(Yesterday's second update.) ）

The trumpets sounded heavily, the drums sounded, and if the rain fell, it resounded through the heavens and the earth. The surging water of the Yellow River, the waves swept eastward, the sound of the waves was still the same, and the fish jumped and the ship stopped. Haotian is vast, the vast land, and the water and soil war on one side is urgent.

In the large array of 50,000 or 60,000 ironclad forests of the Liang army, countless small phalanxes were divided, converging into a silver dynasty, like a giant python, stepping on the rumbling footsteps, slowly moving towards the hundred battle army a few miles away, this is the vanguard of the Liang army. Li Congjing was on the watchtower and saw the Liang army's military formation, and he knew that the vanguard Liang army was no less than 10,000 people.

Guo Chongtao looked at Li Congjing.

Li Congjing is the commander of the Hundred Battles Army, and the order for this battle can only come from him.

Beside him, Mo Lishu, who was dressed in a white shirt, stood with a deep gaze and did not say anything. At this time, it also looked to Li Congjing. The surrounding heralds, standard-bearers, and drummers were all waiting for his orders. In front of this watchtower, the 20,000 hot-blooded soldiers in the solemn army are also waiting for his order to rush and kill, and then decide to advance and retreat, fight for wealth and wealth, and decide life and death.

20,000 people combined, is it heavy enough? The weight of 70,000 or 80,000 people on both sides is on the shoulders, is it enough to make people's blood boil? From this point of view, the fate of the Tang and Liang countries, and the survival trend of millions of people, fall in their hearts, is it enough to support a man's ambition?

The bright light armor sparkled in the blazing sun at noon, and what kind of blood flowed in the body under the iron armor, and what kind of heart was wrapped. This young man with deep eyes, a cold face, a body like a javelin, and motionless, did he feel the weight of his mission at this moment?

The wind swept up the corner of his black cloak, trembling violently and slightly.

Li Congjing suddenly raised his head, and in his usual calm and scorching voice, he gave his first combat order in this battle: "Order, Meng Ping out of the formation, Li Shaocheng out of the left flank, Meng San out of the right flank, meet the enemy army!" ”

The stagnant air and heavy atmosphere seemed to have been silent for thousands of days, and with his military order, this military order was not so peculiar, even plain, and relaxed.

Suddenly, the flag was waved, the drums were rumbling, and the herald rode up on horseback and galloped: "The commander ordered: Meng Ping is out of the battle, Li Shaocheng is out of the left flank, and Meng San is out of the right flank to meet the enemy!" ”

The dust swept up with the horses, stretching out on the horizon, like a sharp arrow off the string, with military orders, rushing forward, straight to the middle of the formation. Not much time passed, and the army, which had been waiting for too long, finally began to move. The first half of the entire large array slowly separated out and ran towards the front of the formation. The weeds turned into debris under the military boots, and the dust flew in the footsteps, like smoke and mist, less than half a mile, and the figures of nearly 10,000 soldiers of the army were already wrapped in dust.

In this vast piece of fine dust, the cold light reflected by the armor soldiers is formed from points into lines, from lines to surfaces, and there is a kind of breathtaking power. This is the picture scroll before the battle, before the passage of life, decorating this battlefield destined to become a cemetery.

Li Congjing quietly watched the two military formations from far to near, shortening the distance between each other step by step, and getting closer step by step. In the space between them, like a squeezed sponge, has been deformed, and an invisible stream of heat is steaming in the air, curling into the air.

His heartbeat also accelerated.

Finally, the veil of gentleness was torn apart, and the unhurried breathing was burst. The first to boil over were dozens of elevated war drums. The sound of the drum was like thunder, shaking through the heart, and it exploded violently, snatching people's souls, as if they were going to shake the clouds down. The soldiers who were in it didn't have time to calm their heartbeats, when they suddenly heard a sudden shouting of killing like a tide, coming towards them, and they wanted to throw people to the ground and swallow them in one gulp.

The more than 10,000 infantry soldiers in the two armies roared and began to charge. The sound of shouting and killing and footsteps are mixed together, intertwined into a song of Jin Ge Iron Horse, breaking into everyone's ears and hearts, making people unable to feel its power more clearly.

Strength, the power that moves the heart! There are no cowards on the battlefield, and if the cowardly cannot withstand the impact of this force, they will be sobbing and crying.

Killing, horrific killing! The two phalanxes, before they took on the face, flew out of the array of thousands of iron arrows composed of a vast rain of arrows, slid through a complete arc in the air, and slammed into the enemy formation with the killing intent of the soldiers.

The iron arrows struck the sergeant's armor, making a ping-pong sound, which was like a curtain of rain and sick. In the midst of the shouts of killing, there were scattered blanks in each of the two army formations, making the entire army array look like a sieve. And this kind of blank, as soon as Wu appeared, it was immediately filled in by the sergeant behind him, so that the two military formations returned to their original appearance.

Li Congjing saw that the two giant beasts finally collided together. Suddenly, the sound of the handover of weapons was gathered by the hands of the soldiers, forming a huge note, which penetrated into his ears.

The infantry formations are different from the cavalry, and at first they do not intersperse with each other, and the soldiers at the forefront collide face to face, and only by killing each other can they step into the enemy's formation. The front line dies, and then the rear line fights until the position is stabilized.

Twenty small phalanxes on each side, just like that, were on a line and began hand-to-hand combat. Looking from Li Congjing's point of view, it can be clearly seen that a black line quickly appeared in the place where the battle was engaged, piled on the ground - it was the corpse of the sergeant. The blood that flowed from the corpse merged into a bright red line behind it, staining the ground red and making it particularly eye-catching.

There are many ways to fight in the world, and the arrangements for different subordinates of combat power are also different, and today's battle between Li Congjing and Wang Yanzhang undoubtedly sent elite forces to face to the death at the beginning. Wang Yanzhang broke the enemy's heart, and when he came up, he would use the elite to tear the formation and break through the hundred battle army; As for Li Congjing, this battle with Wang Yanzhang, the situation of the first battle is very important to morale, so he did not have any reservations, and directly dug out his family.

After the two sides took over, they both bit each other to the death, refused to take a step back, desperately wanted to move forward, no one retained strength, no one obeyed the other, so the battle situation was extremely tragic. Asking me to step back, asking me for the knife in my hand, breaking my formation, and stepping on my corpse, this is the true portrayal of the current fighting scene.

Li Congjing held on to the wooden railing, staring at the place of battle, and did not move for half a minute. His heart was beating fast, his palms were sweaty, and his breathing was heavy, which was no longer enough to describe his state at the moment. But there was no doubt that he was nervous. There is nothing to be ashamed of, in the face of tens of thousands of people fighting, in the face of the battle of life and death, no one can be untouched. The difference is only whether you care enough and how much tension can be relieved or suppressed.

Beside Li Congjing, Guo Chongtao and Mo Li were also short of breath. They value the outcome of this war, and no one has more experience in facing such a war than anyone else, and the tension only differs in degree, not in existence.

Among the nearly 10,000 battle armies that have been put into battle, Meng Ping's department is the key, they are the most elite, and therefore they are also facing the craziest and toughest opponents. Among the 3,000 people under his command, more than 1,000 are veterans of the Hundred Battles Army in Qimen, they are the real foundation of the Hundred Battles Army, strong combat power, dare to be the first, can cohesion, and are loyal and brave. At this time, Meng Ping was in the center of the six army formations composed of 3,000 people, observing the situation and directing the battle on horseback, which was the front line of the front line.

In this part of Meng Ping's battle array, three commanders are in front and three commanders are in the back, forming a rectangular phalanx. Together with Li Shaocheng and Meng San next to them, they formed a large array of 10,000 people who were the first to fight. Among the first three commanders, the first three hundred men were the most miserable. When the first contact is in hand-to-hand combat, the big shield soldier is in front, and the pikeman follows closely, the shield blocks the gun, the gun saves the shield, the knife rescues the gun, and the shield rescues the knife, which is the method of fighting in the battle array.

The first violent contact, the impact is the most ruthless, up is a few lines of soldiers have died, in the battle of 10,000 people, several hundred people are not reimbursed in a moment, you kill me, I kill you, pull a cushion back is not a loss, kill two to earn. The soldiers behind stepped on the corpses of their comrades and continued to move forward, cutting out the swords and guns in their hands, and in such a big battle, most of the soldiers could only swing a single blow.

The winner of the front-line soldiers is only determined by the strength of the soldiers.

After the battle formation stabilized a little, the rate of casualties dropped somewhat, and the fighting became orderly on the front line of contact between the two sides. At this time, the soldiers who are fighting, in addition to whether the armor is strong and whether the weapons are sharp, are more important is the cooperation and fighting skills of the battle array, and the final foothold is to compete for morale, and who is more afraid of death.

Therefore, those who are brave and good at fighting will move forward indomitable, kill effectively, and spare their lives. In such a dense and vast battle array, it is true that individual martial arts cannot defy the sky and cannot control the battle situation, but they can control their own life and death, even if it is only delayed for a moment. But if all the soldiers can postpone their own death, even if it is only a few breaths, it will be a huge casualty advantage. Therefore, there is no personal martial arts in the battle array, but there is the quality of a soldier. And the war of tens of thousands of people is actually a delicate job.

Training, training is this.

Seeing that the battle formation had stabilized, Meng Ping immediately waved his hand to summon the heralds, with a murderous expression, "Let the trap be on the battlefield!" ”

Compared with Li Congjing, Guo Chongtao and others who "watched the fire from the other side", Meng Ping was in the formation, directly participating in the front-line dispatch and fighting, and in the roaring hustle and bustle of the battle array, his nervousness was not much, but more of a stirring mood.

After General Meng Ping's order was issued, the battle formation of the first three commanders changed, and the three hundred people who were originally just quietly staying in the formation stepped forward, while the soldiers in front of them retreated, and finally replaced their comrades who were fighting on the front line.

These three hundred people, all of them are tall and big, burly, all of them are wearing heavy armor, holding Da Mo swords, like mountains, as soon as they appear on the front line of the battle array, it is a huge deterrent. They are like a raging bull, unreasonable, and when they enter the battle array, they raise their swords and slash down. You don't need to pay attention at this moment, you can see that even the steps they take fall at the same time, and the size of the steps is exactly the same, as if they have been measured by a ruler.

Meng Ping's 3,000 soldiers, where the elite of the Hundred Battles Army is, are as heavy as gentlemen. And these 300 traps are the elite of these 3,000 people.

On horseback, the corners of Meng Ping's mouth raised slightly, and he muttered in a low voice: "I, Meng Ping, lead the army, three thousand tigers and three hundred killing gods, and I will not lose to the gentleman!" ”

The battle was full of shouts, and the air was as heavy as the sky fell.

Mo slashed down, from the beginning to the end, and the enemy army was divided into two halves.