Li Maozhen helped Li Jihui up and said with a smile: "Many people think that this king is old, and he has more thoughts. ”

Li Jihui's legs were weak, and he almost knelt on the ground again.

"Many people probably forget that this king can dominate the northwest, and he will be killed step by step!"

If there is no cold air that makes Li Jihui's whole body tremble, Li Maozhen was a member of the Shence Army back then, but in recent years, the Fengxiang Army has been smooth, and Li Maozhen often shows his generosity, so many people have forgotten this.

"Father is brave." Li Jihui's heart was shocked.

Li Maozhen didn't smile, a faint murderous aura condensed on his face, "Come on, take my armor and weapon!" ”

Immediately outside the tent someone answered.

After a while, the soldiers brought armor and a lance.

Li Maozhen took off his purple robe, and two personal soldiers helped him put on his armor. But it was a bright light armor, slightly old, dark red color, I don't know if it was stained with too much human blood, or its original color.

After putting on the armor, the usual tolerance on Li Maozhen's face was gone, replaced by a cold killing aura.

"When the bloody battle of the Yellow Nest, the Yellow Nest general Shang Rang, the first emperor personally awarded this king with this armor, the three years of Guangqi Li Guofu made a rebellion, the king held this lance and his head, the first emperor sealed the king as the Fengxiang Festival envoy, the first emperor treated the king not thin, for the Tang Dynasty to drain the liver and blood is a matter of duty, if the mandate of heaven is in the Tang Dynasty, the king is willing to be Fenyang Guo Ziyi, but it is a pity that the Tang Dynasty has exhausted the number of gas, the Tang Dynasty lost its deer, the world chased it, how can this king fall behind the people of the world?"

Li Jihui suddenly found out that he was wrong, the mistake was outrageous, Li Maozhen not only did not get old, but after so many years of precipitation, his momentum became more majestic and sharp.

A lion will always be a lion, and a king will always be a king.

It was as if a mountain was weighing him down.

Li Maozhen sneered: "If the emperor is in Chang'an, this king really has no way to take him, but if he dares to compete with this king on the battlefield, he doesn't know how thick the sky is!" ”

Li Jihui wiped the cold sweat on his forehead, knowing that Li Maozhen was intentionally or unintentionally shocking himself.

Li Maozhen grabbed the lance and walked out of the tent.

Li Jihui could only follow out.

Outside the tent, the soldiers stood silently, their spears were like forests, their eyes were like fire, and they looked at Li Maozhen on the wooden steps feverishly.

They have been waiting for a long time.

"The armies obeyed the order, followed the king to defeat the enemy army, capture the emperor alive, and build an immortal achievement!" Under the light of the fire, the night wind blew Li Maozhen's black cloak, and he raised his lance.

"The king is mighty!" The silent camp suddenly erupted with an earth-shattering roar.

In the roar, a glimmer of dawn appeared in the eastern sky.

Li Jihui looked at the east and felt that the emperor was also wrong, and the battlefield was not a conspiracy, but a contest of the brave.

No matter what he has, he has an Achilles' heel.

He was the emperor.

The roar that suddenly erupted in the camp spread to every corner of the battlefield and also reached Li Ye's ears.

However, he did not panic, thinking that this was an opportunity, and whoever showed his hole cards first would have the upper hand.

But the idea lasted less than half an hour.

Li Ye realized that he was wrong.

The enemy array was neatly out of the formation, the front army spear array, the rear army archers, two thousand cavalry on the side, and the three thousand heavy armor of the Chinese army surrounded by a big pole, under the light of the moonlight and dawn, Li Ye could clearly see a big "Qi" word written on it.

This formation looks like it's coming up to play with life.

And with the appearance of this big sword, the morale of the Fengxiang army rose, and his own side was constantly suppressed, and the Shence army and the Praetorian Guard, which were brave for a while, showed a shrinking trend.

To make matters worse, the enemy array was pushing towards him.

The speed is not fast, but the formations of your own troops along the way will collapse at the touch of a button.

Li Ye suddenly realized the seriousness of the problem, this is not a net fishing, but this big fish wants to swallow himself.

"Did the scouts from the south come back?" Li Ye was anxious, if Li Maozhen's army was pushed in front of him, it would be too late, he couldn't even retreat, as long as his middle moved back, the soldiers who were still fighting hard would think that the emperor was afraid of Li Maozhen!

The emperor is afraid, and they still have reason to fight bravely to kill the enemy?

And now it is dawn, the rising sun has just shown the horizon, and countless pairs of eyes are looking at Li Ye.

Li Maozhen chose this time to attack, just so that Li Ye had nowhere to hide!

"Your Majesty, there is no movement in the south."

Li Ye was a little anxious in his heart, it was said that Feng Xingxi would send his mother and two sons to Chang'an, and he would not have any other thoughts.

But if it doesn't appear at this time, Li Ye will inevitably have to think about other aspects.

"Formation, formation!" The Praetorian Guard generals were nervously preparing to meet the enemy, more than a hundred large shields were in front, the spearmen were in position, and the archers stuck their feathered arrows in the ground under their feet.

Not a single person retreated, not a single person panicked.

The young faces were full of determination.

After seeing the performance of the Praetorian Guards, Li Ye felt ashamed that he had forgotten about them.

They are all watching themselves, the whole battlefield is looking at themselves, and even the whole world is watching themselves! Li Ye completely calmed down, this is a battle of luck, doesn't he want to revive Datang?

It's just one Li Maozhen, and there are more and more powerful enemies behind him!

He can not believe in himself, but he must believe in these hot-blooded young people around him, because they are the foundation of reviving Datang.

And even if Feng Xingxi had any other thoughts, there was still Zhou Yunyi.

In history, Liu Zhijun defeated Li Maozhen's 60,000 army with 5,000 troops.

Now that he has 2,000 in his hands, Li Maozhen has almost 10,000 people, and he doesn't dare to hope to break the enemy army, but there is no problem in holding it, right?

Four hundred steps, three hundred steps, two hundred steps, one hundred and fifty steps.

During this period, several Praetorian Guards and Shence troops of about 1,000 people tried to intercept them.

But like a lone wolf facing an elephant, it can't shake its position.

At a distance of one hundred and fifty paces, Feng Xiangjun stabilized his position, and the archers bent their bows and arrows.

With a "buzz", countless feathered arrows flew out of the array.

"Shield!"

A rain of arrows fell, and shields clanged.

Li Ye was protected by two big shields, but he still heard screams, and several people were shot in the eye sockets by feather arrows, and they didn't die for a while, screaming on the ground, and several colonels let people carry them down in order not to affect the morale of the army.

The one who didn't save it gave a happy one.

Li Ye couldn't help but look at them.

After three waves of arrows, the bows and arrows of the enemy camp stopped.

There were feathered arrows stuck in the big shields in front of them.

The spearmen in the middle were like porcupines, with two or three feathered arrows stuck in their bodies, and as Praetorian Guards, they were all accustomed to wearing two layers of armor.

"Archer, put!"

Instead of being rude, their own archers also began to release arrows, but the number was far lower than that of the place, and the effect was few.

Bows and arrows are just hors d'oeuvres.

The Fengxiang cavalry circled to the side, like a roaming wolf pack, looking for the weakness of the prey.

The heavily armored spearmen of the former army raised their spears.

A horse galloped out of the spear bush, rushed to the Praetorian Guard's shield seven or eight steps away, and shouted: "King Qi respectfully asks His Majesty the Tang Emperor to speak!" ”

Li Ye listened clearly in the battle, knowing that Li Maozhen wanted to persuade him to surrender, and he didn't want to go, but he was afraid that he would be mistaken for cowardice by the soldiers, so he moved in his heart and ordered two guards to follow with bows and arrows.

Li Ye hid behind the big shield.

After a short while, Ichisho walked to the front of the formation, surrounded by sword and shield hands.

The general is more than forty years old, with a resolute face, a short beard under the chin, and his eyes are flying, although he is not burly, but his posture is straight, especially wearing armor, holding a long lance in his right hand, and holding the horizontal knife on his waist with his left hand.

This is Li Maozhen, the famous hero in the northwest.