In August of the first year of Ping, Jiang Nan, Hu Lawyers' Association, Dou Lin, and Ulolanto were the four generals. Gui'a divided his troops to meet the attack, and even planned to make a strategy, and lost four battles in a row in half a month, with countless casualties, abandoned Yilieshui, and retreated to Chigu. The four generals led a large army to cross the Yilie River, stationed in Atahai (Lake Issyk-Kul in present-day northeastern Kyrgyzstan), and sent troops to manage the old land of Wusun.

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"Ziming (Tang Fu), Ziyu (Chen Guan), you each lead the two-box infantry army to think that the left wing of the first line, Yiwu (Wang Xianqian), Boyu (Wei Yuan), you each lead the two-box infantry army to think that the first line of the middle wing, Shu Yi (Cao Yan), Dake (Mao Qiling), Zicheng (Qi Gu) You each lead the two-box infantry army to think that the right wing of the first line." Speaking of this, Zeng Hua paused, glanced around and asked, "Do you understand your mission?" ”

Everyone looked at each other for a moment, and then turned their eyes to Cao Yan.

Cao Yan, who was expected to return, first bowed his hand, and then replied loudly: "General Hui, I will understand my mission." The general intends to make a gap in the Shule army on the left flank of the coalition army, and I, Dake, and Zicheng will definitely break through its formation, defeat it, and then turn to the left and attack the Qiuzi army on the middle flank of the enemy formation from the flank, and cooperate with Yiwu and Boyu to crush its army in one fell swoop. ”

"Well, now that you know your respective tasks, you can do your thing. Shu Yi, you should be cautious in the movements of your right flank, don't let the coalition forces notice, only after the whole line is engaged, and the forces of the two armies stick together, you can strike a sudden blow at the Shule army, and then the Qiuzi army will not be able to detect it. Zeng Hua still couldn't help but say a few more words.

"Obey the general's teachings."

"Okay," Zeng Hua turned his head and continued to order. "Xiahou Khotan, you led the cavalry on both sides and kept an eye on the Wusun cavalry on the right flank of the coalition army. If they make any moves, you will beat me to death. ”

"Le Changshan, Wei Xingguo, the two of you each lead the six-compartment infantry army, thinking that the left and right wings of the second line will support and respond to Shu Yi and them."

Although Le Changshan and Wei Xingguo wanted to rush to the front line, they understood Zeng Hua's intention to train newcomers. So both of them answered. Take over the task of pressing the array.

"Zijia (Yu Gui). You still command the stone cannon and the bed crossbow for long-range support. Chang Rui, Ying Yuan, you sort out the exploration army, and stand by at any time. The fox slaves are raised, and the rest of the light cavalry and hunting regiments are under your command, and once the coalition army breaks and flees, you immediately lead your troops in pursuit. The rest of the compartments are all Chinese troops. ”

Zeng Hua finished all the orders. glanced at the generals, and then said loudly: "Everyone, victory is waiting for you to forge ahead, and history is waiting for you to write!" ”

Hearing Zeng Hua's words, everyone's faces suddenly changed color, and no matter how calm they were, they couldn't suppress their excitement, and they arched their hands and said in unison: "We will definitely fight bravely to kill the enemy!" ”

"Go and put your troops in order."

With the sound of horses' hooves, the galloping mounts led the crowd to their respective grounds. Not for a while. The sound of the command sounded in the Beifu military formation, and the white sea that was slowly moving forward was slowly changing.

After two quarters of an hour, the Beifu military formation had already appeared. More than 100,000 people turned into two distinct white lines, each of which was composed of dozens of thousand-person phalanxes, and each phalanx slowly advanced to the sound of its own drums. From afar, nearly 100,000 people move neatly and orderly to the sound of heavy footsteps and rhythmic drums. Endless white armor, infinite spears, fluttering flags, like the silent ocean before the storm, although there are no monstrous waves, but it is an unstoppable momentum like thick dark clouds, gathering from all directions, and may erupt at any time. And the sound of the command was like a petrel flying over the sea, through the dull and solemn atmosphere, echoing in the sky wilderness.

Zeng Hua stared intently at his changing Midland army, although he had seen hundreds of changes in the ground formation during the drill, he would never have the feeling of almost suffocating and boiling on the battlefield.

After looking at it for a while, Zeng Hua turned his head and found that Deng Yao next to him was also looking at it unusually obsessedly. The exploration army was an elite heavy cavalry, and it was usually led by Zhang and Deng Yao, but now it was just a matter of rectifying and preparing to attack at any time, so it was enough to have Zhang alone to greet him.

"Ying Yuan, what are you thinking?" Zeng Hua beckoned to the remaining general beside him.

"General Hui, every time I see our army's formation activated, I always think that the enemy opposite them has long been doomed to defeat." Speaking of this, Deng Yao pointed to the Qiuzi coalition army and said, "Today, they are also destined to be conquered. ”

Hearing Deng Yao's words, Zeng Hua couldn't help but squint his eyes, stared straight into the distance, and after a while muttered, "Will they accept their fate?" ”

Deng Yao couldn't help but be stunned, but Zeng Hua had already turned his head, looked directly at him and continued to ask, "Will you accept your fate?" Will we accept our fate? ”

Without waiting for Deng Yao to answer this strange question, Zeng Hua shook his head, as if he was talking to himself: "If we accept our fate, we won't be standing here!" ”

Deng Yao's expression suddenly became solemn and solemn, he looked at the two oceans that were slowly approaching in the distance, and finally nodded firmly, and replied in a low voice: "General, I understand. ”

At this time, Cao Yan rode over from a distance and bowed his hand to Zeng Hua: "General, the military formation has been arranged, and the soldiers are waiting for your order!" ”

Zeng Hua nodded, kicked the hot wheels, and drove towards the middle of the military formation, Deng Yao followed closely with dozens of Su guards, and the three-color five-star flag and the two-winged flying dragon flag fluttered together behind the galloping Zeng Hua.

In the silence, Zeng Hua slowed down the pace of Hot Wheels, so that he could see his soldiers very clearly, and he could also let the excited soldiers see himself more clearly.

Seeing the young and dusty faces, the redness on their faces, and the blazing heat in their eyes had already made Zeng Hua feel their sincerity and courage. At the slightest command, they will rush in the direction they point without hesitation to the sound of trumpets and war drums, and all enemies who stand in their way will be torn to shreds. For the sake of these, for the sake of their own orders, they will not hesitate to sacrifice their blood and lives.

Maybe for yourself, rushing forward just means victory or defeat, but for these warriors. But it means life and death.

Looking at the familiar and unfamiliar faces, Zeng Huadi's eyes couldn't help but be a little moist, and his vision was a little blurry.

"Warriors, the wails and cries of the enemy are your glory, and warriors, lift up your steel swords and spears and crush those who are vulnerable

. . Dedicated to the glory of China! ”

"Wan Sheng! Wansheng! A sea of cheers erupted from the silence. Countless spears and steel knives were raised high in the sunlight, like waves rolling through waves, heralding the coming storm that swept the heavens and the earth.

Hundreds of trombones were sounded, and the long and majestic trumpets shook the heavens and the earth, and the drums of war suddenly sounded. The sound of war drums from all directions sounds different, but they become one sound like thousands of rivers converging into the sea. If the sound of trombone is the sound of a hurricane with a sharp roar on the surface of the sea, then the sound of war drums is the sound of the surging waves.

Nearly 100,000 Beifu troops were in the sound of war drums. With that rhythm began to move forward. Countless white-armored soldiers lined up, walked past Zeng Hua's side, walked neatly, held the weapons in their hands, sang military songs, and went straight to the enemy on the opposite side. Zeng Hua, who stood still on horseback, stood still like the two big flags behind him, standing still in the surging thousands of troops, like the eye of the storm in a hurricane.

The 100,000 Beifu troops who were advancing knew that there was a pair of eyes watching them behind them. They gained infinite strength and courage from those invisible eyes. Because those eyes represent Beifu. On behalf of the Huaxia Kingdom, the earnest eyes of millions of fathers and relatives finally turned into those two eyes.

Amid the flying stone bullets and arrows, the first white line soon approached the Guizi coalition forces. First of all, there was a myriad of buzzing sounds that broke through the air. Countless black iron arrows pierced the sky and burrowed into the bodies of the coalition soldiers, splashing countless blood sparks, and soon filling the air with a unique fishy smell.

Under the control of the battalion commander, the entire phalanx began to stop and go as soon as it came within range of the crossbow. Under the cover of the heavily armored spearmen, the crossbowmen took advantage of the gap where they stopped to shoot a fierce shot at the front of the coalition forces. After five or six breaths, amid the sound of war drums, they followed the army formation for another twenty or thirty paces, and then stopped for another rainstorm of shooting, which shot the forward line of the coalition forces that had just recovered to the ground. When shooting, the strong crossbowmen standing in the middle of the phalanx spearmen lined up in three rows, winding, releasing arrows, and shooting, and the cycle was endless, and the rain of arrows continued to pour forward.

Finally close enough, the allied archers launched a counterattack. Their rain of arrows also began to pour down on the front of the Beifu army, but only a clanging sound was heard, and the arrows of the coalition army fell to the ground one after another. Only then did the soldiers of the coalition find out that the spearmen at the front of the Beifu army formation were wearing heavy armor. In the dazzling white reflection, the coalition soldiers vaguely saw the heavily armored spearman of Beifu from head to toe, and even his face had an iron mask that only showed his eyes. The arrows fired by the coalition could not penetrate the heavy armor, and there was no way to damage the Beifu sergeant inside.

The distance between the two armies is getting closer and closer, and the iron arrows shot by the strong crossbowmen of the Beifu army are becoming more and more lethal. The soldiers of the coalition forces could already clearly hear the roar of the arrows as they flew in the air, and the sharp conical tips of the arrows ignored the armor and even shields of the soldiers of the coalition forces, and plunged deep into the flesh and blood of the soldiers of the coalition forces.

Blood poured out of the blood groove of the arrow's body, and the pain and fear of death made the wounded wail, but the mournful sound was soon drowned out by the noise of the crowd.

Bai Chun turned his head to look at the sunset in the west, and couldn't help cursing twice. The Beifu army really did everything to fight the war, and he thought that the Beifu army was only trying to demolish the morale of his own army in order to achieve the strategy of exhausting the army. Now it seems that the Beifu Army also made full use of the sun, which was sinking in the west, in the afternoon engagement. The Beifu Army from the northeast, the white armor on his body was like a mirror, and the eyes of the coalition soldiers were almost dazzling.

"Chun'er, what should I do?"

None of the generals of the coalition army had ever seen this kind of fighting, and they had no bottom in their hearts, so they couldn't help but look at Bai Chun, and even the prime minister couldn't help but ask his son.

"The Beifu army is far away with a strong crossbow with a divine arm, and the arrows are like rain, and those in it are all injured; There are heavily armored spears nearby, stabbing waves and unstoppable. As long as he is determined to fight to the death, I can't think of how to stop them. Bai Chun's words made everyone murmur in their hearts, and a few generals began to talk to each other.

Bai Chun glanced coldly at the people who were making small movements, and continued: "But the Beifu Army cherishes the lives of its soldiers very much. Unwilling to fight to the death. As long as we resist desperately, as long as the casualties of the Beifu army exceed a certain number, they will withdraw their troops by themselves. ”

Speaking of this, Bai Chun said fiercely: "If you don't want to die, you can only urge the department to fight bloodily, and the more fierce you fight, the more vitality you have." ”

The generals nodded one after another, since there is a way to deal with the Beifu army, then everyone will fight, anyway, they will supervise the battle in the back. And there is no need to go up and fight yourself.

"Kill!" Sharp spears pierced neatly. Then it was quickly retracted. Only a dozen stabbed corpses were left to fall softly, and the steaming blood flowed out silently, and soon seeped into the loess of the oasis, forming black stains. While the spearmen stabbed in formation, the iron arrows fired by the crossbowmen were still flying in the air, searching for life in the distance.

The thousand-man phalanx of the Beifu Army is like a close-knit harvester, and the battle line formed by dozens of positions one after another is like a wave. Endless rush towards the coalition forces. On the one hand, there was a momentum of attack, and on the other hand, there was a defense of the last battle, stabbing, shooting, fighting, and colliding, and countless lives came to an abrupt end with the agitation of blood in the fierce collision between the two armies, leaving only the smell of blood more and more thick in the wind.

The entire front was soon engaged, and the soldiers and horses of the two armies finally stuck together, shouting and killing, and the sound of swords and guns clashing. And screams. and the yellow dust rising everywhere, slowly drifting into the sky above the two armies. In the misty gray and yellow, the remnant sun in the west appeared incomparably bright red.

The Shule army finally couldn't withstand the stormy attack of Cao Yan and others. Bloody battle lasted an hour. They couldn't see that Bai Chun said that the Beifu army would automatically withdraw its troops. What they saw was the Beifu Army that was becoming more and more courageous, and what they saw was the Baijia Army that was becoming more and more calm.

Cao Yan, Mao Qiling, and Qi Gu took turns to lead their troops to attack, constantly impacting the Shule army formation. Especially Cao Yan, he was naked, holding a Mo knife, leading the five hundred Mo knife hands who were also naked, walking in formation, like a surging mountain, stepping on countless stumps and broken bodies, and slowly moving forward. In the end, Cao Yan and the five hundred Mo swordsmen all became

Except for the rolling eyes, these people have a dead silence all over their bodies, like a god of death from hell.

The Shule army finally couldn't stand this kind of ravaging and torture, and they threw down their weapons and fled backwards. Seeing the situation, Mao Qiling and Qi Gu led the army to attack more urgently, and in a short time they defeated the 30,000 Shule army.

Cao Yan and the five hundred Mo swordsmen were still in front, leading the right wing to turn to the left and began to attack the flank of the Qiuzi army.

The rout of the Shule army just now had already shaken the heart of the Qiuzi army. These Guizi troops are not necessarily stronger and elite than the Shule army, but because they are behind their home and country, they have been holding on with such a breath. However, the Beifu army did not retreat as expected, and they did not stop at all because of the sacrifice of their comrades. In the sound of war drums and trumpets, they not only fought to the death with the Guizi army, but also cheered in front of blood, as if death was a glory for them.

The quality of the Beifu army alone is much higher than that of the Qiuzi coalition army, coupled with the tacit cooperation of the military formation, if it were not for the desperate resistance of the Qiuzi army, it would have been defeated long ago. But the Qiuzi army, which has been struggling, found that the Beifu sergeant on the opposite side regarded death as if he were more at home than himself, and even the wounded had to fight to the death, and they would die with you in a pool of blood.

Under this kind of attack like a mad tiger, the Guizi army felt more and more powerless. When the Shule army fled from the side like a tide, these hard-fought Qiuzi troops also faced a delicate and grim choice.

Bai Chun had no choice but to use the Wusun cavalry, hoping that their assault would become the last straw for the Beifu army to retreat after a death-defying battle. However, Xiahou led 6,000 white-armored cavalry to intercept Bai Chun's last hope, and after a fight, the elite cavalry of the Beifu Xiang Army defeated the Wusun cavalry, allowing the remaining thousands of Wusun people to abandon the Qiuzi people and run north.

"Father, go back to the city of Quci." Bai Chun, who looked tired and dusty, said weakly to Xiang Ze.

"Chun'er......" At this time, the prime minister also understood that the defeat of the Qiuzi coalition was decided.

"Father, after you return to Quci City, you will immediately send an envoy to ask for surrender, in order to stabilize the Western Regions, the general of Beifu will not kill the royal nobles who ask for surrender, at most he will move to the Central Plains in vain, but no matter what, it can be regarded as saving my Qiuzi line." Bai Chun said resolutely.

Xiang Ze was surprised to understand what Bai Chun meant, but he saw that his son had no intention of retreating with him, so he couldn't help but ask, "Chun'er, what do you want?" ”

"If we all surrender, we will be looked down upon by the people of Beifu. Father, I am willing to fight to the death, so that the general of Beifu will not underestimate my Qiuzi and the Bai royal family. Bai Chun's face showed a desperate application.

Xiang Ze's tears welled up all of a sudden, and he grabbed his son's hand and refused to let go.

"Father, you still have a heavy responsibility on your shoulders, for the sake of the people of Qiuzi, for your mother and brothers and sisters, you can go back." Bai Chun's expression became calm, everything was put down, and there was no need to worry about it.

Bai Chun broke free from his father's grasp and took out his right hand, and then said to the generals of Qiuzi: "You escort Your Majesty back to Quci City. ”

Hundreds of turtle soldiers saluted Bai Chun in unison: "We will escort Your Majesty back to the city desperately!" Then he hugged Xiang Ze and ran backwards.

As the mount was running, the teary-eyed Xiang heard his son's voice ring like a bell: "Warriors of Qiuzi, for our homeland, for our relatives!" Come on! ”

A burst of cheers was followed by a sharp sound of horses' hooves, but it was quickly drowned out by the earth-shattering sound of fighting. Xiang Ze couldn't help but glance back, only to see that in a white ocean, a familiar figure loomed in the middle, like a lonely boat in the stormy waves, struggling several times but still sticking there.

"O Buddha, please save your people." Xiang Ze's heart was like a knife twisting, and he couldn't help but secretly think.

The battlefield is finally beginning to calm down. The brutal battle just now also vanished as the coalition retreated like a tide. Most of the Beifu army has stayed, and the pursuit has been handed over to the light cavalry and civilian hunting regiments led by the fox slaves, and the captives are worth more than the head, they will know how to choose, and it is time to give them some credit.

In the twilight, countless corpses lay there, as well as countless scattered weapons and slanted flags, more than 10,000 Beifu sergeants were cleaning the battlefield, they were looking for their own and the other side's wounded, cleaning out their own dead, neatly arranging them for identity verification, and then piling up the corpses of the coalition army for final disposal.

Tens of thousands of coalition captives were escorted eastward by the Beifu Army, their sluggish eyes full of numbness and helplessness, these coalition sergeants walked with stiff steps towards the prisoner of war camp prepared for them in Beifu, they should have accepted their fate.

"General, this is Bai Chun, Prince Qiuzi." Deng Yao pointed to a corpse full of scars and said, this battle was over before the reconnaissance army was dispatched, so Deng Yao could only take the task of cleaning up the battlefield.

"Is it that he fought until the last moment?" Zeng Hua asked gloomily.

"Yes," Deng Yao recounted the scene described by the front-line generals, and the warriors, whether they were on either side or the enemy, were worthy of respect.

"He's only seventeen?" Zeng Hua didn't believe that this warrior who was respected by his opponents was only seventeen years old, and couldn't help but look at it carefully.

Bai Chun's armor was in tatters, like his scarred body. His helmet had been lost somewhere, his hair was scattered on the black ground, his bloodstained face could no longer tell his age, but his open eyes were so peaceful and clear, like a pair of eyes looking up at the starry sky.

"Don't wash your face with tears for my departure,

Don't let your rosey beauty wither,

Don't let your well-spring eyes be confused forever,

Don't cry, Elisa, I'll be back even if I go! ”

At this time, I don't know where came a burst of turtle songs, the faint song was worried and sad, with the cold night wind, faintly floating in the silent wilderness, and at this time, a bright moon had quietly risen into the sky, and the white moonlight was softly sprinkled all over the heavens and the earth, and soon the world was shrouded in a pure white.

"Victory belongs to these brave men!" Zeng Hua suddenly turned his head and said to Deng Yao.

Deng Yao looked at Zeng Hua, who was bathed in the moonlight as if he was covered in a layer of holy light, and was speechless for a while, before finally muttering: "Yes, my general!" ”