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The former Lord Wuhuan of the Upper Valley, and now the Black Feather King Nanlou rode a majestic black sè war horse, standing in the middle, with huge battle flags fluttering behind him, hunting and hunting. He was over seventy years old, but he was still as strong as a bear, except for his white beard, knotted arm muscles, and not many wrinkles on his face, he looked very young. Behind him, there were 20,000 Shanggu Wuhuan Jing horses, tightly strangled on the war horses, silent, solemn and full of confidence.

There are more than 10,000 horses on his left side, which is the Wuhuan Lord in Beiping on the right, and now the people and horses of Wuyan, the king of Khan Lu, among the several Wuhuan tribes in Youzhou, his strength is the worst, and this rest of the riding is mixed with a lot of old people and teenagers, this is already all the strength he can come up with, compared with the difficult building of the Chinese army, he is as shabby as a flower child.

On the right side of the difficult building is 15,000 Liaoxi Wuhuan jing horses, although the number is not as much as Shanggu Wuhuan, but the jing god head is not bad, from the perspective of equipment, it is even a little stronger than the subordinates of the difficult building. Under the battle flag, sitting on the back of a fiery red war horse with a straight waist was not Qiu Liju, the lord of Wuhuan in Liaoxi, but his nephew Badun. Behind Badun was a bewitching-looking woman, not wearing battle armor, but wearing a large hat woven from various sè bird feathers, which was the god and witch fire fox of the Wuhuan tribe in western Liaoning.

Nearly 50,000 Wuhuan Jing rode into a very common large formation, looking at the Han army opposite, with a disdainful sneer on the corner of his mouth. After so many years, they finally got rid of the constraints of the Han people and could rightfully own this grassland. After Liu Xiu, the hussar general who crisscrossed the grassland, mutinied, Yuan Shao named them kings. On the condition that the land north of Yanshan be handed over to them, in exchange for their allegiance. They not only provided Yuan Shao with more than 10,000 horses, but were also responsible for protecting the retreat north of Yanshan.

This time. The general Song Feng led 20,000 cavalry to Youzhou, naturally wanting to cross Yanshan and cut off Yuan Shao's back road. Fight into Jizhou from the north. How could the Wuhuan people sit idly by, as soon as they heard the news that the Han army was about to arrive, Nanlou summoned all the tribes to gather here, to fight with the Han army on the battlefield of Zhuolu Gu, just like the Yellow Emperor defeated Chi You back then, defeated Song Feng, and defended the rear for Yuan Shao.

There are only more than 20,000 Han troops, although there are famous generals Zhao Yun and Lu Bu in the Han army. But the general Song Feng is an out-and-out mediocre man, it is said that he has never fought a war before, and the only record he can mention is that he defeated the Rifle Wind of the Niutou tribe not long ago, and Song Feng did not go into battle at all in that battle, and the real battle was Zhao Yun, Lu Bu and Xiahou Yuan. He was able to sit in the position of general only because his daughter became the queen. Then she became the queen mother.

For this kind of general from a foreign relative, Nan Lou has always disagreed, he believes that today he can easily defeat the Han army and complete Yuan Shao's trust. Not only because of Song Feng's incompetence, but also in terms of military strength. He also has an absolute advantage, and he can't find a reason to fail.

It's not just Nanlou who thinks so, almost every Wuhuan person thinks so, their morale is high, and they only have the iron armor on the Han army and the halberd and war horse in their hands. Yuan Shao can give them the title of king, and can give them various titles, but Yuan Shao cannot provide them with all kinds of materials, especially all kinds of weapons and equipment. Bingzhou was the first of the Han states to implement the new policy, and their equipment has always been a sought-after commodity for the Wuhuan and Xianbei people. It is difficult to buy in the market, and the smuggling is very expensive, only the tribal adults can afford it, and the ordinary soldiers are still mainly leather armor. Combat capture is the only channel, but in the past, Liu Xiu was still there, the Han army was strong, and the Wuhuan people did not dare to rob it.

Compared with the high-spirited Wuhuan people, the Han army on the opposite side looked very depressed, and the advantage in equipment could not make up for the low morale. After this period of time, almost all the soldiers knew what happened in Luoyang, the hussar general Liu Xiu, who had led them to the battlefield, was more auspicious, and now they were led by Song Feng, a general of his relatives. Ordinary soldiers don't have as many scruples as Zhao Yun, of course, it's impossible for them to rise up against Song Feng for Liu Xiu, they just feel bored, they can't beat Jing Shen, and they all hang their heads when they stand there, this is the only way for them to express their thoughts about Liu Xiu. [.]

In the face of twice the Wuhuan people, almost all the Han troops felt the breath of death, and their morale became more and more low. They were also silent, but they didn't dare to speak out because they were nervous, and the ominous atmosphere made everyone feel uneasy and their hearts beat like drums.

Song Feng sat on the horse, holding the war horse between his legs. He has never appeared on the battlefield, and he rarely rides a horse, and he is also very uncomfortable with this kind of occasion, and the depressing atmosphere before the war made him even more overwhelmed, and even the war horse was a little uneasy, swinging his neck from time to time, shaking his body, and these made Song Feng feel nervous, for fear that he would be accidentally thrown down by the war horse.

Song Feng's embarrassment fell in the eyes of the soldiers, adding a little bit of ruin, such a general could still come to the battle array to command? Can you still win the battle? This time it's really a catastrophe. Without the hussar general, the Han border army has lost its soul and is nothing more than a walking corpse in jingmei armor.

An atmosphere of frustration gradually spread among the Han army.

At this moment, the drums of war sounded, the rhythm was soothing, and the beat of the drums was calm and powerful. The soldiers looked at the Chinese army, but when they saw the battle flag of the Chinese army slowly falling, they couldn't help but be stunned. Before the battle starts, the flag is folded first, which is definitely a bad omen.

Nanlou on the opposite side also saw this scene, he opened his eyes wide, looked carefully for a moment, couldn't help but pat his thigh, turned to his son Lou Lu and said, "Look, the general flag of the Han army has fallen." Hahaha, it seems that Firefox has a point, this time, we won. ”

Lou Lu is exactly thirty years old this year, and his appearance is a little similar to Nanlou, but he did not ride a black horse, but a pure white war horse, just like when he followed Liu Xiu to Ningcheng. He watched the banner on the opposite side slowly fall with keen eyes, and sighed regretfully. As a young man who fought side by side with the Han army when he was young, as a disciple of Zhao Yun, and as a Wuhuan man who had received Lu Min's enlightenment, he had always disapproved of accepting Yuan Shao's title and being an enemy of the Han army. It's just that it is related to the survival of the entire tribe, and his personal opinion is insignificant, not to mention that he is not the supreme commander of Shanggu Wuhuan now, and everything can only be listened to by his father.

He knew that there was his master Zhao Yun on the other side, and there were comrades who had fought with him, but today, he had to fight them to the death, and even killed them with his own hands. He regretted that the majesty of the Han army was no longer, this was not the Han army he wanted to see, even if the Han army was outnumbered, it was also high-spirited, confident and almost arrogant, which was like the current cowardice.

"Wait......" Lou Lu suddenly found something, pointed to the opposite side and said loudly to the difficult building.

Nanlou was turning his head to talk to Yan Jie, and when he heard Lou Lu's shout, he was a little unhappy, and turned his head and scolded him: "Look at you, your son is all over the ground, and he is still shocked, how will he lead the people in the future?" ”

Lou Lu didn't care about explaining, kicked the horse's belly lightly, took a step forward before the battle, and went hand in hand with the war horse of Nanlou, Lou Lu leaned over, attached to Nanlou's ear, pointed to the Han army battle formation opposite, and his voice trembled nervously: "Father, look ......"

Nan Lou followed his fingers, and was also stunned for a moment, concentrating on it.

In the Han army's formation, as Song Feng's battle flag slowly fell, the Chinese army parted to both sides like a wave, and a large number of men and horses galloped out from the middle, their armor was bright, shining in the early morning sun. When the first general, with black helmet and black armor, holding a spear, rode on a majestic black sè war horse, and came to the front of the formation with brisk steps, countless knights in fiery red robes poured out from behind him like a bloody wave, lined up on both sides, and gradually covered Song Feng's Chinese army.

In the end, dozens of horsemen slowly galloped out of the battle formation, when the first general, there was no helmet on his head, a blood-red coat was draped on his body, and a red war horse with the extreme of a divine horse was placed on his crotch, and the whole person was like a fire. Behind him, two warriors each held a big sword, the big dragon fluttered slowly in the morning wind, and on one of the flags, a divine bird flying in the fire raised its head and roared, and its fierce gaze exceeded the distance of six or seven hundred steps, and it was difficult to see that the building was flustered for a while.

"This ...... Whose battle flag is this, it's familiar......"

Lou Lu's heart shook violently, and he said after a while: "It turned out to be him, father, we ...... Fooled again. ”

Wuyan, the king of Khan Lu on the left, was inexplicable, the battle was imminent, what tricks were the Han army on the other side doing, he couldn't see what those people were doing, but he found that the momentum of the Han army had changed significantly, and the original low morale was swept away, and suddenly it became high and high. He looked at the difficult building of the Chinese army in surprise, but found that the difficult building and the building were talking to each other, and he didn't know what to say.

He could see clearly, he was cold, and the early summer sun shone on his body, but there was no heat at all. He felt a burst of blackness in front of him, as if there was a bottomless abyss, waiting for him to jump down, but before he could get there, the cold air in the abyss was surging in bursts, cold and biting.

He knew the flag, he knew who that man was.

The morale of the Han army, which was suddenly high, roared like a raging wave, roaring, with incomparable violent power, the impact was so strong that it trembled all over, and it was almost impossible to sit on the back of the horse. The fire fox noticed his strange appearance, urged him to step forward, lightly raised his hand, pressed it on the shoulder of Badun, and said softly: "Anu, what's wrong with you?" ”

"Our plague is coming." With all his strength, he raised his hands, his face was like ashes, and his voice was dry. "The Han general in the red robe on the opposite side is the one who snatched your green horns back then, and he is ......"

"Is that him?" The firefox was shocked, and subconsciously retracted his hand, covering his red lips. Her panic affected the war horse under her crotch, and the war horse neighed, and the man stood up. Firefox screamed, rolled over and fell off his horse.