The more than 3,000 Liu Zhao pioneers also knew that outside Jincheng County, there was an enemy army waiting for them. Therefore, it has already changed into a battle formation, and slowly walked all the way. The composition of this vanguard army is about more than 1,000 Hun cavalry, plus more than 2,000 infantry. And the color of the infantry uniform looks very complicated.

In the phalanx they formed, the first rows were the warriors of the Qiang tribe wearing Hu clothes and fur hats and leather armor, while the later rows were foot soldiers wearing Han clothes, wearing leather armor and holding swords and shields. A few rows at the back of the phalanx are elite foot soldiers wearing iron armor and holding halberds.

Feng Ding had already bowed down on horseback at this time, and hundreds of horsemen followed closely behind him, charging straight towards the Zhao army that appeared outside the valley mouth. The cold wind whistled and blew past Feng Ding's ears, playing a song of generosity and sadness that was indomitable.

The valley mouth where Zhao Jun appeared was only more than two hundred steps wide. The 3,000 Zhao troops were huddled together, with infantry in front and cavalry in the rear. The Huns were not at ease with the rest of the armed forces that had been formed into the Zhao army after surrender. Therefore, they must never be allowed to fight alone as an army. Every time these surrendered troops went out to fight, they would send Xiongnu generals to lead the troops, and they would send a sufficient number of Xiongnu cavalry to monitor and follow these surrendered troops.

At this time, as soon as they arrived at the valley pass, more than 2,000 foot soldiers in the front row blocked the Hun cavalry in the rear. For a while, the loud shouting and scolding, the sound of whipping, and the shouting and screaming of the infantry soldiers in front of them at a loss soon filled the team.

Under the scolding and whipping of the Hun generals, although a passage was cleared for the Hun cavalry on the right side of the valley pass. However, when only a small number of the elite Hun cavalry who had grown up on horseback had reached the outside of the valley through the valley mouth, the hundreds of cavalry soldiers led by Feng Ding had already crashed headlong into the infantry formation, which was still a little noisy at this time.

The Hun cavalry behind the infantry array shot a wave of arrows in vain, and only a few people were shot. The cavalry of Feng Jun, who was hit by the arrow, either fell off the horse immediately, or tried his best to sit firmly on the horse's back, trying his best to avoid falling off the horse, and then being trampled into pulp by thousands of Tongze.

Feng Ding took the lead, and at the same time as he crashed into the infantry formation, his right hand was spinning, and the silver spear in his hand was already stabbed out like a poisonous snake spitting out a letter. Not far in front of the horse, a man who looked like a small leader in the army was immediately pierced through the chest by Feng Ding's stab blow from the horse, and then flew out, flying straight back five or six steps away, and then smashed down a group of Qiang tribe warriors in the front row.

There were a few Qiang warriors in the front row who had not been hit, and looking at Feng Ding's appearance, he seemed to be an enemy general. They made eye contact. Then he held up the slightly rough spear in his hand with a tacit understanding, and pressed towards Feng Ding, who was unable to turn the horse's head and lift the horse's speed after the collision.

Seeing this, Feng Ding was about to turn his gun and kill these approaching enemy soldiers back. Several horsemen behind him had already arrived with the sound of the wind, and with the help of momentum and spears in their hands, they pierced the chests of these Qiang warriors in the blink of an eye, and fell to the ground and convulsed.

However, most of these loyal subordinates were also stabbed into their horses by the opponent's spears. Some were crushed by the fallen war horses and groaned. Although some avoided the war horses, but lost their horses, they could only hold the weapons in their hands and stand on the flat ground to face the Qiang warriors in the back row.

However, as the hundreds of horsemen in the back row came like the wind, those horsemen who had lost their horses also turned into ghosts under the hooves of their robes. The sound of bones shattering reached Feng Ding's ears and struck on his heart. He couldn't help but look at the place where the horsemen had disappeared, and sighed unbearably.

With the onslaught of the cavalry, the warriors of the Diqiang tribe in the front row of this Zhao army continued to fall. The powerful impact of the cavalry was like a nightmare for them.

However, while these warriors fell to the ground, many of their horsemen or horses were stabbed by their spears. They fell to the ground one after another, and then they were trampled by the hooves of the latecomers, and gradually lost their voices. Or be crushed by the legs and feet of the fallen war horse, and then moan and linger.

However, although the two sides suffered casualties on both sides, the huge disadvantage of infantry against cavalry was becoming more and more obvious on the battlefield of Taniguchi.

Each time he completed a charge, Feng Ding would order the horsemen to turn their horses, and then quickly withdraw from the entanglement of the footmen. A distance of one or two hundred paces away, reorganize the next charge. On the ground where the previous battle was fierce, there were corpses of men and horses, as well as the corpses of the Qiang warriors who were far more numerous than the dead cavalry.

In the blink of an eye, Feng Ding had already organized three charges back and forth. These horsemen, both human and horse, have reached the absolute limit of their physical strength. Maybe the next time they charge, they will probably fall at the end of the charge.

More than 100 Hun cavalrymen who had traveled from the valley mouth were also staring at them, as if they were ready to find their weaknesses at any time and then strike a fatal blow at them.

Feng Ding looked at his tired cavalry. Although Fang Cai's three charges dealt a heavy blow to the enemy's front row of Qiang infantry, the price paid by his own cavalry was also shocking.

There were more than 400 cavalry who followed him to attack before. However, looking back at this time, the panting cavalry behind him was less than two hundred. And basically everyone is injured. Some of the centaurs even had several feathered arrows stuck in them. However, whether it is a pawn on the seat or a horse under the seat, they are still gritting their teeth and persevering at this time.

The three assaults of the cavalry paid a huge price, but they bought enough time for the 1,600 or 700 foot soldiers who rushed from behind. This allows them to adjust their stamina and formation slightly. With neat steps, they headed towards the front team of Liu Zhao's vanguard, which had been scattered in front of them.

These soldiers can be called mourning soldiers. There is nowhere to stay, rejected by suspicion, and there is no way out. Although they are still fighting at the moment, most of the end of the battle is just the destruction of the whole army.

Feng Ding stuck the gun on the ground at this time. From time to time, he looked at the more than 100 Hun cavalry wandering in the distance, as well as his own infantry who were about to collide with Liu Zhao's infantry head-on.

The elite of Liangzhou, who was still on the south bank of the Great River before, was also slowly advancing towards this side with the beat of Han Ning's drums at this time. Although Feng Ding couldn't see it really, their bright armor, neat military appearance, and sharp guns, even if they were in his position, they could see the cold light flashing on those spears, as well as the sense of oppression brought by this military formation.

The Chinese military formation is thousands of elite foot soldiers in Liangzhou, as well as crossbowmen. In Feng Ding's position, he observed, but on the right side of the middle army array, there was a cavalry of hundreds of people. Looking at this arrangement, the task of this cavalry is obviously to protect the right flank of the Chinese army, in case the Zhao army is very likely to appear in the ranger harassment and flank attacks.

Feng Ding followed Chen An for a long time, and fought with the Xiongnu Liu Zhao, more than once or twice. He already had a deep understanding of the tactics used by Zhao Jun. The Han or Diqiang infantry soldiers were in front of the other party to consume the enemy, and the Hun cavalry wandered on the flanks to harass the enemy with cavalry and fire. When the time comes, these flanking cavalry will quickly charge the enemy and become an important tactical force to crush the enemy.

However, after looking at these elite Liangzhou elites, the number of cavalry deployed on the flank to respond to the Chinese army was obviously too small. Fortunately, the current battlefield position is at the mouth of the valley, and the cavalry of the Zhao army cannot easily rush out. However, if the battle is fought in the open field, those Zhao cavalry in the rear will definitely rush to the flank, posing a great threat to the Chinese army of the Liangzhou army.

While Feng Ding was thinking about it, the battle at Taniguchi had already entered a white heat. The foot soldiers under his command soon bumped into the Qiang warriors who were hastily gathered. The soldiers on both sides began to greet the enemy unceremoniously with swords and guns in their hands.

The Qiang warriors, who were repeatedly attacked by the cavalry led by themselves, had already fallen to the bottom of their morale at this time. Suddenly, he was rushed by these long-term warriors of his own side, and the sound of sword impact, screams, roars, and shouts of killing was heard for a while.

Feng Ding's Longxi soldiers were exhausted at this time, although they were running around for days. However, everyone knew that there was no way back, and when facing this enemy army, they were particularly fierce.

Afraid that they would be so tired that they would get the knife out of their hands in the fight, these Longxi soldiers used strips of cloth one after another, passed it through the ring head, and then wrapped it around their hands again and again, almost fixed with the handle of the knife. At this time, in the face of the enemy army, everyone's hearts erupted with a kind of bloody courage, and they fought hard in the cruel battle that was close to white-hot in this valley mouth.

These sharp soldiers have been fighting together for a long time, and they have already formed a tacit understanding with each other, so they have no fear on their faces against these rabble.

The two sides were close to each other, and the battle was heated in an instant.

At first, with the courage of a bloody and brave spirit, the Longxi soldiers killed the Qiang warriors one after another, but the losses on their side were not very large. However, with the passage of time, when the physical strength of Feng Ding's Longxi soldiers became more and more weak, and the Diqiang warriors were on the verge of a desperate situation, the casualty ratio of Longxi soldiers began to rise sharply.

The soldiers of both sides crowded at the mouth of the valley, and neither of them would retreat a little. Between the battles between each of them, the red blood began to spread on the ground under the feet of both sides......

Seeing that the Longxi athletes under his command began to show a decline in the fighting, Feng Ding pulled out the spear that was stuck obliquely on the ground, and shouted to the cavalry who were gasping for breath: "Longshang athletes, this hard battle, although the defeat is decided. However, I am willing to take the lead, behead General Hu'er, and avenge the general! ”

"If you are not afraid of the dead, go with me!" Before Feng Ding's words fell, the horse was already galloping. The direction he went directed at the flanks of the Zhao army's foot soldiers.

The mouth of the valley is like a giant meat grinder. Soldiers on both sides continued to fall, and then, the place of the fallen man was soon filled by the robe behind him. However, not long after, the soldiers who had filled in also fell to the ground and died.

In this bloody twilight, Taniguchi's fight never stopped for a moment. The men of Longshang, who are in a desperate situation, are using their own blood to compose the most heroic and generous tragedy in heaven and earth. Blood continued to flow on the ground, pouring out in front of the fallen soldiers, and then converging into red streams, infiltrating this land that was extremely strange to them. [.]