"Alone in the purpose, today is a battle, kill Fang Lingchen, take his head, take the lead in breaking through the walled gate, and those who step into the camp, the territory of the Han Dynasty, thousands of miles of fertile soil, let them choose." Tuerhong shouted loudly on his horse, his voice loud and clear, heard far away in the barracks.

A moment later, all the steppe warriors heard the news, and they clenched their blades unfreely, their eyes unexpectedly surprised, but more determined and determined.

A pair of knights spontaneously stepped onto their mounts, their faces no longer hesitant and dissatisfied, but one of joy and courage.

The northern camp, the heroic reputation of the red ocean for hundreds of years, has been forgotten by these grassland men at this moment, and there are only four words in their hearts, thousands of miles of fertile land......

The 100,000 warriors of the Xianbei, Di, Qian, and Qiang tribes formed a brave iron army that was not afraid of death, and they continued to rush towards the northern camp.

Because the Red Sea is the only all-cavalry unit in the Han Dynasty, in order to give full play to the greatest specialty of the cavalry, there are no towering city walls around the northern camp, only a fence several zhang high, and there are arrow holes in the gaps.

The garrison of the northern battalion was the most rudimentary of the five major armies of the Han Dynasty, but it was they, facing the most powerful people on the grassland, who had not fallen once for hundreds of years. Even more than 40 years ago, when the arrogant Huns could not attack for a long time, they could only go deep into the hinterland of the Han Dynasty by bypassing the northern camp.

They are like an unfailing steel wall, always guarding the frontier of the Han Dynasty. They were known as mobile fortresses in the Han Empire.

Today, however, the enemy they are facing is a group of beasts that have been hungry for hundreds of years.

The Fang Lingde brothers had already ascended the lookout, and the two armies had not yet come into contact, and they had already felt an unusual and tragic atmosphere.

The best tactic of the steppe people is not to fight fortified battles, but to conduct never-ending sports warfare on the boundless steppe, which is the biggest reason why the Han always tends to be on the defensive.

But today, these steppe men lined up in a thick long line in front of the northern camp, and at a glance, they were full of tall and fierce strong men.

With such a formation, as long as the fighters with a little experience know their next move. They were going to make a charge, the fiercest charge against the northern battalion.

"What's going on? Are they crazy? Fang Lingde muttered.

Fang Lingchen's face was solemn, and he said, "I don't know if they are crazy, but I know that there is not much time left for us." ”

He turned around and shouted, "Archer, trebuchet ready." ”

The well-trained warriors faithfully carried out the commander's orders, and behind the arrows appeared the determined figures of the warriors, and one trebuchet after another was placed in place.

An old man stepped out of the crowd, and in front of more than 100,000 soldiers, he raised the saber in his hand high, and shouted: "For our land, Xianbei warriors, rush with me." ”

He took the lead and ran towards the closed gate.

Behind him were 20,000 Xianbei people with fierce eyes and vicious gods, who followed in the footsteps of their patriarch and rushed forward without hesitation.

On the left of the camp were the Qiang warriors, and on the right were the Qiang troops, and together they launched the fiercest assault on the northern camp in history.

"Shoot arrows, throw stones."

One after another, orders were passed down one after another, and the soldiers of the Red Sea calmly made the same movements, but it was this simplest and most primitive pull and release that gave the steppe people the greatest damage and the strongest blow.

Sharp arrows slashed through the sky in beautiful and elegant arcs, mixed with huge boulders soaked in fire and smashed into the heads of the soldiers of all races.

The wind roared, the horses roared, and every moment someone died tragically on the way forward, and was quickly overwhelmed by the infinite number of successors, leaving no trace.

Everyone was desperately whipping the good horses under their crotches, and they charged forward against the clock, because they knew that only by moving forward could there be a way to live, not only their own way of life, but also the way of life of their people.

As the distance approached, rows of soul-chasing crossbow arrows began to shoot out from the arrow holes above the railing, and their penetrating power and lethality became more violent, and the casualties of the prairie men became more and more severe.

After a while, Fang Lingchen and the others immediately noticed that the situation was different, the combat effectiveness of these troops seemed to have suddenly increased to a notch, and in the face of the strong resistance of the Red Ocean troops, their cavalry fell one after another. However, unlike in the past, this time, no matter how many people they fell, the follow-up men turned a blind eye, and there was no fear or hesitation on their faces, and their eyes were always locked on the gate of the northern camp, charge, charge, charge, and charge, until none of them were left or rushed in.

"Knock ......"

The sound of the crash kept coming from outside the camp, and the endless rain of arrows and huge falling rocks could not stop the footsteps of these men who had put life and death aside for a moment, and they finally came to the railing. However, the tall railing stood mercilessly in front of them, and their progress finally came to a reluctant halt.

Compared to the towering walls, the height of the balustrade can only be described as a small dirt slope. At such a height, there is no need for large siege equipment such as ladders.

The Xianbei people took out the noose around their waists, threw it upward, lassoed the railing, and climbed upward. However, what awaited them above was the ruthless slaughter of the Han army, and with the advantage of the height difference, the Han army had the absolute upper hand.

An old warrior spurred his horse on his horse's back mercilessly, and the horse neighed innocently, rushed forward, and slammed into the railing, but with no effect except for a slight tremor.

The horse lay on the ground, closing its eyes forever.

There was no pity or anger in the old soldier's eyes, and he pushed the horse's corpse to the side of the railing, leaned down, and shouted, "Step on my shoulder, crawl over." ”

The knights behind invariably made the same choice, and the war horses they loved became a stepping stone for them to climb up at this moment, one by one, one by one, the warriors formed a ladder of flesh and blood,

Crazy, above the battlefield, there is a madness everywhere.

When the first Xianbei warrior finally climbed over the railing, the first old warrior lying on the ground was already rolling his eyes and bleeding. He did not die by a swordman, but by his own companions. It's just that his two eyes, which are bulging out of his eye sockets like the white of the fish's belly, are still staring at the railing in front of him, his hands are tightly holding the war horse that has accompanied him for ten years, his teeth are clenched, and the second row of teeth has long been shattered by excessive force, but he has not let out a trace of screaming until he dies.

The warriors of the steppe climbed the sage-long railing on the stairs of their companions' corpses, their faces fierce and terrifying, and their mouths shouted loudly, and they went forward and never flinched.

There was finally a little fear in the eyes of the Han army, and in the face of these already crazy beasts, their firm will finally wavered. Compared with the previous few days, these people are very different, and this kind of combat effectiveness, even if it is the famous Golden Wolf Army, I am afraid that it cannot be compared with it.

On the steppe, the living conditions are unusually difficult, and the increase in the population of a tribe often leads to a new war. For the sake of a rich meadow, two friendly nations can even turn against each other and survive, which is not easy for these simple men.

Their lives are helpless, and the fertile grassland is limited after all. Maudun's southward movement was also forced to be helpless, and the grassland, the emerald green ocean that raised him Chengren, could no longer accommodate more people.

On the steppe, the most fertile grassland was taken for granted by the Huns, and even though the Xianbei and other tribes were dissatisfied, they did not dare to have any objections to this. In their hearts, their greatest wish is to have a fertile land where their people can live well, and for this desire, they can transform from the simplest men of the prairie into the most ferocious beasts from the depths of hell.

"Daddy, let's go too."

Behind the tragic battlefield, a tall young man was urging in a low voice. His large hand gripped the hilt tightly, and the protruding tendons from excessive exertion showed his agitated mood.

"Ah Guta, don't go and join in the fun."

The old man shook his head silently and rejected his son's proposal.

"Why? They have already breached the walled gate, and if we don't go again, there really won't be any credit. Akuda roared under his breath, resentment welling up in his heart for the father he had always revered.

"It's not that easy to get credit for." The old man's voice was still flat, and even his gaze was the same indifferent.

"Daddy, is it really you? Thirty years ago, where did the hero of the Di tribe, Nan Yi, go? Ah Guta's voice was depressed, with a lot of unwillingness.

Calmly glanced at his complaining son, Nan Yiyi's eyes became sharp at that moment: "You are my son, the future Di clan will be handed over to you to lead, you remember to me, nothing can be impulsive, especially the head of the clan." ”

Ah Guda's lips twitched, and after a while, he said hurriedly: "Daddy, I know what you are worried about, the Huns are indeed brutal, but Mao Dunshan has always been true to his word, and now he promised in front of so many people, if he goes back on his word, I am afraid that he will not be able to keep his position, why should you have such scruples." ”

Nan Yiyi turned his head, his gaze swept across the battlefield, looking at the boundless distance, as if through the infinite river of time, he saw through the intricacies of the situation, and touched the future hidden in the void.

"This war will not end so soon, we still have a lot of time and opportunities, a lot of ......"

He repeated the last two words heavily.

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