On the second day of February, the dragon raised its head, and everyone made small households to plough cattle.

In the Guanzhong Plain, the yang energy is rising, the earth is thawing, and spring plowing is about to begin.

Legend has it that this solar term began in the Fuxi period, the head of the Three Emperors, and every year until the second day of February, the emperor had to cultivate his own one-acre and three-point land.

By the time of King Wu of Zhou, this was implemented as an important national policy, allowing all civil and military officials to cultivate their own one-third of an acre.

This is also the origin of the legend of the Dragon Head Festival.

The feudal empire was the most agricultural.

In previous years, even if he was as mediocre as Li Longji, he would walk out of the palace on this day and go to the fields to make a show in person.

But today, he came to the bank of the Yellow River, Fengling Ferry.

"The black clouds overwhelm the city and want to destroy it, and the armor light opens to the sun."

At the head of Tongguan City, Li Mao looked at the other side of the Yellow River from afar, and looked at Li Longji, who was wearing gold armor, and this poem couldn't help blurting out.

After reading a sentence, he felt that the poem was not in the right place, so he did not continue to read it.

This made Zhao Gao, who was waiting to shoot the dragon's fart, stunned.

He was about to ask, but he heard that the enemy had already sounded the horn of attack.

"Woo~Woo~"

A strange sound of low and angry sounded throughout the banks of the Yellow River.

Li Longji stood on a specially built high platform, wearing a golden helmet and armor, looking extremely sassy.

Next to him were Zhang Shouqi, the envoy of Fanyang Jiedu, and Wang Yu, the envoy of Hedong Jiedu.

Pei Kuan was fateful and survived the high fever, but he was also sent to Jiangnan Province as the head of the march.

Niu Xianke handled logistics in Luoyang, and continued to issue edicts to various places, urging King Qin's army to go to besiege the fortified areas.

"Your Majesty, please leave the battle of crossing the river to the last general." Wang Yu bowed down and begged for his life.

He wanted to wash away the shame of the failed sneak attack last time.

"Huh!"

Zhang Shouqi chuckled lightly and arched his hand and said: "I, Fan Yang, have more than 90,000 elite soldiers, and the Jingluo Army, Jingsai Army, Weiwu Army, Qingyi Army, Henghai Army, Gaoyang Army, Tang Xing Army, Hengyang Army, and Beiping Army Ninth Army have trekked more than 3,000 miles every day and night, and I want to quell the chaos for Your Majesty, and the first battle of crossing the river will be handed over to the Hengyang Army!" ”

The meaning of Zhang Shouqi's words is that Fan Yang has more generals and more troops than you Hedong, and you have to pay back your hard work in Hedong, so you have to give Fan Yang the credit for the first battle.

"This place belongs to the defense range of Hedong Jiedu, and the soldiers under the old man's command are very familiar with the terrain, and after crossing the river, Tongguan is waiting for General Zhang to subdue it, and it is better to hand over such a trivial matter of crossing the river to our Hedong."

Wang Yu has only 40,000 troops in his hands, so he is naturally not as confident as Zhang Shouqi in speaking, so he can only talk about the advantage of being familiar with the terrain.

"Don't fight!"

Li Longji interrupted the conversation between the two, clenched his hands into fists, and said sharply to Tongguan in the distance: "The ferry can send more than 10,000 people across the river per round, and 5,000 people will each come out of Fanyang Festival and Hedong Festival." ”

"The first army to cross the river must be a heavily armed Modao Army!"

"Li Mao's rebel son also knows where to save up three thousand Xuanjia iron cavalry, and the first batch of troops to cross the river must be the Modao army to prevent being attacked by Bandu."

The Mo knife was developed from the Western Han Dynasty's horse chopping sword, and absorbed the shape and smelting technology of the Han Dynasty Mo knife and the long knife of the Six Dynasties, and finally formed a two-sided bladed knife with a length of one zhang.

Since the beginning of the Kaiyuan Dynasty, the Mo knife has been used in the army, mainly for infantry against cavalry, and its tactical role is equivalent to today's anti-tank weapons.

It is precisely because the origin of the Mo knife is to deal with the cavalry, so there is no large amount of equipment in the sixteen guards of the South Ya and the four guards of the North Ya, but only used as the honor guard of some high-level generals, so Li Mao's three thousand Xuanjia iron cavalry can gallop on Suzaku Street.

"Hahaha! Now that I have the Mo Sword Army, Li Mao's three thousand Xuanjia Iron Armor is nothing to worry about! ”

Li Longji couldn't help but laugh when he looked at the Mo Dao Army below who was preparing to cross the river.

"It's just a thief, don't worry! I, Fan Yang, 90,000 soldiers, will definitely sweep the Guanzhong for Your Majesty! Zhang Shouqi followed and chimed in.

Wang Yu pursed his lips and said, "I, the soldiers of Hedong, are also willing to go to the soup for Your Majesty!" ”

At this time, he was embarrassed to say the number of people.

Li Longji didn't think much about it, and promised with joy: "When I recapture Chang'an, I will definitely be crowned as the king of the festival with the greatest contribution to quelling the chaos!" ”

Zhang Shouqi was overjoyed when he heard this, and immediately bowed down and replied: "Thank you for your grace!" ”

He thought that the number of troops under his command was the largest among the envoys.

After the chaos was quelled, the person who made the greatest contribution was simply him.

Wang Yu saw his villainous expression, and scolded in his heart: A hillbilly who has never seen the world, it is useless to be crowned a king!

Although he thought so in his heart, he said, "The ministers also thank Your Majesty for your grace on behalf of you." ”

Tongguan City!

From a distance, Li Mao saw a group of soldiers armed with Mo knives boarding the ferry.

In just a quarter of an hour, about 10,000 enemy troops set up positions on the south bank of the Yellow River to cover the landing of large forces in the rear.

There is no way to resist the landing on the beach from the opposite side in a cold-weapon war.

They all waited for the enemy to cross almost half of their numbers before attacking in formation.

Yang Guozhong was conceited that after reading a few military books, he began to point to the bank of the river: "Your Majesty, Weichen thinks that at this time, we should send a large army to block the enemy army from crossing the river, and attack when the enemy army is halfway crossing!" ”

Li Mao shook his head and chuckled: "Yes, you can take the five thousand men and horses under your command, if you can return victoriously, I will make you a general!" ”

If he had extra troops in his hands, Li Mao also wanted to send troops to attack in the middle of the crossing and try to kill and wound the enemy as much as possible.

But now there are only 15,000 troops in Tongguan City, and even if it is exchanged for two with the other side, it will be a loss.

Originally, the four guards of the Northern Ya had already made up the establishment of 20,000 people, but there was still Hantong Pass to guard, so Li Mao could only divide 5,000 troops to guard there.

And also sent Gao Shun, who had already awakened, to guard.

At the same time, he also gave Gao Shun an order, asking him to pick out eight hundred elites to rebuild the trapped camp as soon as possible.

Li Mao can't count on Gao Shun for the time being.

After experiencing the bloody battle of Tongguan, Gao Shun's body has not recovered yet.

Even when he set off to Hantong Pass, he still looked sick.

As for the three thousand Xuanjia iron horses, Li Mao did not take them with him, but gave them to Lu Bu.

Before the set of the next slightly, to hold Tongguan is the main.

Xiao Pass, where Lu Bu led the army, was the key to determining the outcome of this war.

"Your Majesty, Weichen doesn't dare!"

Yang Guozhong suddenly looked stunned.

Where did he dare to lead his soldiers to fight those Modao troops who lined up against the wall?

What's more, he doesn't have five thousand men in his hands.

Even though he planted hundreds of traitors among the people of Tuntian, he still couldn't prevent those who wanted to escape.

In less than a month, more than 1,000 people in his hands fled to the depths of the Qinling Mountains to become savages.