Xie Musheer was noncommittal to the request of the left general, bowed his head and pondered for a moment, then stood up, and said to the former generals: "It's okay now, go out for a walk with me." ”

The generals who were not on duty in the city, or who had important tasks on their side, left and returned to the army, and the left general and four or five other men followed behind the marshal

Shemsher walked slowly from the city to the summit of the Chaicuo Pagoda, the holy mountain, with his confidant, without saying a word on the way. At such a time, the pressure on the marshal can be imagined, and other generals will not speak, so as not to be bored.

Looking out from the top of the holy peak, the Yanren joint camp stretched into the distance, and the troops were like ants, shuttling back and forth from the camp to be ordered to mobilize. The garrison defense of Rinka City relied to a large extent on this holy mountain, and the movement of the enemy was almost clear at a glance at the top of the peak, which gave the defenders a lot of advantage.

When the soldiers on the sentry tower on the summit saw the marshal, they bowed down and saluted, and Shemchel waved his hand: "Don't pay attention to me, just do your duty." After speaking, he put his hands behind his back and looked towards the north, which was the direction of the desert and his hometown......

After a long time, Shemushel finally withdrew his gaze and spoke: "Aguti, if I don't send sand crabs to the city, how long can you keep it?" ”

Aguti is the first general on the left, he looks like a reckless man, usually everything is muddy, and he is slow to react, but as soon as he gets involved in the war, he is like a different soul, and he immediately becomes shrewd, and he doesn't want to think about it, so he responds directly: "It's no problem for three days, it's hard to say for five days, and it's over in ten days!" ”

"Nine days!" Xie Musher gave a time: "You don't have to count on the sand crab, and it is impossible for Purgatory to give it to you, but you have to give me another nine days to guard, and the others are at your disposal, even if I go to the city to guard it, it's no problem." ”

The marshal's voice was calm, but this sentence was a military order, and the left head general Aguti nodded directly: "Get the order!" After the leader commanded, he relaxed again. grinned and smiled: "I have to ask for your own soldiers, you forget it, you don't have to go to the city, you have to go up." It's not enough that we're busy protecting you. ”

After speaking, he cautiously asked, "After that nine days?" ”

Xie Musheer suddenly smiled, there was no joy between his eyebrows, the smile lines on his face rippled, but what spread out was a profound determination, he didn't answer Aijiang's question, just muttered in a low voice: "Nine days later... Nine days later......"

Nine days later.

On the eve of dawn.

The sound of evil shook the sky.

the muffled sound of the wood pounding against the gates; The strange sound of the heavy gates erupting again and again in twisting and shattering; Outside the city, the trumpets and war drums boiled against the sky; The shouts of murder that had spread from the city to the city's head; The Yan people outside who had not yet landed in the city roared and shouted...... All these sounds. It's all the victory of the Yan people, it's all the judgment of God, Rinka is about to lose, and there is no way to save it.

The resistance of the Uighurs at the head of the city and behind the gates was only a sad futility, a stubborn instinct.

The winner has been decided, life and death have been decided!

The countless terrible sounds were wrapped together, and they merged into a vicious wave that rushed straight into the nine heavens, shaking the entire sky and trembling.

In contrast, there is silence on the sacred mountain of Tchai Tso Ta Pagoda. The mountain peaks in this city have stood for thousands of years. It's been quiet...... But today it has changed, but at this moment it is the darkest time of the night, and the people below the mountain cannot see anything.

Soon after. When the dawn first penetrated, and the bright morning glow pierced the heavy black curtain like a sword, making the world fade away from the heavy darkness and return to thousands of colors, the Yan pawn who was gradually occupying the city and smashing the gate was shocked to find that today's Chaitso Tashan has completely changed its color!

The Tantric Sacred Mountain, which was originally based on Black Mountain and Huang Yu, turned into a brilliant red.

The mountain doesn't change, it's just that it's changed to a set of mountain clothes...... The mountain coats made by the warriors.

From the foot of the mountain to the mountainside, 60,000 sand crabs; From the mountainside to the peak, 20,000 purgatory. The core and elite force of the Uighur expeditionary force was 80,000 soldiers dressed in red and color. Covers this mountain that is not too grandiose.

Needless to say, purgatory is a red flag and red armor, the color of flowing fire. As for the sand crab flag, the Uighurs worshipped the sacred fire, and the warriors carried a red cloth with them, which was draped out of armor in case of major battles.

Now. The sacred mountain of Tantra has become a fiery peak for the Uighurs!

This is something that no one would have imagined. Marshal Shemsher refused to put the 80,000 cavalry in his hands to defend the city, in order to make another charge when the city of Rinkha was broken and the Uighur army was defeated.

Cavalry is the pride of the Uighurs.

Sand crab, is a long-standing number, has followed the founding of the Great Khan to the east and west, and has made great contributions, so this flag has always been retained, more than 100 years of inheritance, prestige, Mo Erlang has unconsciously joined the sand crab as a dream.

Purgatory is a mysterious army, just like the 'Buddha Light' of the Great Living Buddha, the 'Splendid Lang' of Dayan Jingtai, everyone knows their existence, but they rarely really appear on the battlefield, their appearance symbolizes the most powerful force of the empire, is the embodiment of the light of the holy fire in the world, is the direction of all the Uighurs' eyes, and is the glory of the entire desert.

Perhaps this is why Shemchel refused to use them to defend the city, and the true cavalry should not shrink behind the stone walls, but should sit on horses, gallop across the field, and die in the mad pleasure of galloping.

The last decisive charge allowed the strongest and most elite cavalry in the world to enjoy the pride, dreams and glory that belonged to them.

The Yan people's Chinese military tent is far away from the holy city, and the city wall is blocked, Yan Shuai Zhou Jing, who is standing at the gate of the big tent, can't see the whole picture of the holy mountain, but the bright red dyed by the fire rider at the top of the mountain can still be clearly seen. As a result, Zhou Jing was stunned, and a four-character evaluation involuntarily rose in his heart: "Fool, madman." ”

It's stupid and crazy enough.

The power of the cavalry was indeed amazing, but in comparison, if these 80,000 men were put into the defense of the city, under the cover of high walls and thick walls, it would have allowed Rinkha to hold out for a longer time. If it were a calm manager, he would definitely not do this like Shemchel... War and glory have no relationship between half a big fortune at all, and it is necessary to kill the enemy by unscrupulous means, and to be despicable and shameless in order to win, this is the royal road on the battlefield.

Shemuchel can't even see through this weight, and he is not a qualified coach at all.

In the Yan military camp, as soon as Marshal Zhou Jing's four-word comment in his heart fell, the roar from the mouth of Marshal Xie Mushel on the top of the holy mountain sounded: "Five days later, still here, I share the victory with you... He who is alive returns; Dead. The soul returns. Five days later, at dawn, the Tchai Tso Tata was gone...... Fight the enemy. There are no regrets in death! ”

A family of famous generals, who have practiced martial arts since childhood, has made Xie Muxiel full of Zhongyuan, and the loud roar is spread all around.

Like the Uighurs, they are simple and direct, and there is nothing to be pretentious. His pre-war mobilization was the marshal's last order: kill the enemy and die without regrets.

Immediately, the sound of trumpets rose to the sky, and 80,000 cavalry rode and shouted wildly, and pounced on the Yan army that had already entered the city from the top of the Chai Cuo Tata Mountain.

In Middle-earth, there are few cities that can fulfill the last honor of the cavalry, except for Rinka, where there are mountains. It can be used for cavalry to build up momentum and dive.

The mighty red torrent comes from the flame army of the desert Erlang, from the steel slaughter of the Uighur warriors.

How could the sporadic Yan army that had just rushed into the city be able to withstand such a ferocious charge. Those who escaped in time picked up a life, and those who didn't have time to dodge were directly knocked into the air, trampled over, turned into a puddle of flesh and blood, and scattered under the iron hooves...... Anything that stands in the way of the Iron Knight, whether it is a human life or a murder weapon, has only one fate: shattering.

The 80,000 cavalry had already received the order, and after rushing down the holy mountain, the formation was not chaotic, and they did not disperse to pursue and kill the enemy in the city, but still gathered in one place, as if hunting a fire dragon, and rushed directly out of the east gate of the holy city, which was pointed at by the scimitars of all the warriors. Yanren handsome flag!

The last cavalry, the last charge, and the last madmen actually wanted to break into the joint camp alone, in a vain attempt to destroy the Yan army's Chinese army commander's tent.

Zhou Jing sneered, if his Chinese army was so easy to be destroyed by tens of thousands of enemy cavalry. He was not qualified to be the generalissimo at all, and he did not need to give orders at all, and the army had already been deployed against the Uighur cavalry to intercept the camp and charge the army.

Mo said that the Uighurs now have 80,000 people, even if their expeditionary force has not been damaged in the slightest, and all of them have assembled the Yanzhong army, and there is absolutely no possibility of success.

On the high wooden tower, the Yan military commander waved the flag vigorously, passed the flag order, and a team of Yan soldiers moved when they heard the wind and surrounded them from all directions; When the Uighurs broke into the joint camp, the Yan army also completed the siege.

Different from the previous attack on the Yanren vanguard, the other party was not well prepared for the march that time, at this moment the Yanren were in the camp, the supplies were abundant and fully prepared, the giant spears that specifically suppressed the cavalry, the wire was pierced into a tripwire covered with thistles, the crossbow set up at the key place to be full at any time, as well as the boiling fire oil, huge sasswood, armor-piercing arrows... and the scale of the main force far superior to the number of pioneers.

The red dragon was stuck in the mire, and the speed of the army's breakthrough slowed down significantly, and in the roar and unwillingness of Angang, the Uighurs killed, and the Uighurs were killed! The situation was not unexpected, when the Uighur cavalry was ordered to assemble at the Holy Mountain last night, each of them expected the situation at this moment, and expected that they would die in the endless Yan army today, but what did it matter? Cowering behind the city walls and shooting arrows, or simply not joining the army and not coming to this plateau battlefield, you can live... It's just a little longer to live, and now, they have blood on their knives and horses under their crotches, and their hearts are full of pride......

Zhou Jing climbed the tower and watched the battle, but after watching it for a while, he lost interest, no matter how fierce and tragic the fight was, this Uighur army could not escape the fate of being wiped out and killed, there was no suspense, and there was no room for a turnaround. Zhou Jing returned to the ground, the battle on the plateau had basically settled, and it was time to consider withdrawing troops and returning to aid Yanguo.

But just when he came down from the tower and had not yet reached his marshal's tent, Zhou Jing suddenly stopped, turned his head and asked the soldiers behind him: "What sound?" ”

The soldiers were confused, obviously they didn't hear any special movements, their mouths moved and they were about to speak, when Zhou Jing waved his hand again: "Silence!" At the same time, he frowned and listened carefully. However, with the help of a cup of tea, the faint strange sound became clearer and clearer, and even the soldiers around him could hear it at this moment: the sound of drums.

Unlike the war drums of the Yan or Uighurs, there is no dullness in the drums coming from afar, and the rhythm is fast and the artistic conception is heavy...... The strange heaviness makes it feel as if you are in a lot of verdant mountains, and the mountains are magnificent, but they are not oppressive, but they make people's hearts feel smooth.

It can be heard that the drums are in succession, not a single drum movement, at least a hundred drums in unison, but the sound rises and falls uniformly and neatly, this drum art is extraordinary.

But Zhou Jing still has the heart to explore the skills of playing drums, and his face is pale and he orders in a deep voice: "Explore!" Where the drum goes, who drums! ”

It's a pity that none of the people present have participated in the battle of Qingyang in Tubo and Nanli, otherwise they would have been able to reply to the commander immediately: this is the drum beat of the stone guy from Nanban.

As the Uighurs were dying in battle, the sound of the stone man's drums came from the southeast.

Stone Guy has been in the Southern Fire Army, following Ananda Jinma, and now this group of barbarians are wearing hammers and playing giant drums, and the evil ghost Nanhuo, who has been making trouble in Yanxi before and disappeared for a while, naturally arrived together.

There are not only 40,000 Nanhuo, but also 60,000 neat soldiers, subordinate to the feudal lord Motuo, who have been stationed on the east side of the plateau for generations, not far from the territory of the Great Yan West Pass, and suddenly appeared behind the Yan people.

The drums are beating and reinforcements are arriving!

After the 100,000 male soldiers appeared, they sharply increased their speed, as if the wind was rushing towards the Yan people's array.

Long before entering the Yan Realm, Nanhuo, who turned into a fierce ghost, withdrew from the Yan Realm, hiberned in the territory of Motuo, and sneaked through a small half of the plateau from east to west to the Rinka battlefield.

The rumbling war drums approached quickly, and after a while, the Xie Mushel troops, who were surrounded by the Yan army, also heard the drums.

The left leader Aguti has completed the important task of holding the holy city for nine days, and now he is also riding on a horse to fight with the cavalry, hearing the sound of the drum, after a little thought, he looked at the deputy general beside him in surprise: "What kind of drum is this?" Reinforcements? Are there really reinforcements? ”

The lieutenant general was killing and responded directly: "You don't know, how fucking do I know." ”

Aguti was anxious, and said to the adjutant general: "I'll hold on here, you go and ask the marshal, go quickly!" ”

The lieutenant ordered the horse to go away, and hurried towards the place where the marshal was, but before he could ask for news, suddenly there was another strange noise, which pierced through the chaotic battlefield and reached Aguti's ears in the distance: the horn, loud and noisy, like the sound of a horn blown by a large suona.

Unfamiliar with the sound of the drums, but familiar with the sound of the trumpet, the Uighurs called the 'Ming Horn', the Charge Horn for the 'Infernal Heavy Riders'.

However, the 20,000 purgatory that came with the expeditionary force is now close by, and the sound of the suona horn comes from far northwest...... What does it mean? Did a trumpeter escape from the siege and run to the northwest corner to blow the trumpet? Of course not! Aguti quickly thought of the reason, first 'wow' a crazy laugh, followed by the scimitar wave, and roared at the sons behind him: "Reinforcements have arrived, kill kill kill!" ”

From the corner of the name, reinforcements have arrived!

I don't know when, a sandstorm blew in the northwest direction, the wind and sand filled the sky and the sun, dyed the sky and the earth into a gray patch, and with the piercing sound of the horn, a fiery red heavy cavalry, so abruptly penetrated the fog, penetrated the sand, and smashed like a heavenly fire, smashing into the Yanren array.

Another Infernal Rider.

The only difference between them and the Purgatory under the command of Shemsheel is that in addition to the Purgatory Battle Banner, their banner also has an extra Flame King Banner, as long as the Uighurs can understand that where the King Banner is, is where the Great Khan is!

After ascending the throne, Sunrise East, who became the Great Khan, will never let all purgatory leave his side... He came with 20,000 iron horsemen in the country, and the Great Khan personally drove the expedition.

And purgatory?

Gusts of wind swept by, and instead of the sand and dust in the northwest not dissipating, it suddenly accelerated the speed of movement, like a demon cloud wrapped in the devil, closely following behind the 20,000 purgatory, rushing towards the Yan Array!

It wasn't until Yan Shu fell into the dust that they were shocked to discover that there was a strong enemy hidden in the dust...... An alien army that the Yan people have never seen before.

The sound of killing shook the sky.

Aguti remembered a question he had asked Marshal Semuchel earlier. At that time, the marshal asked him to hold on to the holy city for nine days, and he asked the marshal: What about after nine days?

The marshal did not answer at that time.

At this moment, Aguti finally understood the answer: nine days later, a decisive battle! (To be continued......)