On the edge of the Yellow River in Delhi's Chinan, his face was a little gloomy as he looked at the right military guard camp on the opposite side with a banner waving. He did not expect that the Tang army in Shuozhou reacted so quickly, not only arriving at the edge of the Yellow River a long time ago, but also building a semi-permanent strong camp here.

This made their earlier plans very flawed.

According to Tocharo's plan, after they took Tiande, they should be inserted into the Hedong region, but now that the Shuozhou soldiers and horses have arrived at their flank, at this time they want to take this road again, they have to worry about the Tang army blocking them and giving them a blow.

If they were just cavalry, it would be fine, but on this trip to Delhi Chinan, the cavalry accounted for only half, and a large number of foot soldiers could not quickly get rid of the entanglement of the Tang army.

At present, only by defeating the right military guard of the Tang army can he enter Hedong with peace of mind and complete the purpose of Tocharian harassment, containment, and destruction of Hedong.

"Peng Fang, how do you think you should fight?" Delhi Chinan suddenly turned around and asked a general beside him who looked a little decadent with a smile.

This person is Peng Fang, the envoy of the Tiande Festival, and he surrendered.

A field battle with Delhi Chinan, Peng Fang, who was defeated and lost, broke through with thousands of henchmen and returned to the surrendered city, but then he was surrounded by Delhi Chinan, defended for several days, and the losses of the Tiande army, which had little preparation and low morale, became more and more heavy, at this time, the news of the loss of Lingzhou on the whole line made Peng Fang completely lose the will to resist, and after Delhi Chinan sent people to surrender, he chose to surrender to the other party.

He didn't want the jade to be burned, and he didn't want his family to be buried with him, and of course, the generals and henchmen under him, their families were also in the middle of the city.

By this time, the Tiande army had long lost the confidence of the First World War.

"It's not easy to fight!" Peng Fang looked at the right guard battalion not far away, "Zhang Jia is a very experienced general, this camp is also extremely strong, plus their equipment is excellent, so if you want to fight down, you must pay a great price." ”

"But we're going to take it down." Delhi China said: "What can you do? ”

Peng Fang pondered for a moment and said, "A frontal assault is necessary, and then send a cavalry to make a detour to the rear of the large camp to carry out a surprise attack and contain it, maybe it is possible." ”

"Good." Delhi China nodded: "Then the frontal assault, you will be in charge of presiding, we are good at field warfare, we are not good at attacking fortifications, I will send a cavalry to detour to their rear, what do you think?" ”

Peng Fang took a deep breath, he knew that this was a vote for his name and an opportunity to prove his worth, but after this battle, how many people would he have left?

"Peng Fang, you also know that the 200,000 soldiers of Da Tan have taken Lingzhou and are attacking Xiazhou and other places in an all-round way, there is no doubt that we will achieve a comprehensive victory, and if we win this battle, we will be able to go straight to Hedong and attack Hedong on both sides, and when we take Hedong, what do you want?" As if he had seen through Peng Fang's thoughts, Delhi Chinan said: "I promised you that you will be forever in Tiande, but you are the one who speaks." ”

"I see, we're attacking head-on." Peng Fang knew that he had no choice, and now, he could only use the blood of his subordinates to pave a bright road for his future.

When the soldiers are dead, they can always be recruited again.

The two were pointing at the right guard camp on the opposite bank, discussing the defense arrangement of the other party's camp, but the drums in the right guard camp suddenly thundered, and the dense soldiers rushed onto the embankment in an instant.

Under the battle flag of the right armed guard, Zhang Jiale stood on horseback.

Delhi China and Peng Fang were not so surprised, they came to visit the camp today, they were all cavalry, and they came and went freely. is not afraid of a surprise attack by Zhang Jialai.

The drums stopped suddenly, and a horse suddenly held the right Wuwei battle flag, jumped off the embankment, stepped directly on the thick ice in the Yellow River, and planted the battle flag in the ice with a snatch, and pointed to the opposite bank with a sword and halberd in his hand, and shouted: "Peng Fang, dignified Tang Dynasty, willing to surrender to the enemy thief, do you want face?" ”

Peng Fang's face turned red in an instant.

"Peng Fang, do you want face?" On the embankment behind him, thousands of right guards shouted in unison.

Peng Fang's face was so red that she felt like she was about to drip blood, but she was speechless.

Delhi Chinan frowned, looked back behind him, and shouted: "Who went to take the head of this dog thief to vent this evil breath for Peng Shuai?" ”

A Tibetan general rode forward.

"The last will go."

"Okay." Delhi Chinan smiled and nodded, "Go with the battle flag, kill the enemy, and capture the flag." ”

"Yes!" The Tibetan general answered the order loudly, holding the battle flag in one hand and the spear in the other, and rode down.

Cutting off generals and capturing the flag, an ancient battlefield tradition, mostly occurs when the two armies are facing each other openly, which is nothing more than to use personal force to arouse the fighting spirit of the soldiers, one side launches such a challenge, the other side can of course not fight, and can even shoot the challenger to death with random arrows, but in this way, their morale will inevitably be affected.

I have to say that in this era, personal martial arts is still a means that everyone admires.

Of course, in such a duel under the attention of tens of thousands of people, both sides sent out the generals who they felt were the most sure, because this was not only a human duel, but also involved the ownership of the battle flag.

Seeing the other party rushing down, the right Wu Weilang general pulled the reins of the horse and went in the direction of the upstream, and the Tubo general seemed to be very familiar with this set, poked the general in his hand on the ice, and led the horse to run downstream for a distance, making the gap between the two widen to about a thousand steps.

The horses snorted excitedly, held their heads high, neighed, and the two generals stood for a moment, and when they shouted, they destroyed the horses at the same time and galloped towards each other.

Thousands of people on both sides of the strait, at this moment, are holding their breath.

With a bang, the two of them rode and collided with each other.

The two horses staggered, blood splattering.

The reactions of soldiers on both sides of the strait, however, were different.

Because the Tibetan general only had half of his body left, after running forward with the war horse for dozens of steps, there was a snap, and the other half also fell off the horse.

However, there was a spear stuck under the ribs of the right Wu Wei Lang, and blood was also falling from the ribs.

But he's alive.

The ordinary soldiers didn't see it clearly, but the generals saw the confrontation between the two clearly at this moment.

The horses staggered, one raised a knife and the other held a spear.

The problem is that this right martial guard general has no intention of dodging at all, and he actually slashes it down with a knife on his own. It's a lose-lose style of play that doesn't kill anyone.

The Tubo general was shocked at this moment, he hesitated slightly, and involuntarily pinched the horse's belly under his feet, and the war horse under his crotch thought that he had been instructed by his master, and avoided it a little.

It was such a little distance that made the spear of the Tibetan general deviate slightly, stabbed under the ribs of the right Wu Weilang general, and broke through the armor. But the bright sword light slashed down at this moment.

The sharp chopping knife, from the neck in, out of the ribs, cut the Tibetan general into two pieces with a single knife.

Right Wu Weilang rode his horse back, stretched out his hand and pulled out the spear under his ribs, threw it on the ground, regardless of the blood gushing from the wound, walked to the front of the Tubo battle flag, cut out with a knife, cut off the opponent's battle flag, and trampled the horse.

"I am Lu Jing, Peng Fang, the right martial guard general of the Tang Dynasty, you will die under my sword." Lang General Lu Jing, roared loudly, and only after roaring this sentence did he take the horse back, bent down and pulled up his own battle flag, and galloped towards the formation in the thunderous cheers.

Delhi Chinan's face was as black as the bottom of the pot, this battle, there is nothing exciting to speak of, only life and death, even he is thrilled to watch, he thinks that he will go up by himself, and he may not be able to avoid such a fatal knife, at most he will die with this Tang general.

This is a change of life, and the bet is on who is timid first.

"Let's go!" Delhi Chinan led the horse back, and even the body of the Tibetan general who died in the Yellow River was not wanted.

Lu Jing rode up the embankment, the whole person shook, and he also fell off the war horse.

His injuries were not minor at all.

"The people from Li Xiang's secret camp are really crazy!" Zhang Jia sighed in his heart. This Lu Jing was born in the Jiao Group of the Daqing Mountain Secret Camp.

Although it was only a war between two people today, it made the soldiers on both sides look thrilling, and with one shot and one knife, the two horses were staggered, and everything was over.

War, sometimes it's as simple as that.

The next day, the official battle finally began.

The Tiande army under the command of Peng Fang was the vanguard, and in the sound of war drums, holding a big shield and pushing a ballista, slowly descended the river embankment, stepped on the thick river ice, and pressed towards the opposite bank.

In the early hours of the morning, a Tibetan cavalry led by Ashdulla traveled dozens of miles along the river, preparing to cross the river in search of land and attack the right Wuwei battalion from the rear.

At the same time, hundreds of miles away from here, a cavalry team stood quietly in the wind and snow. People and horses are covered with a layer of snowflakes.

These were the eight thousand cavalry led by Li De, and at this time, they were only less than twenty miles away from their goal.

Their opponent, the Tibetan general Xenobud, was enjoying the warm wine and the gaudy women of the captives in the western surrendered city.

The city of the western surrender is not large, and there are no tens of thousands of cavalry stationed in him at all, and only thousands of henchmen of Xenobud can enter the city, and the main force has set up a large camp a few miles away from the western surrender city, and the western surrender city is a horn of each other.

"The other party was defenseless, and he didn't even send scouts out." Several of the returning scouts reported to Li De with happy faces.

"Today is the time of death for these mongrels." Li De looked at the eight thousand cavalry around him, waved his fist fiercely, and said, "Approach, raid, and trample on the enemy camp." ”

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