The mighty army assembled outside the Qianhe Valley, and the black and dark area gave people a sense of oppression.

Such a battle was no less than the Northern Liang Campaign when the Southern Yan and Northern Qi armies attacked the Northern Liang Campaign.

It's a pity that there are only 20,000 people on Chu Mo's side, while the rebels are as high as 100,000. Although these rebels do not have the qualities that soldiers should have, they have an advantage in numbers after all, and there are not even some capable people among the hundreds of thousands of troops.

If you want to defend Qianhe Valley, it is not a simple matter. But even if Chu Mo and the others knew, they couldn't retreat.

They must buy time for Li Chengwen, as long as they can hold out for two days and three days, once Li Chengwen has wiped out Wanhai, they will lead the army to support, and it is really not certain who will win and who will lose in this battle.

But!

Will they be able to hold out for two or three days?

It's man-made!

On the other side, when Zheng Heping led the army to converge with Zheng Xiwang, he looked at the Qianhe Valley in front of him.

He knew that there was an ambush of imperial soldiers and horses in Qianhe Valley, but he was not afraid at all. He had already received news from the spies that the imperial court soldiers and horses stationed in Qianhe Valley were only more than 20,000 people, and they had an army of 120,000 to go out this time.

He didn't believe that in terms of absolute crushing in numbers, the 20,000 troops of the imperial court could still stop the 120,000 troops behind him.

"Brothers of Luoxia City! See the valley in front of you? Now the murderers of the kings are stationed in the valley, and you say, 'What shall we do now?'"

Zheng Heping, who was wearing a black robe and carrying a big sword on his shoulder, rode on a war horse, and the angry shouts spread throughout the three armies, quite a bit of a general's demeanor.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

As Zheng Heping's voice fell, there was a sudden shout of killing in the army. And these people are basically people from the Fallen City.

"Good! Then let us go into the enemy camp with all our might, take the heads of the enemy generals, and pay tribute to the spirits of the great king and the dead brothers!"

"Brothers, kill with this king!"

Under the leadership of Zheng Heping, the 120,000 rebel army suddenly used it like a tide towards Qianhe Valley, and the earth-shattering shouting and killing sound shattered the sky and continued to reverberate in Qianhe Valley.

"Young master, they attacked!"

On the top of the mountain, Yu Zixuan looked at the attacking rebels, and his face tightened.

"Don't panic, it's not the time yet, wait for them to get closer...... ...... a little closer."

At the same time that Zheng Heping led the counter-army to attack, the 20,000 Beiliang iron cavalry had also prepared defensive means, and nearly 10,000 Beiliang troops took off the bows and crossbows of the north, and drew arrows with bows and arrows.

As the rebels got closer and closer to the entrance of Qianhe Valley, they heard a roar of anger on the top of the mountain.

"Shoot the arrows!"

As soon as the words fell, ten thousand arrows were fired in unison, and a rain of arrows shot out of the Qianhe Valley, and as the rain of arrows fell, it was just a matter of shooting thousands of rebels.

But this rain of arrows did not stop the pace of the anti-army impact, some people fell, and some people rushed up immediately, until all the arrows in the hands of the 10,000-strong Beiliang army had been used up, and the anti-army was close to Qianhe Valley.

"Young master, they're rushing in!"

Chu Mo's brows were furrowed, and his face was ugly.

"It's okay, enter the valley and give them a good drink! There is only one passage in Qianhe Valley, which is no more than ten meters wide, and can only accommodate thousands of people at a time, besides, there are many ambushes we have set up in it, as long as we can trap and kill some of them, I don't believe that others will not be afraid!"

While Chu Mo was speaking, many of the rebels had already rushed into the valley. The Beiliang army that was ambushed on both sides also appeared at this time, first a rain of arrows waiting, and then all kinds of gravel and wood smashed down the valley avenue, and for a while, the rebels who entered the valley suffered heavy casualties.

The people inside wanted to evacuate, but the people behind wanted to go in, so that many rebels who wanted to retreat died in vain under these rocks, trees and arrows.

Those who wanted to rush into the valley finally found out that something was wrong, many people hurriedly shouted, and at the same time, some people hurriedly told Zheng Heping about the ambush in the valley, but Zheng Heping, who learned about this, didn't care about the life or death of these people in front of him, and still gave the order to attack.

Perhaps because of Guangliang's death, these rebels from Luoxia City were not afraid of life and death, and rushed into the valley without hesitation, and it was precisely because of their bravery that the Beiliang army ambushed on both sides of the road used up all the arrows and rocks, and they could not stop their pace.

"Brothers, they're running out of donkey skills! Don't be afraid, let me kill!"

Seeing this situation, a henchman of Guangliang turned overjoyed, and immediately couldn't help shouting, and then leaned on the stones piled up on the road, and quickly killed the Beiliang army on the right side of the road.

Seeing this, the rebels let out a whining sound in their mouths and began to charge and kill the Beiliang army on both sides of the road.

"Brothers, the time has come to raise the might of my Beiliang Army, kill me!"

Not to be outdone, as a commander of the Northern Liang Army shouted angrily, in the next second, the 10,000 Northern Liang Army discarded the useless bow and crossbow in their hands, picked up the spear and knife beside them, and fought hand-to-hand with these rebels who had rushed up.

Although the 20,000 Beiliang troops brought by Chu Mo this time are only a new generation of soldiers, their combat effectiveness is not comparable to that of the rabble of the anti-army.

With the tacit cooperation, even if the rebels had an advantage in numbers, they were still crushed by the Beiliang army for a while, and they had no power to fight back, with countless casualties.

But no matter how brave the Beiliang army is, it still can't withstand the constant attack of the enemy. After a great battle, the side of the Northern Liang Army finally suffered casualties.

As night fell, a pungent smell of blood filled the valley. The scene of corpses piling up like mountains and rivers of blood is like purgatory on earth.

This battle lasted for a whole day, and in the end, Zheng Heping couldn't stand the heavy sacrifices of his soldiers and issued an order to retreat, and the battle came to an end temporarily.

In Qianhe Valley, the exhausted soldiers of the Beiliang Army sat on the ground in groups of three or five to rest, and even Chu Mo and the others sat on the ground with exhaustion after a day of fighting, gulping for breath.

In this battle, although they temporarily repelled the rebels, they also paid a lot of price for this.

While killing nearly 10,000 rebels, the Beiliang Army also killed nearly 3,000 people, but this does not mean the end, looking at the tired appearance of the Beiliang Army at this moment, if the rebels regroup and take advantage of the night to sneak attack, the consequences will be unimaginable.

But what can they do now?

The only thing they could do was hold their ground.

Even if you die in battle, you can't take half a step back......

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