Xue Wanjun sat on the stone on the bank of the Yishui River and looked at the inexplicable letterhead in his hand, on which a few words were written crookedly: "Is it the people of Huaxia or the generals under Li Yi?" ”

When Xue Wanjun saw these words for the first time, his first impression was that they were ugly, and the crooked strokes of the words were of different lengths and verticals. The second feeling and the second impression are that Luo Shixin's brain is funny.

Is there a difference between the people of Huaxia and the generals under Li Yi?

Could it be that if you are a Chinese citizen, you can't be a general under Li Yi, or a general under Li Yi can't be a Chinese citizen?

"What is the meaning of this sentence?"

Xue Wanjun has never had any contact with Luo Shixin, and firmly believes that he is not a boring person, and will not write a letterhead to amuse him inexplicably.

"What the hell is the purpose?"

Even if Xue Wanjun is very wise, he can't see through the key for a while.

"General, there is a Turkic movement!" The sound of horses' hooves sounded rapidly, and a horse galloped from a distance.

Xue Wanjun temporarily put down the letterhead in his hand and looked forward, his expression was solemn and cautious: as far as his eyes could see, the scout was sweating profusely, and there was an arrow feather stuck in his shoulder, and the black arrow pierced out from the other side of his shoulder, and the overflowing blood soaked the entire arm.

"How many people are there on the other side, and where are they going?" Xue Wanjun strode up to meet him and personally helped the injured scout off his horse.

The scout ignored the arrow wound on his shoulder and said loudly: "There are at least more than 10,000 of them, and they are speeding all the way, heading in the direction of Yizhou, as if they already have a goal." Even when they encountered us, the scouts only drove us away with arrows, and did not chase us too deeply. ”

"It doesn't make sense!" Xue Wanjun asked the scouts to go down to treat his wounds, his brows furrowed in one place, and the Turkic arsons plundered, often dividing their troops into multiple routes. The scope of looting is large, and the harvest is naturally large, and it is difficult for thousands of soldiers to get together to grab good things. What's more, ignoring the scouts, this clearly shows that they don't take their thousands of soldiers and horses in their eyes.

Could it be that they have no intention of dividing their troops at all?

Yizhou?

Xue Wanjun suddenly thought that Luo Shixin was in Yizhou, and the states and counties in Yizhou gathered grain to Yizhou, and transported it from Yizhou to the front line in Dingzhou......

Calculating the time, Luo Shixin was already on the way to escort the grain and grass.

Xue Wanjun looked at the letterhead in his hand, thought about the current situation, and felt a sudden feeling in his heart.

"General Luo, this is inviting me to fight the Turkic soldiers together!"

Xue Wanjun hesitated for a while, looked at the letterhead in his hand again, and suddenly found that the meaning of the ugly stroke was as heavy as a thousand catties.

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The letter was indeed sent by Luo Shixin.

Not for anything else, just to be able to kill a few more Turkic soldiers.

The Turks rose at the weakest time in the Central Plains, and in order to hinder the unification of the Central Plains and for their own interests, they caused indelible damage to the Central Plains.

The blood feud between two countries is not something that can be covered by bullshit and righteousness, just like a song that sings "When friends come, there is wine, and when jackals come, there are shotguns".

If the Turks had the courage to plunder deep into China, they had to use every means to completely wipe them out, which was why he chased the Turks so hard in the first place.

Autumn in the north is getting cooler, strong winds are blowing on the land, and the flags are blowing.

Luo Shixin marched leisurely with grain and grass, he had already received the news of the Turkic troops, and there was no need to rush to keep enough body to prepare for war, as for whether Xue Wanjun would come, he didn't care at all. Everything that can be done has been done, and there is no way for Xue Wanjun to come to him, and it is not that he can't beat it, but the cavalry is insufficient, and he can't kill the enemy more.

"General, the Turks are coming!"

There was no need to scout, the thunderous sound of horses' hooves in the distance, the cloud-obscured dust already heralded the arrival of a large wave of cavalry.

Luo Shixin looked at the menacing momentum and couldn't help but whisper: "So fast! ”

The speed of the Turkic rush is indeed fast!

According to the distance calculation, Luo Shiman thought that the Turks would appear in front of them after lunch, and now it was half an hour and an hour early.

Such a speed can only be possessed by a nation on horseback!

Luo Shixin thought about it, and decisively ordered Bu Mo to sword a large array.

The brave and fearless 1,000 Mo swordsmen stood at the forefront, and the 1,200 strong crossbowmen who chased their souls hid their strong crossbows, cowering behind the Mo swordsmen, 300 pikemen protected the left and right wings, and 200 sword and shield soldiers and 300 elite horsemen supported at the rear.

Because of the special funding, Luo Shixin had 500 more Fuyuan crossbows, which were simply allocated to the archers, so that they could use them together, using strong crossbows when they needed to shoot flat, and bows and arrows when they needed to shoot, and they were extravagant in exchange.

The sound of horses' hooves drew nearer, and the ground began to tremble.

"Repeating that scene again?" Luo Shixin couldn't help but think in his heart.

As it turned out, he was wrong. The mighty cavalry appeared on the horizon, without any rest or stop, and the mighty Turkic soldiers actually intended to directly break the Modao Great Array in waves.

"This?"

Luo Shixin was a little dumbfounded, and the script seemed to be different from what he imagined.

The commander of this Turkic tribe seemed to be more conceited than the man who died under his spear.

"Run over, run over! Let the stupid Central Plains fools see what is the descendant of the wolf god and what a real warrior is! Devin Fu wielded his scimitar and shouted as his people charged.

400 steps......

300 steps......

Two hundred and fifty steps......

"Lie down!"

This time, Luo Shixin launched the Mo Dao Formation fifty steps ahead of different situations, and when the Mo Dao soldiers lay down, the rushing Turkic soldiers had already rushed into the distance of two hundred steps.

"Shoot!"

The sound of the bowstring of the crossbow in Fuyuan was dense, as if a music of death was played.

In the face of the crossbow arrows coming from the sky, the Turkic cavalry, who only used leather armor to protect themselves, had no resistance at all, and planted the crossbow arrows in pieces, and then let the men and horses squeezed up behind them trample into pulp.

Hundreds of Turkic cavalry fell, under the fierce and sharp Fuyuan crossbow.

"Withdraw, withdraw!" Devin Fu's face was pale, there was no longer that unstoppable, distressing drop of blood, and the clansmen who were killed by the crossbow were all his bargaining chips for dominating the grassland, how could his tribe withstand such a loss?

The tribe led by Devin Fu is between the big tribe and the small tribe, the big tribe does not dare to underestimate, the small tribe does not dare to bully, and it is quite famous in the grassland. So he didn't dare to consume, for fear that he would lose too much and become a small tribe that everyone could bully, and when he saw that the other party had such a powerful crossbow array, his head was blank, and there was only one word to escape.

Retreat in front of a crossbow array?

Luo Shixin saw through Dewen Fu's intentions and realized that he had encountered a second-hand opponent.

In the battle of Leping, the enemy's command level was excellent, and he was still able to fight decently in the face of the targeted Modao formation, and now this opponent is ......

Just four words......

IQ crushes !!