The night was long, and both sides noticed the abnormality of their opponents. That night, the fires in the barracks of both sides were far brighter than usual, and even the aroma of wine and meat in the camps of both sides would waft through each other.

The red-scaled man is roasting sheep, which is estimated to be the fattest small-tailed sheep, and the people of Shanyin secretly guessed.

The people of Sanyin are drinking, not mare's milk wine, it is definitely grain wine, the wine is fragrant, and the saliva of the red-scaled people is direct.

The soldiers on both sides secretly competed with each other, "When I defeat you, I must eat all your fat sheep and drink all your wine."

For a long night, the people of San'in were singing and the people of the red scales were dancing. In the face of the unpredictable death, everyone regards tonight as the last carnival of life.

When everyone had fallen asleep peacefully, only Zhongli and the Golden Wolf King were still watching each other in the camp, looking forward to meeting on the battlefield.

The next day, as soon as dawn broke, the quiet world was filled with noisy sounds.

The army of San'in Kingdom abandoned the previous tactics of passive defense, took the initiative to open the camp gate, and began to assemble on the battlefield. Countless red phosphorus cavalrymen watched the slow flow of people from the hillside, and watched them form one military formation after another in front of them.

The horn of the Red Phosphorus sounded, and the scattered soldiers quickly searched for their tribe and began to assemble.

The Red Phosphorus people were all cavalry, and the lightly armored soldiers rode on tall red phosphorus horses, suppressing the desire to charge, eagerly waiting for orders.

The San'in people were quickly deployed, and every soldier was well trained. A one-man tall eyebrow-high iron shield was erected, and the brackets behind the shield were nailed deep into the ground, and these brackets would withstand the tremendous impact of the enemy's high-speed cavalry. The shield is connected to each other by iron pins, which can be easily disassembled, and countless iron shields can also be connected into a single unit.

The shield bearers were large men with strong bodies and only a short sword on their bodies. When the shield is erected, they hold it against their shoulders, and when the shield is down, they are the most elite skirmishers.

Behind the shield were rows of spearmen, and the carefully crafted three-meter spears peeked out of the gaps in the shields, glittering with cold light.

Behind the spearmen were countless archers, and a pot of three-edged piercing arrows was a coveted artifact for the steppe people.

"You have horses, I have steel. Now we have to see if your red phosphorus horse is invincible, or if my steel monster is indestructible," Zhong said to himself.

"The southerners are so rich that they can build a moving castle out of endless steel. The iron armor on those ordinary soldiers is already a high-quality product that our clan elders dare not ask for. It's a pity, Zhongli only has 80,000 people, and I have 140,000 heroic cavalry, you don't have a chance..."The Golden Wolf King thought fiercely.

Time passed little by little, and the troops gathered on both sides became more and more dense.

General Zhongli put on a heavy defensive formation, and there were only ten thousand people directly facing the enemy army in front, each of which was protected by countless giant shields and spears. I don't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, the sides of the formation shrank slightly, forming a less obvious arc.

Behind the first platoon is a reserve of five consecutive 1,000-man formations, which can be replaced at any time to meet the enemy.

In these densely packed formations, another 10,000 archers were ready to strike at the enemy in a covering blow.

The entire army Zhongli invested 60,000 elites, and the strange thing is that General Zhongli did not invest any cavalry, and all the cavalry was placed in the camp for defense.

Of course, this also includes the thousands of convoys brought by the major general.

"Young General, can we win this battle? The Golden Wolf King has already gathered more than 100,000 cavalry, even if we defend strictly, we will be beaten passively?" asked his subordinate puzzled.

The reinforcement general, who had just arrived on the battlefield yesterday, stared at the situation on the battlefield and muttered to himself.

"I seem to understand General Zhong's intentions a little, but I don't understand why General Zhong put himself in danger? This is too unwise, too unwise..."

The war will not be explained to anyone, and just when the general was confused, the Red Scales moved.

The area that can be deployed is too small, and when the 20,000 red-scaled cavalry began to attack, the people on the battlefield suddenly felt that the sky was falling apart.

If there are tens of thousands of people, there is no boundary. When the vanguard of the charge was almost in front of the San'in army, the cavalry and horses that followed had not moved a step forward. The entire battlefield is like a carpet of people, rolling forward.

When the Red Scale Cavalry moved, the San'in military formation began to adjust before the battle.

"Shields... Upper shoulder..."

"The first row of spears half-squatted ... Further..."

"The back two rows... Spear... Diagonal shoulder..."

"Bows and arrows... Ready....projectile... put..."

When one order after another was heard, the feathered arrows rose into the air like a dark cloud, and shot at the enemy cavalry across the formation.

Rain-like feathered arrows splashed in front of the battle, countless military horses were nailed to the ground, and the dead corpses of the enemy soldiers covered with white velvet arrow shafts rolled forward by the force of inertia, and then were trampled into pulp by the later military horses.

The Red Scalers are already red-eyed, and once the 20,000 troops attack in one direction, there will be a collective inertia that cannot be stopped at all. When any soldier or horse hesitated, the following horses would crash into their bodies, either pushed forward or knocked to the ground and turned into minced meat.

The dense projectile of feathered arrows did nothing but create a little confusion for the black crowd.

The tremors of the earth became more and more violent, and the soldiers of San'in spontaneously gathered together. The shieldmen stubbornly pressed their shoulders against their shields, hoping that their strong bodies and heavy brackets would withstand the onslaught of the cavalry. Behind the shieldman, the spearman half-crouched on the ground, the spear in his hand sticking out of the formation, and his shoulders and head rested tightly on the shieldman's waist, hoping to help him share a little pressure.

The spearmen further back placed their spears on the shoulders of their comrades in front, the tips of their spears pointed diagonally at the sky, forming a shining jungle.

Only a moment later, without the slightest hesitation, the impact smashed the military formation.

The spear passed through the body of the war horse, bringing out a puff of blood, and countless spears were broken under the blow of great force, leaving only sharp white stubble with blood beads.

The living and the dead, the living and the dead, were pushed by the rolling crowd and slammed into the shields, and the great array of smashes loosened one after another.

The tall and strong shield soldiers were the first to feel the power of the enemy tide. Countless soldiers had their shoulder bones shattered, and a large number of soldiers vomited blood. But none of the soldiers could retreat, and the soldiers behind him held him tightly, leaving the shields as bloody as struck slabs on an anvil.

The half-crouched spearmen couldn't see the situation outside the formation, and only knew that they were blindly piercing the spears in their hands, regardless of whether the spears were broken or not.

More and more cavalry poured up, and countless horse masters tried in vain to jump over the human wall in front of him, but when he jumped into the air, he found that the spear tip behind the human wall was pointing straight at him.

Horse and human corpses were thus propped up in mid-air by the tips of countless spears until they were thrown to the ground by the soldiers.

The archers had no choice but to fire a salvo, and fired their expensive triangular armor-piercing arrows into the enemy line with free throws, in a vain attempt to slow down the flow of people.

But how could the tide of 20,000 cavalry at the same time be easily slowed down.

In war, everyone is small. The little soldier who was wrapped in the cavalry tide couldn't see the surrounding situation at all, and the dense crowd around him blocked all his vision, so he could only blindly move forward and run forward with the crowd. He was greeted with perhaps victory, or perhaps a cold death.

The soldier who was squeezed to death behind the shield had already drooped his head, and the comrades behind him were still supporting him hard, desperately resisting the force coming from the front, shouting chaotically in his mouth, and stabbing blindly in his hands.

In a war, the defending side seems to have the upper hand, but the real war is often the opposite.

The sheer number of casualties did not bring the cavalry to a halt at all, and the long wall of flesh and blood was slowly growing. More and more cavalrymen trampled on the corpses of their comrades and rushed into the military formation, leaping into the air and rushing into the enemy formation.

The jungle of spears behind the shield is becoming more and more thin, and there are already individual cavalrymen who have managed to rush over the human wall into battle, their scimitars in their hands creating chaos and death.

Sanin's fighting skirmishers attacked, and they shuttled back and forth in the formation, hunting down one enemy rider after another. But there are more and more enemy horses, and the melee soldiers are getting harder and harder.

The first line of defense is about to collapse.

Zhongli quietly watched the situation on the battlefield, and his rock-solid aura still affected the soldiers around him. When he saw that the defense line was gradually starting to loosen, he raised his right hand and waved it lightly twice.

The herald quickly turned his horse back to the camp, and a moment later a loud collision was heard from the camp. Shadows slid swiftly over the people's heads, smashing into the tide of cavalry rolling in front of them.

The trebuchet of the San'in Army is finally moving.

Piece after piece of polished rough stone roared and smashed towards the enemy. The dense cavalry tide provided a huge target for the inaccurate trebuchet.

Each boulder can smash a bloody light in the crowd. Experienced veterans could not stop even if they could estimate the trajectory of the boulder in advance, and the tight cavalry formation clamped every individual inside. People can only watch themselves being crushed into bloody mud by boulders.

The stones were thrown more and more intensively, and eventually even fire pots were thrown at them. Shattered pieces of porcelain stabbed nearby enemies like throwing knives, and burning grease flew everywhere.

A man may be able to endure fear, but a horse cannot. When the flames burned the horses, a large number of startled horses scurried around in the crowd.

The chaos finally interrupted the rhythm of the attack, and the pressure on the San'in army suddenly decreased.

The onslaught finally stopped, and the cavalry that followed was blocked by the chaotic battlefield, and had stopped advancing before the horses could accelerate. And the red phosphorus cavalry, who had already rushed to the front of the army, suddenly found themselves alone, and in desperation, they launched suicidal attacks on the enemy formation.

After a while, the battlefield returned to tranquility, and this time, the Golden Wolf King lost 10,000 cavalry.