony. Every impact was like a thunderous strike, and every thrust broke the tranquility of the sky. Blood and sweat mixed on the battlefield, the land was dyed a tragic red, and every soldier had only one belief in his heart: for Jinyang and for glory, they will fight until the last moment.
Chengze was lying on a haystack outside Jinyang City, looking at the stars and the hazy night sky. The night breeze blew across his cheek, bringing a hint of coolness beyond the smoke of war. However, even in this quiet night, the turmoil and anxiety in his heart were like a violent storm that could not be calmed down.
Staring at the bright starry sky with his vicissitudes of life and determination. Every star in the night sky seems to be telling the story of people in the war; every twinkle is the sigh of a living being. The night breeze blew across his slightly rough cheeks, as if nature was comforting this lonely man who was pursuing peace.
Chengze gently stroked the "Water Singing Sword" beside him. It was a sword that had been passed down for a long time. The traces of time on the blade had witnessed the dangers of countless battles. Under the silent night sky, he seemed to be able to hear the sob hidden in the sword, which was the call of his father during his lifetime and the desolate background music of his career as a warrior.
His father was once a famous general. His unrelenting charge and indestructible courage left an everlasting impression in Chengze's heart. That betrayal not only took away his father's life, but also pushed Chengze's destiny into turbulent and troubled times. Since then, Chengze has vowed to use the sword his father left him to cleanse away the stain of betrayal.
Chengze closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cool night air, letting it dissipate the heaviness in his heart. He knew that tomorrow's battle might be the most critical battle in his life, not only related to his own glory and revenge, but also related to the life and death of countless people in Jinyang City.
He recalled today's battle discussions with the generals. Everyone expressed their opinions with responsibility and mission. Their words were not only battle strategies, but also a reflection of the soldiers' determination. Chengze remembered the strategy he proposed at the time. He required mountain troops to be able to mobilize quickly at critical moments to deal with any uncertainty on the battlefield. General Li Keyong spoke highly of this and pointed out the important role he and his troops played on the battlefield.
"War..." Chengze murmured to himself, "it turns the most cowardly people into warriors, and also sends the bravest people to their graves." He cast his gaze into the distance, where the enemy's Camp. He knew that the enemy must be planning tomorrow's battle. Maybe like him, there were people praying silently under the stars.
Chengze opened his eyes again, his gaze was firm, and his inner determination was like the brightest star in the night sky, unshakable. He stood up, put away the "Water Song Sword" and returned to his tent. He needs to maintain a clear head and calm judgment in tomorrow's battle. Tomorrow, no matter how cruel the war is, he will rush to the front line without hesitation, using the sword his father left him to protect everything he swore to protect.
Chengze's heart was filled with complicated emotions. He couldn't help but sigh: "In this troubled world, when will this war end?" This sentence is not only his personal rant, but also the words of all those who still maintain their conscience and justice. People’s common questions. His voice was low, drifting into the distance with the night wind, as if he was expecting an echo.
Although life in war is full of uncertainties and risks, and every draw of the sword may be the end of his life, he never flinched. He missed his family and the ordinary life before the war started. In addition to pain and loss, the war brought him more thoughts about human nature and an unyielding pursuit of the future.
He knew that although rangers like him could play a certain role in the war, it was the rulers who held high positions and held military power who really determined the direction of the war. Despite this, Chengze still firmly believes that every small act of kindness and helping others is a fire to fight against cruelty and light up hope.
In this sleepless night, Chengze's body was lying on the haystack, but his soul, like the stars in the night sky, would never fade away. He believes that every soul that bravely resists is the force that pushes the world forward. He longs for the dawn of peace, for the day when the stars are no longer witnesses of war, but guardians of peace.
At this moment, although he is in troubled times, he has an unearthly tranquility. He holds on to a belief in his heart: no matter how troubled this troubled world is, he will persevere until the flower of peace blooms again in this land. Until that day comes, his sword will truly be sheathed, and his military spirit will last forever with the peace of this land.
