Wang Meng went on a killing spree in Liangzhou, and naturally forced many tribes to defect to the bald hair and think about revenge.

Of course, these people themselves are not innocent, taking advantage of the chaos in Liangzhou, looting places, and there are no fewer lives on their hands.

In this world, in Liangzhou, there are no innocent tribes.

The so-called surrender is just a lack of strength, and once it rises, they all want to bite a piece of meat in Liangzhou.

"The thieves don't spare their lives, they should give them a ride, send them an order, sweep away the thieves, the Xuanjia army doesn't have to participate in the war, guard the north road, don't let the piece of armor escape back to Mobei!" Wang Meng said loudly.

"Command!"

Morale is high all around.

The army marched to the north in less than three days, and the thief army was divided into two roads, and the east and west came from the east and west, like a bloody mouth, wanting to swallow the Liang army in one bite.

Three days ago, it was 50,000 foot cavalry, and after three days, the thief army became 80,000.

The old and the young, and even the strong women, all went into battle together.

Almost the entire Xianbei, Xiongnu, and Qianghu tribes in Hexi gathered under the banner of Bald Sifu.

Many thieves also put on iron armor and rode war horses to roar and jubilate under the scorching sun, and the black smoke was billowing and the sound was monstrous.

The Liang army only has more than 40,000 people, and it seems that the thief army has a great chance of winning.

Bald thought and revenge pressed all the old books, either a big victory or a big defeat.

The current situation in Liangzhou can no longer tolerate him to drag it out, Wang Meng has cleaned up all the way, and the Yidi tribe has suffered a great loss, even if the tribes that surrendered to Daliang have been moved.

Guzang's sand gate was also cleared, and support was cut off.

Now the decisive battle, it seems that at least half of the chance of victory, if it drags on for another month, the food and grass will be cut off, and the people will be scattered.

"Liangzhou is the land of our Xianbei people, this battle should defeat the Liang thief, kill Wang Meng, and capture the prince of Liang alive!" Bald Sifu sat on a tall white horse, raising his arms in Xianbei language, full of ambition.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Not only was the crowd stronger, but the boldness was also greater, and the Yidi burst out with the loudest shouts.

The mountains are full of ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Then, like a flood that bursts the embankment, the thief cavalry poured down and surged towards the Liang army.

The earth trembled.

Countless Hu people undulated and roared on their horses, wild as wolves.

But the Liang army on the opposite side was extremely calm, calmly setting up a position on the flat ground, and the spears stood up, flashing cold under the scorching sun.

After a trumpet, a dense rain of arrows rose from the array, flew into the sky, and then scattered on the grass.

More than 100 horses were immediately shot over, and dozens of horses were tripped over the fallen horses.

However, in the face of the tide of thieves, the bow and crossbow could not completely defeat them.

Under the tooth, Ling Ling shook his command from side to side three times, and the cavalry who had been waiting on both flanks for a long time slowly moved their horses' hooves.

Under the scorching sun, the battlefield seemed to turn into a huge whirlwind.

Countless thieves circled around the infantry formation, constantly throwing arrows into the Liang army's infantry formation.

And the cavalry of the Liang army also circled in this huge whirlpool, constantly reaping the lives of the thief army.

Since Huo Qubing captured Liangzhou, this land has never been calm for a long time, and every inch of land has been soaked in human blood and buried bones.

External development has always been difficult.

The Huns went, the Qiang people returned, the Qiang people went, the Hu people in the Western Regions moved eastward, the Hu people were divided, and the Xianbei people came again.

In the ensuing era, there were also Turkic, Tibetan, Dangxiang, Mongol and other tribes that occupied this hot land.

But any dynasty that wants to work hard, whether it is out of the need for defense, or wants to collude with the Western Regions and suppress the grassland, must take this hot land.

A huge whirlwind kept howling.

It was mixed with all kinds of shouts and screams, which resounded throughout the battlefield.

A few feather arrows came from nowhere and landed at Li Jian's feet.

"Your Highness!" Fu Pi and the relatives of the Prince's Mansion changed their faces, "This place is very dangerous, it is better to retreat." ”

Although Wang Meng was staring at the battlefield, the corner of his eye fell on Li Jian.

"The soldiers are still using their lives, how can I retreat?" Li Jian pressed the hilt of the sword with his hand, with a bit of glory on his face, "My Li family's world is obtained from the sword, how can the Li family's sons be afraid of war?" I just hate that I can't charge into battle with all the soldiers! ”

For a moment, it was as if his blood had awakened.

Every father is a mountain in the eyes of his son, and he is also the object of his son's emulation, Li Jian's martial arts are commonplace, but his blood is still there.

Only such a grandiose and brutal battlefield can bring out the potential of a person.

When Murong Hao and Murong Jun of Yan Kingdom were the crown princes, they both led troops to fight in all directions.

Fu Chang, the prince of Qin, was severely injured by the Jin army's crossbow and died of serious injuries.

The prince doesn't have to charge into battle, but in this era, he can't be ignorant of soldiers and not see war with his own eyes.

Wang Meng retracted the corner of his eyes, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth.

The surrounding soldiers were greatly inspired, and their momentum was inspired.

The battlefield seems to be dangerous, but in fact, it has always been in the hands of Liang Jun.

The foot soldiers are as immobile as a mountain, steady as a rock, and the cavalry attack is like fire, swift as the wind.

After fighting for more than an hour, the battlefield was more like a huge millstone, grinding the flesh and blood of countless thieves.

Before the formation, the corpses of men and horses accumulated into a low wall of flesh and blood.

The brave Liang army stood directly on it, clenched his spear, and condescendingly stabbed at the thief army.

The thief army seems to be huge, but in fact it is a rabble, so they will ride and shoot for a while, then ride and run, and then ride and shoot......

The damage caused is really limited.

There were also some brave men who rushed to the infantry with swords, but were stabbed into hedgehogs.

The Liang army is far superior to the thief army in terms of equipment, morale, training, resilience, and mentality.

After nearly two hours of fierce fighting, the thief army finally couldn't bear it, and the people could stand it, but the war horses were exhausted, and some tribes quietly withdrew from the battlefield.

"The victory or defeat has been decided, send orders to the armies, attack." Wang Meng waved his hand.

Several war drums behind him rang out, the flag waved, and the battlefield also changed.

The foot soldiers no longer held in formation, but stepped forward, oppressing the space for the thieves to move.

The thieves are tired, and they are just beginning to rise.

The battlefield was soon divided into more than a dozen pieces and was wantonly slaughtered by the Liang army.

The cavalry retreated to the center one after another, like tired birds returning to their nests, clustered under their teeth.

The civilians in the Chinese army quickly brought water and fine feed to feed the war horses, and the cavalrymen drank water and chewed dry food, and their faces were still stained with sweat and blood.

After two hours, they will hunt down the thieves.

Although the battlefield was chaotic, the Liang army was in good order, with cavalry, foot soldiers, people's husbands, and generals performing their duties, and there was no panic.

"Uncle is really like a god!" Li Jian was breathtaking.

The subtleties are the most effortful, and it can command an army of tens of thousands of people like an arm, and it can run smoothly and freely, which is not something that ordinary people can do.

"It's not that the ministers use the soldiers like gods, but the top and bottom are united, the soldiers use their lives, and the country is governed like the army." Wang Meng stood with his hands in his hands, looking up at the sky, and the scorching sun turned into a setting sun, hanging on the western horizon, dyeing the already bright red earth into golden red.

Countless thieves crawled in the sunset, and endless war horses wandered in the dusk......

(End of chapter)