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The area of the Fushui sandbar at the mouth of the West River occupied by the Tang army was about the size of three or four football fields, and it was covered with all kinds of gravel, large and small, the big one was the size of a thumb, and the small one was some fine sand. The entire sandbar was like an island, surrounded by water on three sides, and the Khitan cavalry would not have been able to cross under normal circumstances.

If you want to enter this sandbar by land from the outside, there is only a sand road about 300 meters long and 50 meters wide on the west side, which looks relatively straight.

In less than half an hour, the Khitan cavalry had already found a shoal to cross the river in the upper reaches of the Hui River, and began to appear on the west bank of the river one after another.

The beach at the mouth of the West River was very flat, and there was basically no line of sight around it, and the figures of the cavalry gradually gathered more and more under the shade of weeds and shrubs that came and went on the bank of the river. The morning sun rose behind the Tang soldiers and shone on the other side of the river, twisting the figures of the Khitan cavalry into slender strips.

Thousands of strips wriggled and wriggled, sometimes splitting and sometimes converging, as if countless people were dancing back and forth.

The Khitan cavalry is lining up, and they are going to form a cavalry charge. The morning breeze also faintly heard all kinds of inaudible human voices and neighing horses, and the appearance of several officers running forward and backward on large horses was particularly dazzling.

Later, the queue was probably over, and the noise on the other side gradually became quieter.

The position on the Tang army's side was also quiet, everyone followed the instructions of Captain Zhao Ping and Zhao, some sat on the ground to rest, and some squatted on the ground, ready for battle, except for some short command voices, everyone closed their mouths and did not allow talking, nervously waiting for the Khitan cavalry to launch the charge.

In everyone's ears, there was only three streams converging not far away, and the rumbling of the river was continuous, which was very annoying.

The Khitan general who came to attack was Xiao Luying, the "cavalry general".

At this time, the Khitan nation was in the initial stage of learning Han culture, and it had just risen, and there was a hodgepodge of various ethnic groups together, and there were a lot of problems left over from history, so the official system of officers was relatively chaotic.

This awesome-sounding title of "general" is actually a thousand-person position, which is similar to the treatment of a lieutenant in the Tang Army. If you look at how many steps he still has to climb, you can understand: general, general, deputy marshal, marshal, generalissimo, generalissimo, generalissimo, generalissimo of the world, this is only the rank of military attaché, if you want to really be a big official, you must eventually take the civilian route.

When you meet someone who claims to be a "Khitan general" in the future, don't panic, it's just a small officer, if you can't help but bow down, then you will lose.

However, Xiao Luying, who came this time, is a little different, because his surname is Xiao.

Anyone who has read history knows that the Khitan people have a strange tradition that the emperor will always be surnamed Yelu (isn't this nonsense?). ), the queen's surname is always Xiao. It's strange, there's no way about this, who let the Xiao family produce beauties from generation to generation. In the future, when you read other novels, you must pay attention to a "Queen Xiao", because all the queens of the Great Liao Dynasty are surnamed Xiao, and there are dozens of "Queen Xiao".

Yes, Xiao Luying is a child of the Xiao family, of course, she can only be regarded as a distant relative, otherwise she would have gone to the court to mix civil officials, where would she come out to be a military attaché, and she would have to be a pioneer military attache in the wind and rain.

Because of his special identity, Xiao Luying, the "general", has two "little generals", and the two are the real thousand-man commanders, each with a thousand cavalry. In other words, Xiao Luying led 2,000 cavalry out this time, originally to go to the grass valley to prepare military rations, and just received an order to arrest these murderers who killed the emperor's eldest grandson, Yelu Ruan.

The news of Yelu Ruan's unfortunate fall is still in the stage of secrecy, and in this team, only Xiao Luying knows the true meaning of this operation.

"Nagua sprinkling thorns, are you ready?"

Nai Gua Sa Thorn is a "little general", hearing the chief's question, he hurriedly clenched his left hand into a fist and knocked it heavily on the heart guard, and replied: "Sir Xiao, don't worry, one sprint, you will kill Tang Dog!" ”

It's not that Nagua Sathorn is talking big, the straight charge is just in line with the combat habits of the cavalry, and the opponent has only more than a thousand malnourished, thin chicken-like infantry. Normally, the five hundred cavalry under his command were basically killed with one charge.

There are a total of 1,000 cavalry under Naguasa's command, and these 500 cavalry are only the first wave, and the second wave has 500 cavalry ready to be killed at any time.

As for General Xiao Luying's heart, there is even less suspense. General Ben led not just one thousand-man team, but two thousand-man team. No, there is a small general in the back, and a thousand cavalry. These weak chicken Tang soldiers in front, if it weren't for the name of killing Yelu Ruan, Xiao Luying would be impatient to get up early in the morning and run so far to chase him.

Two thousand Khitan cavalry killed one thousand Tang army foot soldiers, it is really not too easy, and you can't get any credit at all.

The "little general" Naguasa raised the horse lance in his hand and shouted: "Wow! ”

The Khitan light cavalry, which was lined up in dozens of rows behind him, responded in unison: "Wow! ”

The shouts of hundreds of men suddenly resounded in the sky, startling a large number of birds, and even the leaves in the small trees by the river were so frightened that they fell in fright.

With a steel helmet on his head and a heavily armored little general, Naguasa Thorn took the lead, leading the first row of forty Khitan iron horses to start starting, then the second row, the third row, the horse step gradually accelerated, and the distance gradually widened.

The sound of rolling horses' hooves on the sand, like a dense drumbeat, the speed from slow to fast, the rhythm from chaotic to neat, the earth-shattering momentum brought by the cavalry cluster charge, with the layers of sound and waves spread in all directions, shocking all the creatures on this river beach, and also shocking the Tang soldiers who were in a defensive state.

The Khitan cavalry was still far away, and some people on the Tang soldiers' position were already lying on the ground and began to vomit.

More than half of the soldiers turned pale, their teeth were clenched, their hands trembled, and their eyes, which were already sleep-deprived, were even redder.

He Ping and He Daxian were also dressed neatly at this time and walked out on a tall horse.

He had already changed shotguns on his body, and his body was all the same as the original set of high-grade armor of Yelu Ruan. He wore a black helmet on his head, and a red spike on his head jumped steadily with the rhythm of the horse's steps, and black shoulder armor was draped over his shoulders, and one side was missing a horn. Although Yelu Ruan's cuirass was cracked with a big crack, he tied it with a rope, and wore a vest-style armor of the original Captain Huang inside, and he felt very relieved.

Yelu Ruan's red cloak was gone, it was too bright, and he changed to a black cloth to make a cloak.

Pretending to force everyone will, it depends on taste. The Khitan royal family likes to use bright red as a cloak, which is really unappetizing.

Dresses and saddles and the like were also taken from Yelu Ruan, and only one of the bracers was good, which was put on his right forearm. In this case, the obsidian shield in the left hand and the steel bracer in the right hand can be regarded as relatively well protected.

Yelu Ruan's mixed yuan lance was too heavy, He Daxian couldn't move now, and Captain Huang's iron rod was beaten into a hook, and it couldn't be used. These two things were put into the Seven Soul Bracelet, and He Daxian casually picked up a light horse lance from the battlefield and used it first.

A diamond-shaped sharp blade half a foot long, with a small ball of red cloth behind it.

It's not so much a lance as it is a spear, a red tassel gun.

Now, under the terrifying pressure of the enemy's cavalry charge, it is necessary for He Daxian to come out and pretend to be forced to cheer up the Tang army.

I saw Captain Zhao holding up the red tassel gun with one hand, the black cloak behind him floating in the wind, the war horse under his crotch marched rhythmically and elegantly, jogging all the way along the horizontal line of the Tang Army's forwards.

"Victory!" Lord Zhao Ping looked back at the gradually burning eyes of the Tang Army's foot soldiers, and let out a thunderous roar from his throat.

"Victory!" The Tang Army's foot soldiers had now begun to familiarize themselves with Lord Zhao's set of things, and they also shouted out in unison.

"Victory!" Lord Zhao swirled around and walked gracefully on the forward horizontal line again, and another rolling thunder shouted out of his mouth.

"Victory!" The Tang army's foot soldiers were ignited, and thousands of people followed the shout in unison, and the momentum instantly overshadowed the roar of the Khitan iron horsemen rolling in the distance.

Lord Zhao stood on his horse, and the war horse man stood up, his front hooves flying, and he let out a long neigh.

The horse's hooves settled, Lord Zhao held the end of the red tassel spear with one hand, and the sharp edge of the snow pointed at the rolling Khitan iron horseman, and shouted:

"Ho Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

"Fight!"

The entire Tang army position was raised with swords and guns, and the spear tips were lined up, and the sound was earth-shattering!

It has nothing to do with fat or thin, nothing about nationality, no matter age, only unity, only common hatred!

Everyone was forced to let out the last roar, and the blood that only belonged to men in everyone's hearts was completely aroused!

(Except, of course, for those two little girls)