Jinyang, known as Bingzhou in ancient times, is where the dragon vein of the Great Jin Dynasty is located, and it is a place where soldiers must fight since ancient times. In March, its city walls are high and strong, the land under the city is vast and fertile, and the wind on the Loess Plateau carries the fragrance of grass and trees and the iron blood of war horses.

In this era of separation, Jinyang City stood on the land of the north, like a fierce beast watching the four directions. Li Keyong, the later King of Jin, was the most ferocious of this beast. His iron horsemen were like a black storm, sweeping through every inch of land mercilessly, with such force that they terrified their enemies.

Inside the city, the armor of the soldiers reflected dazzling light in the sun, and the neighing of war horses filled the barracks, creating a strict pre-war atmosphere. Li Keyong was wearing heavy armor and holding a spear, and there was no trace of hesitation in his eyes, as if he had been a veteran on the battlefield and had experienced countless tests of gunsmoke. Behind him, groups of well-trained soldiers, their eyes also shining with an unyielding light, and their faith was firm, like an indestructible Great Wall of steel.

With the drums of war reverberating, Li Keyong's lieutenants rode to his side.

"General, the wind is strong, the flag is flying, today is a good day to go on the expedition." Zhang Zhi, his strategist, had the brilliance of war shining in his eyes.

Li Keyong nodded slightly, his gaze was resolute, "Heaven helps the Jin Kingdom, the wind helps the Jin Army, today, we will definitely break the enemy army!" ”

Cheng Ze on the side, the young general, rode on a horse, pulled out his long sword and pointed to the sky, and responded with high morale: "Great Jin Qianqiu, only I am not defeated!" ”

"General, our army's crossbow arrows are ready, just waiting for your order!" Li Cunqiao clenched the bowstring tightly, his eyes sharp.

"Good!" Lick brandished his spear, "Crossbow archers prepare!" ”

Behind them, a crossbow archer raised his powerful crossbow and aimed ahead.

"General, our light cavalry is eager to charge." Zhao Yi, the commander of the light cavalry, couldn't wait to say.

"The light cavalry obeyed the order, and when the enemy army was in disarray, quickly broke through the enemy line and spread the news of victory to every corner!" With a wave of his hand, Li Ke ordered.

"Yes!" Zhao Yi clenched his horsewhip and looked back at his cavalry, "Brothers, join me to make a name for the Jin Kingdom!" ”

Among the group, there was also an old general, who held a heavy hammer, and his hoarse voice was firm: "General, my old bones can still go into battle to kill the enemy, let those children see the hammer of old Jinyang!" ”

Li Keyong looked at these loyal generals, and his heart swelled with passion: "Old friends, let us hold high the banner of the Jin Kingdom together today and make those enemies tremble!" ”

The morale-boosting army, under the command of the generals, began to adjust its formation in an orderly manner and prepare for battle.

"Soldiers!" Li Keyong's voice was like rolling thunder, spreading throughout the army, "Today's battle is not only for the Jin Kingdom, but also for our homeland and our family!" Pick up your weapons and let us forge the glory of the Jin Kingdom with victory! ”

"For the Jin Kingdom!" The echoes of the soldiers shook the heavens and the earth, and the breath of heroism was enough to shake the nine heavens.

The army began to move forward slowly, the war drums were beating, the banners were hunting, and Li Keyong and his generals were leading the Jin army towards their ideals, a unified and powerful Great Jin Kingdom.

And this battle is not just a battle between warlords, it is a symbol of an era, a contest of power, faith and life and death. In and around Jinyang City, countless heroes gathered, either for the glory of the family or for personal ambitions, and everyone brought their own stories to devote themselves to this endless dragon fight. Another night of sleeplessness, another night of fighting.

On the martial arts arena, Li Keyong stood on the makeshift command platform and looked at the neat iron cavalry below. His voice was firm and loud, and every word was full of power.

"Iron Rider Obeys!" Rick called out loudly, his spear pointing at the sky.

Thousands of iron horsemen responded in unison, and their voices vibrated the martial arts arena: "Follow the general's order!" ”

"Yesterday's victory is a thing of the past. Today's training is for tomorrow's battle. The reason why the Iron Rider is invincible is because we are not afraid of hardships and dangers, and we are not afraid of life and death! Li Ke's eyes swept through the ranks one by one, and every soldier felt his gaze.

Adjutant General Li Cunqing rode to the stage, clasped his fists and saluted, his voice full of respect: "General, the iron cavalry is ready to standby, just waiting for your order." ”

"Good." Li Ke nodded, and he turned to the soldiers, "Today, we will practice assault!" Although the enemy is strong, in front of the Jinyang Iron Cavalry, he is just a lamb to be slaughtered! ”

The soldiers were emotional, and their blood was boiling.

Li Keyong turned his head to Li Cunqo and said: "Cunqo, you lead the left wing, I personally lead the central army, and you arrange reliable generals for the right wing." ”

"General, let me bring it on the right wing!" At this time, a young general stepped forward, it was Cheng Ze.

"Cheng Ze," Li Keyong looked at him, "can you take on this heavy responsibility?" ”

"General, I am willing to protect the glory of the Jin Kingdom with my life!" Cheng Ze replied without hesitation.

Li Keyong nodded with satisfaction, "Okay! Then today's drill will let the enemy see the power of our Jinyang Iron Cavalry! ”

"Iron Riders, like a battlefield, go all out!" Li Cunqing ordered loudly.

"Rush!" The soldiers shouted, and the iron horses began to move, the sound of armor clashing and the neighing of horses mingled.

Li Keyong raised his spear and shouted loudly: "The glory of the Jin Kingdom is defended by our iron cavalry!" ”

"For the glory of the Jin Kingdom!" The soldiers' response was thunderous.

On the martial arts field, Li Keyong led the iron cavalry to start their fierce and orderly drill. This is not only a soldier's exercise, but also a test of the general, a rehearsal for the upcoming battle. In this land, every Jinyang citizen is working hard for the glory of the family and the unification of the country.

Rick's gaze is tough and fiery, and his gaze seems to be able to penetrate the fog and see into the future. He knew that the heroes of the north were watching Jinyang with fierce eyes, like wolves on the grassland staring at their weak prey, ready to launch a deadly attack at any moment.

The drums of war beat again, crisp and heavy, and each blow made the soldiers' hearts beat faster and their blood boiled. Li Keyong raised his spear and signaled the charge towards the banner in the center of the martial arts arena. At this moment, the thousands of troops and horses erupted with amazing power like a lit flame.

They are not mere soldiers, but the sword in Li Ke's hand, which is the foundation on which he stands in this world. In Jinyang City, not only the people of the Li family, but also the warriors from all walks of life, they are loyal to Li Keyong as if they were their own brothers.

Li Keyong knows that in order to survive in this era of dragon fighting, it is far from enough to rely on iron and blood, but also requires resourcefulness and strategy. He must not only become a fierce general on the battlefield, but also a strategist of victory. His enemies are everywhere, some greedy and cunning, some fierce and unpredictable, but they will all be the ladder in his path to conquest.

When night fell, the lights of Jinyang City were bright, and Li Keyong returned to his battle tent, and the map was spread out in front of him. His fingers roamed over it, sliding from city to fortress, and he painted in his mind the battles of the future, building grand blueprints. In his plan, Jinyang was only the starting point, and his eyes had already traveled through thousands of mountains and rivers to more distant places.

In the tent of the battle in the city, the generals discussed around the firelight, and everyone's face reflected the dancing flames, like the surging battle intent in their hearts. Li Keyong listened carefully to their opinions, but he already had his own plans in mind. He knew that in this era when every inch of land could become a battlefield, only by constantly expanding and strengthening his own power could he be invincible in this troubled world.

Faced with the threat of the Khitan Iron Cavalry, Li Keyong decided to adopt a preemptive strategy. The city walls of Jinyang are both a barrier for defense and a deadly cage. Li Keyong is not willing to wait for the arrival of the enemy, he wants to take the initiative to attack and tear apart the opponent's ambitions with iron and fire.

The sky gradually brightened, and Li Keyong stood on top of the city tower, looking at the first rays of dawn on the skyline, and the ambition in his heart rose with the dawn. He knew that this battle with the Khitan Iron Cavalry would be a tough battle, but he was full of desire for victory. He wants more than just survival, he wants brilliance.

He gave the order to attack, and the soldiers, answering his call, came down from the walls, came out of their tents, and prepared for action. Li Keyong personally led the iron cavalry, and they rushed out of the city gate like a black storm, advancing towards the enemy army in the distance.

The sky before dawn, like the ambition in the heart of King Jin, was full of dark dawn. In Jinyang City, the lights were still bright, illuminating Li Ke's resolute face. His gaze fell on the unfolded parchment map, his fingers lightly tracing the mountains and rivers, each of which he remembered vividly, and every boundary signaled a future war.

In the tents under the city, the generals gathered together to discuss the upcoming battle. Li Keyong listened to their discussion, and he had a plan in mind. He knew that in this troubled world, the struggle for every land was like a gamble of life and death. And he is the most resolute gambler, gambling not only on the territory, but also on the future of the entire King of Jin.

"Report! The north came to report, there was a change in Shuofang, and the Khitan iron cavalry was gathering, which seemed to have the intention of going south. A scout burst into the tent out of breath, breaking the silence in the tent.

Li Keyong's eyebrows raised slightly, he had a premonition. The movement of the Khitan people is both a threat and an opportunity for Jinyang. He stood up, the armor on his body making a slight noise. His voice was calm and firm: "Pass on my military orders, the whole army is ready, we will meet the Khitans." ”

The drums of war sounded again, this time no longer a practice on the martial arts field, but a call to battle with real swords and guns. The Iron Knights stood up one after another, and the generals waved their weapons in their hands, their eyes flashing with loyalty to Jinyang in the stormy wind and rain and longing for the unknown battlefield.

Outside the city of Jinyang, the wind is like a rock, and the grass and trees are bleak. On the city walls, the defenders clenched their spears and stared warily in all directions. The city wall is not only the barrier of Jinyang, but also the embodiment of Li Ke's strong will. He didn't want to just stay in the city and wait for the enemy to attack, he preferred to take the initiative and give the enemy a fatal blow.

On the martial arts field, the iron horsemen have already finished arraying. Li Keyong rode on his war horse, and the mane of the war horse flew in the wind, like the banner of Jinyang. He raised his spear and pointed it at the sky, as if declaring his war intent to heaven and earth. Behind him was an elite army in iron armor, silent and intimidating like a black forest.

"The sons and daughters of Jinyang, although the iron cavalry of the Khitan people is fierce, they don't know that they are facing a group of wolf-like warriors!" Rick's voice echoed in the ears of the soldiers.

The emotions of the soldiers were ignited, and their roars resounded through the sky, it was the courage of the people of Jinyang, and it was the roar of the northern wolves. They know that this is not just a battle, it is a symbol of their survival and dignity.

Li Keyong turned the horse's head and swung his spear vigorously, "Charge with me!" His voice is like a war drum, inspiring every soldier. Like a black tide, the iron riders poured out of the city gates and pounced on the enemy in the distance.

With Li Ke's shout full of passion and strength, the warriors of Jinyang were like awakened wolves, with unyielding flames burning in their eyes. Every beat in their hearts was in sync with the rhythm of the war drums, and their blood seemed to boil into lava at this moment.

"Fight for Jinyang! Fight for glory! Rick's words were like a key that opened the floodgates of passion in the hearts of soldiers. These sons and daughters who came from the Loess Plateau, their ancestors were famous generals, their blood flowed with the spirit of resisting the enemy, and their bodies seemed to be carved with undefeated totems.

In Jinyang City, women and children gathered on the city wall, looking at this scene, although their hearts were full of worry, but more trust and pride. Their eyes glistened with tears and they were proud of the glory that was about to come to their fathers, husbands, and sons. The land of Jinyang gave birth to them, and now they have to use their courage to protect this land.

The Iron Knights wore iron armor, and the gaps between their armors were tight, revealing only determined eyes. The weapons in their hands have been sharpened to the extreme, and the manes of the horses have been blown wild by the wind, and their breath is heavy and strong. Every breath they took seemed to be spitting out the dust and blood of the battlefield.

Rick rushed out first, his horse's hooves shattering the silence of dawn, his spear pointed straight at the sky, as if to pierce the darkness of this troubled world. The Iron Knights behind him followed him like liberated beasts. As they galloped, the dust flew up, forming a series of spectacular dust dragons, which appeared even more powerful in the dawn sun.

The gates of the city opened, and the iron horsemen poured out like a black torrent, and their charging sound resounded through the sky, shaking every piece of land and spreading to every corner. This is not a simple war, it is a battle of glory, faith and freedom. Every soldier knew in their hearts that what they were about to write was not only the history of the battle, but also the legend of their Jinyang son.

At this moment, no one flinched, no one hesitated. The warriors of Jinyang swung their weapons vigorously, their roars louder than war drums. They are not only for Li Keyong, they are fighting for their homeland and their beliefs. They are willing to use their lives to prove that the people of this northern land will never give in to any threat.

Li Keyong and his iron cavalry team are like a black lightning, shuttling through the vast northern land, and they will start a world-shaking battle with the Khitan iron cavalry on this ancient battlefield, a contest that will determine the fate of Jinyang.

With Li Ke's sonorous and powerful orders, the soldiers of Jinyang seemed to be injected with new vitality, and each of their shouts was not only a catharsis of courage to challenge death, but also a violent cry of resistance to fate. They were under the same sky, shoulder to shoulder, waving the heavy weapons in their hands, leaving behind all fear and uncertainty, and only the battle took all place in their consciousness.

The weapons glistened in the sun, and the gold and silver ornaments on the armor stood out in the morning light. There was a determined glint in the eyes of every soldier, their countenances shaped by the seriousness and tension of war, but behind this seriousness was a heart of incomparable hunger for victory.

Outside Jinyang City, the undulating ground on the grassland formed a natural battlefield, and the sound of the hooves of war horses and the breathing of soldiers were intertwined, forming a fierce rhythm. When Li Keyong raised his spear and took the lead in charging into the enemy line, his image was transformed into a hero who never gave in, a leader who could lead them to victory.

In the iron cavalry, the sound of armor clashing, the sound of war horses panting, and the sound of soldiers breathing fiercely converge into a picture of sound, depicting the cruelty and fierceness of this life-and-death battle. Like a black torrent, they rushed in the direction of the enemy, and everyone was ready for the coming battle.

The Khitan Iron Cavalry was famous, and their bravery and brutality terrified countless enemies. But today, they will face the Shatuo Iron Horseman, who is also known for his bravery. Two powerful forces are about to collide on the battlefield, like two surging tides, setting off monstrous waves in this ancient land.

The people of Jinyang watched with bated breath from the city walls, not weapons in their hands, but a prelude to praying for their loved ones. Their hearts are closely connected to their loved ones on the front line, and their hopes breathe and share the same fate with every advance of the army. In their eyes, this is not only a battle, but also a defense of the homeland and a bloodline inheritance.

When Li Ke's iron cavalry and Khitan iron cavalry met on the battlefield, the collision of swords, the neighing of war horses, and the shouts of soldiers converged into an earth-shattering symphony. Every impact was like a thunderbolt, and every advance pierced the silence of the sky. Blood and sweat mixed on the battlefield, the land was dyed a tragic red, and every soldier had only one belief in his heart: for Jinyang, for glory, they would fight until the last moment.

Cheng Ze lay on the haystack outside Jinyang City, looking at the starry sky and the hazy night sky. The night breeze brushed his cheeks, bringing a hint of coolness beyond the smoke of war. However, even in this quiet night, the turmoil and anxiety in his heart were like a storm that could not be quelled.

With his vicissitudes and resolute eyes, he gazed at the bright starry sky. Every star in the night sky seems to tell the story of people in war; Every flicker is the sigh of a living being. The night breeze brushed his slightly rough cheeks, as if it were a comfort from nature for this lonely man in search of peace.

Cheng Ze gently stroked the "Water Yin Sword" beside him, which was a long-inherited sword, and the traces of time on the blade witnessed the danger of countless battles. Under the silent night sky, he could hear the whimper hidden inside the sword, the call of his father before his death, and the bleak background music of his warrior career.

His father was a famous general, and his unhesitating charge and indestructible courage left an indelible impression on Cheng Ze's heart. That betrayal not only took his father's life, but also pushed Chengze's fate into the turbulent and turbulent times. Since then, Cheng Ze has vowed to use the sword left to him by his father to cleanse the stain of betrayal.

Cheng Ze closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the cool night breeze to let it dispel the heaviness in his heart. He knew that tomorrow's battle might be the most critical battle in this life, not only about his own glory and revenge, but also about the life and death of hundreds of people in Jinyang City.

He recalled today's battle discussions with the generals, and everyone expressed their opinions with responsibility and mission. Their words were not only a tactic for battle, but also a manifestation of the determination of the soldiers. Cheng Ze remembered the strategy he proposed at the time, and he asked the mountain troops to be able to move quickly at critical moments to deal with any uncertainty on the battlefield. General Li Keyong spoke highly of this and pointed out the important role of him and his troops on the battlefield.

"The ...... of war," Cheng Ze muttered to himself, "it turns the most cowardly people into warriors, and also sends the bravest people to the grave." He looked into the distance, where the enemy camp was. He knew that the enemy must be planning tomorrow's battle, and perhaps like him, someone prayed silently under the stars.

Cheng Ze opened his eyes again, his gaze was firm, and the determination in his heart was like the brightest star in the night sky, unshakable. He got up, put away the "water sword", and returned to his tent. He needs to keep a clear head and cool judgment in tomorrow's battle. Tomorrow, no matter how cruel the war may be, he will rush to the front line without hesitation, using the sword left to him by his father to guard everything he swore to defend.

Cheng Ze's heart was full of complicated emotions, and he couldn't help sighing: "In this troubled world, when will this war end?" This sentence is not only his personal whisper, but also the common question of all people who still maintain their conscience and righteous heart. His voice was low, drifting into the distance with the night wind, as if expecting an echo.

Although life in war was full of uncertainty and risk, and every sword shot could be the end of his life, he never flinched. He misses his family and the ordinary life he had before the war was ignited. In addition to the pain and loss, the war brought him more thoughts about human nature and the unyielding pursuit of the future.

He knew that although rangers like him could play a certain role in the war, it was the rulers who were in high positions and held military power that really determined the direction of the war. Despite this, Cheng Ze firmly believes that every small act of kindness and helping others is a spark to fight against brutality and light up hope.

On this sleepless night, Cheng Ze's body lay on the haystack, but his mind was like the stars in the night sky, never dying. He believes that every soul who bravely resists is the force that moves the world forward. He longs for the dawn of peace, for the day when Starlight is no longer a witness of war, but a guardian of peace.

At this moment, although he is in a troubled world, he has a peace beyond the world, and he holds a belief in his heart: no matter how troubled this troubled world is, he will persevere until the flower of peace blooms again on this land. Until that day comes, his sword will not be truly sheathed, and his military soul will live forever with the peace of this land.