Luo Gu's hand holding the scepter tightened, and he suddenly turned his head to look at the source of the voice, and did not answer, but with a murderous intent, who is asking this question?

The military order is like a mountain, the order is under the banner, and it is determined before the war, whoever dares to violate the law, this person should be killed!

Xianbei is like a wave churning, like a tide surging, but seeing that in the Western Regions army, the camp is in the former, the war horses can't stop pacing, the knights can't help pacing, and the soldiers are in the rounds of shooting with the Xianbei people, and the position is a little unstable, Xianbei is really a good violinist, the tightly held string can't help but be plucked, and it is already fragile!

Laugh at!

With the sound of a drum, a sharp arrow, the country of Qiuzi was unordered, suddenly attacked, the flag flying high like a sharp sword stabbed out, as one of the great powers in the Western Regions, its sound is like a dragon, its momentum is like water, the silver bottle is broken, and it is leaked down.

The first armored cavalry was extremely brave, and in an instant, many Xianbei archers who had not had time to retreat were knocked over on their backs.

When the general of the country of Qiuzi saw this overwhelming scene, he immediately laughed proudly and said: "The Hu people are nothing more than that! ”

In the Western Regions army, Luo Gu held the reins of the war horse with one hand and tried to move forward, and said in horror: "Who let him attack!" ”

As soon as the army of the Qiuzi Kingdom moved, it tore a gap from the Xianbei archers, and the foot soldiers of the surrounding countries immediately followed to expand the damage, and the Xianbei archers turned into two torrents and retreated, without the slightest panic at all.

After the Xianbei archers withdrew, the Qiuci national armor cavalry collided head-on with the captives who were used as cannon fodder by Xianbei, and the general Qiuci did not hesitate to rush these people away.

The army of the Xianbei people slowly and neatly retreated step by step, and the cavalry of the Qiuci country continued to move forward, but they did not know that the Xianbei armored cavalry on both sides had already begun to gallop and accelerate to surround it, wanting to cut off the back road of the Qiuci country.

The infantry of the Western Regions behind is still approaching the Qiuci Kingdom, preparing to cooperate with the attack of the Qiuci Kingdom.

Zhao Yingluoce immediately stepped forward to Luo Gu's side and said urgently: "High priest, the Guizi Kingdom charged without authorization, and was out of touch with the rear infantry, and one-third of our army was involved, once it collapsed, the consequences were unimaginable, and the rear infantrymen must be brought back." ”

Of course, Luo Gu knew that it was dangerous, the Xianbei people were luring the enemy to go deeper, but not only to completely annihilate the cavalry of the Qiuzi country, those foot soldiers who followed closely behind were also the goals of the Xianbei people, whether it was to completely annihilate or guide the foot soldiers to counterattack the front, it was not acceptable.

Xianbei people are really cautious to the extreme, bullying the weak and playing this tactic that only the weak side plays, and now the real royal court army of Xianbei has not moved, and it has already put the Western Regions army in danger, but it really does not give the Western Regions army a chance to catch the flaws at all.

Even if Xiang Wang Han Xin is resurrected, in the vast and reckless grassland, there is nothing to do in the face of this tactic, but to fight hard.

Luo Gu turned his head to look at his son and said in a deep voice: "Jialan, you charge with the temple army, cut off the Xianbei armored cavalry that surrounds the foot soldiers, don't let the Guizi Kingdom die together, remember, don't fall in love with the battle, get out as soon as possible, and reorganize the army."

Princess Yingluo, please also lead the rest of the foot soldiers to line up with shields to prevent the rout of the army from rushing into battle. ”

The temple army under the leadership of the Luo clan will be three points stronger, Luo Jialan mentioned the horse lance in his hand, Zhao Yingluo held the sword, and the two said loudly: "Obey, high priest!" ”

As soon as the temple army moved, it was like thunder, and the black torrent shuttled across the battlefield.

The Xianbei people did not dare to hedge against the armored cavalry, the temple army dared, the Xianbei people did not dare to attack the infantry phalanx, and the temple army dared.

Proficient in weapons, proficient in equestrianism, and fearless of death, what can't the Temple Army do?

The Qiuci cavalry, who were charging at the forefront, had already found themselves encircled, and then they heard the retreat of the Qiuci dialect from all directions, and these Qiuzi cavalry naturally thought that the general had told them to retreat, so they turned their horses' heads one after another.

The soldiers in the Xianbei army who were originally surrounding the Qiuci cavalry gave way to open the way, and then the Qiuci cavalry collided head-on with the Western Regions foot soldiers, and the screams were endless.

Xianbei Shan Yu Yanhui laughed loudly when he saw this, this combination of the tactics of luring the enemy into depth, confusing the enemy, and fighting the speed and time difference between cavalry and foot soldiers is really unpleasant.

"Shan Yu, the Temple Army is coming!"

As the legendary legion that Yan Hui paid the most attention to, he naturally noticed it a long time ago, and said solemnly: "The heavy cavalry and heavy infantry are connected by iron chains, and the armored cavalry and the archers cooperate on the flanks. ”

The heavy cavalry and heavy infantry in Yan Hui's mouth are similar to armored cavalry, and in Yan Hui's view, this is a group of troops that are of little use and extremely expensive in war.

But at this moment, it is just right to deal with the temple army that attacks the peerless, aren't you invincible in the formation?

I directly blocked the city wall in front of me, can my flesh and blood still hit the wall?

Luo Jialan rode his horse and waved his horse lance, and the sound of the wind whistling in his ears was in his ears, there is no army without flaws in this world, and there is no army in this world where the temple army cannot find flaws.

Attacking from the right, and then skilfully avoiding those obstacles, the Temple Army is killing and dying!

The specks of flying blood fell to the ground, dark red, vivid, and enchanting, like the legendary Manshu Sawa that filled the Yellow Springs of Hell.

……

Dozens of knights carrying letters from Wushuang City galloped across the grassland without stopping, their brows full of exhaustion and determination.

Even though they grew up on horseback, they couldn't help but travel all day long, and their spiritual will supported them.

How far is Musou from Winterfell?

People in this world always use the word "thousands of miles" to describe the distance.

The distance from Chang'an to Luoyang is less than a thousand miles, and for the vast majority of people, they cannot cross this distance in their lifetime.

How far is Musou from Winterfell?

Ten thousand miles!

10,000 miles without the slightest moisture!

When the cavalry abandoned all their baggage and provisions, fed on the spot, and traveled 200 miles a day, it would have taken fifty days!

In this world, except for the temple army and the daring soldiers, there is no army that can march 200 miles a day for 50 consecutive days, and a day of more than 100 miles is already the top army among the top.

"Poof!"

One person staggered down the horse, and dozens of other people all reined in the horse and surrounded him, his face was full of pathos, it was a young man with a somewhat black face, but at the moment he was a little white, with black hair and black eyes, with an obvious exotic style, but his mouth was authentic and elegant, he said with a calm smile: "It seems that my fate is here, there is still dried meat and water in the package, the brothers take it and divide it, and the horse will take it away, don't look at me like this anymore, so many brothers died in front of me, I should have gotten used to it, will I still be sad because of this?"

Those who are dying will not waste time.

What do you want to say?

Don't regret it, die for it, die as you deserve. ”

After that, he took out a sharp blade from his arms, looked at the blue Qingying, and whispered: "The gods of King Su are in the sky, and they will be glorious and famous for thousands of years!" ”

Blood splattered, blades fell to the ground, whimpering cries rang around him, three times five divided by two dug up a tomb that had just been able to bury a man, prayed a heroic song, and everyone wiped away their tears and got on their horses and left.

Starting from Wushuang City, across the reckless grassland, across the vast desert Gobi, the vast uninhabited wasteland, the wolves that took the horses at night, the horse bandits that infested the grassland, the occasional small tribe of the grassland, those primitive savages, more and more brothers left on the road, one by one, the tombs, standing on the road of thousands of miles, as if it were a coordinate to form a winding avenue.

……

Wushuang City is already a bleak scene, the city gate is wide open, Luo Jialan led the temple army and cavalry to rush in with blood, just now the temple army has killed a lot of Xianbei army with less victory, his left arm slowly oozing blood, the city gate slammed shut, Zhao Yingluo came forward, she just settled the army that withdrew to the city, let the doctor heal the wounded soldiers.

Luo Jialan took off her helmet, her face was full of exhaustion, Zhao Yingluo wanted to speak and stopped, and finally asked, "Childe, how are the casualties of the Temple Army?" ”

Wushuang City has been able to hold out until now, and the temple army has made great achievements, but the continuous bloodshed has made the temple army less and less, Luo Jialan said in a gloomy voice: "There are only a thousand people left." ”

Two-thirds of the dead!

Not casualties, but deaths!

The Temple Army can naturally be rebuilt, as long as there are luck points and the soldiers have not died, the Temple Army can be rebuilt, and even as long as they are willing to spend a lot of luck points and the banner handed over to the temple, even if they are dead, they can rebuild the Temple Army.

However, although the training speed of the Temple Army is fast, it is not possible to train by pulling people over, and when replenishing the soldiers, there are special requirements and restrictions for the soldiers, and it is by no means the same as the appearance of a perpetual motion machine.

For example, the God of the Four Seasons, any of Luo's Xuan-level artifacts, although their power is greater than that of the earth-level, there are huge flaws and limitations, which are the characteristics of Xuan-level artifacts.

Strong!

But it also comes at a great cost!

If the temple controls the Western Regions, it will naturally be able to select people from the entire Western Regions, but in this situation, there will naturally be fewer qualified candidates, and even the temple army may die, which is probably the reason why the main branch directly gave the banners related to the foundation of the temple army.

The two of them stopped talking, and walked into the temple together, Luo Gu was still on the map, constantly arranging troops, but it was difficult for the Qiao woman to arrange the military power in his hand without rice, but after all, he still lacked troops.

Hearing the voice of Luo Jialan walking in, Luo Gu sighed slightly: "Since ancient times, no matter who wrote the book of war, Taigong, Sun Tzu, Wu Qi, and Han Wumu, what they said was the four words of bullying the weak with the strong, and any battle of winning more with less is actually defeating the weak with the strong, even if King Xiang uses soldiers, it is the same, but he is too strong to cover up this."

The land of the Western Regions is vast and immense, and even thousands of miles can be seen as peaceful.

The strength of the Xianbei army, although it is said that all the departments, is really integrated, and it is better than our coalition army; The Xianbei people, only 100,000, the elite exhausted, even better than any country in the Central Plains today, our army is small, and now the lords of the countries have the fear and surrender of the Xianbei, more and more weak; Xianbei tactics, the big detour is simple but shows military discipline, and it is not difficult to break it, but only the temple army can do it; Xianbei has fierce generals like clouds, and at the end of the day, it turned out to be like this.

Can hold on to this place for so long, it is close to the limit, and the city may be broken at any time, if the city is broken, Jialan, where should you go? ”

Luo Jialan wiped the blood from his cheeks, and said in a deep voice: "My son is willing to lead the temple army and all the soldiers who are still willing to fight for the temple now, and finally rush to kill once, attack and kill Xianbei Shan in the king's tent, he is like a turtle, hidden in that shell, never exposed flaws, if I have a chance, if I have a chance, I will never miss it."

Success, there is still a chance, failure is nothing more than death! ”

When Luo Gu heard this, he glared at Luo Jialan and said, "It's stupid to die worthlessly, the main family gave the temple flag, is it to let us seek death?"

Even if the city is broken, does it mean that you can't resist?

Is the legacy of the temple going to be broken in our generation?

It's easy to die, but it's hard to live, and it's even harder to live with the burden of rejuvenation.

If the city is broken, you will quickly flee with the banner of the Temple Army.

If one day in the future, you can come back with the temple army and re-establish the temple in the Wushuang City, then you are the real hero, the descendant of the Luo family, and live up to the stigma in your eyebrows. ”

Luo Jialan walked out of the temple, the warm sunlight shining on him, but it made him feel a chill to the bone, his father had never been a man of gloomy words, but he had just confessed to him in the temple as if it were an afterthought.

Is the situation in the Peerless City so bad now?

Oh, yes.

If it weren't so bad, how could those lords of the country take the risk of betraying their beliefs to make money with Xianbei and trade with Xianbei Huren?

……

In the extreme north of Liaodong, when the ragged seven people limped side by side on the top of the hills, looking at the city that was already a little magnificent, even if they were iron-blooded tough guys, after endless hardships and life and death, everyone couldn't help but hug each other and cry loudly, crying with joy is not enough to describe them at this moment, that is hope.

The hunting party of Winterfell found them, and thought they were Hu people, but seeing that the clothes did not look like them, dozens of people gathered around and were about to ask, when they saw the seven people who were dirty and dressed like beggars, took out a clean phoenix flag from their arms, and then held it high.

Phoenix Banner!

The phoenix banner fluttered on the top of the hill in the wind, like bright blood burning in the fire, and the seven people hoarsely shouted: "The envoy of the Peerless City of the Western Regions, on the order of the high priest of the temple, ask to see Zhaogong!" ”

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The more urgent the Xianbei attack, every battle in the temple, Xianbei is several times the elite of the various departments, and even the royal court guards are also from it, all wearing armor, and even horse armor, holding swords and shields, bows and riding sideways, the temples are broken, Xianbei strict law, collapse but not disperse, the temple dies one person, Xianbei two or three die, Sheng of four or five, but the temple is fewer, and Xianbei is like water and tide, endless like wisps. ——"Northern History: The Biography of Xianbei"

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The scholars were dressed in rags, described as withered, very hungry and poor, and there were seventy-seven people when they came out of Wushuang, and they died along the way, and in March, only seven people remained, and they called Zhao Gong to tears with the phoenix banner. - "Rock's Tale"

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