A few years later, the strong warriors of the steppe were still secretive about the decisive battle that took place in the depths of the grassland.

Even if someone accidentally mentioned it, they only said that the men and horses on both sides also suffered heavy losses, and the battle was very miserable. It is rumored that whenever the dark clouds are thick and the moonlight cannot be seen in the middle of the night, the depths of the grassland can still hear the sound of people shouting horses, swords and guns colliding, and crying fathers and mothers on the battlefield. It is said that thousands of souls who died in battle are still fighting each other unconvinced.

After receiving the war letter issued by the steppe Khan Bars, Guan Yu and the soldiers were overjoyed. Before leaving, Guan Yu turned his head to look at the old and young women and children who had survived the Tuni tribe, sighed softly, waved the horsewhip in his hand, and ordered his subordinates to release them on the spot and leave them to fend for themselves.

The bright flags of Dachu danced wildly in the wind in the vast green grassland, and the rolling like a torrent of people and horses only heard the neighing of horses, but did not listen to people's words, and the tension and urgency before the decisive battle forced all the soldiers to have a heavy heart.

Guan Yu led the team to the agreed place, looking into the distance, the blue sky overhead, or one or two leisurely white clouds drifting over. The thick carpet of turquoise under his feet stretched all the way to the distant sky, but there was no trace of the steppe coalition army.

Du Zhongnian held a knife in his right hand, and in his left hand, he stroked the black whiskers floating under his chin and urged him to ask, "General Guan, wouldn't the thieves be afraid to come?" Or is there another ambush? ”。

Guan Yu turned his head and glanced around, and said with a smile: "Brother Zhongnian, look here, it's flat everywhere, how can you ambush the soldiers?" Besides, I heard from Song Yuyan that the Tuni tribe we destroyed happened to be the maiden family of a princess of the King of the Steppe Khan. If you can still hold back and fight with us, then without our army's action, the spitting stars of the rest of the tribes can drown his Khan King! We're eager to fight, and we're just coming early. ”

Du Zhongnian was taken aback when he heard this, and hurriedly said, "Why didn't you say it earlier?" It's time for us to take the leader of the Tuni tribe hostage, so that this group of vicious steppe barbarians can be thrown into the trap. ”

Guan Yu shook his head and frowned: "Although it is said that on the battlefield is to defeat the enemy and win, you can do everything. But Guan Mou thought that holding the family members of the enemy chieftain hostage was the most despicable act, and it was also the most unconfident performance! Lao Tzu just wants to fight with the thieves in front of the gong, the opposite drum, and the open fire to fight hard, so that they can lose their hearts, and never dare to step into the territory of my Great Chu again! ”。

Zhang Baiqian on the side glanced up at Guan Yu slightly, and said lightly: "General Guan has done something and not done something, and he is really thinking more long-term than me and Brother Zhongnian!" Subordinates admire. If you can keep following the general, it will indeed save a lot of worry when you start a battle, no wonder Brother Zhongnian is reluctant to leave the general. ”

Guan Yu turned his head to look at him and smiled, "What?" Brother Bai Qian finally took charge of himself and was able to show his strength, but he wanted to retreat again? The little bit of bad water in the belly of the family is something that can't be put on the table, so you can only laugh and be generous. After the Great Chu Empire settles the world, both of you will be the mainstay of the DPRK and the pillars of the country. I will leave you and my brother to crawl and roll together during the day, drink freely at night, and drink happily in the future! ”。

This time it was the turn of Xuanwu General Zhang Baiqian to be slightly stunned and asked, "Why did General Guan say this?" ”。

Before Guan Yu could answer, a cavalryman who was immediately far away suddenly raised a triangular signal flag and hurriedly waved it. This was to inform the commander and the officers and men of the battalions that they had spotted the enemy troops galloping from a distance.

Guan Yu raised his hand and took off the big black and shiny iron spear and clenched it tightly in his hand, and said loudly: "The officers and men of our three armies listen to the order: arrange the formation according to the original plan!" The barbarian army was caught off guard by our army last time, and this time the thieves are prepared, and they will fight for their lives! As long as you calm down, resist the first round of onslaught of the thieves with all your might, and then act according to the plan, the thieves will be defeated! ”。

The king of the steppe alliance, the Great Khan Bars, rode on a galloping warhorse, brandished the scimitar raised in his hand, and shouted loudly, boosting the morale of the warriors around him. A ray of sunlight shone on his big square face with thick eyebrows, and the golden mustache on his lips glistened in the sunlight.

Having learned the lessons of the last hasty battle, he made careful arrangements for this decisive battle. First of all, the location of the decisive battle is Pingchuan, and the thief of Dachu wants to cheat. It not only shows his own brightness, but also paralyzes the enemy. Secondly, he believed that the last enemy raid, the onslaught of the war horse played a great advantage. Then, this time, we must take the initiative to attack and control the static with movement.

Under the command of King Khan, the warriors of the steppe alliance army divided into three routes and launched a fierce attack on the Great Chu men and horses from three different directions at the same time.

Under the banner of the Chinese army, Guan Yu, who was riding on the back of the tall "Black Panther" and holding a pergola, looked east and west, grinned unhurriedly, and raised the three fingers of his right hand to make an "OK" gesture to the herald behind him. The herald nodded expressionlessly, stretched out his arms, and waved the two small pennants in his hand, one red and one black, crackling and waving, which was originally circular and quiet, and suddenly turned unusually slowly like a huge gear. But, creepyly, the seemingly slow-turning giant gear is still silent.

The red-eyed Sunrise took the big stout iron rod on his shoulders and let the horse gallop. His wounds were not yet healed, and he still felt a faint pain, but he still charged forward despite the repeated dissuasions of the Khan's king Bars. He ignored the pain in his body, his eyes were set on fire with rage, and he wondered if his elderly parents were still alive and if his wife and children who remained in the Tunni tribe would be able to escape the fate. He only knew that the bandits of Da Chu owed too much blood to the Tuni people, and only by killing them could he relieve the hatred in his heart!

The large silver shield raised high above him shook his eyes, but he didn't dare to pause in the slightest. A slight pause meant death, for he had already smelled the breath of death in his nose. Sure enough, from behind the row of large shields, a cluster of icy crossbow arrows was shot. Rising Sun struggled to dodge and struggling to raise his stick to strike, and turned back to shout at his subordinates behind him, reminding them to beware of crossbow arrows.

Unfortunately, with a chaotic sound of "puff puff", the steppe warriors who followed closely behind and raised their scimitars still screamed and fell off their horses one after another. Rising Sun gritted his teeth and turned his head, his eyes even redder. He desperately urged the war horse under his crotch, roared wildly and rushed forward, and slammed the big iron rod in his hand.

Several large shields that had been erected collapsed under his onslaught, revealing a narrow passage ahead. Rising Sun's eyes lit up, he shouted, seized this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and led the men and horses behind him to rush into the enemy formation without hesitation. He didn't have time to look back, only a few hundred men rushed into the enemy line with him, and the men and horses that followed were blocked by the large shields that had suddenly been erected again.

From a distance, it looked more like the slowly rotating array, like a silent giant, suddenly opened its small mouth, swallowed the hundreds of them in one gulp, and quietly closed its lips again and chewed and swallowed slowly.

On the other side of the battlefield, the brave and skilled Agudam's heart was full of anxiety at this time.

Wielding his scimitar, he commanded his warriors to launch a series of attacks on the towering shield in front of him, but failed to break through. The rows of insidious repeaters hidden behind the enemy's shields continued to fire, and their own men and horses were constantly planted in pools of blood. Although the losses of these horses are still within an acceptable range, the longer this stalemate continues, the more detrimental it will be to their side.

The sharp arrows fired by their own men and horses were not bad at all, but unfortunately they were blocked by the opponent's thick shield, and apart from a joyful and crisp sound like a clanging bean, the lethality of the enemy was minimal.

In an impatient mood, Agudammu kept turning his horse's head and looked around. He seemed to see from afar that the men and horses of the Rising Sun Cadre Division, who were fighting and rushing violently on the other side of the battlefield, had broken through the defensive line and rushed into the enemy formation. Fight! Fight! Agudamu didn't bother to wipe the layer of white sweat that came out of his forehead, let out a loud shout, and rushed forward with his sword in the lead.

Perhaps greatly encouraged by him, the steppe warriors behind him screamed in unison, raised the snowy scimitar in their hands, protruded their eyes, and charged with him.

Looking at the large silver shield close at hand, Agudammu could clearly feel the blood boiling in his body, and as long as there was a small gap, they would gush out like magma from a volcanic eruption, stirring up stormy waves.

Suddenly, the big shield in front of him burst open, but it frightened Agudam: Could it be that the immortal heaven blesses the enemy and destroys itself? Or was it that the enemy who was struggling to support was intimidated by the momentum of our warriors and began to collapse without a fight?

Before he could come to his senses, the rumbling war drums and the overwhelming shouts of killing came to his ears. From the crack shield array, the Great Chu cavalry, which had already been impatient, rushed out.

The men and horses of both sides were quickly involved in the melee at the same time. Agudammu looked up, his eyes suddenly turned red, and he gritted his teeth: the enemy commander rushed to kill him, and it was the black-bearded god who killed his good brother Chagan Temur that day. Then let's settle the new accounts and the old accounts together!

With a strange howl from his mouth, Agudammu desperately urged his mount to meet him without hesitation, brandishing his scimitar.

Seeing that his two groups of men and horses had been fighting with the enemy, the steppe Khan king Bars, who was galloping wildly, could not hide the excitement on his face, he raised his hand and stroked the golden mustache on his lips, turned his head and shouted behind him: "Warriors of the steppe, the enemy has been surrounded by our army!" They can't escape! In order to defend our beautiful homeland, for the honor of your tribe, rush with this king! If they want to kill, they will not leave a piece of armor! ”。

In the midst of excited cheers, the third group of the grassland coalition army arrived as scheduled. launched an overwhelming and imposing impact on the large array of the Chu army.