The next two days were unusually peaceful.

The rest of the team either entered Jianye City or wandered around Jiangnan.

And nothing else happened on Li Qiang and Zhou Fa's side.

Zhou Fa's equestrian skills have improved a lot, and after Li Qiang's "Cold Dragon Stone Array" was completed, after two days of rest, his true qi recovered seventy-seven eighty-eight.

In the past two days, Zhou Fa and the girl beside him at the banquet that day had a hot fight, but Li Qiang never saw Duoduo Qimuge again.

She was not visible at the lunchtime, nor by the campfire at night.

The girl almost disappeared, and no one in the Su branch asked about the sentence: "I heard that Duoduo Qimu Ge drilled your felt tent last night?"

Where did she go? Li Qiang didn't know.

Li Gaoming has been busy training troops these days, and occasionally finds time to chat with Li Qiang, mostly about current affairs in Chang'an and the grassland.

It's going to be war.

Li Qiang could clearly feel the breath of war, everyone in the tribe became hurried, and the smiles on everyone's faces were getting less and less these days. When there is a disagreement in the big tent, there will be a loud quarrel.

The shepherds who were outside kept coming back, mounted their horses, stepped on their scimitars, and joined the training team.

The scouts were sent out in waves, and information about the Uguru tribe was sent back one by one.

"Dada... Da Da..."

A fast horse rushed towards the big tent of the Soviet branch like a whirlwind, and the scouts who used to deliver letters would dismount at the entrance of the village and trot to send information into the big tent, but today the scene of galloping horses in the village is particularly strange.

Something happened!

Soon after the fast horses entered the village, a low trumpet sounded in the tribe.

All the men in the tribe who could step on their horses came out of their tents and gathered in the central clearing. A warrior who delivered a message hurriedly ran over: "Holy Wolf Messenger, Da Ai Jin is looking for you to go to the big tent to discuss matters!"

Sure enough, something happened!

According to the news from the scout Kuaima, Wugulu had gathered his troops yesterday, and more than 10,000 iron horsemen had left the village that day, and now they had killed less than thirty miles away from the Su branch. There are elders in the tribe who gather the shepherds, and in two or three days there will be four or five thousand people who will join up with Uguru, and after four or five days there will be three or four thousand people who will come.

The shepherds of the Su branch were all gathered, and more than 7,000 men mounted their horses and prepared to go out of the village to meet the enemy.

"I didn't expect them to come so quickly. ”

"The other side has more than 10,000 brave and good iron horsemen, and in a few days it will become 20,000. ”

"Immortal God, is the Su branch going to perish today?"

The elders of the Su branch kept shouting with mournful faces.

Su Zhiyi was silent with his hands in his hands, and his face was gloomy as if he had been studying ink all day.

The original plan to gather all his forces and deliver a fatal blow to Uguru through a sneak attack has come to naught. Uguru took the initiative to lead the army to kill him, and now there are more than 10,000 iron cavalry thirty miles away, and it will increase to 20,000 in a few days!

But all the soldiers of the Soviet branch combined, there are less than 8,000 people.

Li Gaoming looked at the Xi people of the Su branch who were frightened one by one before the war started, and suddenly took the case: "Are you going to admit defeat before you have already fought? Are the men of the Su branch all miscreants? Otherwise, you should go out and surrender now, and see if Wugulu will spare your lives, and see if Wugulu will spare your wives and children!"

The rules of the prairie are clear to everyone present.

Once the Su branch was conquered by the iron cavalry of Ugulu, most of the people like the Su branch were thriving, and the elders were killed, and all the clansmen were already the best end. Even Wu Guru would be afraid that he would not be able to control the 20,000 slaves of the Su Branch, except for Ejin and the Elders, it was not impossible to kill all the men in the Su Branch who were taller than the wheels.

"Now is the time when the number of enemies is the lowest, there are only 10,000 people on the opposite side, as long as you step on the knife and cut off one and a half on the opposite side, you can save your wives and children, you can kill Wugulu, and make the Su branch the Khan King of the entire Xi people!"

After listening to Li Gaoming's words, the elders of the Su branch reacted, since the moment they chose to pursue the Wugulu scouts a few days ago, they had no way to retreat.

No, it is since a few years ago, under the leadership of Su Zhi Yisi, the Su branch has become the second most prosperous tribe among the Xi people after the Wugulu, and even threatened the Wugulu tribe, they have no way out.

They had no choice, even if they surrendered at this moment, they would not be able to save their lives, their sons would be slaughtered, and their wives would be humiliated.

They have no choice but to take a scimitar and a bow and arrow at this moment, and it is possible to defend their homeland, their wives, their children, their lives.

Even if he dies in battle, he can at least preserve his dignity as a soldier.

"Inform all the men in the Su branch who can step on the war horse and pick up the scimitar, follow me to carry the knife, go out of the village, and meet the enemy!" Su Zhi Yisi issued a short and powerful order.

Li Gaoming said very clearly in the account just now, now is the time when the number of people on the opposite side is the smallest, if it drags on for a few more days, and the people of Wugulu arrive, the Su branch may never have a chance again......

The blue sky covers the verdant grasslands, and the wind carries the temperature of the sun. The earth rumbled and shook for a noon, and in the not warm sun, the soldiers of the Soviet branch and the Uguru tribe met.

Tens of thousands of war horses are displayed on both sides of the grassland, only seven or eight hundred meters apart. Without a moment's sprint of the war horse, the men and horses of the two divisions will blend together, and compose a hymn of iron and blood with the beautiful melody of countless scimitars.

The number of fighters in the Soviet branch was significantly smaller than on the opposite side. But in terms of momentum, it is not inferior to the other side.

After Li Gaoming's training in the past few days, their formation was a little neater, and each soldier had a hint of determination to fight against the water.

Da Eijin had told them in front of the tent just now, that the cruel Uguru had come with iron horses to crush their homes.

When they raise their scimitars, they are protecting their wives and children, their cattle and sheep and their felt tents.

As long as a half-black warrior is hacked to death before falling, it will ensure that the child will not be slaughtered and the woman will not be bullied.

As long as the enemy in front of you is defeated, the Su branch will be the khan of the entire Xi people, and you will be able to drink oil tea with milk and honey every day!

"Warriors, raise your sword with me!"

Su Zhiyi shouted, pulled out the scimitar from his waist and raised it above his head.

In an instant, more than 7,000 scimitars were raised, and a huge forest of knives shone dazzlingly in the sun.

"Kill!"

Nearly 20,000 war horses on both sides urged at the same time, galloping on the ground, shaking the mountains and shaking the sound for nine days. The distance of seven or eight hundred meters was filled by the horse's hooves in the blink of an eye, and the warriors on both sides rushed together with scimitars.

The length of the scimitar of the Xi people is about 20 centimeters, usually placed on the side of the saddle, the blade is made of fine steel, and the handle is generally made of wood or horn. The curved part of the blade is long and protruding, but the part near the handle is straight. This is conducive to using the impact of the horse to cut off the enemy's head and helmet when the knight charges.

At the first wave of the charge, such a scene occurred, with the horses on both sides galloping, and the huge relative speed allowed the encounter to come sooner than all the warriors expected. The fighters who rushed in the first row did not even react, and their heads were cut off in whole by the scimitar. Bright red sprayed more than two meters in the air, and then rained down on the faces, blades, and leather robes of the soldiers on both sides.

The heavy smell of blood spread with the wind on the steppe, and drifted to the tip of every soldier's nose and every felt tent of the Soviet branch.

When the fierce battle between the two sides was in full swing, a dozen strangely dressed people appeared on the hills not far from the battlefield.

They wore ring-shaped crowns with portraits and feathers of various birds. Waist mirror, striped skirt, giant drum, is the shaman of the grassland!

"The shaman of Xue Yantuo is here!"

"The shaman of Xue Yantuo is here!"

A cry of desperation was passed among the soldiers of the Soviet branch.