Inside the Shioyama Mountains at sunset.

Lou Daoyong and his party walked silently in the valley path.

The remnant sun reflected in the valley, silently elongating the figures.

I don't know how long I went deep into the mountain range, and the sound of fighting in Yang Xian'an's ears gradually became clear.

'It's coming, it's coming. , Feeling the clearer sound of fighting in his ears and the slightly trembling earth under his feet, Yang Xian'an dragged his legs like grout and followed Lou Daoyong's footsteps with difficulty, constantly cheering himself up in his heart.

When everyone turned over the low mountain peak in front of them and passed through a dense bamboo forest halfway up the hillside, they finally arrived at the destination of the trip.

The sunset in the sky was in full bloom, but Yang Xian'an was not in the slightest mood to appreciate the reward from heaven.

Yang Xian'an bent over, his hands on his knees, and looked at the foot of the mountain with a big gasp.

His eyes were full of shock.

Not far away, at the foot of the mountain, several peaks of varying heights hug an unusually spacious flat land.

At this time, on the flat ground, the sound of war drums, the rumbling of horses' hooves, and the sound of fighting shook the sky.

When Yang Xian'an looked over, a round of charge was just coming to an end.

On the east and west sides of the flat land, hundreds of riders were in full swing adjusting their queues.

In the open space between the two, countless horses and soldiers were wailing in pain.

Without waiting for the soldiers on the east and west sides to adjust their queues, nearly a thousand horsemen rushed out from the side of the flat ground.

Although the nearly 1,000 horsemen were wounded, they still rushed to the center of the flat ground as fast as they could.

By the time the soldiers on the east and west sides adjusted their ranks, the soldiers and horses that were lying on the ground and wailing in pain had already been cleared out of the battlefield.

"Dongdong, Dongdong!"

The flat ground on the east and west sides restarted the sound of war drums.

As the drums of war grew faster, the horsemen on the east and west sides moved again.

The war horse went from slow to fast, bringing up billowing smoke and dust.

After more than ten breaths, the smoke and dust on both sides are obscuring the sky and the sun.

The rumbling sound of horses' hooves reached its peak from this moment.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Two murderous voices in unison came from the east and west sides at the same time.

The smoke and dust in the sky blocked Yang Xian'an's vision, but it couldn't cover Yang Xian'an's ears.

At the foot of the mountain, the neighing of war horses, the sound of horses' hooves, the sound of soldiers fighting, and the screams of pain.

made Yang Xian'an more excited the more he listened, and in the end, the whole person was so excited that he trembled.

After a while, the smoke and dust gradually dissipated, and the cavalry on the east and west sides of the original shifted their positions, and began to adjust their ranks again, ready to launch the next round of charges at any time.

The wounded soldiers on the north and south sides once again quickly cleared the battlefield, transferring the wounded and horses.

Yang Xian'an looked up at Lou Daoyong beside him, and asked in a trembling voice, "This is Uncle Yong's 3,000 camp?" ”

Lou Daoyong looked at the soldiers below who were about to charge again, and replied with a smile: "Since the camp was rebuilt, only one person has been respected. ”

"That person is not me, but His Royal Highness."

"To be precise, this is the trapping camp of His Royal Highness, and I am just taking charge of the trapping camp for His Royal Highness."

For some reason, whenever Lou Daoyong mentioned the three words of His Royal Highness, the corners of his mouth would always quietly rise by one or two points.

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The first battle of Mobei, which originally belonged to the trapped camp of the Zhao family, has been completely left in the endless prairie of Mobei with Zhao Yong's last battle.

As Zhao Yong was rescued, he changed his name to Lou Daoyong and got a 'new life, later.

The reconstituted trap camp completely belonged to Xu Yi.

Regardless of whether Xu Yi can come out of Zongzheng Temple or not, this cavalry of 3,000 people will always belong to him.

This is the only belief that Lou Dao Yonggou has survived, and it is also something he agreed with Xu Zhen at the beginning of his military training.

The new Zhao Yong, the new trapped camp, the new 'Zhao family,.

Yang Xian'an looked at Lou Daoyong, who was full of smiles, and was silent for a long time.

Finally, get up and bow solemnly!

Just as the two were talking.

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Chapter 187: The will to fall into battle is dead and lifeless

The cavalry on the flat ground below had once again finished their charge.

By this time, there were less than a hundred horsemen still able to stand on horseback.

Even so, the remaining cavalry on the east and west sides did not give up the battle.

The drums of war sounded again, and a new round of charges began.

This time, the smoke and dust are smaller, the sound of horses' hooves is quieter, and the sound of fighting is quieter. Even the speed of the war horses slowed down.

It's as if everything has gotten smaller.

But if you look closely, it is not difficult to find that the momentum of the soldiers on the east and west sides has not diminished in the slightest.

On the contrary, there is an increasingly fierce posture.

In this era, when the two belligerents are evenly matched, if one of the soldiers suffers two or three percent casualties before a rout occurs, this kind of army is already a qualified army.

If the casualties reach four or five percent, and then they are defeated, this kind of army is already worthy of the title of elite.

Of course, all of this is premised on the well-trained nature of both warring parties.

If the rabble can survive until 10% of casualties and still not be defeated, it can barely be called a soldier.

And right now, the soldiers of the trapped camps on the east and west sides are obviously rushing to fight until they are one soldier at a time.

Seeing this, Yang Xian'an couldn't help but think of a sentence that his father had commented on the camp when he was a child - the ambition to be trapped, there is death and no life!

It is not until today that Yang Xian'an fully understands the meaning of this sentence.

"The will to fall into battle, there is death and no life! This is the real trap! Yang Xian'an looked at the charge of only more than a hundred people below, and couldn't help muttering in a low voice.

Another charge, as the warring sides staggered by.

There were no horsemen left on the flat ground to the west.

On the flat ground to the east, only a dozen horsemen were still sitting on horseback.

More than a dozen people stood up from the horse's back, raised the wooden weapons in their hands, and loudly vented their hard-won victory.

"It's over, it's time for us to go down." Lou Daoyong looked at the half-cheering and half-annoyed soldiers below and smiled. Error-free updates @

Then he slowly walked down the mountain.

When the group reached the foot of the mountain, the soldiers on the flat ground had already withdrawn to the camp on the side.

At this time, the camp was full of burning smoke.

The wind blew gently, and the smoke from the top instantly dispersed in all directions.

At the same time, the air is filled with the smell of herbs and rice.

The two flavors are mixed together, giving people an indescribable and inexplicable feeling.

Yang Xian'an followed Lou Daoyong all the way, and all the soldiers along the way saluted Mr. Kou, not the general.

This undoubtedly further confirms what Lou Daoyong said earlier.

Yang Xian'an observed around as he walked, and he could only see a general figure from a distance.

Now that I look closer, the soldiers in the camp are all big-shouldered, round-waisted, and burly, giving people an unusually majestic feeling.

I don't know if I was born like this, or if I was acquired.

If it is acquired, the amount of money required is undoubtedly astronomical.

The first emperor of the ages who came out of Zongzheng Temple.

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Chapter 187: The will to fall into battle is dead and lifeless