The snow stopped, the wind stopped, the long-smelling sun crawled out of the horizon weakly, the snow reflected the light, a bright one, people had to close their eyes a little to adapt to the dazzling light, a goshawk soared high in the sky, sometimes spread its wings and fly high, sometimes folded its wings and glided, freely enjoying the long-lost sunny day after the wind and snow.

There was a very quiet between heaven and earth, but this silence made the goshawk feel abnormal, because in its sharp eyes, it could clearly see that on the ground beneath its feet, countless human beings were standing solemnly, piece by piece, piece by piece, almost filling its sight. The goshawk knew the creatures beneath his feet, because many of his kind had been shot out of the air by these creatures that called themselves human beings under his feet, and thus lost their freedom and life, so he flew high and scrutinized carefully.

There were more humans below than all he had seen before, but there were many differences, and in the past it saw these humans on horses, shouting loudly, galloping, few people, but very loud, but today it seemed to be different, there were many people, but they were unusually quiet, and he seemed to hear the trembling of the rabbits under the snow.

Knock knock, suddenly, there was a dull drum sound below, the drum beat became denser and denser, the sound became louder and louder, and then, the mournful horn sounded from the long brass horn or bull's horn, and the goshawk in the high sky suddenly felt a surging battle spirit from the bottom of his heart, this feeling only appeared when he was hunting, when he found the prey, he was a little distracted, he suddenly pulled his wings, and rushed down like an arrow.

Kill! Kill! Kill! The huge whistling sound almost shattered the poor eardrums of the goshawk, but it also woke it up from its distraction, and a strong pressure came from below, almost making it lose its self-control, and it almost fell directly to the ground, spreading its wings violently, and in a sprint, it flew high again into the air, looking down, the crowd was slowly moving forward, and every few steps it moved, it would let out that kind of cry that made him tremble.

It's horrible! The goshawk turned its head, spread its wings, and hurried off into the distance, away from the place that terrified it.

This place is called Mawangji.

Lu Dalin stood under the bright red Lu Zi flag, and pointed in front of the horse whip, his target was Ma Wangji.

"Today, I'm going to take it!" Lu Dalin said in an unquestionable tone, "Today's handsome wedding, we will win the Mawangji, and congratulate the handsome with victory and the blood of the barbarians!" ”

The barbarian army general stationed in Mawangji is the veteran general of the Bai nationality Wugube, he only has 20,000 cavalry in his hands, 10,000 foot soldiers, Mawangji does not have a strong city wall and fortress, and the thin wall that is barely repaired is only a few feet thick, and the wall that is only a few meters high obviously cannot withstand an impact from the enemy, not to mention, the enemy in front of him is completely armed to the teeth, looking at the huge siege equipment that slowly advanced with their footmen, Wugube has the consciousness of dying here.

He simply abandoned the obviously vulnerable wall, and he was going to fight a field battle with the Dingzhou army.

Raising the machete in his hand high, Ugube roared: "Sons, rushing forward is death, retreating is also death, do you choose a glorious death or a despicable death?" "Kill, kill, kill!" He was answered by the earth-shattering sound of killing.

"Prairie Eagles, go to battle! Go and cut off the heads of your enemies, tie them to your saddles, and show off your prowess! Ugube roared, holding his machete aloft, and from his side, the brutes rushed out with a shout.

Wugube's choice was unexpected by Lu Dalin, if Wugubei defended the city with foot soldiers and responded with cavalry outside, it might bring him a little more trouble, but this lonely way of playing made Lu Dalin disdainful and stupid! Lu Dalin sneered.

The drum beat changed suddenly, the flag was unfurled, dozens of scattered phalanxes of thousands of people suddenly closed, nearly a thousand chariots gathered into a straight line, with a frantic movement of the soldiers pushing the chariots forward, all the chariots were connected into one, and the hundred rounds of crossbows carried on the chariots opened their hideous mouths.

Rows of spearmen marched forward, their spears raised diagonally, and the rear of the chariot immediately turned into a forest of cold and shining spears, and the blades of spears more than a foot long reflected the light and shining.

Behind the spearmen, rows of archers opened their warps, and crossbowmen opened their crossbow machines, and at the feet of each of them, two crossbows were lined up.

"Block!" A shout broke the silence of the archers, and with the hum of countless first-class bows, the long arrows burst out of the string and shot diagonally into the sky, flew to the highest point, and then plunged headlong, breaking through the enemy's leather armor, splashing a little bit of blood, and sweeping a blank space from the influx of enemies.

"Cleanup!"

Crossbowmen and 100-round crossbows were launched at the same time, and the short crossbows as dense as flying locusts with a terrifying scream, drew an afterimage that was difficult for the human eye to see, and surged towards the enemy on the opposite side.

At the same time, a long whistle sounded in the spear phalanx, and all the spearmen lowered their heads in unison, and at the right time, countless arrows fell from the air, landing on their iron armor, making a clanging sound, or sliding to the side, or shooting into the warrior's body along the gap in the iron armor, and with a muffled sound, the spearmen who had fallen to the ground were quickly removed and new soldiers filled in.

Compared with the spearmen in iron armor, the crossbowmen fell more in the confrontation with the brute soldiers, constantly someone fell, constantly someone added, at this time, human life is just a simple symbol, whether it is a general or a soldier, they are indifferently staring at the approaching enemy, no one cares about the fallen colleagues, perhaps, the next is themselves.

The cavalry of the Dingzhou army penetrated into the barbarian army from the two wedges, ignoring the approaching barbarian army, but formed two cones and rushed towards the direction of Mawangji.

After the hundred rounds of crossbows were fired, there was no time to reload the crossbow arrows, and the barbarians who had paid a huge price had already rushed to the front, and the chariot immediately turned into a city wall, and the cold and shining spears pierced out in unison, and when they were withdrawn, they brought out waves of blood.

The desperate brute stepped on the body of his companion, climbed onto the chariot one after another, roared and threw the iron cone in his hand into the forest of guns, and threw the broadsword in his hand violently when the spear passed through his body, just to open a gap in this forest of guns, rush out of a clearing, and obtain a bridgehead for attack.

The spirited brute crouched on the ground and crawled in along the gap between the two wheels of the chariot, but they soon found that they were greeted by the charioteers' sturdy shields and sharp short blades.

Blood is burning!

The moment the sun jumped out of the horizon, the king of horses set the golden drums in unison, murderous, a fight between the two sides was unfolding, and in Dingzhou City, the same golden drums, horns, but with a joyful atmosphere! The snow in the city has long been cleared, the stone-paved streets are clean and dusty, Li Qing, dressed in a big red auspicious suit, is riding on a tall horse covered in red and hanging colors, and is taking a huge team of relatives and a specially made Qibao incense cart to marry his bride outside the city, the princess of Allure.

The city of Dingzhou is full of festive atmosphere, every household hangs red lanterns on the lintel, and the slightly richer ones even tear some red silk, tie it to the tree in front of the door, hang it on the railing on the upper floor, and flutter slowly in the wind. Changing into brand new clothes, he stood on the side of the street in front of the door, listened attentively to the sound of the gong that opened the way, listened to the sound of the broken horses' hooves, and silently calculated in his heart the time when the handsome man passed here.

Li Qing smiled, after all, it was his own joy, and it was false to say that he was unhappy. Today's Tang Hu did not ride a horse, but walked in front of Li Qing's horse, holding the reins for him, Li Qing smiled and nodded to the people watching the ceremony, every time he passed, "Handsome and mighty!" And the sound of the whistling resounded throughout the city.

The city gate of Dingzhou is already in sight, starting from the city gate hole, the red carpet has been rolled into the camp of the city, in the camp full of lights, the palace guard soldiers are covered with red silk, and even the weapons in their hands are also wrapped in red silk, losing the fierce atmosphere, but revealing a few joys. The tents around the big tent where Allure lives have been removed, and the whole big tent is full of red, pink and white plum blossoms.

"Congratulations!" Old Lord Han smiled at Li Zhidao.

"Congratulations!" Li Huizhi returned the salute with a smile.

Officials from the Ministry of Rites began to carry out the tedious rituals in an orderly manner.

At noon, the sun finally began to heat up a little, Li Qing was bored and finally waited for the white-bearded old man to elongate the voice of Licheng, and the two palace maids helped out the allure with a red scarf covering their heads from the tent, and under the leadership of the old prince Han, they walked towards Li Qing step by step.

Ma Wang Ji, Wu Gu Bei put all the reserves in his hands into the battle, even his guards and soldiers, he was also driven to the battlefield, at this time, under the thin city wall of Ma Wang Ji, only a lonely person remained, holding a big sword, standing under its banner.

The chariot walls were in tatters, and the barbarians had rushed into the spearmen, engaged in hand-to-hand combat with the swordsmen who protected the spears, and the archers and crossbowmen threw away their bows and arrows, drew their short knives at their waists, and joined the close combat, at this time, tens of thousands of horses on both sides were completely wrenched.

At this point in the battle, the overall situation has been decided, and Wugubei has invested all his troops, but on Lu Dalin's side, the Changsheng Battalion, the Whirlwind Battalion, and the Xuanfeng Battalion have not even moved, and only Lu Dalin's direct troops in Shanglin have entered the battle.

"Chen Xingyue!" Lu Dalin shouted loudly.

"The last general!" Chen Xingyue's face was full of red light, and it was finally his turn, on the battlefield, the form had gradually become a one-sided situation, and at this time, it was a good time to hone the recruits.

"Go ahead and let the rookies experience what the battlefield is all about!" Lu Dalin ordered. Chen Xingyue excitedly took the order and left.

Lu Dalin's gaze crossed the battlefield, looked at the lonely figure of the barbarian veteran under the city wall of Ma Wangji in the distance, shook his head slightly, turned the horse's head, and rode away.

Ma Wangji already belongs to Dingzhou!

(To be continued)