Guild wars!

Cruel, cold-blooded!

Longbows hummed, arrows rained down, and firelight spread across the turquoise grasslands.

Thick smoke, rising into the air, floated in the air, mixing with the rich smell of blood emanating from all over the meadow.

Bad smell, disgusting, a bit of a vomiting feeling.

The entire battlefield, hundreds of thousands of cavalry melee, this war related to the life and death of the tribes of the steppe, may be hundreds of years, the northern princes and the steppe departments, the most cavalry, the scene is the largest, the most profound impact on the situation between the two sides.

As far as the eye can see, the vast grassland, there is no longer the blue color of the past, instead, the cavalry dressed in black and gray, like a flood gathered here in vertical bars, all gathered here.

Except for the occasional large patch of carmine blood on the ground, the grassland has lost its former glory.

On the grassland, hundreds of thousands of cavalry are mixed, and they are so grandiose and earth-shattering, crying ghosts and gods!

The Yan army forcibly broke into the battle formation formed in advance by the coalition forces from all sides, like a huge vortex, constantly turning the aliens in the water into the endless whirlpool.

Blade Warriors, Ironclad Cavalry, Light Cavalry, and Blue Feather Legion repeatedly broke through the powerful defenses formed by the Coalition Forces, and continued to kill towards the core of the Coalition Forces.

The two sides are full of arrow rain, covering the sky and the sun in the air, forming a fierce and violent momentum, like two different directions in the sky, floating dense arrow rain, to lose the grassland of the former glory, as if to rebaptize.

The rain of arrows falls, the protection measures are not tight, the cavalry with weak defense is not strong, and the young life will stay in this place of battle, and the loess will bury the bones of the loess.

At this moment, in the southeast battlefield, Lin Feng's face was resolute, he was in a hurry and murderous, his eyes were like eagle eyes, he locked on to the target he was about to kill, led the ironclad cavalry, and sent out a violent and powerful charge.

In order to ensure that the Yan army won a complete victory in this war related to whether the Yan State could pacify the north, Lin Feng didn't care about how big the casualties of the coalition army were, as long as the coalition army insisted on resisting, then he would not hesitate to turn this land into a pool of blood and a mountain of bones.

Because, he only cares about this land, to ensure that the north is quiet, and there will be an opportunity to send troops, go to the south, and show his strength.

The Yan army has always been strict in military discipline and unstoppable, and the current five major cavalry corps have gathered, almost vividly showing the powerful situation of the coalition army, like five stormy waves, to shoot the fish in the water to death on the beach.

The Yan army legion, the momentum is like a rainbow, and the cavalry thunder is vertical and horizontal, like five ink-colored cold blades, cutting the fat in front of them one by one, and gradually devouring them all.

At the beginning of the war, the Yan army took the initiative to march, but it was not out of order, on the contrary, it had already been deployed and planned properly!

The legion attacked, like five fists, and struck the giant, and soon divided the coalition forces on the defensive into six different battlefields, not caring for each other, fighting each other separately!

When the Blue Feather Legion chased the Donghu Iron Cavalry to fight, the momentum of the coalition army gradually disappeared from fright. At this moment, after the coalition forces of all walks of life were divided, it was difficult to take care of one or the other, and many coalition forces were quickly defeated, and their will to fight fell to the bottom, they lost their armor and fled in panic!

However, the Yan army surrounded the coalition forces tightly outside, so to speak, they could not fly with their wings, and the whole army could not escape with their combined forces, let alone fight alone.

If you don't surrender, you will die on the spot! There is no other choice!

In the fierce battle, Ta Mu, who had been scattered by the Yan cavalry, and Zhuo Lige met in the chaotic battle, looking at each other's embarrassing situation, the two high-ranking princes of Donghu in the past had the urge to cry with their heads in their arms!

In half a day, tens of thousands of allied troops under the two tents were killed, wounded, and the army was defeated and retreated, as if they couldn't stop Lin Feng's tent, like a tiger descending the mountain, and the momentum was like a rainbow of iron horses.

Combined with the Blue Feather Legion, the two cavalry units are more like meat knives, and they will lose their lives instantly.

After this war of unprecedented scale and unprecedented killing cruelty, in the fierce battle of Tamu, the mind of insisting on standing to the death gradually wavered.

Young, resourceful, and resourceful, Ta Mu feels that no matter where he is, his gold will always shine, and there is no need to die in the vast grassland, and in the end, the corpse may be buried in the mouth of the beast, and even a whole corpse cannot be saved.

I met with Borchi by chance, and witnessed the famous general of Liandonghu, under the strong attack of the Yan army, was also beaten and fled, embarrassed, for a while, put down the blade, surrender to the Yan army, the mind became stronger and stronger.

Approaching Bolchi's side with a scimitar on his back, he looked at the Yan army on all sides with vigilant eyes, and said in a low voice: "Uncle Wang, this war, the overall situation is decided, there is no point in continuing to fight hard, don't you have any other ideas?" ”

Ta Mu hoped to persuade Borchi to surrender to the Yan army with both sides, so as to elevate Donghu's status in the Yan State and even in the Yan army, otherwise, he would put aside his old hatred with Borchi, and the two joined forces.

Hearing this, Borchi looked stunned, wiped the blood from his face, and asked in surprise: "What do you think, continue to fight, do you have a good way to defend against the enemy?" ”

For a short period of time, he didn't understand Ta Mu's thoughts, thinking that the other party had some good idea to deal with Yan Jun.

"Surrender? Hasn't Uncle Wang thought about it? Ta Mu put his head close to Borchi, his eyes rolled in his sockets, looked around vigilantly, and asked softly.

Regardless of what Borchi was thinking at the moment, Tamu felt the need to stop the war quickly, whether for the sake of the lives of the two or for the sake of the coalition forces.

This crazy killing cannot continue any longer, otherwise, the coalition army will be wiped out, Donghu will be completely annihilated in the long river of history, and the two will also be buried in the loess.

At present, he no longer thinks about the struggle for the throne of Khan, no longer thinks about power, no longer thinks about glory and wealth, he just wants to save his life and escape death in this bloody war!

"Confused, Ta Mu, you are the prince of Donghu, the heir to the throne of the Khan, how did you have the idea of surrendering to the Yan army, the Central Plains people often say: the head can be broken, the blood can flow, the integrity can not be lost, anyone in the Donghu can surrender to the Yan army, only you, only you can't surrender the Yan army, otherwise the face of the Donghu royal family will not exist!" Sensing that Ta Mu did not mention the battle in his words, but was ready to persuade himself to join the Yan army, Borchi couldn't help but reprimand.

For a long time, he had the heart to compete for the throne of Khan, but he never had the slightest idea of surrendering to the Yan army.

He didn't expect that among the generals of the coalition army, it was Ta Mu who took the lead in proposing the idea of surrendering to Yan State, since the other party was determined to say it, he must have made up his mind.

Ta Mu also didn't expect that Borchi's words were so heavy, anyone in the tribe could surrender to the Yan Kingdom, but he couldn't surrender the Yan Kingdom, wouldn't he indirectly explain to himself that he had to die in this battle?

Gasping and glancing at Bolchi, Ta Mu asked with a difficult expression: "Uncle Wang, is face more important than life, why can you all surrender to the Yan army, but I can't!" ”

There was a little anger in his heart, and he only felt that Borchi was taking revenge on himself, for what he had humiliated him in the king's tent months ago.

"Bamboo has knots, there are thousands of knots, although it is thin, but it is upright, the wind does not break, the rain does not turbidity, and it is still tough after thousands of blows. You should be like a bamboo, tenacious and unrelenting, showing integrity, integrity, do you understand? If you lose your integrity and surrender to the Yan Kingdom, you will not be reused, because no one will like those who are greedy for life and afraid of death! Borchi's tone was heavier, and he was even scolding Ta Mu, just because he knew how serious the consequences would be if Ta Mu surrendered to the Yan army.

Failed to persuade Borchi, but was fiercely refuted by the other party, Ta Mu pretended to agree with Borchi's opinion, nodded in various ways, and said categorically: "Uncle Wang, I was confused for a while, and I was blinded!" ”

Since he can't surrender, Ta Mu can only insist on fighting and strive to kill more Yan troops.

Gradually, Ta Mu led the guards and stayed away from Bolchi, glaring at Bolchi fiercely and scolding heavily: "Old stubborn, I don't know whether I live or die!" ”

After finishing speaking, he rushed into the coalition army, hoping to find the iron cavalry of the royal court and lead the iron cavalry to return to the Yan Kingdom, so as to increase Zhi's right to speak in the Yan Kingdom.

At this moment, the coalition army is in a bad situation, and the cavalry is dying on the battlefield at any time, not only Ta Mu has the heart of surrender, but also the Zasuhe and Mu Kun legions, who were surrounded by the ironclad cavalry led by Feng Shihu, failed several attacks, and also had the heart of surrender in fear of battle.

Za Suhe and Mu Kui led the most elite iron cavalry of the coalition army, if the coalition army had a chance to defeat the Yan army and break out, it would be this iron cavalry.

At first, they hoped that their iron cavalry would have a chance to stop the Yan army and inflict heavy casualties on the Yan army, so as to delay time, and after nightfall, they broke through from the south and avoided the siege of the five major armies of the Yan army.

It's a pity that the two armies collided head-on, and the Yan army relied on its huge numerical advantage and strong combat effectiveness, and the coalition army was like the end of a strong crossbow.

In addition, the cavalry on both sides were iron cavalry, and the rain of arrows was difficult to hurt, and there were not many exchanges of arrows, and the contact between the two armies directly led to a hard-to-face white-knuckle battle.

In contrast, the Yan army's iron cavalry has a thicker blade and a sharper blade, which occupies a great advantage in the war.

The horizontal and straight slash can split the armor on the body of the coalition army, bending down and slashing low, which will split the horse's hooves in an instant, the war horse falls to the ground and becomes crippled, and the cavalry is killed on the spot by the Yan army.

The coalition scimitar was not enough to cut off the horse's legs, and it was not easy to split the chain mail on the Yan army's body, and the number of casualties of the coalition army increased rapidly, and the opportunity to escape was almost completely lost in a short period of time.

Although Zha Suhe and Mu Kun are not famous generals of Donghu, they are both generals of Donghu Hundred Battles, witnessing this situation with their own eyes, the two of them feel as if they are dripping blood, every time a coalition army dies, the two of them will involuntarily heartache, as if a short knife stabbed into the heart, repeatedly stirred.

In desperation, they can only fight to the death, strive to kill more coalition troops, and at the same time hope to rely on the will of the two to encourage the momentum of the coalition army and control the loss to a minimum.

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