"Woo-woo-woo-woo-"

The horn of the attack sounded, and the first to kill the Han army camp were the servant army Wuhuan people in the Rakshasa Legion, who used to treat the servant armies of various tribes as consumables, but now they have become the first wave of victims of the decisive battle in the Lianghe Ridge. No one competed with the Wuhuan people for the vanguard, although the Wuhuan people did not want to be the vanguard of the whole army and fight head-on with the White Tiger Army, the most powerful field battle in the Holy Han Empire.

The Wuhuan Iron Rider seemed to be a terrible ghost from hell, and rushed up with his teeth and claws. They were half-clothed in leather armor, armed with maces or broadswords, and shouted the voice of Ula Ullah. 10,000 Wuhuan iron cavalry in front, 20,000 Wuhuan infantry behind, they ran and howled, as if they were tireless.

Dushanbo chose Lianghe Ridge as the decisive place because Datong Mansion was surrounded by plains, and if the White Tiger Army stuck to Datong Mansion, the biggest possibility was to expose the truth that he only had 80,000 troops. The Lianghe Ridge is an important place from Daizhou to Hunzhou Datong Mansion, the two rivers Hunhe River and Binhe pass on the east and west sides of the Lianghe Ridge but do not converge, and the Lianghe Ridge is also named because of this. The two rivers gave birth to the richest place in Datong Province, Lianghe Ridge, and the reason why Lianghe Ridge is called Ridge is that the east and west sides are undulating stone hills, and the width of Lianghe Ridge in the middle reaches ten miles, which is the most suitable as a battlefield.

Dushanbo set up camp on the south side of the Lianghe Ridge, and they set up tents for 200,000 people, the purpose of which was naturally to confuse the enemy army, create time for themselves, and create time for reinforcements from all walks of life. However, the Rakshasas did not seem to be deceived, and when their army first arrived on the north side of the Lianghe Ridge, they could not wait to attack, and even sent 30,000 Wuhuan servants without any temptation, hoping to use the Wuhuan iron cavalry to conquer the Han camp in one fell swoop.

Although the White Tiger Army had never fought against the Wuhuan Iron Cavalry, they knew the power of the Wuhuan Iron Cavalry early on, and they would not wait for the opponent's Iron Cavalry to rush into the formation. When the other party was 1,500 paces away, Xi Ziqiang, the commander of the Eighth Regiment, raised the red flag and shouted: "Fire oil bomb!" Launch! ”

After the camp of the eighth regiment, the soldiers suddenly opened the huge crossbow, the crossbow is one of the artifacts of the Holy Han, the huge crossbow needs to be pushed by ten people at the same time, and it takes fifty soldiers to pull the winch, and if it is fired once, the crossbow arrow can be shot two hundred steps away.

Rows of tung oil bottles were tied to the long crossbows of the crossbows, and the soldiers immediately lit the fire ropes, while the soldiers who fired the crossbows cut the ropes with a single sword.

"Whoosh-whoosh-whoosh-"

A hundred crossbows were fired at the same time, and nearly a thousand burning cans of tung oil were thrown out and flew into the air, with a "boom", the tung oil exploded in the air, and rows of flames were sprinkled on the bodies of the Wuhuan iron riders. The Wuhuan iron cavalry was taken by surprise, they were stopped and broken, the iron cavalry in front continued to charge, and the cavalry in the middle was covered with burning tung oil and fire, accompanied by the screams of people and the neighing of war horses, the following three thousand iron cavalry did not know whether to continue to advance or stop.

The Wuhuan Iron Cavalry was cut in two front and back, and the middle zone was the fire and the war horses that were running around, and at the same time, the Wuhuan infantry was blocked by the cavalry holding in front of them, and the formation of the Wuhuan Iron Cavalry was suddenly chaotic.

Du Shanbo immediately seized this rare opportunity and loudly commanded the cavalry of the 7th Regiment to immediately bypass the front of the Wuhuan Iron Cavalry and insert it into the formation of the Wuhuan Iron Cavalry and the cavalry from the side.

At the same time, in order to deal with the 6,000 Wuhuan iron cavalry that had already rushed through the sea of fire, Du Shanbo ordered the 8th Regiment to push out the distance carriage, and the archers hid behind the distance carriage and kept shooting at the Wuhuan people.

However, the Wuhuan Iron Cavalry was not afraid of bows and arrows, and their iron armor was the most important weapon against bows and arrows, so after a short period of adjustment, the Wuhuan people resolutely re-killed. They broke through the repulsion and slowed down, and then the 8th Regiment also slaughtered, and the two sides were scorched together.

The Han army had a strong will to fight, and Xi Ziqiang, Chen Qing, Lu You, Ding Deman, etc., each wielded their blades and fought with the Wuhuan people. Trumpets and shouts alternated, the battlefield resounded with wails and screams, and the melee between the two sides made it impossible for their respective generals to command effectively, and even the cavalry could not ride their horses because there were too many corpses on the ground.

"Kill Inuyi!"

"Ten thousand years of saint Han!"

A Han soldier who was cut in two was not dead, he looked at his intestines and the lower half of his body that was cut in two, and actually raised a spear and stabbed it into the abdomen of a Wuhuan war horse, and the Wuhuan war horse jumped up with a scream, and threw the Wuhuan ironclad soldier on his back to the ground. The Wuhuan ironclad soldier was thrown to the ground and was a little dazed, and at this time, he suddenly felt that the sky was spinning, as if the whole person was spinning, no, it was his head spinning. Before he died, he saw the whole world, saw the soldiers on both sides constantly stabbing each other's bodies, and saw that the snow had completely turned into a red glacier.

"Kill!"

"Wolf Guard! Side outflanking! Dushanbo ordered.

"Whoa!"

Murong Yan was also red-eyed, and with the only five thousand wolf guards, he interspersed behind the Wuhuan people without hesitation and launched an attack on the Wuhuan people. At this time, the Rakshasa Legion immediately sent the Tartar herdsmen, although the combat effectiveness of the Tartar herdsmen was not strong, but they had a full 50,000 people, and rushed up with overwhelming momentum.

Seeing this, Dushan Bo did not crumple tightly together, and ordered: "The tenth regiment, the eleventh regiment, respectively drag the Tartars in the east and west directions. Remember, even if you die, you can't let a single Tartar herdsman come behind the wolf guard. ”

"Yes."

"Woo-woo-woo-"

The sound of the horn continued to resound in the sky, and under the two battle flags, each with 10,000 Han troops rushed to the Tartar herdsmen in the east and west directions. Soon, they fought together, and after a back-to-back flip, the two sides began to compete in fighting spirit and will. Those who can survive on the battlefield are definitely the people with the most tenacious willpower, and the Han soldiers of the White Tiger Army are not only the elite of the Holy Han, but also the people who can fight and have the strongest willpower in the whole world.

A broadsword slashed down, and the Han soldier rolled, and he stabbed the Wuhuan man with a backhand, and then was pierced through the body by a sharp spear. The Wuhuan man was about to pull out his sharp spear, but he saw the Han soldier clasping the gun with both hands, and when the Wuhuan man was startled, a waist knife pierced his chest. The Wuhuan man looked at the blade and staggered down, but then he was hit by a warhorse that had lost its owner, and was trampled under his feet and crushed his head.

"Your mother!" The Han soldier who had been pierced through the chest gave a final smile of relief, then his heart stopped beating and he fell to his knees, letting the enemy's spears prop up his body.

On the battlefield, human life is short, and the life span of soldiers is only a quarter of an hour.