1,000 armor soldiers, 10,000 government soldiers, this is all the armed forces that Zhu Bin brought over this time. That's all the power of Texas too. Henghai is not as rich as Chengde, and he can't afford to raise too many armor soldiers, so even the young and strong are lost year after year, fleeing, and there are fewer and fewer people.

If in the past, Texas had the heart to plot Yizhou, that is the time. Yizhou has become an empty shell, and in the foreseeable future, Chengde is going to be finished.

The Li family is finished, and the Li family's hardcore confidant Cao Xin will naturally be finished too, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

After taking Yizhou, he asked his brother for the position of the assassin of Yizhou, which is many times better than Texas.

Coming with good intentions, the letter was as predicted and effortless.

But now, it doesn't seem so rosy.

The two armies spread out from each other in a few miles. Zhu Bin looked at the military formation opposite, his brows furrowed tightly.

If you just look at the number of people, you will naturally have the upper hand, but Zhu Bin knows very well that in such a field battle, what determines the direction of the war is not the number of government soldiers at all, but whether the soldiers can win in the decisive battle, and the government soldiers can always only be an auxiliary combat force on the battlefield.

But in the opponent's lineup, the armor will definitely not be less than himself.

Zhu Bin couldn't think of it even if he wanted to break his head, where did Yizhou conjure up so many armor soldiers, could it be that at this time, shouldn't their elite armed forces be in Shenzhou and Zhenwu and Lu Long desperately?

The fluttering Li banner stinged his eyes.

"Isn't Cao Xin an immortal? How could he have thought of any of this? Why is he still hiding so many armor here?" Zhu Bin muttered.

Zhu Jun swallowed a mouthful of saliva, hesitated for a long time, and said to Zhu Bin: "Uncle, I'm afraid this is not Cao Xin's people."

Zhu Bin froze, "Who else could it be if it wasn't Cao Xin?"

Zhu Jun knew that he could no longer hide it at this time, so he immediately sent three hundred elite cavalry to Shiyi through him a few months ago, and he also sent one hundred cavalry to join this business that he thought would be a sure win.

As a result, even the bottoms were lost.

"Li Ze? Li Anguo's illegitimate child?" Zhu Bin's eyes almost fell out, looking at his nephew, he really wanted to whip him to death with a burst of whipping on his head and face. Such a big thing, I actually concealed myself until now to say it.

No wonder there is such a powerful force here, this is not Cao Xin's armament, but a force that Li Anguo's guy armed to protect his illegitimate son.

Looking at the cavalry that had defeated the Zhu army before, his heart was also abrupt. No wonder Zhu Jun mistakenly thought that it was a Chengde wolf ride, probably a weak version of the Chengde wolf ride.

"Uncle, otherwise, let's retreat!" Zhu Jun snorted and said.

Hearing this, Zhu Bin was really angry. Do you think it's a child's play? If you don't want to fight, you won't fight. An army of tens of thousands of people, can you withdraw if you want to? How long does it take to walk hundreds of miles back? How much grain and grass do you need to go back? They came with the purpose of fighting to feed the war, and they grabbed wherever they fought, and there was no such thing as logistical supply at all. Now turn around and go back, do the soldiers drink the northwest wind?

There is a nine-in-a-nine chance that such a withdrawal will turn into a major rout.

Now, is there any other way out for him than to attack, defeat his opponent, and move on?

As long as you win, then all the losses can be recovered.

Thinking of this, he glared at Zhu Jun hatefully, if there were still five hundred cavalry in hand at this time, he would be much more comfortable with his own troops. But now, the opponent still has hundreds of cavalry, and he, in addition to the more than 100 personal guards cavalry around him, is those bastards who fled back in embarrassment.

Nearly 400 cavalrymen, who died in an unknown manner.

Zhu Jun lowered his head weakly.

The war drums on both sides beat almost at the same time, and both sides were slowly moving with their armoured soldiers as the lead, facing each other.

Everyone is a soldier of the Tang Dynasty, and the equipment is almost exactly the same, with a shield in one hand and a horizontal knife in the other, while marching, the horizontal knife keeps hitting the shield surface, taking a uniform pace, and moving forward unswervingly.

Zhu Bin looked at the pace of the other party's progress, and his mood became heavier and heavier.

About half of the opposing cavalry had spread out towards the flanks, constantly roaming the side of the battlefield, they were watching the battlefield, and if there was a gap in their own formation, these cavalry would not hesitate to pounce.

And the fake Chengde wolf rider that worries him the most is like a blood-devouring demon, as long as a little flaw is exposed, it is conceivable that they will tear apart the military formation.

Although this is a fake Chengde wolf ride, but now when he thinks that the guy opposite is the illegitimate son of Li Anguo, the lord of Chengde, Zhu Bin doesn't dare to be careless, even if they only have half the skill of the real Chengde wolf ride, it is enough for themselves.

And his own cavalry can no longer pose a threat to the other side, so they can only gather all together with their own personal cavalry, become a mobile force, and if the front Daquan wins, then throw them into the fatal blow.

Because of the fear of revealing flaws, the Henghai foot soldiers walked very slowly, and every time they walked dozens of steps, they had to reorganize their formation, which made them stop and go, and in Zhu Bin's field of vision, the Chengde foot soldiers on the opposite side did not stop since they started, and what was even more terrifying was that their formation had been kept horizontal and vertical, and they walked neatly.

It made his left eyelid throb. The right eye jumps for wealth, and the left eye jumps for disaster, which is not a good sign.

Zhu Bin's eyelids were beating wildly, but Li Ze's heart was beating wildly.

This was his first serious war, and it was also the first serious war under his command. This is not the kind of small fight in the big green mountains, in the big green mountains, nearly 3,000 people besieged 400 guys, the time, the place, the people and themselves are all occupied, and they also set a trap in advance to get the other party into the Jedi before launching an attack.

And now, the two sides are facing each other in a dignified manner.

Although before the war, Tu Lichun, Shi Zhuang, including Liu Dai, had already come up with all kinds of accidents and all the details that could be thought of on the battlefield and made corresponding arrangements, but when it came time to start fighting, Li Ze still couldn't suppress his nervousness.

But he still has to make a casual appearance, a confident appearance, sitting on a war horse and standing under the banner of the Li character.

Li Mi, who was beside her, turned her head and glanced at Li Ze in some surprise, as Li Ze's personal guard, she was deaf and clear-sighted, and probably heard the sound of Li Ze's heart beating wildly.

In the eyes of these people, the little boy Li Ze has always been confident, and such a situation really surprised her.

Li Ze took a deep breath. Try to calm yourself down.

The two Qu military formations commanded by Shi Zhuang and Shen Congxing were just a cover. Although each of them had four hundred and fifty armor soldiers in these two songs, and they were all at the front of the team at the moment, it would be the one hundred Mo sword soldiers who were hiding behind their team that would really attack at the end

This is the biggest hole card of Li Ze's battle.

Break the formation with Mo sword soldiers, and then charge the battle with the personal guard cavalry led by Tu Lichun, and finally it was the turn of Shi Zhuang and Shen Congxing to launch the final attack with a thousand foot soldiers each.

At this moment, Li Ze was left with only more than a hundred original caravan guards led by Li Yu and Tu Hu. And Zhu Bin on the opposite side also attacked on all fronts, and there were only more than 200 cavalry left around him.

The commanders of the two armies looked at each other from a distance of miles.

Of course, no matter how big the eyes of the two are, they can only see each other's general appearance, in Li Ze's eyes, Zhu Bin is an old man with gray hair and beard, and in Zhu Bin's field of vision, the person opposite is just a young man.

The drumbeat in the ranks became more and more dense, and the pace of both sides became faster and faster.

After the last reorganization of the team, the team of the Henghai Navy changed from a slow walk to a trot, and then, even if the formation was crooked and loose, there was no time to reorganize.

The Wuyi army did not have this worry, because during the training, because of Li Ze's existence, they paid special attention to the neatness of the formation. During the training, Tu Lichun, Shen Congxing and others, according to Li Ze's requirements, set up a variety of methods to train these troops in the strictness of difficult situations.

The formation of the Wuyi army was so neat that Zhu Bin also ignored some subtle differences in their march. The distance between the soldiers of the Wuyi Army, in silence, was slightly widened.

This is naturally intentional.

The drumbeat stopped suddenly. The formation of the Wuyi soldiers suddenly changed. Sixteen to eight, eight to four, the two soldiers changed formations at the same time, so that a large gap suddenly appeared in the connection between them.

The beat of the drums suddenly sounded again.

In this blank space, a torrent of steel appeared.

The heavy armor of the whole body, the Mo knife held high, the neat and uniform steps, every time it fell heavily to the ground, the ground seemed to tremble slightly.

Datang Mo swordsman, reappear on the battlefield.

Zhu Bin froze, he almost couldn't believe his eyes, raised his hand, and rubbed it desperately, but it made his eyes even more dim.

Of course, the armor soldiers in the front row of the horizontal navy felt it more strongly. Their officers let out a cry of despair, but at this moment, they couldn't even do anything to brake.

At the front, there is a lineup of 1,000 armor soldiers, and in the rear, there are groups of government soldiers, and they are all running at the moment. Once you stop, you will be pushed to the ground.

A hundred Mo knives were raised high and fell heavily.

The lineup that looked thick collapsed in an instant.

One step slash, one slash and one roar. Blood is like a fountain of water, spraying wantonly in the sun.

The Henghai armorers desperately swung their horizontal knives at these hoplites, and when the sound came, in addition to the tremors of the heavy armor, some of them were sunken inward, and some of them were cracked, but they did not pose the slightest threat to the Mo swordsmen. Then, of course, these Henghai armorers didn't know anything, because the Mo sword fell on them.