In Pingzhou (northwest of present-day Liaoning Buxin City)

To the north of the capital Pingcheng, at the foot of Gaotai Mountain in Quang Ninh Town, in the open valley called Daqinggou, it is already a noisy battlefield.

Several groups of people and horses from different camps waving more than a dozen flag colors were like flowing paint on the vast earth, mixing together with dogs' teeth and rolling up smoke and dust.

The fierce and violent war horses, during the crowd of galloping through the crowd, tore the crowd apart one by one to escape the rifts; Or they were forcibly stopped from the momentum, and in the sound of bursting collisions and falling horses, they completely disappeared into the formation of infantry swords like a spring flowing into thirsty soil.

Under the jurisdiction of the Zhu Xie Domain in the grassland outside the mountain, one of the seven yak spears of the black-headed Murowei, the hundred-eyed Aruhu, who was born as a feudal slave, was also in a bloody battle in the dust and smoke, and the shabby leather armor worn by four generations was already full of congealed blood and gaps.

The face, mouth, and nose are also completely unconscious, and only the instinct of the body to survive is left, and it is still supporting the remaining stiff movements. Even the companions who fell one after another around him couldn't make him more indifferent.

Now, as the prince of Saiwai who occupies the upper reaches of the Awen River and the most fertile estuary, four of the seven most powerful yak spears of the Zhu Evil Domain have been broken in the previous expedition of the Northern Dynasty to the eastward introduction of the grassland disaster.

Even the feudal clan itself was obviously inferior to the rolling army from Andong Province, and had to abandon the upper reaches of the Avin River basin for many years, and the family business such as forts, stables, paddocks, tuntian, and pastures that they had operated for many years, as well as tens of millions of livestock, and at the same time gave up control of these subordinate domains.

Therefore, the Buna tribe was fortunate to avoid the direction of conquest and plunder by the foreign army, and temporarily was in the three feudal tribes that were left to fend for themselves; After a severe lack of preparation last winter, with the loss of a small half of the population and most of the herd, in the face of an existential crisis, a temporary alliance was re-formed in an attempt to find another future and a way to survive.

Then, it was easy to wait for the opportunity to see the emptiness of the southern border defense, and a group of mounts entered the land of Liaoxi behind the Chongshan, but they were inexplicably involved in this series of chaotic battles.

As one of the three spearheads, they first ran head-on, besieged by the remnants of the Xue clan who had set off a rebellion in the local area, and the foreign princes who resisted stubbornly in the city stayed behind; With the momentum of the unexpected new force, it was easy to defeat and disperse them one by one, and occupied the first foothold of the three-part alliance - Quang Ninh Town.

Then, outside of Pingcheng, which continued to pursue the victory, he encountered foreign aid from the foreign princes, and several forest people from the southern mountains; After a battle and fighting, it was defeated and forced to retreat, and they were ready to work together to defeat the empty Pingcheng as a new fundamental place.

However, the hand that he wanted was attacked by the black Khitan from the east, and after seizing the city gate, he had to retreat to meet the battle, and it was easy to defeat and force these parties to retreat.

Then, in the pursuit, it was outflanked and flanked by the newly emerged army, except for the only new force of the other two divisions, which were almost routed on the spot, and finally only a small half of them were able to escape back, and according to Hu, they were around the Ena department, and they were able to survive.

Then they learned that these were the princes of the northeastern region of Anbei, who came from the neighboring Suizhou (now Zhangwu County, Liaoning), followed the Black Khitans who followed the front, and went all out to fight into the land of western Liaoning.

It was obviously difficult to rely on a single unit that still had spare strength, so it could only retreat all the way from Pingcheng to the last stronghold, Guangning Town, to gain a firm foothold and regroup.

However, the worse situation is that those opponents who were originally repelled or defeated by them, whether it is the remnants of the Xue clan before or the forces of foreign princes who have fought against them. Whether it is the people in the forest who have retreated, or the black Khitan,

They were all forcibly squeezed and expelled by the armed forces of the Northland Union, and those who fled one after another, and fought with them, the outer mountain clans, to fight again here.

At the beginning, there was still some clear and temporary horizontal and vertical alliances, and they unanimously tide over the difficulties, but after two days and one night, they completely lost their command and control, and they did not care about the order and array.

All that's left is to stick with familiar people and destroy any enemies you encounter, or dare to stand in your way. Instinctive thoughts and pursuits like that.

Suddenly, the barrier and pressure in front of him suddenly relaxed, and I saw Aru suddenly pounce into the air, and his feet floated in the air, and he fell down and rolled more than a dozen times, but he fell into a small depression full of corpses and viscous blood.

He was dizzy and had to lie on the stiff and stiff corpse, gasping for breath for a while, before slowly recovering to support his body, only to find that he had reached the edge of the melee battlefield, temporarily away from the threat of death.

But apparently one of the dozen subordinates and feudal slaves who followed him, but no one could break out of this dead end, including several of his relatives.

And beyond his lowered gaze, the battle continued, and from time to time there were groups of wandering cavalry, not far away over the hollow where he was, and kicked and poked the small groups of deserters or something that rushed out of the battle formation, and drove them back.

Farther on, on the top of the dwarf, were planted with the flags of the Northlands, the new forces they had not yet entered the battle, like wolves roaming outside the Colosseum, waiting for the perfect moment to strike a fatal final blow.

Aruhu had already made up his mind, smeared more blood on his face and body, and then slowly crawled out in the opposite direction with his hands and feet on the ground. Now that he had the opportunity to get out of the battle to the death, he naturally had hopes and thoughts of continuing to live.

As for the glory and traditional spirit of the tribe, it doesn't have much meaning and value for him, the leader who was hastily promoted from the feudal slaves, and he has already used his performance and efforts.

The attention of those enemies should not be particularly focused on his slowly wriggling corpse.

At this time, the wind began to rise outside the battlefield.

The air flow coming close to the ground carried a floating dust path, which directly blinded his eyes, stagnated his mouth and nose full of earthy smell, and also blew Aru's loose robe, making a small sound of hunting.

But it was from the valley in the southeast, and he remembered the direction from which he had fled back from Yaozhou.

With the slight tremor of the ground and the faint flickering metallic light in the smoke and dust, there was a sound and momentum that made people feel the chilling and killing in front of him.

There was actually a new army here, and Aru couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart.

It's a pity that the police posts outside the battlefield, although they have been more or less rumored, but between the staggered battle formations that have already killed the red eyes, where can they say stop and stop.

As a result, the new forces of the north on the low hill finally moved in large groups under the sound of gongs and drums, and under the guidance and strategy of the assembled cavalry, they hurriedly and hastily raised their swords and guns, and lined up in the direction of the enemy to meet them.

At this time, Aruhu also heard the sound of drums on the opposite side, as well as the roar of countless horses' hooves.

The hundreds of northland cavalry who went to block and meet the attack were as if they had been smashed flat by a heavy hammer head-on, and in an instant, they saw like a cold wind blowing through the many fallen leaves on the branches, and a large number of people fell down from their horses on their backs, and they did not regain their original momentum and shape.

Immediately afterwards, a cavalryman with shining vests slaughtered viciously from the scattered ranks where they had been charged, and pounced on the rear infantry formation. For mobile phone users, please visit http://m.piaotian.net