In the winter night, the air spreads over the golden watchtower, and the cold moon shines on the iron clothes.
Outside the large camp where troops were stationed outside Xinzhou City, all kinds of soldiers were already arrayed in front.
The infantry is in the center, the cavalry is divided into two wings, and the archers are hidden behind the front line of infantry. A small part of the infantry was heavy infantry, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other. They were specially designed to restrain the Tatar nomads and were good at shooting. They could not only attack and kill, but also defend the opponent's bow and arrow. It's just that there are more light infantry and light cavalry, with less load, fast action, and easy adjustment. If commanded properly, in this dim night, like a feather leaf, it can silently complete a bloody slaying raid!
On the tower, the drums of war are getting stronger.
The torches lit in the dark night fluttered with the flags in the wind.
The faces of the 30,000 soldiers were blurred into general appearances by light and shadow.
On the stage, the bloodstains of the old days have been washed away, leaving only mottles of dried up learning in the gaps between the iron and the wood. Yan Lin's clear and stoic face is extremely bright because it stands on a high place. .
Before the red sun rises, he is the sun in the dark night.
The scorching fire burned in the depths of his pupils, making the suppressed ambitions and revenge ambitions for the past two years, all rising up with the boiling heart at this moment, turned into a swept-up aura, let him draw his sword out Sheath, hold the three-foot green peak high!
For a time, the four fields were full of mountains and tsunamis!
"Tread Yanmen, defend the country!"
"Destroy the Tartars, save the princess!"
"Life and death, don't lose each other!"
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The army in Xinzhou originally numbered 100,000, but it fell under the rule of the Xiao clan. One was chaos in military affairs, and the other was neglect of military training. Only less than half of the people who could really be selected for battle in a short period of time. In this winter, attacking the Tartars is not a common strategy for the military. It should be won by surprise, quick victory, and narrow victory. Although Tartar is a country, it can be compared with Dagan in only three provinces. Thirty thousand soldiers are enough to fight. The other party was caught off guard, disheartened.
"The prince looks like a hero like a boy..."
On the high tower, Lu Xian stood beside the burning torches, feeling the cold wind blowing from his face, looking at the scene of the army attacking in the distance, he couldn't help but sigh deeply, but then he was silent.
"The rise and fall of the common people suffer, how many people will die in this battle?"
Xie Wei was not far away.
There was an arrow target on the flat ground on the tower.
His blue-green Taoist robe was blown by the cold wind of hunting, but his icy fingers soaked in coolness were placed on the long bow, and he dragged a carved feather arrow, aimed at the center of the target, and said only: "Again. how?"
Lu Xian was speechless.
Although he has never been a saint who sympathizes with all living beings, if he sees the suffering of the common people and the suffering of the human world, it is inevitable that he will feel a little bit of sympathy. But Xie Ju'an, who seems to be modest and tolerant, benevolent and kind-hearted, actually shows an amazing coldness when it comes to this kind of blood-stained thousands of miles, soldiers and wars.
Human life is a must, and all living beings are chess pieces.
However, it is undeniable that in this amazing coldness, there is a kind of candlelight and insight that is almost isolated from the world.
"Heaven has no Tao, and people govern it. However, the world is mediocre, and the people have no wisdom. How can you stand without breaking, and how can you live without dying? In this world, except for the word 'death', there is no reason to speak. If you don't know death, How do you know how to live?"
"Whoosh" there was a sound.
The eagle-like arrow left the string and slammed into the target. It was so powerful that it split the wooden target with a "click" and fell to the rear. In the cold night, there was a loud noise.
Xie Wei's expressionless face was as calm as a deep stream.
"I let them know they're alive and they should thank me."
Lu Xian held his breath for it, and then slowly let out a breath, but he was more certain than the previous two days: Xie Ju'an was in a really bad mood.
The further north you go, the later the sun rises.
At the end of the day, the Tartar border camp was still shrouded in a dim dark blue, and it was extremely quiet. The soldiers on inspection were just in time for the handover. They either stayed up all night or just woke up. Most of them were a little sleepy, and it was the time when their vigilance was at their lowest.
But at this moment, a scream broke the silence!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Dagan's army is coming, enemy attack—"
Some people didn't even hear it right the first time, thinking that they were in a dream, and only after walking a few steps did they realize that they were stunned and horrified.
All the camps were suddenly full of people.
The soldiers in their sleep hurriedly put on their armor and went into battle, while the sentinels who passed on hurriedly jumped on their horses and ran to the royal court!
Who would have imagined this unusual surprise attack
Neither in the season of spring, nor in the day when the sun is shining, but it is the winter that they think is absolutely impossible, and the cold night that is absolutely impossible!
Attack it unprepared, to be prepared to fight without suffering.
As the saying goes, "Soldiers are deceitful."
The Tartar King Yanda was in his prime. Last night, he had a hearty battle with several concubines. In fact, it was not long before he stopped. When he heard a police call from outside, he felt a splitting headache. He jumped furiously, and kicked over several cases spread on the sheepskin blanket with one foot.
"How could a well-rounded Dagan attack come in, is it because the rumors leaked?"
His face is full of mustaches, and although his eyebrows are quite heroic, he has lost his shadow.
"That woman, what about that woman?!"
All the servant girls who were waiting on the left and right were trembling and knelt on the ground. Over the past two years, they had already clearly understood that the "that woman" in the mouth of the king was the princess who came to Tartar and kissed, and hurriedly said in a trembling voice: "According to the king's instructions. , keep her in the tent, and have not let her out these days."
Yanda's chest heaved and he walked out of the king's tent with a knife in hand.
Along the way, he immediately arranged to deal with the surprise attack, but he kept his feet and walked all the way to a tent with a radius of 30 meters at the east end of the royal court.
At this time the sky was already twilight.
The tent lights up.
A slender and slender figure fell on the snow-white tent. Shen Zhiyi had already heard the chaotic movement outside and got up.
When Yanda rudely opened the curtain and went in, she turned her back to the outside, her hair was tied up in a high bun, revealing a slender and fair neck. I don't know when she had changed out of Tatar's colorful clothes, and she was only looking at herself. The old clothes of the year, opened the dusty box for a long time.
There is the imperial princess' tiara.
The palace clothes woven from the finest silk, in the not bright enough light, also flowed with brilliance.
Yanda pulled out the knife and put it on her neck, gritted her teeth and asked, "Is it you!"
Shen Zhiyi turned her face to look at him.
The faint scar under the corner of her eye is like an old rouge-like scar, imprinting her origin and experience, and it also makes her feel no sense of the blade on her neck, just gently bends the corner of her lips, calmly. And Sen Leng: "Kill me, you all have to die."