Luo Weiran lay in the snow nest, the slightest chill penetrated through the armor, penetrated the cotton clothes, and seeped into the close-fitting cashmere vest, only to feel that his whole body was about to freeze, and he was wearing gloves on his hands, but he still felt that his five fingers were stiff, he kept curling his fingers and moving his blood, they had been in ambush in this snow nest for half a day.

The sky was unusually gloomy, and although there was no more snow, the wind was tight.

"Commander, take a sip!" The soldiers handed over a leather bag, which contained spirits, this time out, Yan Peng also poured everything he had, collected all the spirits in Tongwan City, and each soldier got a small bag to resist the cold, when they came out, they didn't know if Yan Qi would send reinforcements, when they would send reinforcements, they could only wait passively.

Yan Qi would never sit idly by and watch Mo Yanlu be attacked, he would definitely send troops and horses to respond. Luo Weiran cheered himself up in his heart. Lifting the skin, he took a small sip, and a line of fire flowed down his throat, and a flame rose from his lower abdomen, and warmth burst out from there, and his body seemed to have some sense.

Putting the wine bag on the snow in front of him, Luo Weiran curled up his legs and rubbed the muscles on his legs vigorously with his hands, I don't know what happened to Helanyan? Mo Yanlu had tens of thousands of cavalry under him, and the casualties should be not small when attacking the stockade near Dubanzhai, but Helan Yan only had more than 4,000 cavalry in his hands, although this battle was a surprise attack, I am afraid that it will not be easy to fight. And in his own direction, Yan Qi will either not come, or he will definitely not come to the small group, how long will he have to hold on until Helan Yan comes to help? One day, or two days?

He really didn't know the bottom of his heart.

His eyes inadvertently swept over the skin bag in front of him, but suddenly froze, the wine in the skin seemed to have been shaken by something, and it was flowing undulating inside, his body shook slightly, and he fell down all of a sudden, and pressed his ears tightly against the snow. After a moment, he looked up with joy on his face, "Here it is, here it is!" Notice go down and get ready to fight! ”

The pro-soldiers also got out of the nest with an excited face, and ran towards the wings at a trot.

For soldiers, fighting is not a terrible thing, what is terrible is waiting before the war.

On both wings, all the crossbowmen carefully took out the bowstring that still had body temperature from their bosoms and put it on the bed crossbow and the arm tension crossbow. In this kind of ghost weather, if you don't take care of the bowstring, it only takes a day or two to make the string useless.

The bowstrings were tightened, and one bed crossbow was twisted, and one by one, the bed crossbows that shimmered with cold light poked out of the snow with hideous faces, aiming at the avenue in the distance.

More arms are arm-fed and then placed at the soldiers' feet, with at least two arm-open crossbows in each soldier's hands. Fifty crossbow arrows, in order to equip their army to fight in the city, Yan Peng poured everything he had, if at this time there was a Donghu army suddenly launched an attack on Tongwan City. You will find that the long-range attack on Tongwan City is simply a mess, almost nothing.

In the line of sight, there were black cavalry, and they seemed to be very competitive. The horses were dragged into a long array of long snakes, galloping above the snow, and countless horses' hooves raised snow powder. Behind them formed a rolling snow dragon.

"It's Murong Kun!" Luo Weiran said coldly, one of the most important generals around Yan Qi, he didn't expect that he would lead the troops to help. Looking at the horse team behind him, Luo Weiran also felt a little chill in his heart, damn it, there are at least tens of thousands of cavalry, thousands of cavalry, boundless, tens of thousands of cavalry, one after another, he only has more than 5,000 foot soldiers here, but he has to fight against tens of thousands of cavalry, this is in the past, I don't even think about it.

"Order the two wings, listen to my orders, intercept the middle, hand over the forward troops to the phalanx, give me a blow to their middle on both sides, shoot all the arrows in their hands, and then allow the retreat to the phalanx to form a second echelon." Luo Weiran took a deep breath, lifted his longbow, and picked up a specially crafted arrow from his side.

The Donghu cavalry did not pay any attention to whether there was an ambush here, in fact, in their eyes, this place was not much different from other places, the only thing was that there were more undulating hills here, but in their eyes, it was not much different from the thoroughfare, and the war horses rolled wildly, moving flexibly between the hills. Luo Weiran's eyes became colder and colder, just after the enemy's forward had been infinitely close to the bottom of his U-shaped ambush, and the middle section had completely entered the ambush, he stood up, stretched out his bow and arrows, accompanied by a sharp whistling sound, and the Ming Di that gave the order flew straight into the sky.

Murong Kun was in the middle of the Chinese army, when he heard the sharp sound of the snizzle, his heart was shocked, and he slammed his war horse, and the war horse neighed up, and then, he saw from both sides of the team, huge crossbow arrows gushing out from the snow, like the sickle of a dead snake from hell, pounced on his team.

Just by sweeping his eyes, he was a little distracted, and this first wave of bed crossbows that pounced from the left and right was only afraid of no less than two hundred.

When Murong Kun was attacking Liaoning Wei before, he had seen so many bed crossbows shot down from the Liaoning Acropolis, he never thought that in the field battle above the field, he would actually encounter so many bed crossbows, he shouted, suddenly fell off the horse, and hid behind the horse.

The bed crossbow that intersected with each other ruthlessly tore through the body of the cavalry, whether it was a person or a horse, if they hit the bed crossbow head-on, they were all shattered, the sound of neighing in his ears continued, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground sounded together, Murong Kun raised his head in shock and anger, and saw that his Chinese army banner had also slowly fallen.

The formation was too dense, and in an unguarded situation, the loss of this wave of bed crossbows was too much to bear, and the middle of the entire cavalry team was completely chaotic.

But this is not the end, after the bed crossbow, the locust-like crossbow arrows with a grazy sound once again rose from the snow and shot overwhelmingly at the Donghu cavalry in the middle.

Suddenly attacked, the Donghu cavalry panicked to the extreme, especially the fall of the banner of the Chinese army, which made them a little frightened, the surviving cavalry in the middle of the cavalry each beat their horses, and rushed out towards the place where the bed crossbow flew out, the bed crossbow fired slowly, which is well known, before the enemy got on the second one, they still had enough time to rush to the ambush.

But they were greeted by black-pressed crossbows.

Before Murong Kun could shout, he saw the cavalry who rushed out neatly falling from their horses like dumplings, and the white snow was bright red before the carving.

The middle section was attacked, and the forward troops were also in great confusion, and the front of about 2,000 cavalry invariably reined in their horses, and the rear team had already turned their horses and was ready to return to help.

At this moment, the second sound sounded, and there was a loud sound in front of him, like a ghost in the wind, the snow shook, and thousands of people who were still covered with thick accumulations stood up from the snow in this way, and under the noses of the Donghu cavalry, a huge shield was raised, and a long spear stretched out from behind the shield, layer by layer, like a monster covered with barbs all over the body, in the thunderous drum, a shout, and actually advanced three steps forward, and then another drum sounded, and another shout, and three steps forward.

This was Luo Weiran's phalanx of 3,000 foot soldiers, accompanied by a heavy drum beat, they slowly but firmly pressed towards the battlefield.

The Donghu forward general, Bidon, made a correct decision at this time, he did not turn back to rescue the middle cavalry, but resolutely rushed towards the phalanx of infantry in front. However, the generals of the rear team were not as wise as him, and they desperately destroyed the men and horses of the headquarters and poured towards the middle section, which made the already chaotic middle section even more chaotic.

Murong Kun was so angry that he just wanted to scold, but unfortunately, at this time, the banner of his Chinese army fell, and the trumpeters around him fell, and his military orders could not be passed on for a while on this chaotic battlefield. He watched as the ambushed soldiers' second bed crossbow arrows extended their range and flew towards the people behind him.

"Raise my flag!" He roared and stood up from behind his dead steed, roaring loudly.

Several Donghu soldiers lifted the Murong Kun general flag, which had been broken into two, and made it waving in the wind again, this trick really worked, and the chaotic Donghu people were greatly calmed down because Murong Kun's general flag was erected again.

"Those who are still alive in the middle divide their men and horses and attack them on both sides, attacking their crossbowmen. In the later stage, the centaurs immediately made a detour to attack their backs and killed all these bastards for me! Murong Kun roared, looking at the corpses of the people and horses all over the snow, his heart was dripping blood, he was afraid that just these few waves of attacks, nearly two thousand people fell under his command.

General Yan Qi miscalculated, Yan Peng, who commanded Wancheng, did not attack Du Bo's Mo Yanlu, but ambushed his own support army halfway, in other words, the other party's general made this trap, but General Yan Qi and himself stepped into it unconsciously.

At this time, he was very panicked in his heart, but he still had to pretend to be casual, confident, through the few rounds of attacks just now, he had roughly judged that the enemy's strength was at most five or six thousand, and he fought against tens of thousands of cavalry with five or six thousand foot soldiers, this was not a symmetrical war, but the other party still had the courage to attack, which could only show that the other party was sure to stay here, what was the other party's reliance?

Murong Kun thought of Helan Yan's cavalry that had been wandering outside and had not caught their tracks.

It must be the cavalry. Murong Kun's back was cold and swishing. Steady the form, force the archers on both flanks back, pick up the forward soldiers, and immediately retreat.

But the consequence of this is that the control of the east bank is completely in the hands of the Eastern Army, and the logistical baggage from Ningyuan and Jingyuan can no longer be sent to the army, Murong Chui dare not imagine that at this time, there are as many as 30,000 cavalry and more than 10,000 foot soldiers under the vanguard city, once they lose their support for duty, what will be the end. People can still starve, but what about horses? After only one day of starvation, these horses will lose their combat effectiveness. (To be continued......)