Just when Li Jie was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot, the sound of metal colliding behind him suddenly sounded, and then several people knelt on one knee and saluted. [ads:This site has a new URL,Shorthand method:,.]

"The last general will knock on His Majesty King Min!"

The weather in January, the high-altitude terrain in the mountains is still bitter and cold, Li Ji, who is fully armored, and the black and bright armor leaves of Hei Tooth Changzhi and others are covered with a layer of frost, and their rough faces are also red from the cold.

"Your Highness, all the soldiers and horses have set off as planned, the generals, if they don't move, they will not have a single shot for a hundred years, and if they move, they will be as fast as lightning and thunder, and they will crush the enemy with lightning speed, and please wait patiently!"

Although kneeling on one knee to start playing, Li Ji's tone was still hard, his face was stinky, Li Jie couldn't help but smile wryly, worthy of being a veteran, Li Ji's assessment was really right, originally Li Jie planned to use elite infantry to climb the cliffs on both sides of the White Wolf Valley, and hit the Asian nomadic coalition army on three sides, but when he actually arrived at the place, he found that the steep and towering birds in this place could not fly up.

Several armies still had to attack separately according to Li Ji's plan, slowly recovering the captured pillbox beacons, and slowly drawing them into the encirclement.

Listening to Li Ji's lesson, at this time, Li Jie was not as tough as when he first sent out the army, scratched his helmet and asked with a wry smile: "British duke, have the orders to several generals been delivered?"

Li Jie bit the word "order" very hard, but when he heard this question, Li Ji's face became even more stinky, and he arched his fist sullenly and said: "Your Highness, rest assured, the messengers from General Su Dingfang, General Qin Huaiyang, General Xue Li and others have rushed to the dangerous mountain fort, and they will go out of the customs as planned."

"That's good."

Although Li Ji's tone was not very respectful, Li Jie still let out a white breath and said with a wisp of his sleeves.

"Everyone, please get up."

"Your Highness."

Several generals and generals stood up after arching their fists and thanked them, and immediately accompanied Li Jie to watch the battle together, the cavalry duel was the most enthusiastic, in less than half an hour, it had entered the white heat, and the cavalry of the two armies strangled together was repeatedly strangled.

In the last 300 years, the fierce and turbulent social changes in the North and South Koreas, the large-scale invasion of the Central Plains by the northern ethnic minorities, and the chaotic war of the day and day were only formed, which was a specially customized killing weapon in response to the fierce war.

Unlike the brittle applewood lances of Western knights, the lance was tough and elastic, and later Norman cavalry, Latin cavalry, and Frankish knights only needed to hold the spear under their armpits and charge forward at the enemy, and the spear would naturally shatter after giving him a fatal blow to the enemy.

The use of the horse lance requires more skill, more than three meters long elastic horse lance is a test of the rider's wrist, when the confrontation is crossed by the opponent's vital point in an instant, with the elasticity of the horse lance to unload the horse impact of the huge force, in order to protect themselves, melee fighting, but also need to keep a certain distance, so that the long horse lance can be waved away, protect themselves.

At this time, in the Zuowu Guard, there is such a horse lance master, a big banner with a Chen character, a strong man with armor like a black panther every time he charges is at the forefront of the whole army, the sharp spear is like a poisonous dragon lightning poking out, encountering him The steppe wolf is all blood spurting from the throat, falling to the ground and dying, where he is, can always quickly vacate a gap, and no one dares to approach the timid steppe wolf, which is extremely eye-catching.

In the sudden formation, suddenly the general's war horse softened, and the whole person disappeared in the rolling enemy horse in an instant, so that Li Jie, who had been paying attention to him for a long time, nervously leaned out along the city wall, and Li Ji, who was so panicked, hurriedly stretched out his hand that was frozen and hard, and grabbed him back like an eagle's claw.

However, Li Jie's face was also red from the cold, but the corners of his mouth hooked up a smile, because on the bloody killing field, a bloody horse lance carried a screaming grassland warrior stood up again, grabbed an enemy's horse, and the black-armored general turned over his horse again and rushed on the battlefield again.

Coming through, there are a number of famous generals in history, who can be rowed, Li Jie almost tried his best to gather in his hands, and a fierce general who did not leave a name in history appeared coldly, it was really a surprise for him, and he was guilty of collecting habits, Li Jie couldn't help but turn his head and ask.

"Who is this person?"

Li Ji, the secretary of the military department, was also annoyed and confused, and after hesitating, he shook his head uncertainly.

"Zuo Wuwei is under the command of Chen Zheng, the general of Dezhonglang, this person should be a general at the level of Du Wei under Chen Zheng, who is the surname, and the old minister doesn't know very well."

There are not 10,000 but 8,000 military attachés at the rank of lieutenant in Fujian, and Li Ji has only recognized the military department for two or three years, so it is strange that he can recognize them all.

Hearing this name, Li Jie underestimated it and muttered again.

"Chen Zheng!"

The name struck him as familiar.

Time passed little by little, and the bloody battle below gradually died down.

After all, he has the advantage in equipment, and Li Jie's relationship in the north has made a large number of Turks, Mota, and ethnic minorities in the northeast under his command, plus they have experienced the chaos of Wuhu and the chaos at the end of the Sui Dynasty, and the martial arts in the world have not been extinguished.

More than 3,000 selected tribal warriors were killed in the hedge with the Fujian cavalry, even the elite of the tribes could not support it, and the gray and hasty Nangu retreated in defeat, leaving a lodging war horse, nailed to the ground by a horse lance or long arrow, and quickly frozen the hard corpse.

The blood and sweat all over his body were steaming out a mist in mid-air, and seeing the defeat of his fierce opponent, the black-armored warrior couldn't help but be stunned for a moment, and after a while, he raised his head and shouted excitedly.

"Wan Sheng!"

"Great Min Wansheng! Da Min Wan Sheng! ”

The soldiers who fought bloodily also roared excitedly with their horse lances, and the sound shook the eternal mountains and forests of the White Wolf Valley to buzz.

Although the scale of this battle was not large, it repelled the offensive of the steppe nomadic coalition army for many days, regained the initiative back into his hands, and the victory of the flag also greatly boosted the morale of the Fujian army.

However, looking at the chaotic banner and the Belus rebels who retreated in a hurry, Li Ji frowned deeply, and with his many years of military career, he smelled an unusual smell.

Fujian's powerful logistics were quickly revealed after the war, the cavalry soldiers after the fierce battle were quickly welcomed back to the pass, hundreds of red gourd team doctors were hurriedly assembled to treat the wounded, the cooking squad also carried the fiery broth to rush over to the labor army, the dead were quickly collected with cloth bags, monks, Taoist Brahmin priests lined up to come to the door to overtake.

In the spirit of humanitarianism, in fact, it was also afraid that the corpses would rot and stink and breed epidemics, the dead and wounded of the nomads at the city gate were also carried in, and the injured were also treated under supervision, and the dead were not treated so well, and they were buried casually when they were found in a pit, and no clergy came up to ask for them.

Religion is for the living, and the belief of the Fujian side has always been a fierce battlefield for several major sects, as for the grassland people, they don't believe in it anyway, maybe it will be regarded as a curse, so why bother?

However, before burying the corpse, Li Ji did what he had done in Ludongzan outside Lhasa again, so he didn't care about the bloody and dirty corpses, Li Ji checked back and forth more than a dozen corpses of grassland people who died in battle, and even waved a knife to cut open the stomach of a corpse, and after looking at it a few times, he immediately frowned and shook his head heavily.

After cleaning the battlefield, the heavy infantry of the Fujian State was proud of rushed out in formation, and built a solid defensive line, and then, a large number of government soldiers rushed out, and seized the time to repair the dangerous mountain fort tower, and the offensive and defensive battles for many days made the pillboxes and trenches damaged a lot.

On the other side, the town of the dangerous mountain fort guarded the mansion, and the victorious Zuo Wuwei Guide Zhonglang General and the black-armored general who rushed forward today entered with joy under the guidance of the Praetorian Guard.

can be personally received and rewarded by the King of Fujian, not to mention its own glory, if it is remembered by the King of Fujian in the future, it will not fly to the Yellow Tengda!

With this joy, they even forgot the pain of fighting for half a day, and as soon as the two entered the hall of the town guard's mansion, they immediately knelt down on one knee and greeted each other with a military salute.

"Minister Chen Zheng/Chen Zhangming knocks to see the King of Min Chitose."

This Chen Zheng is now in his early fifties, even if he fights all year round, there are a lot of white hairs in his hair, but he is still tough, the black-armored general next to him really looks the same as what he showed on the battlefield just now, with a leopard's head and eyes, a tiger's back and a bear's waist, and a two-meter big head that looks like a deterrent, and a thick beard with a little dark red, what is self-evident.

Li Jie, who was watching, nodded appreciatively and secretly, what a hero!

"Chen Aiqing, where is your hometown?"

"Back to Your Majesty!" Chen Zheng immediately leaned down excitedly, Guangyao Township is also the biggest pursuit confidant of the Tang people in this era, and replied with a slight trembling: "The ancestral hometown of Gwangju Gushi, Gwangju was destroyed after the Luoyang Rebellion, and the Chen's family followed His Royal Highness to move to Zhangzhou, Fujian State, and lived on the bank of the Liuying River at the foot of Jiulong Mountain.

Li Jie, who heard this, couldn't help but nod again, the inconspicuous old man below was really the one he remembered!

His face became even more strange, and Li Jie leaned forward a little curiously and asked, "Chen Aiqing, do you have a young son named Chen Yuanguang?"

As soon as these words came out, the thin Gui Delang Jiang was really like a lightning strike, and the honest Chen Zhangming on the side was also honest and bearded, his face was full of consternation, and he asked in surprise: "Uncle Fang got a letter from Jingshi ten months ago, and the uncle and young son got the guidance of the master and named Yuanguang, how did Your Majesty know?"

That's it, yes! In the astonishment of the two, the corners of Li Jie's mouth couldn't help grinning, and he found another treasure!