The horse bandits are ready to fight their way.

Across Hebei Road and Shanxi Road, thousands of miles away from Shandong Road, Guanwai Road, a war on the grassland also kicked off.

There are also people who have to fight hard.

The excellent Tuoba cavalry appeared on the hillside, and from a distance, on the top of the low hillside, there was some green earth at the beginning, and there seemed to be a layer of black grass growing on it.

More than 5,000 Tuoba Iron Cavalry, followed by the goshawk, passed through several sandy areas, and came to the garrison of a Jin army.

"Up to 3,000"

"Goshawks will not pity rabbits, jackals will not pity lambs, wind and snow will not stretch out kind hands to herdsmen, we are warriors of the Xianbei tribe, and we will not forgive any enemy."

"You're still the same."

"That's why I'm the second prince, and you're now my subordinate."

"Yanqing, many years have passed, and you still haven't changed."

"The Beast Eater Army is me, and I am the Beast Eater Army, so the shame I suffered before will naturally be washed by me."

Tuoba Yanqing, who was wearing soap iron armor and had a wolf's tooth helmet, stood in the center of the nearly six thousand beast devouring army, pressed the iron gun, and said: "There, it is the territory of the Jin people, Uncle Huang, you were a hostage in the Jin Kingdom for 20 years, although it has been a long time away now, I am afraid that there is still an impression, tell me which army?" ”

The object of the prince of Yanqing's speech was elegant, and the three long whiskers floated slightly, like the great Confucian of the Jin Kingdom, not the prince of Xianbei.

This middle-aged man, who was exiled to the Jin Kingdom for 20 years by the previous Xianbei Da Dan Yu when he was a child, had a pity in his eyes that did not exist at all, and said: "If you do more and kill evil, sooner or later you will be killed and burned." Yanqing, you also need self-cultivation. ”

"Self-cultivation? Cultivate into a cowardly and incompetent uncle like you, and cultivate a powerless chicken like you like an uncle emperor? ”

Although there is a difference in seniority, Yanqing also calls the man around him the imperial uncle, but there is no trace of uncle and nephew affection in his words, and as for the respect and humility within the Xianbei royal family, there is no at all.

is not in charge of military power, does not form a party, only likes to repair books, write poems and paint, such an imperial uncle, when he was a child in Yanqing, got along with him, did not have the slightest rustiness, and was very happy. However, as he grew older, Yanqing gradually understood that the things that the imperial uncle liked, many things that could bring joy when he was a child, could not bring him any glory when he grew up.

In fact, when he was seven years old, Yanqing found out.

At that time, he took a piece of parchment with a small poem written on it, and ran barefoot to his father's palace, wanting to ask for credit, but saw that his father was testing his brothers' archery skills.

Then the story developed as we expected, Yanqing was ridiculed, and the poems he wrote were torn to pieces by his father.

In Yanqing's opinion, those broken parchment confetti were smaller than the snowflakes sprinkled in the gray sky at that time.

Then, at the age of fourteen, after returning from his first expedition with the army, he was wrapped in a rice dumpling, pushed away the imperial uncle who wanted to come to greet him, and returned to the camp with the army alone, and the last person returned to his palace.

After that, he never saw his imperial uncle again.

Even later, with his military exploits, he was promoted to the commander step by step, gained the respect of the army, formed the Beast Devouring Army, and became the second prince, he never saw the imperial uncle who gave him a lot of joy when he was a child.

It wasn't until not long ago that Lord Tuoba sent his own brother to the front line, and then their uncle and nephew met for the first time in more than ten years.

At that time, Yanqing had already roughly detected that there seemed to be an army of the Jin State near the Huzha River. So as the commander and the uncle and nephew as a staff officer, they came here together.

The Huzha River under Wei'an Mountain, two hundred miles to the east, has a golden channel, called Machew Road, which is second only to the gourd belly mountain, and leads to the golden road of Tuoba Xianbei in the northwest.

While Duan was still alive, the Northwest Army and Duan Cavalry often fought for control of this road. After the death of Duan Bu, the He Lou Department took over this main road and made a lot of money.

After the war began, the Helou Department was quickly defeated by the Tuoba Department and the Yuwen Department, and this road was seized by the Northwest Army.

It's just that the Helou Department was defeated too quickly, and the Northwest Army failed to fully control this road.

As a result, the Iron Cavalry of the Tuoba Department and the Northwest Army took this as the center and launched several large-scale battles, with considerable losses on both sides. And after that, there was a long tug-of-war.

If you can find another way, such as opening up the Huzha River, or occupying the Huzha River, and then echo the Xianbei army in Machew Road, and then take Machew Road, it will be much easier. If it is not good, it can also march south from the Huzha River.

Yanqing looked at the golden Huzha River in the distance, looked at the three thousand Northwest Army stationed by the river, and said: "They only have three thousand people, even if it is the Modao Army, I am not afraid, self-cultivation and self-cultivation Uncle Huang, why don't you kill me?" ”

After looking at the vicissitudes of life, Yanqing was unmoved.

"The planning of the station is not strict, the tent construction is chaotic, a small number of war horses, looking at the posture of the war horses running over there, they are not excellent war horses, not elite. There are not many logistics personnel, and the number of carriages is also insufficient, and it is impossible to be a Modao army. Yanqing, you want to kill the past and open up the north-south transportation road, I don't object, I just want to say, if you can't kill it, don't kill it. ”

Yanqing smiled: "Uncle Huang still has some ability, since this is the case, kill me!" ”

Ink-like cavalry rushed down the hillside, like ink on turquoise rice paper.

If you can kill, and there is no property on the other side, how can there be a knife sealed? If there is, it is even more unlikely.

The Northwest Army by the river noticed that their drums and horns sounded, and then the Northwest Army of more than 3,000 people walked out of the camp.

In fact, as soon as the Xianbei cavalry appeared, the Northwest Army discovered them, and in addition to sending dozens of cavalry back to deliver the message, in fact, the entire camp with a not very reasonable layout moved. It was only when the two thousand Xianbei cavalry charged that the infantry and a small number of cavalry began to line up.

Three thousand, five or six in number, divided into three phalanxes, displayed them by the river, and then greeted the cavalry, stepping on the drums, and thus met them.

The Northwest Army, which was at an absolute disadvantage in numbers, took the initiative to meet it.

"Ho ho ho

"Ho ho ho

The neat pace and the voice that could not be heard sounded by the river, and gradually, the cavalry from the steppe also felt the pressure.

It's not a ragtag army, and it's probably not easy to fight.

Their steps are too neat, their movements are even, and their voices are low, but full of energy.

Yanqing frowned.

By the time the drum horns and rhythmic trumpets were shouted, he was already frowning.

Yanqing instinctively felt that under the guidance of the correct strategy, he seemed to be going somewhere.

It's not that the strategic army is wrong, but it's wrong to say that the Huzha River must be defeated.

Naturally, he was a little shocked by the generous determination of the 3,000 mortals below who did not flee and oppose the war, and more importantly, the weapons carried on the shoulders of those foot soldiers.

It was a spear that was two feet long.

Yanqing swore to the wolf god that he had never seen such a long spear.

So everything before was explained.

Why is the layout of this barracks different from ordinary barracks, why are there few horses and carts in this barracks, because this barracks does not need these things.

As for the question asked, don't long guns need to be consigned in large carts?

Quite simply, because the carts had brought in the spears and gone - their large troops, which should have been very close to here.

Yanqing is a little worried, but also a little happy.

He had never seen this kind of arrangement, and the two-zhang long phalanx, erected like a needle forest, and the spear heads reflecting the light in the sun, made him feel a little stressed.

Of course, it can be defeated, but death and injury are inevitable.

Happily, he knew he had the right strategy.

The Huzha River was an important route, and the Northwest Army stationed a large number of troops here, including the current new army.

This is a big fish.

Weighing before and after, Yanqing still feels that he has earned it.

He is willing to accept some bearable losses in exchange for greater results.

What's more, the Beast Eaters are never afraid of death.

He is willing to fight hard battles that are difficult to fight. Therefore, such a 6,000 cavalry crushing 3,000 foot soldiers, for him, even if the gun array caused him a certain amount of psychological pressure, it would not be too much.

Four or five miles, the cavalry charge did not take too long.

From the ink-rendered jogging to the extreme speed of the waterfall, the Beast Eater Army only took a short time.

This time was so short that the Northwest Army, which was carrying spears, could only leave the camp less than a mile.

Actually, it's already very fast.

Yanqing, who left the four cavalry in the formation, showed madness in his eyes. His brows had already been relaxed, and the trace of worry in his eyes had all disappeared, and the four thousand cavalry began to change formations, only waiting for the two thousand men in the vanguard to rain the first batch of arrows, and the second group of cavalry to dispatch again.

The general of the Northwest Army who commanded this battle was a figure who was not well-known within the Northwest Army, and in fact, few people in the officer class of the Northwest Army knew him.

Because he belonged to the Northwest Army Weave, but barely spent long in the Northwest Army.

His name is Xie Feng.

is the righteous son of the old butler of a certain wealthy lord who has fallen in the south.

No one knew that the old butler's biggest son would be in the Northwest Army.

And a captain of a ragtag army.

Real power, but no oil and water, this time he was transferred here, nominally to garrison the key points, but in fact, no matter how you look at it, he is just the role of cannon fodder.

And it's the kind of cannon fodder who has to bear the infamy after he dies.

After all, such an important place as the Huzha River was handed over to you to guard, but you lost it, is it not that you are incompetent or what?

Everyone knows that if the Xianbei people can't beat the horse, they will fight the Huzha River, and they will fight with all their might. Can you really keep these 3,000 people?

If this can be held as it should be, then as long as there are 30,000 people, at most 50,000, there will be no problems in the northwest.

That's not realistic.

Xie Feng, like an ordinary foot soldier, was holding a spear two zhang long, and was steadily advancing, and in his eyes, the black tide poured over, not a stream, but a sea of fire.