Yuehaifu City.

In the early morning, the sky was drizzling.

Mao Jiang and Song Chen stood on the city wall.

Under the city, nearly 70,000 troops have been assembled in formation, and the black and oppressive figures are all over the surrounding areas for several miles, and there is no end in sight.

"Master Hou, it's time for us to go down!"

Song Chen said softly.

Mao Jiang took a deep breath and bowed slightly.

"Let's go!"

He shook off his cloak behind him and strode down the wall.

The smoke and rain made everything between heaven and earth blurred, Mao Jiang rode a war horse to the front of the military formation, and looked at the Mingyue army on the opposite side through the fine rain line.

The silver swaying Mingyue Army was like a silver-white ocean under the drizzle, cold and solemn.

Mao Jiang raised his head and looked at the gloomy sky, and a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that God is on my side."

The rain will cause a lot of inconvenience to the soldiers, but for the cavalry, the rain will cause a little more trouble.

The ground is slippery, and the horses will stumble if they are not careful, especially when charging, once a horse stumbles, it will affect the surrounding cavalry.

At this time, Mao Jiang had a little more confidence in his heart to defeat the Mingyue Army.

On the other side, Lan Yuehou sat in the chariot on the hillside, with a canopy on his head, drinking wine with an indifferent face.

"Childe, it's time to attack!" Lao Suo stood beside him and said softly.

Lan Yuehou twisted his neck, stood up, and looked at the entire battlefield.

"Chang Pinghou is not a fool, since he dares to go out of the city to fight, he must be prepared, let the soldiers be careful!"

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he said lightly.

"The old slave obeys!"

"Let's get started!" Lan Yuehou waved his hand.

"Whoa!"

Lao Suo retreated, and then a rapid war drum sounded.

Knock knock~~

The drums thundered, and it looked particularly dull in the drizzle.

Under the drizzle, the motionless Mingyue Army suddenly moved at the moment when the drum sounded.

The Mingyue Army was only equipped with two weapons, one was a throwing spear more than a meter long, with four per soldier, and the other was a scimitar.

They had no long weapons, no bows and arrows, only spears and scimitars.

With the sound of drums, the Eight Thousand Bright Moon Army slowly moved forward as a whole.

The speed went from slow to fast, and in the blink of an eye, thousands of horses galloped and the earth shook.

"Throw guns!"

An impassioned voice rang out.

If you look closely, you will find that under the galloping of war horses, the guns are actually fixed in mid-air, no matter how the body of the soldier with the gun rises, the gun is stable at the same height.

"Shoot!"

Whoosh~~

The sharp spears pierced through the rain lines, and the spray of water poured down on the opposite army.

Mao Jiang looked at the flying spear, and the pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly.

This is the terrible thing about the Bright Moon Army, the range of their guns is actually more than that of crossbow arrows.

"Raise your shield!"

Without Mao Jiang to speak, the generals around him had already given orders.

Wow~~

Huge wooden shields were raised overhead.

The spear fell, smashing into the wooden shield with majestic force.

The thumping sound was accompanied by screams.

In the blink of an eye, the thousands of soldiers at the forefront of the army were in shambles.

Wooden Shield!

It is the most equipped shield of the southern border army.

The wood used to make the wooden shields is a relatively hard wood, and after being manufactured by special means, these wooden shields are not only not eroded by water, but can also be set on fire to a certain extent.

Compared to the iron shield, the wooden shield is lighter, and the battlefields of the southern border army are mostly mountains and forests, so this kind of wooden shield is more popular than the iron shield.

However, the wooden shield is not without its drawbacks, and its defensive ability is somewhat worse than that of the iron shield.

Under the spear of the Mingyue Army, the wooden shield burst like paper paste.

Seeing this, Mao Jiang did not have any accidents.

He knew very well the ability of the Mingyue Army, not to mention the wooden shield, even if it was an iron shield, it would be difficult to resist the throwing spear of the Mingyue Army.

Just as the army was in turmoil, a second wave of gunfire followed.

This time the number of throwing guns was greater and more intensive.

The rain of guns accompanied by a drizzle, with a rapid whistling sound, fell again to the front of the army.

The soldiers, who were already in a mess, were dealt a devastating blow again, and the rain soon turned into blood, and the rain in the sky did not have time to wash away, because as soon as it was washed away, new rain flowed down.

Thundered~~

The war horses galloped like thunder.

After two waves of gunfire, the Mingyue Army had already rushed to the forefront of the army.

The bones were piled up on the ground, the blood was pouring down, and the hazy drizzle could not hide the thick and pungent blood.

Seeing that the front battle had completely collapsed, and nearly 10,000 soldiers were killed and wounded, Mao Jiang did not panic at all, and said calmly: "Retreat!" ”

"Retreat!"

"Retreat!"

Voices rang out one after another, and at the same time, the dull sound of trumpets reverberated in the drizzle.

Tens of thousands of troops actually retreated backwards in an orderly manner, and the speed of their retreat was very slow, and the soldiers did not panic at all.

The border army is not a town defender, although there have been few large-scale wars on the Dali border in recent years, but every border army soldier is a real elite, and its combat effectiveness far exceeds that of the town defenders in the states.

On the hillside, Lan Yuehou looked at the retreating enemy army as a whole, and a different color flashed in his eyes.

Back at this time!

And it's the whole army retreating!

Although it was only a hundred feet back, such a move was obviously a bit strange.

"What hole cards does this guy have in store?"

Lan Yuehou said with some surprise.

The old man next to him also looked puzzled.

And just when the two were surprised, the Mingyue Army had already broken through the front of the enemy army and rushed into the open space that the other party had withdrawn.

Suddenly.

The horses of the soldiers who rushed to the front sank suddenly, and the expressions of the soldiers on the horseback changed, and they leaped up from the horses without having time to think about it.

The horse let out a terrible neighing sound and fell to the ground with a thud.

Immediately after that, hundreds of cavalry fell.

The officers and men of the Mingyue Army in the rear were all shocked when they saw this.

"Scatter!"

"Scatter!"

The passionate voice sounded again, and the soldiers of the Bright Moon Army mobilized their horses again and again, galloping towards both sides.

Seeing this, Lan Yuehou was stunned for a while.

"Trapped!"

The trap pit is five feet long, one foot wide, and three feet deep, and the pit is buried with antler guns and bamboo sticks. Its pit is connected like a sub-character, like a hook.

If it was normal, the Mingyue Army would naturally not ignore the trapping pit, but now it is a rainy day.

Rainwater accumulates on the ground, and if it weren't for the horses stepping on it, it would be difficult to find where there were pits and where they weren't.

What's more important is that Chang Pinghou did not prepare to trap the horse pit before, which means that this trap was secretly dug by them just now.

The small trap looks inconspicuous, but it has become a clever trick for Chang Pinghou to deal with the Mingyue Army.

Even Lan Yuehou had to praise: "This Chang Pinghou is worthy of being a veteran general on the battlefield, and he actually came up with such a move." ”

Just as he was complimenting, the Bright Moon Army on the battlefield had already dispersed and retreated.

The first meeting is over.

Mao Jiang looked at the corpses everywhere, his brows furrowed slightly.

In this battle, the two sides can be said to be evenly matched.

His front army lost tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, while the Mingyue army on the opposite side suffered thousands of casualties under the trap.

Ten for one, Mao Jiang was a little disappointed, but it was also in his expectation.

The Mingyue Army was well-trained, and even if it was caught off guard, it could react in a short period of time, disperse the retreat on both sides, and minimize the losses.

However, Mao Jiang knew better that the truly tragic battle had just begun.

"Fight!"

He said in a low voice to Song Chen beside him.

Song Chen nodded solemnly and drove forward.

"Enter!"

He drew the sword from his waist and swung it violently, shouting loudly.

Knock knock~

The drums of war sounded.

The soldiers in the rear immediately rushed to the front.

Planks were laid on the pits, and thousands of soldiers returned to their original places.

Not just back to where they were, they continued to move forward, moving forward in a neat formation.

Stepping on the broken corpses, while cleaning up the Mingyue Army that was not yet dead, while collecting the wounded soldiers.

On the hillside.

Lan Yuehou stood up, stepped off the chariot, and jumped on the war horse.

Surrounded by four guards and four maids, he galloped towards the Mingyue Army.

"The bright moon is supreme, and you will rest until you die!"

"The bright moon is supreme, and you will rest until you die!"

Seeing Lan Yuehou appear, the soldiers of the Mingyue Army roared loudly as if they had faith.

The solemn faces were full of fanatical colors.

The majestic sound rippled in the drizzle.

Seeing this, Mao Jiang's face became even heavier.

The Bright Moon Army is not invincible, but the Bright Moon Army is fearless.

Eight thousand bright moons are in the clouds, and one hundred thousand Rong can't ride the test.

In that battle, the final casualties of the Mingyue Army reached eighty percent, but they still pursued Baili and killed the enemy's main general.

The most terrifying thing about the Bright Moon Army is that they can really do it until they die!

Strong in combat and not afraid of death, such an army is the most terrifying.

And what's even more terrifying is Lan Yuehou.

An unfathomable existence, an existence that people can never see.

Mao Jiang turned his head sideways and looked at Gongyun Mountain next to him.

Gong Yunshan's whole body was shrouded in a cloak, and only a pair of condensed eyes were exposed.

He knew what Mao Jiang meant, so he didn't speak, just drove forward.

……

Yunzhou is misty and rainy, but Shuzhou is sunny.

The cold winter has passed, and the plants and trees are spring.

The tender buds stretched out in the bright sunshine, looking extraordinarily crystalline.

In the verdant mountain forest, a monk in a white monk's robe walked slowly.

Behind him were hundreds of ragged people, whose eyes were always looking at him with strange emotions.

After a few moments, the monk walked into a valley and stopped.

"Amitabha, donors, this place can be a place to live in peace."

Wuhua was a little helpless to the people behind him.

The valley is rich in vegetation and a small river, and if it can be cultivated, it is indeed a good place to live.

The crowd looked at each other, and among them was a man with a long sword on his back.

He pouted and knelt in front of Wuhua, "Will the holy monk stay here?" ”

With his words, hundreds of people behind him also knelt down and bowed.

"The little monk wants to find a way to become a Buddha, I'm afraid he can't stay!" Wuhua said helplessly.

"I make a vow to follow the holy monks, and ask the holy monks to fulfill them!" The man touched the ground with his forehead and said reverently.

Wuhua stretched out his hand to help him up, "Donors, please get up, the little monk will not stay here, but you can come back to see you often, if the donors don't dislike it, the little monk will come back to see you every three months." ”

"As for following!" He looked at the man in front of him and said gently: "They are all ordinary people, I don't know if there will be danger in this barren mountain, and the little monk hopes that the donor can protect them." ”

Now Shuzhou is in chaos, and there are rogue soldiers and thieves everywhere, and the people in front of him are the ones he saved from the swords.

Wuhua saved them out of kindness, but I didn't expect them to rely on Wuhua, no matter how Wuhua persuaded them, they just didn't want to leave.

In desperation, Wuhua had no choice but to choose this hidden valley for them, hoping that they could live and work here in peace.

The man turned his head to look at the ragged people, and finally nodded and said, "Obey the decree of the holy monk below!" ”

Seeing that he agreed, Wuhua couldn't help but show a warm smile.

It's not that he doesn't want to help these people, it's just that he still has to find a way to become a Buddha, and he can't take them with him all the time.

"The little monk still has some silver taels here, you can go and buy some food, if there are displaced people coming over in the future, I hope you can take them in."

Wuhua took out the money bag from her bosom and handed it to the man.

The man hesitated.

"Take it, they need more food." No ikebana.

The man took the money bag with both hands, "Thank you for the gift of the holy monk!" ”

"Thank you for the gift of the holy monk!"

Hundreds of people worshipped.

Wuhua looked at them and smiled, "Amitabha." ”

He folded his hands, chanted, and turned away.

The white monk's robes fluttered with the breeze, like clouds falling from the sky, spotless.

"Believer Liu Qing sends the holy monk to the holy monk in vain!"

The man bowed again.

(End of chapter)