Odoria, do you think the people of Beifu will come? Riding on a horse, he looked suspiciously to the east, where the endless wilderness was bathed in the faint morning light. On the fourth day after the announcement of the start of the war by Zeng Hua, the commander of the Northern Mansion, the general of the Beifu Prefecture, the British branch was finally ready for war and agreed to officially start the war. But now he was worried that the people of Beifu would not come as promised, after all, he had released their pigeons for four days.

"It will come, my Highness. They will come. Odoria, who rode beside him, remained humble and slightly bent, and replied softly in his peculiarly low, deferential voice.

"Odoria, why do I feel an inexplicable tension..., nervousness, yes, an inexplicable nervousness." Brisky was silent for a long time before squeaking.

Odoria's deep gaze lingered on Bezchi's face for a moment, and then he replied, "Your Highness, you are not nervous, you are afraid. ”

Odoria's words embarrassed Brisk, and a faint shyness appeared on his face, and he looked around, and found that the nearby guards seemed to be relatively far away, and he should not have heard this, which made him secretly relieved.

"How can I be afraid, Odoria? Who will I be intimidated by? That arrogant and unaware of the height of the heavens and the thickness of the Beifu general? Brackets retorted indignantly.

"My Highness, that's not hubris, you know, it's confidence, it's confidence in yourself and your warriors." Odoria unceremoniously continued to strike at the confidence of the British government.

"Confidence—" Bezchi rode his horse and looked far ahead, where the morning mist and doubts were all over. After looking at it for a while, Bei Sizhi turned his head and saw his soldiers all over the mountains, such as Lin Ruxing's banner, and the proud noble generals in the distance, and his heart couldn't help but rise with a fighting spirit.

"I have an army of 300,000, and they are all warriors." Bash said to Odoria, "Look. To the north are our spearmen and Syrian archers, as well as Anatolian slingers and Kurdish javelinmen, who will crush the fighting spirit of the people of the North, leaving their attacks in vain again and again. ”

Brisk's finger pointed to the left and center flanks to the north, which were close to the river, and the soft soil of the river beach was not suitable for large cavalry battles, but it was suitable for infantry to assault in groups. So the Byrsians deployed their main infantry there.

"To the south are the elite of the Tocharian nations, who will form a strong defensive line with their backs to Mount Bosi. The most important thing is the 30,000 Scythian cavalry, who will launch a counterattack when the people of Beifu are exhausted. Their curved bows will pierce through the armor of the Beifu people, and their spears will pierce the chests of the Beifu people. And our 10,000 ironclad cavalry, they will be bad news for the people of Beifu. They will drive the people of Beifu to hell with an unstoppable charge, and even the living will cry bitterly when they hear the name of our ironclad cavalry. ”

Bezch's hand pointed to the right flank to the south. He originally wanted to use the Tocharian coalition as cannon fodder, placing them at the front of the left and center flanks. But he thought about it for two days, and finally he didn't decide to do it. Because he knew that the 100,000 Tocharian coalition troops could only be used as 50,000 Persian troops at most, and let them accept the frenzied onslaught of the Beifu people, and they would be defeated at the beginning of the battle even if they were hit by a huge blow. And the defeated remnants of the Tocharian army are likely to crush the Persian army deployed on the second line. Perhaps even the right-wing Persian army will be affected. Therefore, the Tocharian coalition army belonged to the chicken rib army, and had to be placed on the right flank by the British branch. Set against the backdrop of Mount Bosi. According to the idea of the British Branch. The Tocharian coalition is a re-dish. It should also be able to block the attack of the Beifu people in a condescending situation, and the Beifu people should not be stupid enough to throw the main force into the right flank to compete with the Boxi Mountains.

Odoria watched as Brisks was there impassionedly directing the country. As if victory was at hand. Odoria looked at the young face that was already flushed, and his handsome eyes were full of fanaticism. Odoria sighed secretly, the Bishes resembled the beautiful Essedria, one of Shapur II's concubines, his eyes, his face, and his hair. But it was this resemblance that made Bezchi ridiculed among the princes, and secretly called "" by the other brothers. It was this resemblance that Shapur II's gaze did not linger on this son for long.

However, Bez, who lost his mother at a young age, adored his father fanatically. For the sake of this worship, the Bishs studied desperately and practiced martial arts desperately, but in the end they were sealed far to the east, far from the political center of Persia. Undeterred, Bharass ruled the region in Khorasan, reorganized his armour, unified his religion, and tried to truly incorporate Transoxiana and Tocharian into the Persian territory. Now he even wants to defeat the people of Beifu in the Transoxiana region in the same way that his father defeated the Roman army under Ctesiphon, like his father, Shapur II.

"My Highness, do not overestimate the enemy, nor exalt yourself too highly. The war is uncertain until the last soldier lays down his weapon. "Although our soldiers are numerous, they have many voices, and there are few people in the northern provinces, but they have only one voice. ”

B.S. may not listen to anyone's advice, but the words of Odoria, who brought him up since childhood, will definitely be heard in his heart. He could only nod silently, Odoria's words

Listen, but it's true. The Persian army was numerous, but it could not be rallied to the Persian army that he had brought over, and the Persian army had to mutter. Although he made a lot of gains in the reorganization of the army in Khorasan for several years, it only changed the appearance of the already decadent local army of Persian Khorasan, and when it comes to being reborn into an elite, Bezchi himself will not believe it. There is also the Tocharian coalition, the kings of all countries pat their chests and say that they have sent the most elite soldiers in the country, but looking at that appearance, Biscus can only believe three points, otherwise he would not have put down such a helpless formation.

In the distant morning mist, suddenly there was a distant singing voice in the distance, drifting along with the cool breeze and morning mist. No one could understand what he was singing, not even the most learned of all of them. But all understood the meaning, piety, reverence, and yearning, which was a praise to God, just as the most devout believers did to Ahura Mazda.

Soon, there were several black spots in front of everyone, and they should be a team of reconnaissance horses from Beifu. In the middle of this small procession of five or six men, a standard-bearer carried a small flag, the small one so that the Persians could not see what was embroidered on it. But this small flag was surrounded by several people in the middle, and the leading standard-bearer rode all the way. Singing all the way. The high-pitched voice reached the ears of the Persians far and wide in the silent morning.

The small procession stopped in the distance in the sight of the Persians, and also watched the Persians in high songs. After a while, the singing suddenly stopped, and the whole land fell silent again. But it wasn't long before the silence was broken far away by a few shouts, followed by a sudden sound of horses' hooves, and the group turned back. Soon it disappeared into the morning mist fluttering in the wind under the gaze of the Persians.

The people of Beifu were coming, and the Persians and Tocharians all held their breath and stood silently in their respective ranks. Keep their eyes on the front and wait for their enemies to appear.

I don't know how long it took, but the Persians only knew that the morning mist with water vapor became thinner and thinner in their eyes, and finally only a layer of ground less than ten meters above ground remained. There was no warning. A large flag suddenly appeared in the morning mist. It should be two or three meters wide and hunt in the wind. Like a sharp broadsword, it cut a gap in the morning mist, and then appeared in the eyes of the Persians in the golden sunlight.

The red five-pointed star on the blue and yellow flags above and below made it clear to all the Persians. The people of Beifu are really here. Behind this banner is also a large flag, a yellow flag, on which the black and white yin and yang fish charm makes all believers, Buddhists, and even the Manichaeans hiding in it feel extremely dazzling. Because now everyone knows that this banner is the banner of the Holy Church. And the people saw the true power of religion in this banner. A religious power that they never embodied.

Then the place where the golden Sacred Sect Pole still appeared, and the "anti-S" symbol on these tall wooden poles resembled sharp knives. A sharp knife draped in golden sunlight pierced the hearts of the Persians and the hearts of the Tocharians. All the believers and Buddhists are faintly melancholy in their hearts, can they really stop this fanatical religious force?

With numerous flags appearing in the morning mist, the formation of the Beifu people finally appeared in front of the eyes of the Persians. Countless pieces of white armor converged into a sea of white, and an even greater number of black armor loomed behind it. Brisky looked out, and although he couldn't see the faces of the people in front of him, the neat and rhythmic movement of the ocean gave him a sense of unstoppability.

Soon half an hour passed, the sun slowly rose to a certain height, and the morning mist had long been driven away by the sunlight without a trace, and white clouds appeared in the sky, casting huge shadows on the ground from time to time. As the white clouds fluttered in the sky like flowing water, the shadows on the ground also flew away on the people's bodies. The flickering of light and darkness, like the figure of time, quietly comes and goes in silence.

The Persians and Tocharians silently watched as the Beifu people lined up in a formation more than ten miles long and more than ten miles deep in the east more than two miles in front, facing their own formation that was more than 20 miles long and more than ten miles deep.

Among the countless flags, a "Dading" flag appeared. With the appearance of this flag, the people of Beifu turned all their attention to Zeng Hua under the banner.

Zeng Hua wore a silver-white steel lock neck helmet with a red tassel on the top, and a white feather was inserted on the left brim of the helmet. He put on a stainless steel chain armor inside, a set of fish scale bright light armor on the outside, a set of upper body, the lower three sides covered to the knees, two horizontal knives hung on the left and right sides of the waist, the left knife was slightly longer and the right knife was slightly shorter, and there was another horizontal knife and a strong bow on the left saddle, but there were two quivers on the right.

Zeng Hua also wore a coat on the outside. It is a sleeveless jacket made of white cotton, with a large golden heart embroidered in the center of the front, a golden reverse "S" shape inside, and four small cyan tripods around the large heart. Behind the cloak is a large golden circle, and on the yellow base color inside is a black and white yin-yang fish symbol. Caught in heavy armor

It was very thin, and the corners of the front and back of the clothes shook with the rhythm from time to time, and the armor brought a touch of peace. The generals and leading officers around Zeng Hua also wore the same jackets, although the styles were different, but they were all centered on the anti-"S" and yin-yang fish charms.

Zeng Hua instigated the Hot Wheels, walked to the middle of the team, and went to his post, leading the prepared armies, waiting for Zeng Hua's order. While waiting quietly, the generals and leading the officers looked at the big Ding banner from time to time. Their eyes were filled with urgency. In the previous few days of negotiations, Zeng Hua and his subordinate generals deduced several times, and found that in this narrow valley area, it was impossible to carry out the tactics of outflanking and detouring that the Beifu army was best at, and it was impossible to open the battle line of the Persian army in a big maneuver, and then wait for an opportunity to crush the entire Persian army. At present, this situation can only be a narrow encounter between the brave and the brave, and whoever wants to win can only fight for the true strength of their respective armies. Therefore, the tasks of each general and the army have long been planned, and they are directly in place in one step when they set up the formation just now, and now they are only waiting for the order of the main general Zeng Hua.

Zeng Hua stood in the wave of the flag of the sea of soldiers. Looking at countless pairs of distant or near eyes projected towards him, the owners of those eyes are the Central Plains people, the Long people, and the Qiang people. There are people, there are Xianbei people, there are Huns, and there are Rouran people. There are the Ele, there are the sea people, there are the Black Water people, there are the Turkic people. In the past. They speak different languages, they believe in different ancestors, and they worship different gods and goddesses. Their customs and habits are different. But they all now believe in one main god. Adopt a script and believe in an ancestor. And they are also slowly beginning to accept a common name - Huaxia.

Zeng Hua moved his mount and slowly walked through the team. Zeng Hua saw the faces of different appearances, and saw the pairs of eyes of different shapes, these people all looked at him with great reverence, and seemed to have gained infinite confidence and strength from their bodies.

The sun rose higher and higher, and the wind became tighter and tighter, blowing the flag one after another. Zeng Hua felt that he was about to be melted by these burning gazes, and he knew in his heart that these people were incomparably devout saint cultists, and they were also incomparably brave warriors, because he had made full preparations when he deployed troops and horses for this expedition to the west, and he had also made corresponding choices when dispatching local generals.

Zeng Hua understood that more than 100,000 soldiers needed to cheer them up by themselves, because the big war was coming, the Persian army and the Beifu army had already completed the pre-war deployment, and the Persian army had begun to mobilize before the war. Hundreds of Persian and Tocharian officers and nobles mounted their mounts and shouted in front of their ranks, and the Persian, Tocharian, Sogdian, Scythian, and even Greek languages echoed in front of the Persian army, and the impassioned words poured out to the soldiers of the Persian coalition who stood silently.

Although a large part of the coalition soldiers remained silent in the agitation, there were also some soldiers who were eager to try in these agitations, especially the Scythian cavalry, who were even more noisy, waving their sabers and shouting loudly, as if they were about to grab endless riches.

Compared with the noisy Persian army, the Beifu army, which was as silent as a mountain forest, was too quiet. Therefore, the generals and commanders of the Northern Province desperately hoped that the lord would give them a speech, encourage them, give them incomparable courage, and guide them in the direction of victory.

Zeng Hua knew what his subordinates were thinking, but at this time he didn't know what to say, he used his eyes to stop Zeng Wen, who was about to speak out, and turned his head to continue to look at his warrior. These uncomplaining and uncomplaining follow their own banner, follow the banner of the Holy Religion to this place thousands of miles away, and today they will have the first collision with the powerful empire of the West - the Persian Empire. They will fulfill their vows and ideals - courage, duty and honor with their blood and lives. Here, these brave warriors will give their first clarion call to the vast world of the West, and they will also leave their first steps in history. Zeng Hua seemed to see countless warriors shoot an overwhelming rain of arrows with their divine arm crossbows, drowning the enemies in front of them, and seemed to see countless warriors waving sabers and instigating mounts to rush into the glorious city. The cowardly figure of the enemy struggled in a rain of black arrows, and the timid face of the enemy wandered in the white sabre.

Seeing this, Zeng Hua knew what he should say, he pulled out the horizontal knife on his waist, raised it high, and then roared loudly: "Huaxia will win!" ”

A huge wave of sound was made up of countless roars, which erupted in an instant. Countless Beifu soldiers held up steel knives, spears, and divine arm crossbows in their hands, and then shouted in their loudest voices: "Huaxia will win!" ”

Feeling the overwhelming sound, B.S. muttered, "There's really only one voice." At this time, with the sound of hundreds of thick horns, the Beifu army began to move, and then hundreds of big drums made an earth-shattering sound neatly, and with this rhythmic drum, the entire Beifu army slowly marched towards the Persian army.

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