"Your Highness, the offensive of the reckless army is too fierce, we can't hold on any longer!"
In the rolling hills of the northwest wilderness, there was a stench and constant killing cries.
Smelly black blood mixed with rancid substances slowly flowed down the hillside, and was soon covered with fresh blood.
The gently upward hillside was trampled over and over again by the horse hooves of the reckless army, and was pressed back again and again by the Zhou army. Over and over again, it became muddy.
The crashing sound of bowstrings continued, and the overwhelming rain of arrows poured down from all directions, almost completely covering the area where the Zhou army was shrinking.
The more than 200,000 Zhou troops were chased by the reckless army for seven days and seven nights in the boundless wilderness, and they could hardly breathe for a moment.
Millions of reckless troops surrounded him from all directions, as if they were strolling in a courtyard.
Teams of about 10,000 riders were constantly chasing and attacking day and night. Like hungry wolves with clear division of labor and orderly work and rest, they kept taking bites from the elephants, eating away at the huge elephant body bit by bit.
The Zhou army could not stop, let alone organize an effective resistance force.
Until the horses died of exhaustion and were unable to escape, they had to find a continuous mountainous area that could weaken the charge of the reckless cavalry to build defenses.
Without large rocks, trees or even digging tools, the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty could only pile up exhausted and dead horses and even the corpses of their comrades, covering them with soil to serve as bunkers.
In the middle of summer, the stench is already overwhelming in just one day.
However, the Mang army and the Zhou army, which were already red-eyed, had no time to care. They charged and fought day and night.
The flesh and blood bunker, which was originally only half a meter high, gradually increased to one meter.
Arrows were flying down from the sky. Sergeant Da Zhou, who was hiding behind the bunker, raised all the objects he could lift to resist the falling arrows.
When the rumble of horse hooves sounded again in the distance, Sergeant Zhou, who had been exhausted to the extreme, bit his lips and tongue, threw down his raised armor and body, grabbed the weapons soaked in blood, and rushed out of the bunker screaming. , facing the pouring rain of arrows, killing the reckless army that was running towards them again.
The sergeants who still had some strength behind them pulled out the arrows stuck on the ground and on their bodies, pulled out the bow strings, and fired out.
Facing the sunset that was about to end, another bloody killing began.
In the sweltering wilderness, the air stopped flowing, as if this world had long been accustomed to such cruel scenes.
The bitter cold and barren wilderness has been so cruel and troubled since ancient times. Every inch of the grassland has the bones and flesh of our ancestors buried there.
Several generals covered in blood staggered to the side of the fourth prince, Sima Ye, and begged: "Your Highness, while we still have horses that can gallop, you can run away!"
"As the commander-in-chief of Liangzhou, I should live and die together with all the soldiers. This time the West Road was lost, my sin is unforgivable. How can I live with dignity in this world!"
Sima Ye pulled out the arrow stuck in his shoulder. The barb was bloody. His eyes were cold and his expression was sad. He pushed away the generals beside him and rushed out of the bunker without saying a word.
"We will live and die with His Highness!"
The generals and sergeants shouted in unison, with blood and tears flowing, and they all fought towards the outside without caring about their own lives.
At this point in the battle, everyone knew that their side had no chance or hope of survival.
While he can still run and carry his sword, he can kill one more reckless soldier.
"These Zhou people are going to fight to the death!"
On the surrounding mountains and low slopes, dark groups of reckless soldiers stood on horseback, looking at the desperate army that had been pursued and besieged for many days with a contented expression.
In the previous battles between Da Zhou and Bei Mang, there were very few times when the Mang army was able to occupy such a dominant position.
Of course, the same is true for Dazhou.
"Hmph, they want to exchange lives for lives, which is a good idea!"
Chiluo Yewang, the leader of the Chiluo Royal Clan, smiled coldly. He waved his hand gently and ordered the people around him: "The Ming'er Langs retreat and engage in guerrilla warfare. Don't let these Zhou people hurt any of our Mang Clan warriors. We still have to keep our precious treasures." He is going to the central region to capture Emperor Jing of Zhou Dynasty!"
"This time our two tribes have made great achievements. The situation in the entire Mang Province will change because of us. We will also have the confidence to ask Mang Khan in exchange for more fertile pastures!"
Tuoba Hengshan, the leader of the Tuoba clan, said in a deep voice: "The eight tribes of the Mang clan are already short of pasture. Ever since the two-surname slaves from the surviving clan of the former Wei Dynasty, Mang Khan has directly divided up large areas of the pastures of our two clans. He is not bullying us. There is no Martial Saint between the two tribes!”
"Hey, speaking of which, your Tuoba tribe is a little aggrieved. Tuoba Xiongzai was born back then, but our true God of War in Beimang only met Princess Dzizhu and gave Jiang Shirong his unparalleled achievements in vain!"
Chiluo Yewang said regretfully: "My little girl Chiluo Yucha even swore a poisonous oath not to avenge Xiong Zai and never marry for the rest of her life. What a pity for the most enviable couple on the grassland!"
"The magnificent Shura Tianhuang Armor has always been treasured by me. For eighteen years, no one in our Tuoba tribe is qualified to wear this armor!"
Tuoba Hengshan also sighed and slowly moved his eyes forward.
The low horn sounded, and the Mang cavalry who had rushed to the Great Zhou sergeant turned their horses and retreated at the same time. They turned around with their bows and arrows shot out again. Thousands of Da Zhou sergeants fell to the ground again.
"Come here, you wolf cub from Beimang. I am Sima Ye, the fourth son of Emperor Jing. Whoever wants to take my head, come and kill me!"
Sima Ye's eyelids were about to burst, and his whole body fell into a state of despair and madness. He screamed loudly, his voice was hoarse, and before it could rise, it was covered up by the sounds of fighting around him.
Sima Ye stumbled, tripping over the corpse and falling to the ground. Sima Ye pressed his hands on the corpse and struggled to support it.
His eyes swept over the corpse, but it turned out to be a tall sergeant from Zhou Dynasty with a childish look.
He looked to be at most seventeen or eighteen years old, with the thin down hair on his face that only teenagers have. There were more than a dozen feather arrows stuck in his body. After running and fighting for many days and not having enough to eat, the young man's cheeks were already sunken, with a Hungry face, eyes wide open, full of unwillingness.
"sorry Sorry!"
Sima Ye was stunned, tears flowing out uncontrollably.
The heart of this great Zhou prince had been completely defeated and crushed.
I don't know how many soldiers of this age have died in these days.
All because of his mistakes and carelessness.
"I am a sinner, a sinner of the Great Zhou Dynasty. Father, God, what should I do? Who can tell me how I can apologize!"
Sima Ye raised his head and cried.
Once upon a time, he was high-spirited and confident, and was willing to build an eternal imperial legacy for his father and the Great Zhou Dynasty by co-governing all nine states.
He has this ability and this confidence, and even under his leadership, the Liangzhou General Camp has soared in combat power, maintained good discipline, and was full of fighting spirit.
But when he actually led the troops into battle, he ended up in such a tragic situation.
Although the fault lies with Jiang Xuanluo, he also has an unshirkable responsibility as the coach.
Leading the troops and setting up the formation is indeed not as simple and easy as recorded in the book.
Looking at the long sword in his hand, looking at the soldiers falling around him, looking at the endless reckless knights in the distance.
Sima Ye raised his sword and slashed it across his neck, causing blood to spurt out.
“Bang bang bang”
At the same time, hundreds of rays of light suddenly rose into the sky in the dark night sky in the north, shooting straight into the sky and exploding layers of dark clouds.
There was even a sharp roar, surging like waves and the ocean.
"Baili News!"
Sima Ye's hand suddenly stopped, and he looked at the light in the sky in disbelief.
That’s right, it’s Bailixun!
Baili News of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Are reinforcements arriving?
Impossible, even if there are reinforcements, they will come from the middle army in the east.
But now that Baili News has sounded.
Who is the army coming from the north?
"Jiang Li, Jiang Li!"
Sima Ye's eyes trembled crazily, tears of gratitude and joy filled his eyes, but even greater sadness rose from his heart.
Jiang Li really did not let him down!
It was said to be ten days, and indeed it was ten days.
But what's the use of coming?
How can ten thousand troops and horses save the current crisis, and how can they repel millions of reckless cavalry?
"Jiang Li, I have betrayed you. If there is an afterlife, I, Sima Ye, will repay your unyielding kindness today, even if I die!"
Sima Ye laughed happily.
When one is dying, one can witness the human heart and gain a confidant for comfort!
He raised his sword again, and the rumble of iron hoofbeats in the distance also sounded at this time.
The earth shook and the dark clouds were dispersed.
There seemed to be tens of millions of war horses rolling in, numbering no less than 100,000.
"Reinforcements have arrived?"
The Zhou sergeants who were running desperately also slowly stopped and looked towards the north with dull eyes.
Rolling smoke and dust rose from the sky like a sandstorm and swept over.
The silver sword light merged into one, and the dark clouds roared from the depths of the wilderness.
The number of people is no less than 200,000 to 300,000!
There are even more flags fluttering, floating among the horses and sergeants, and the Nine Nether Flame Birds dancing wildly!
"Qilinzi of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the fourth-grade loyal general Jiang Li led his troops to the rescue. Chiluo and Tuoba returned quickly and surrendered. All your tribal camps have been captured by General Jiang Li. If there are any who refuse to surrender, all the old, weak, women and children of the tribe will be slaughtered. , not a single one is left!”
While galloping, thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, their voices piercing the clouds and cracking stones and stopping the moving clouds.
"Downhill, downhill!"
"All camps captured have fallen into the hands of our army!"
"..."
The galloping army had countless flags raised again, but this time they were all various Mang tribal flags.
"That's the flag of my department!"
"Impossible, how come there is such a Zhou army in this northwest world!"
"Not only the Zhou army, but also our reckless figures!"
"There are also people from the Western Regions, why are they here too!"
All the brave knights were alarmed and looked back in surprise. When they saw the flags of their tribes flying in the oncoming army, their hearts sank.
"It's fake, it must be fake!"
"Be careful of fraud. How can a few flags prove that they have really captured our tribe and camp!"
There are many fools who don't believe it.
But soon, when the army on the opposite side got closer, some human heads, clothes, and tribal artifacts picked up from the halberds came into their sight again.
This time, whether they want to or not, they have to believe it.
The momentum of the Rangqi, who had been fierce and murderous just now, collapsed instantly. They looked at each other in panic, with deep anxiety and fear in their eyes.
They are not afraid of life and death, but their wives, children, and parents cannot die.
Otherwise, what's the point of them mounting their horses to kill the enemy!
"W-what!"
The long sword in Sima Ye's hand slipped silently. He slowly stood up in disbelief and looked at the army in the distance.
The originally dead eyes were gradually relit.
Although I don’t know why the Mang people and the people from the Western Regions merged into the same army as the people of the Great Zhou Dynasty, the military flag erected in the team is indeed the Nine Nether Flame Bird Cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
In front of the overwhelming army, a young general on a white horse galloped under the general's flag. If it wasn't Jiang Li, who else could it be.
Sima Ye was in a daze, and the words Mo Yunliang said when he came to report that day suddenly appeared in his mind.
"Your Highness, if the Liangzhou General Camp can survive ten days, my master will have a way to turn the tide!"
…
"Ten days, ten days!"
Sima Ye muttered to himself, his thoughts almost falling into madness and stagnation.
It turns out he really can!
Jiang Li can really turn the tide!
He actually did it in such an unsolvable situation.
"General Jiang Li!"
"Great Zhou Qilin, Great Zhou War God!"
"Jiang Li God of War, Qilin God of War!"
Beside Sima Ye, countless Dazhou sergeants shouted in unison, their eyes became brighter and brighter, tears fell down their faces, and they washed away the blood and mud.
The courage and faith they had lost in the past ten days returned to their bodies at this moment.
Wiping away the blood and tears on their faces, the sergeants picked up the weapons on the ground, took the horses that had lost their owners, turned over again, and silently gathered into formation.
Although he was already exhausted and shaky, he finally had the true appearance of a great sergeant of Zhou Dynasty.
"Mars!"
Sima Ye nodded solemnly.
That's right, it's the God of War, the Qilin God of War of the Great Zhou Dynasty!
Being able to single-handedly overturn the entire war situation in such a critical situation.
Jiang Li is not the God of War.
Who else could it be!
"Ho ho ho"
Golden light flashed, and nine giant red gold dragons flew up from Jiang Li's body. In an instant, the color of the situation changed, and the billowing dark clouds gathered again.
Nine giant red gold dragons carried dozens of miles of clouds, pressing on the heads of Beimang's millions of cavalry. The wind and clouds roared, and hail poured down.
The ground also shook, and ravines opened up, causing the Mang army to dodge in panic.
"Tuoba's son, please listen. I am Tuoba Ge. You guys should have heard of my name. General Jiang Li is a human being who is favored by Father God. He carries the destiny of Mangzhou and represents Father God's will!"
Tuoba Ge held high the royal flag of the Tuoba clan and shouted loudly: "Now Chiluo and Tuoba tribes have been conquered by General Jiang Li. If you don't surrender now, when will we wait?"
"Tuoba Ge, you, a kid, have actually fallen to the Great Zhou Dynasty!"
Tuoba Hengshan was shocked and angry. He had long seen the Mang clan in the opposite army, but he never expected that those who surrendered to the Zhou Dynasty would be Tuoba's descendants.
"Tuoba Hengshan, is this the descendant of your Tuoba clan?"
Chiluo Yewang was furious. He raised his arms and countless Chiluo warriors gathered.
"Tuoba's rebellious descendants will naturally be punished and killed by Tuoba!"
Tuoba Hengshan rushed out first, and thousands of Tuoba warriors behind him also rushed forward.
"Yanxu and Tuman, follow me to fight!"
Seeing Tuoba Hengshan leading thousands of Tuoba's elite warriors to rush straight towards him, Jiang Li shouted low, and the more than a thousand riders behind him also accelerated sharply and rushed forward with him.
Among these cavalry, there were both yangs and barbarians, as well as elite cavalry selected by him from among his 250,000 tribesmen.
The weakest one has the strength of the late stage of the fourth realm of martial arts.
During these days, Jiang Li ordered the yang leader Huyangu to train and guide these cavalry.
The wolf is both a group and a spirit.
Huyangu accepted the order gladly. Time is ruthless, but the spirit of the wolf is still there.
In my lifetime, if I can see the flag of Kyushu's most powerful cavalry and archery flying in the sky and earth of Kyushu again, I will die without regrets.
"Asura Tianhuang Armor!"
More than a thousand cavalry swept across like dark clouds. Jiang Li rode a white horse, covered in a terrifying cyan armor, and took the lead.
It can be said that it is a battle armor, but it is better to say that it is a green-faced, fanged, ferocious bronze statue, with three heads and six arms, and three sides are green and black.
Tuoba Hengshan cried out in shock, which soon turned into overwhelming anger.
The battle armor worn by the generals of the Zhou Dynasty opposite is the divine armor of the Tuoba royal family. It has been passed down from the medieval times. It is said that it was personally refined by Ouyang Gongye, the ancient craftsman of hundreds of saints. Those who wear this armor are fierce and powerful and invincible. Destroyed, combat power doubled.
It was once the battle armor of Tuoba Xiongzai, the Beimang God of War.
Eighteen years ago, Tuoba Xiongzai led an army of hundreds of thousands in Beimang and killed Emperor Jing, who fled to Tianjian Gorge in embarrassment. He was only a little short of completing the feat of slaying the emperor.
It's a pity that she met Princess Tianzhu, a survivor of the former Qin Dynasty.
After Tuoba Xiongzai's death, this armor has been kept in the tribe by Tuoba Hengshan, waiting for the tribal warriors who are qualified to activate this armor to appear.
The reason for this expedition was not that Tuoba Hengshan didn't want to wear this armor, but that even a master at the peak of the Divine Transformation Realm like him couldn't decompose this statue-like armor.
But now, it is covering the body of the generals of the Great Zhou Dynasty.
This is undoubtedly a huge blow and humiliation.
"Jiang Li?"
"Are you the son of Jiang Shirong, the Marquis of Zhenwu? Your mother is Princess Tianzhu of the former Qin Dynasty!"
Tuoba Hengshan suddenly shouted and asked.
"The ultimate realm of wrath in the wild sky!"
"Absolute sword, ten wings of spring and autumn!"
Jiang Li turned a deaf ear to Tuoba Hengshan's shouts and questions. The Sumeru Ring in his hand flashed, and Demon Saber Man Tu came out of the air, turning into ten black blades, and instantly slashed in front of Tuoba Hengshan.
"hiss"
Tuoba Hengshan took a breath of air, never expecting that Jiang Li could burst out with such extreme power in an instant.
In terms of strength alone, he is not inferior to a true martial saint at all.
When the black sword curtain fell and the aura of destruction enveloped him, Tuoba Hengshan's armor turned into dust inch by inch, and his body and mount were wiped out together.
Jiang Li galloped past, directly colliding with the powder formed by Tuoba Hengshan's corpse, and rushed into the oncoming Tuoba cavalry.
"Clan leader!"
Seeing such a scene, both the elite warriors of Tuoba who were charging and the millions of Beimang cavalry who were still watching the battle all looked in horror.
A peak grandmaster in the realm of divine transformation was killed instantly just by meeting him.
Could it be that the general of Zhou Dynasty opposite was actually a Martial Saint?
Behind Jiang Li, more than a thousand cavalry rushed over at this moment. Shangguan Qingyan and Mo Yunliang were both masters of the eighth realm. There were also great demons like Big Black Dog and Lao Lu, as well as seventh-level warriors such as Yingshan Xiong.
Thousands of Tuoba's elite warriors didn't even have a chance to surrender, and were instantly mercilessly overwhelmed by the cavalry.
"In the northwest war, the situation in Beimang is over. Your clansmen and relatives are all under my control. If you continue to resist, the first to be killed will be the millions of weak and unruly people in the rear!"
Jiang Li immediately stepped forward, one step at a time, defeating Beimang's million-strong army.
More than 200,000 tribesmen separated behind them, and thousands of captives from various tribes in Beimang were escorted and pushed out by the Zhou sergeants, and fell to their knees on the ground.
"Mother!"
"My son!"
There was an uproar when Beimang's army neutralized, and many people screamed in surprise.
Among the prisoners from various tribes in Beimang escorted by Jiang Li, there were relatives of them.
"Ms. mist mist"
The sergeants of the Great Zhou Dynasty also drew their long knives at this time and put them under the necks of the prisoners. They only waited for Jiang Li's order to kill them directly.
"Stop, don't kill, I...surrender!"
Among the Mang army, there was the sound of weapons falling to the ground. Some Beimang cavalry from small tribes were the first to surrender.
Although they are all Mang people, they are not tribes of the eight royal tribes. When they are not fighting, they are still oppressed and plundered by the royal tribes.
The loyalty to Mang Khan was not as firm as that of the eight royal families.
In the wilderness, tribal attacks and annexations often occur, and surrender is not shameful.
The millions of reckless troops quickly divided.
As time passed, nearly half of the Mang cavalry withdrew from the battlefield.
The remaining nearly 500,000 Mang troops were almost all from the tribes of the two royal clans, Chiluo and Tuoba.
Although they still stood firm, the fighting spirit in their hearts had long since faded, and many people showed hesitant looks.
"You are the warriors of Chiluo and Tuoba. There is nothing wrong with being loyal to Mang Khan, but when the will of God the Father comes, do you still have to disobey it?"
Tuoba Ge took off his armor, threw away his weapons, and with his upper body naked, he patted his horse and walked into the crowd of Chiluo and Tuoba nobles.
He whispered a few words into the ears of some elderly nobles. He didn't know what he said, but the expressions of the nobles suddenly changed, revealing doubtful looks.
"What are you talking about, the cauldron, are you sure?"
Chiluo Yewang looked at Tuoba Ge in surprise.
"Uncle Yewang, I am Tuoba's heir. Even if I betray Mang Khan, I would not dare to deceive my father!"
Tuoba Ge covered his chest with his hands and said solemnly: "If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, how could Uncle Gufeng and the others be willing to surrender?"
He pointed in a direction behind him, Chi Luo Yewang followed the direction, and sure enough he saw a familiar figure in Jiang Li's army.
"Tuoba Ge, if I find out that you are lying to me in the future, Chiluo will still have a good relationship with you even if his clan is destroyed!"
Chi Luo Yewang's eyes flashed, he pondered for a long time and finally nodded with difficulty.
After all, he also has hundreds of wives and children, all of whom are in the tribal camp.
Wow, wow
Countless long knives, bows and arrows were thrown to the ground, and nearly a million horsemen dismounted and knelt on the ground.
With eyes full of awe, Jiang Li rode a white horse through the crowd and came to the front of the fourth prince, Sima Ye.
"General Jiang Li pays homage to His Highness. The overall situation in the northwest has been decided. Our soldier's death was not in vain!"
Jiang Li jumped off his horse and bowed in salute.
"General!"
With a roar, the more than 100,000 surviving Zhou soldiers around them all knelt down on the ground, kowtowed to Jiang Li, and stayed up for a long time.
"Sima Ye is so embarrassed, how dare he accept the general's gift!"
Sima Ye took a step forward, supported Jiang Li fiercely, and half-knelt on the ground. The tears in his eyes had already dried up, and he said sincerely: "I should be the one to thank the general. If the general does not turn the tide, the Northern Expedition will be in danger. With the general's help, it will be really difficult." It is my great fortune and my father’s fortune. Today the general will not fail me, and Sima Ye will certainly not fail the general in the future!"
(End of chapter)
