The night is like a curtain, dotted with stars, as if countless pairs of eyes are watching the hustle and bustle of the world in the sky. On nights like these, time seems to slow down and everyone's breathing becomes distinct and audible. In the tense sound of the soldiers' preparations, there was also an almost palpable anticipation flowing in the air, a calm before battle, a deep before dawn.

Cheng Ze stood at the door of the tent, he glanced at his comrades around him, each with different emotions written on their faces: some were firm, some were nervous, and some were quietly expectant. Even at this moment, the tacit understanding and trust between them are still like a strong wall, unbreakable. They encourage each other, gently bump shoulders, and each other's presence is the greatest motivation.

On the other side of the tent, Li Keyong was alone, with only the occasional entry and exit of the servants, delivering the latest information to him. His gaze sometimes stares at the mountains and rivers on the map, sometimes with his eyes closed in contemplation. The general's mind is unfathomable, and there seem to be thousands of schemes hidden in his chest, waiting for the dawn to unfold into the world one by one.

And in the tranquility of the night, it seemed that only the brightest star knew the loneliness and firmness in the general's heart. It hangs silently in the sky, witnessing the birth and fall of countless heroes, and tonight, it will witness the story of Li Keyong and Cheng Ze.

Cheng Ze returned to his cabin, sat down gently, took out his saber, and began to wipe it carefully. His movements are meticulous, and each stroke is full of respect and preparation for the upcoming battle. The blade shone coldly in the faint light, as if to tell him that it was ready.

The comrades-in-arms were also preparing in their respective positions, some checking their equipment, some praying silently, and some sitting in the corners and thinking quietly. Each of them, in their own way, is preparing for the dawn of their own.

In the tent, Li Ke placed the chess pieces on the sand table, simulating various situations that might happen tomorrow. His mind was constantly replaying the possibilities of the battlefield, and every decision could be the difference between life and death for thousands of people. However, his expression was still calm, and at this time, he was not only a strategist, but also the soul of tens of thousands of troops.

In this way, in the alternation of night and morning, two men, a young warrior and a mature general, quietly waited in their respective positions for the arrival of the first light in the sky.

The night is deep and long, as if you can touch the vastness of time. During this long wait, every soldier in the camp was quietly waiting for the first light of dawn in the sky with excitement and anxiety in their hearts. And those two men, Cheng Ze and Li Keyong, also experienced this storm before tranquility in their hearts.

The sky gradually whitened, and the light of dawn began to penetrate the night, covering the earth with a faint layer of blue. At this moment of dawn, Cheng Ze stood in front of his tent, his armor already fully dressed, and the sword in his hand reflected a pale light. His eyes were unwavering, his mind repeating the battle strategy that was about to take place, every breath as if he was preparing for battle.

At the same time, the last few pieces were placed on the sand table in the tent by Lick, and he did not hesitate to gesture. He had every possible change planned in his mind, trying to anticipate every move of the enemy. He knew that the cruelty of war did not lie in the collision of flesh, but in the contest of wisdom. His gaze swept over the sandbox again, confirming that everything was in order.

As the sky faded from dark blue to pale gold, the camp began to sound with a low horn. The voice rang far in the quiet of the morning, stirring the hearts of the soldiers. They stepped out of their tents one after another, lined up in the morning light, the light reflecting off their sharp armor, as if invisibly adding to their momentum.

The soldiers were arranged in a predetermined formation, each with a determined expression on their faces. They are ready to meet their fate, and each of them has a common belief in their hearts - no matter how big they sacrifice, in order to protect their homeland.

Cheng Ze walked towards his squad, and every step he took seemed extraordinarily determined. His gaze swept over the faces of his comrades, and every eye contact was full of trust and dependence. They nodded to each other, silently conveying courage and strength. Cheng Ze took a deep breath, and then ordered in a loud voice: "Gear up!" ”

Cheng Ze's figure became more and more resolute and resolute under the reflection of the morning glow. He walked through the camp with a steady walk, each step seemingly treading to the beat of his heart, towards his squad, a group of warriors who, like him, were ready to take on the unknown challenge.

The cool morning breeze whipped through his armor with a slight rattle, as if to accompany his courage. When the soldiers saw Cheng Ze coming, they stood more straight one by one, their eyes flashing with admiration and expectation. Cheng Ze stopped and stood in front of them, his gaze sharp and deep, one by one against the eyes of his comrades, it was a kind of silent tacit understanding between the soldiers, it was the tactical picture that had been discussed the night before resurfaced in their minds.

Noticing the nervous look on Edmund, the recruit, he used his gaze to convey encouragement; He saw the scar on the face of veteran Harold, the mark of the battle, and he nodded in salute. These subtle exchanges, though silent, strengthened the soldiers' resolve more than any words.

Cheng Ze stood still, his figure was like an unshakable stone monument, showing his unyielding will. At this time, he took a deep breath and filled his chest with the cold air of the morning, as if he wanted to use this coolness to clear the tension and uneasiness in his body. Then, with his head held high, he commanded in his unquestioning voice: "Prepare for it!" The voice echoed through the camp, stirring up a fire in the hearts of every soldier.

The soldiers immediately went into action, checked the equipment, tightened their weapons, adjusted their armor. Each and every one of them knows that this is not just a check of personal equipment, it is a confirmation of their own will, a response to the trust of their comrades. Cheng Ze looked at his team, and a sense of pride welled up in his heart. Although he faces an unknown battle, he believes that he and his comrades will create a legend of their own.

With the order to "get ready", each soldier of the squad completed the final preparations. They stood in a row, like a barrier made of steel, invisibly exuding a kind of deterrent. Cheng Ze stood in front of them, scanning the team again with his determined gaze, then turned around and faced the battlefield. With his arm raised and the tip of his sword pointing forward, it was time to rise to the challenge of fate.

Li Keyong, the dignified general, walked out of the tent with his steady steps on this decisive morning. His figure was stretched by the rising sun, as if to herald the boundless extension of his influence. The face under the helmet was lightly dappled by the sun, but this did not hide the seriousness and determination of his face. His gaze was resolute, looking to the horizon, as if he had foreseen the coming war.

Walking through the camp, the soldiers' eyes naturally focused on his tall figure. They stopped what they were doing, polishing their weapons, or inspecting their equipment. They knew that this man, their general, was about to give final instructions for today's battle.

Without stopping, he came to a small knoll, which was the highest point of the entire camp and a tactical observation point. From here, he could clearly see the layout of the entire camp, the hustle and turn of the soldiers, the neighing of the horses, and the approaching enemy in the dusty distance. The flag fluttered in the morning sun, like echoing the war drum in his heart.

He took a deep breath of the fresh morning breeze, a refreshing breath that accompanied the distant smell of enemy troops. He knew that soon, this tranquility would be replaced by the noise of war. This is a pivotal battle that will decide the fate of the land he is in. He is both a commander and a spiritual pillar for the soldiers, and every decision he makes will affect everyone's survival.

Cheng Ze's posture was particularly firm at the door of the tent, he was wearing battle armor and a military helmet, and the long sword in his hand reflected the rising sun in the early morning. His eyes, like those of warriors in ancient legends, radiated determination and courage. His gaze slowly wandered over the faces of his comrades around him, and each gaze stop seemed to convey a wordless message.

Each face is a different picture, telling the story unique to each fighter. Some comrades-in-arms frowned, and their faces may have expressed nervousness and anxiety about the upcoming battle, but the fire in their eyes silently spoke of their inner firmness and unyielding. Some of the fighters have resolute eyes and subtle smiles on their lips, as if they are welcoming the upcoming challenge, and this confidence and bravery are the most valuable assets of these warriors.

At this critical moment, although everyone in the team is full of different thoughts in their hearts, the tacit understanding and trust between them are like swords that have been sharpened countless times, becoming sharper and stronger. It doesn't take too many words, a look, a movement between them to understand each other's intentions and emotions.

The simple but powerful way in which the soldiers encourage each other is that they gently bump shoulders and carry a myriad of meanings: it is a support for their comrades, a confirmation of trust in each other, and a memory of a battle they have experienced together. This action silently tells everyone that no one is alone in this team, and everyone is an integral part of the group.

Cheng Ze observed all this, and he knew that at this moment, he was not only their leader, but also one of them. His heart is bound to his comrades, who share each other's strength and courage. He took a deep breath, his chest filled with the emotion of pride for his comrades.

Finally, Cheng Ze stepped out of the tent and stood in front of them, he raised the long sword in his hand, and the sunlight left a flickering light on the sword. His voice cut through the morning breeze clearly and powerfully, reaching the ears of every warrior: "Brothers, the battle horn has sounded, let us fight side by side, no matter life or death, we will be one!" ”

These words were like a trumpet in the morning light, which stirred the hottest blood in the hearts of the soldiers. Their backs are straightened and they are ready to face the battle that is coming, their hearts already united, ready to meet the challenge of fate.

He turned and faced his troops. At that moment, his voice was full of power, echoing in the early morning air, penetrating the hearts of the soldiers: "The battle is about to begin, the teams are acting according to plan, I wish you all victory!" There was not the slightest hesitation in his tone, it was a firm belief in victory, and it was also a fearless challenge to death.

The soldiers heard the order and immediately went into action. They adjusted their formations, checked their equipment, and everything was in order. Li Ke's words seemed to give them a signal and ignite the flame of fighting spirit in their hearts. Although these preparations were carried out in silence, everyone's eyes and movements revealed firmness and courage. They all know that the faith of the general is also their faith, and they will follow him, whether in life or in death.

Li Keyong stood there, once again examining the battlefield in front of him, making sure that each team was ready to go. The expression on his face became more resolute, and he knew that this day, whatever the outcome, would be a day to remember. And he, as a general, like his soldiers, was ready to throw himself into this battle full of glory and sacrifice.

This day is destined to go down in history. The flames of war are about to be rekindled, and the samurai will sweat and blood on the battlefield, and the generals will win a thousand miles in a battle of wits. Cheng Ze and Li Keyong, these two men, will shine on their respective battlefields and become an indispensable part of history, and their stories will be remembered by future generations.

Li Keyong's figure became more and more majestic in the morning light, his steps were steady, and every step seemed to beat the war drums, arousing the soldiers' hearts of war. He came to the highest point of the camp, a vantage point overlooking the whole world. From here, he could see not only his own army, neatly lined up in armor gleaming in the morning sun, but also the enemy troops on the opposite side, their banners looming on the distant horizon.

The general's gaze was as sharp as the tip of a spear through the space where the war was about to begin. His gaze met each of the soldiers on standby. Some of these soldiers are standing on the battlefield for the first time, and the fear of the unknown is buried in their hearts; Some are seasoned veterans, and the scars on their faces record the glory and pain of the past. But at this moment, their eyes are all the same, because they have the same belief and the same goal - for victory, for their home and country.

Rick took a deep breath, knowing that every next breath would be accompanied by the sound of blades slicing through the air and colliding with armor. Then he commanded in a deep voice, his voice full of unquestionable strength and trust: "The battle is about to begin, the teams are acting according to plan, I wish you all victory!" ”

The order spread quickly throughout the camp like a kindled fire. The soldiers clenched their weapons tightly, and flames burned in their eyes. They know that their generals believe in them, and they believe in their own generals. At this moment of imminent explosion, there is a voice echoing in everyone's heart - for victory!

And Cheng Ze, standing still in his ranks. The young warrior's chest rose and fell with his breathing. He looked at his comrades-in-arms, then turned to look at their common general, Li Keyong. In Cheng Ze's eyes, Li Keyong is not only a commander, but also a symbol of their beliefs. He raised his sword gently, his gaze determined, and a clear message was conveyed: I am ready.

As the sun rises, the sky changes from gold to the color of fire, and a new day begins, and it will be an unusual day. The sound of war drums shook the sky, the trumpets sounded for a long time, and the call for renewed war spread far away in the morning breeze.

As soon as the battle horn sounded, the two armies began a slow but determined advance. As a vanguard, the team led by Cheng Ze took a firm step. Their steps were strong and orderly, as if the whole earth trembled under their feet. Li Keyong, on the other hand, commanded from a high place, his eyes never left the battlefield for a second, and his brain was running rapidly, calculating every possible battle detail.

At this moment, the two armies finally collided together, the tranquility was shattered in an instant, and the sound of swords colliding, the neighing of war horses, and the shouts of soldiers resounded on the battlefield. Cheng Ze and his team charged bravely, tearing a hole in the enemy's defensive line. Each warrior became a lion on the battlefield, their courage shining as brightly as the light on their blades.

On the battlefield, the atmosphere is so tense that it can almost freeze the air. The squad led by Cheng Ze served as the sharp knives of the entire army, and they were the first warriors to meet the flames of war. The battle horn echoed across the wilderness like the roar of an ancient beast, calling warriors to the path of glory and victory. Cheng Ze raised his sword and shouted, leading his team forward, their steps heavy and powerful, as if each step had carved an indelible mark on the earth.

The first wave of contact was like thunder rolling in the sky, and the collision of the two armies unleashed endless fury and passion. In the shadow of the sword, Cheng Ze was like an armor-piercing lion, leading his team to tear a bloody path in the enemy's army. Their will to fight was condensed into an indomitable blade at this moment, and where the blade pointed, the enemy fell one after another. The soldiers' eyes shone brightly, their cries shook the mountains, and their courage and strength were displayed in every blow.

At the same time, Li Keyong stood on the command platform on a high place, his eyes were as sharp as an eagle, tightly locked on every corner of the battlefield. As the battle between the enemy and the enemy began, every possibility of the battlefield quickly appeared in his mind, and he held the vein of the battle in his hands, dispatching reinforcements and reserves. Wherever his command knife is pointed, the morale will be boosted, and the troops will be gathered.

The battle became more and more intense, and the battlefield was filled with dust, gold and iron, and the high-pitched and tragic war songs of the soldiers. Cheng Ze and his squad grew stronger and more courageous in the smoke of gunpowder, and each charge crumbled the enemy's defenses. The sword was merciless, slicing through the breastplates of the enemy and cutting off their breath. Blood and sweat twined on the armor, horses galloped and rolled up dust, and the shouts of the warriors were more powerful than the sound of war drums.

Cheng Ze took the lead, his sword seemed to carry the breath of death, and every swing took the lives of several enemies. He carved out territory on the battlefield, and his troops followed, like an unstoppable torrent, breaking the will of the enemy. Their bravery, like the heroes of ancient legends, is something that even the Grim Reaper has to shy away from.

There was a terrible cry from the enemy's camp, and Cheng Ze's team was like a messenger of doom, and wherever it went, the enemy was crushed. The battlefield became a stage for them to show the art of war, and every attack was like an elaborate choreographed dance, both brutal and beautiful. In this life-and-death struggle, Cheng Ze and his comrades-in-arms used their swords and flesh to forge a shocking war symphony.

In this battlefield full of gunsmoke and blood, the heartbeat of every soldier seemed to be synchronized with the beat of the drum, Cheng Ze's hands clenched the hilt of the sword, and there was a trace of perseverance in his eyes, he knew that this was the moment when they performed martial arts, and it was also the moment to decide life and death.

"We are invincible!" Cheng Ze's voice echoed on the battlefield, with an unyielding iron and blood voice.

"Follow me!" He raised his sword aloft again, pointing at the weakest link of the enemy in front of him.

The soldiers' response rang out almost immediately, their voices condensing into the loudest echo on the battlefield: "For glory!" ”

Cheng Ze led his warriors, like wild horses on the loose, bravely rushed to the enemy camp. Every time a sword collides with a sword, it stirs up sparks, like the explosion of stars.

And on the high ground in the distance, Li Ke frowned, his eyes as sharp as a bird of prey, watching every detail of the battlefield. The adjutant general beside him nervously reported: "The enemy forces are beginning to waver, and our squads are breaking through their first line!" ”

Rick used a calm and firm voice: "Tell all archers, get ready to shoot." Wait until the enemy's confusion reaches its apex, cover the shot with all your might, and catch him off guard. ”

"Yes, General!" The adjutant immediately conveyed the order.

At the same time, Li Keyong instructed the herald beside him: "Pass my order, all reserves will be ready immediately, wait for my signal, and attack on all fronts." ”

"By the general's orders!" The herald quickly passed on the order.

In the middle of the battlefield, Cheng Ze and his team were fighting the enemy, and he shouted from time to time: "Brothers, see it, pierce their shields!" ”

A comrade-in-arms next to him responded loudly: "Follow Cheng Zechong, victory is just around the corner!" ”

Every soldier on the battlefield is interpreting the cruelty and fierceness of the battle with his flesh and blood, and every drop of blood is witnessing their heroism. And Li Keyong, who was in the distance, was directing the direction of this war with his wisdom and calmness, and he knew that every decision would affect the entire battle situation.

Just when the enemy's defensive line was attacked to the weakest by Cheng Ze, Li Ke raised his command knife and issued a decisive order: "The whole army is attacking!" ”

The battle on the battlefield immediately entered the most intense stage, and Cheng Ze and his comrades, as well as Li Keyong and his command, weaved a legendary epic together. Every soldier who participates in the war will become a hero in this story, and their names and bravery will be sung by war songs and remembered by history. In the end, the Khitan army was defeated in a hurry.