In the far horizon, the sky was full of wild sand, and countless Turkic horses were like flying arrows galloping across the desert like meteors. The horseshoes kicked the ground, shaking the ground.
The knights on horseback were dressed in fur robes and fur felt hats, their deep-set eyes were wild blue, and their pointed noses were as rebellious as the Turkic people. The faces of the knights were full of excitement and greed. Countless sharp scimitars were held high in their thick arms, shining faintly under the sunlight.
The Turks are coming! The dust all over the sky is like dark clouds descending from the sky, and their speed is several times faster than imagined! The spectacular scene of the tens of thousands of war horses neighing vigorously and galloping across the desert is heart-wrenching. Trembling.
The sky-shaking sound seemed to shake Lin Wanrong's heart out. Looking at the dark clouds, dust, war horses and people in the distance mixed into the sky and the earth, there was an incomparable shock in the desolation. No matter how great you are, in this unparalleled momentum In front of them, they will all become incomparably small.
Lin Wanrong's eyes were wide open, his face was flushed red, and the blood was flowing in the blood vessels all over his body, gradually heating up.
"Brothers, get ready—" With a wave of Du Xiuyuan's long sword, tens of thousands of Dahua soldiers immediately took their positions. Their solemn faces showed a little nervousness. For the first time on the battlefield, the spears in their hands trembled slightly.
The scouts along the way came to report quickly, and the tension permeated everyone's hearts. Dahua's first battle is finally about to start!
Lin Wanrong, who was at the forefront, couldn't think of anything at this time, only the sound of rumbling horseshoes flashed in front of his eyes. Only the sharp swords of the barbarians. At this moment of uncertainty between life and death, even the most timid coward has an urge to burn with blood.
The battlefield that can turn a coward into a hero!
Forty miles, thirty miles, twenty miles... There are more than ten thousand cavalry from the barbarians. At a speed unimaginable by ordinary people, they moved forward rapidly. Gradually, the vibration became louder and louder, and the dust and sand swept the ten miles in front of them into an impenetrable mist. The caps are clearly visible.
"The barbarian is ten miles away from me—" the scout in front shouted loudly, and everyone's hearts tightened in an instant. Countless warriors stared into the distance, the handles of the knives in their hands were about to be crushed.
"Wuli—" Lin Wanrong held his breath, as if the world had frozen at this moment. He could no longer hear any sound, and what he saw was the fangs of the barbarians who were close at hand.
Dust all over the sky swept over his face, sand poured into the corner of his mouth, and he had a bitter taste. Lin Wanrong spat, but was surprised to find out. Hu Yun in the distance seemed to slow down gradually, and the sound of hoofbeats became less and less.
After a while, the endless flying black clouds seemed to stop suddenly. The horse's neighing could not be heard, but a few sparse hooves came into the ears, and the Turkic cavalry slowly stopped their running pace. Hua generals' eardrums.
Tens of thousands of knights left as soon as they said, and stopped as soon as they said, and even the horses cooperated just right. Neat and tidy, they stopped two or three miles away from Wuyuan City. The Turkic cavalry was really powerful and terrifying.
Lin Wanrong's heart sank, and he had a clearer understanding of the fighting power of the Hu people.
"Why did the Hu people stop suddenly?" Du Xiuyuan stood beside him, frowning and asked, "Could it be that they discovered something abnormal?"
Lin Wanrong's face sank like water, she shook her head slightly, letting the wind and sand blow against her cheeks. The desert, where the sound of hoofbeats were ringing just now, seemed to suddenly become quiet. The neighing of steeds, and the sound of hunting winds with fluttering flags seemed so insignificant to the ears of all soldiers. The deadly silence of the battlefield, and even the sound of a steel needle falling to the ground, can arouse the vigilance of both sides.
Lin Wanrong jumped onto the highest mound, took a long shouting microphone made of diabolo, and shouted into the distance: "Junior Turkic, listen up, I am Dahua Million Lions right-wing pioneer Marshal Lin Sanye! Where is Nur Soha?!"
Gathering all his strength, his voice could be heard far away along the microphone. Amid the wind and sand all over the sky, there was an unstoppable heroic spirit.
The Turkic people on the opposite side were all silent, and no one responded to his call. The fierce light in their eyes shot straight at Wuyuan City through the desert wind and sand.
"If Nur Suha has already caught up, with the Turk's ferocious nature, he will never shrink back and not come out to answer. It seems that he must still be in the rear army, and he has not had time to rush to the front." Du Xiuyuan followed. He calmly analyzed beside him.
Lin Wanrong nodded, and shouted: "You and other Turkic villains have invaded the border of our Dahua country by taking advantage of their power. It is unacceptable to slaughter my people. In the name of the Marshal of the Dahua Lion Right Road, I order you to retreat quickly , and then ordered the Turkic Vija Khan to write a letter of surrender and send it to our Dahua Heavenly Dynasty. He will make an offering every year and bow down to our Emperor. !",, There was a commotion in the Turkic people on the opposite side, and the war horse neighed continuously, presumably they heard his shouting, someone translated it, and the Turkic people were furious. The war horse on the opposite side began to move slowly, and the sound of hooves gradually became louder.
Suddenly, a dull sound of hoofbeats broke the silence on both sides, and the neat formation of the Turks slowly moved to the two sides, and a group of Buggy cavalry rushed up from the back of the Turks. The last wolf head with its bloody mouth open is clearly visible. A tall and tall horse under the flag is showing off its power, and immediately sitting is a Turkic man with deep eye sockets and a high nose bridge. He was much larger than ordinary Turkic people, holding a heavy mace in his hand, his hair was curled up, his eyes were fierce, and his open bloody mouth gleamed coldly. Judging by his appearance and momentum, he should be the Turkic pioneer Nur Suha.
This Turkic man, Uli Guala, shouted loudly, and his voice could be transmitted without the help of a megaphone. His voice was really terrifying.
Lin Wanrong couldn't understand what this fellow was talking about, so Du Xiuyuan translated in a low voice: "General, this man is Nur Soha. He said he would fight you, capture you alive, and drink your heart and lungs."
Lin Wanrong was furious, and shouted into the microphone: "Nur Suha boy, you don't know how to learn, and you still talk nonsense when you come to my Dahua. If you have the guts, you will fight with my Dahua. I will definitely show you how powerful I am!"
Apparently there was also an interpreter over there, Nur Suha let out a yell, his eyes bulging like copper bells, he waved his big hairy hand, and shouted something in Hu language. The Turkic brigade was like an exploding sand pile, thousands of horses chanting in unison, rushing forward.
Turkic war horses are extremely fast, and the knights are all grown up on horseback. They are extremely skilled in their movements. In the blink of an eye, the galloping dark clouds come back, and countless locusts flow like sand. The earth was so loud that it went straight up, trying to burst people's eardrums. That momentum, that imposing manner, is even worse than that of Fang Fang.
Lin Wanrong's heart skipped a beat, and he roared, "Brothers, get ready—"
The voice of the scouts in front reported loudly: "The barbarians are three miles away from me—"
"The barbarian is two miles away from me—"
"Light it up!!" Lin Wanrong pulled out his saber quickly, and the snowy light shot up into the sky. He let out a long roar, and he looked so majestic amidst the hoofbeats of the barbarians.
"Boom" "Boom", the two cannons that Du Xiuyuan moved into the city, with a desolate howl, went straight to the distance and stuck out their angry tongues. With long roars, the cannonball drew a beautiful arc and landed in the middle of the barbarian cavalry. Several Turkic war horses flew with flesh and blood in an instant, and the blazing flames shot up into the sky. Dozens of barbarians were drowned in the sea of flames.
The bloody light seemed to arouse the ferocity of the Turkic people, and the footsteps of the brigade never stopped. They stepped on the horses and the corpses of their companions, shouting slogans that no one could understand. Tens of thousands of war horses are like rolling black clouds, shooting towards Wuyuan City at full speed. That momentum directly changed the color of the world.
The two cannons kept roaring, and the bores of the cannons became hot. However, compared with the Hu people, this artillery fire is just a drop in the bucket, how can it stop the Turkic people from advancing. The Hu people left dozens of corpses, but the cavalry of ten thousand people broke through the blockade of artillery fire in an instant, and directly pressed Wuyuan City.
Three hundred feet, two hundred feet, one hundred feet, the barbarian's arrows fell down the city with the sound of wind.
"Rocketmen!" Du Xiuyuan waved his long sword, and eight hundred rocketmen held longbows, aiming at the barbarians to ride, and thousands of rockets were launched all at once. The Turkic people who rushed to the front fell off their horses, and the fire instantly ignited their clothes. There was an endless stream of screams. The Turkic people who followed were unstoppable, quickly passed through their injured companions, and arrived in front of the city in the blink of an eye. He took up the bow and arrow in his hand and shot towards the city.
"Serial Crossbow—" Lin Wanrong flew a stream arrow, and shouted steadily.
A crossbowman had already rushed forward to take the place of the rocketeer. This serial crossbow was meticulously improved by Xu Zhiqing, and the shooting was accurate. The speed is fast, which is very suitable for defending the city. Countless serial crossbows shot at the barbarians in front of them like flying locusts.
The Turkic people were only tens of feet away from the city wall, but they were turned on their backs by this burst of powerful crossbow shots. The screams were endless, and the damage this time was much stronger than that of the artillery and rockets.
Suddenly there was a long shout in the Turkic formation, and four or five thousand black-clothed heavy riders rushed out like the wind, and rushed straight to the top of the city. This Turkic heavy cavalry was dressed in thick armor, his body was tightly attached to the horse's mane, his face was more sturdy, and the horse moved faster, reaching the city in the blink of an eye. It was too late for the serial crossbowman to shoot.
This is the time for hand-to-hand combat! A Turkic heavy horse riding a prancing horse crossed the earth wall and was passing over his head, becoming the first Turkic person to invade Wuyuan City.
Lin Wanrong let out a long cry, the blade stirred, blood splashed, the Turkic horse was cut in half by him, and the Turkic knight fell heavily to the ground. Lin Wanrong stepped forward quickly, gathered all his strength, and stabbed the barbarian in the chest with a knife. A long bloodstain shot up into the sky and landed on his helmet. On his face, the hot blood stimulated his whole body to boil, and he felt like he was burning. .
With a long roar, Lin Wanrong pulled out a long knife from the barbarian's chest, and his blood rushed to the sky.
"Kill—" He gathered all his strength and roared majesticly.
"Kill—" Encouraged by him, the blood in their chests was instantly ignited, and countless shouts rose to the sky. The brave Dahua Erlang rushed out of the bunker and fought with the heavy cavalry of the Hu people.
The ferocity of the Turkic people is indeed well-deserved. They have excellent riding skills, superb sword skills, are tall and strong, and have infinite strength.
These 10,000 elite soldiers were all elites brought out by Lin Wanrong from Shandong. They are already second to none in Dahua, and their lethality is not weak, but compared with the heavy cavalry of the Hu people, the gap is still obvious. During the fierce battle with the Hu people, the gap in physical strength and experience gradually became apparent.
The Turkic swordsmanship is simple and practical, and almost every blow is fatal, but the Dahua soldiers are full of enthusiasm, fearless of death, and make up for their physical disadvantages with incomparable confidence.
The two sides fought fiercely, the Turks kept breaking their halberds, and countless Dahua sons fell down. The blood gurgling on their chests stained the dust of the desert red.
There are sword lights everywhere, bloodstains everywhere, the small Wuyuan, the fortress on the flat ground, instantly evolved into a coordinate that will always be remembered in the history of Dahua and Turks.
"Ah—" There was a shocking long howl, and a Dahua soldier's eyes turned red, and he threw away his thigh that had been cut off by the barbarians. In the blood, he jumped up on one leg like a blood-stained god of war, He pressed the barbarian under him severely, and opened his mouth like a Turkic man biting him. The barbarian roared violently, pierced his chest with a scimitar, picked up the tip of the knife, and actually dug out his intestines, blood spilled all over the ground.
"Bastard, fuck your eight times ancestor—" Lin Wanrong roared, his eyes were open, he jumped up like a lion, rushed forward, aimed at the dog's head, and roared like crazy The sound spread throughout Wuyuan City: "Bastard, I'll fucking kill you—Huren dog bastard, you all come, come to me—"
Seeing his crazy appearance, the high chief was startled and rushed to protect him. Du Xiuyuan cut off the neck of the barbarian beside him with one knife, rushed to him and said: "General, general—"
Lin Wanrong squeezed his fingers, and slowly closed the eyes of the dead soldier, his eyes were bloodshot and he said in a low voice, "Brother Du, how many barbarians have invaded Wuyuan?"
Du Xiuyuan cut open the flying arrow with a single knife, and replied: "At least fifty percent."
Lin Wanrong looked around and saw that the yellow sand in Wuyuan City had already been stained red with blood. Countless sons and daughters fell in the desert, standing, lying, and hugging the barbarians. Complete, and no one can close their eyes peacefully. That young body gradually merged with the desert.
Lin Wanrong gritted his teeth and his eyes were red and swollen. Looking at the Turkic people rushing into the city from a distance, he suddenly looked up to the sky and shouted: "You bastards, I want you to pay with blood! Du Xiuyuan, send an order, the whole army retreats—"
"The whole army retreats—" Du Xiuyuan uttered a trombone, and the remaining Dahua soldiers roared in unison. Gathering all their strength, they drove back the barbarian in front of them with one blow, jumped on their horses, turned around and ran out of the city.
Seeing that Dahua was retreating, the Turkic cavalry immediately blew their long horns, and the sound of horseshoes outside the city became even louder. Countless Turkic cavalry rushed in, passed through Wuyuan City, and pursued the remnants of Dahua.
Lin Wanrong led Gao Chief and Hu Bugui to stay at the end. After Gao Chief chopped five Hu people off his horse, Lin Wanrong gritted his teeth and snorted: "Both brothers, let's go!"
The three of them got on their horses, and the cold arrows swished from behind and shot straight at the vest. The Hu people obviously recognized the "Marshal Lin San, Marshal Lin San from the right of Dahua Xiongshi" who had just shouted, and immediately shouted continuously, and looked extremely excited.
The remnants of Dahua were galloping in front, and countless barbarians were chasing after them, across the vast desert. The two armies pulled out a long black line, which was extremely spectacular.
Lin Wanrong turned around and looked around, behind him thousands of horses were roaring, and the black Turkic cavalry came chasing like bees. In Wuyuan city far away, Turkic people are still entering. He turned the horse's head suddenly, and the horse flew into the air: "Du Xiuyuan, shoot an arrow!"
Waiting for this moment, Du Xiuyuan's expression was shocked, and he took out the arrow from his bosom.
"Chi—" "Chi—" two screams cut through the sky, and a few beautiful fireworks bloomed in the blowing sand of the desert.
Lin Wanrong clenched her palms tightly, quietly waiting for that moment to come. Every minute and every second at this moment is so long in his eyes.
"Boom—" "Boom—" these angry howls. It fell into Lin Wanrong's ears, it was as beautiful as the sound of a fairy. As soon as the arrows fell, Li Sheng's cannons roared in unison. Blossoming fireworks flickered, and they rushed straight to Wuyuan City. The defeated Dahua remnant soldiers stopped involuntarily, their eyes flashed with excitement, and they gathered behind Lin Wanrong. Everyone looked at Wuyuan from a distance, and a cluster of thick black smoke rose into the sky. But there was no fire as imagined. When he was anxious, there were several mournful and long screams, and the artillery fire of Shenji Battalion seemed to have eyes. Right in the center of Wuyuan City.
"Boom", roared like the earth was shaking and the mountains were shaking, the shining fire was eye-catching, Wuyuan City was like burning firecrackers, the fires kept shining, and huge smoke and dust rose into the sky.
"One, two, three, four—" Lin Wanrong counted silently. Explosions continued, the earth trembled, and Wuyuan in the distance was like a huge mushroom, which was overturned in the sky by bursts of fire. Countless war horses and Turkic people flew straight into the sky amidst rumbling explosions, turning into ghosts outside the sky. Their mournful howls could not be heard, their shouts could not be heard, and all the sounds were lost in the sound waves of the explosion.
The Turkic people who had chased out of the city were stunned. Looking at the bloody cloud of dust and flesh rising up behind them, even the horses under them were trembling. For the first time, they felt a sense of fear.
Countless explosions and flames, one after another, the desert seemed to be divided into two parts, and the trembling feeling made everyone look sideways.
Lin Wanrong's face was calm, his eyes were as cold as the ice and snow in Tianshan Mountain, he let out a long breath, pulled out his long knife vigorously, and roared hoarsely: "The time for revenge has come! Don't give the Turkic people any chance, for the sake of the dead brothers, kill them!" Just them!—go—”
"Kill them all! Go—" The long-accumulated resentment and anger of the soldiers who had just experienced the bloody battle erupted in an instant, and the tragic situation of the brothers who were as close as brothers inspired their murderous intent even more. At this moment of turning defeat into victory, only blood is the best memorial to the dead brothers. The remnants of Dahua turned their horses' heads, red eyes, like the most ferocious wolves, and went straight to kill the Turkic cavalry. 5. Lin Wanrong took the lead and rushed to the front, the wind roared on both sides, and the face of the brother who died tragically flashed in front of his eyes. He couldn't remember anything, and there was only one word in his mind-Kill! Kill! Kill!
He didn't know where the strength came from. When he got into the crowd of Turkic people, he slashed fiercely. There was no technique, only a single slash!! It seemed that there was a strange and powerful force that made him an invincible warrior in an instant. In his eyes, it was like the red rain flying in the desert, which was used to wash away the century-old humiliation of Dahua.
"Brother Lin is crazy—" Gao Chief murmured, his eyes were moist, and he suddenly shouted: "I'm going to be crazy too—" He entered the enemy group with one sword at a time, and Lin Wanrong leaned on each other, holding the sword in his hand After falling, one Turkic man after another was beheaded by him.
This group of remnant soldiers who had retreated suddenly seemed to have been reborn, and each of them was extremely powerful, rushing towards the Turkic cavalry desperately. Even the most skilled Turkic soldiers couldn't help it with their momentum and strength. Extremely horrified.
"Kill—" Dust flew up from the south, thousands of dragon flags fluttered high, and there was an earth-shattering loud noise. Hundreds of thousands of elite elites came rolling in like dust that suddenly surged in the desert. Hu Bugui, who rushed to the front, was riding a gallant horse like the wind. He stood on the saddle with his legs together, and the blood in his eyes made the Hu people terrified.
It is at this moment to wash away the century-old humiliation of Dahua!
Although the Turkic people were powerful in battle, all of them were wiped out in the city. The 20,000 or so soldiers who came forward were cut off from the rear and became a lone army. No matter how great the combat power is, it can only be lost in this long yellow sand.
In a daze, his arms were already swollen and painful, and he couldn't think of anything except swinging the knife. He, Gao Chief, Du Xiuyuan and the other three retreated to become vanguards, covering all the way, the battle robes on their bodies had already been stained with blood, and they couldn't see clearly.
During this fight, there were countless adventures in the middle, several times he was about to be killed by a barbarian's sword, but for some reason, he always took the lead in the last blow.
Zuoqiu's left side and Xu Zhiqing's central army came just in time, cutting the Hu people who were chasing out of the city into several sections and completely encircling and suppressing them. Of the 60,000 troops at the vanguard of the Hu people, 15,000 were reimbursed in Wuyuan City. Most of the more than 20,000 people outside the city have been wiped out, and a small part is still fighting stubbornly, but it has not hindered the overall situation. It is a little regrettable that there are still more than 20,000 Turkic cavalry who have not had time to enter the city, including the Turkic pioneer Nur Suha. In the flames of Wuyuan City, Nur Suha watched the fierce fighting on the opposite side, but he didn't dare to make any further moves.
"Happy, happy!" Hu Bugui's face was flushed with excitement, his armor had already been stained with blood, and the steel knife was already curled. He gestured excitedly: "I have been fighting Hu for so many years, and this is the most enjoyable killing. General Lin, you don't know, I have never seen such a desperate look in the eyes of Turkic people! Forty thousand, forty thousand Hu people Then, is there anything more enjoyable than this?!"
In the first battle, more than 40,000 Turkic elites could be wiped out. This is really a great victory. There is no doubt that this battle will be famous through the ages.
Lin Wanrong was exhausted, and sighed lightly: "Brother Hu, how much did our army lose in battle?!"
Hu Bugui's expression darkened: "Although we have a big advantage in this battle, the Hu people's combat strength is really strong. Our army died more than 10,000 people. Among them, more than 6,000 were brothers who accompanied you and stationed in Wuyuan."
Lin Wanrong gritted her teeth, her eyes turned red instantly. Gao Chief and Du Xiuyuan were also silent.
"Brother Hu, how long will it take for the Turkic follow-up troops to arrive?" He sighed and asked in a hoarse voice.
Hu Bugui said: "It took about two hours. On the opposite side, Nur Suha was waiting for the arrival of the Hu people's follow-up reinforcements. Master Xu asked us to quickly clear the battlefield and evacuate immediately to avoid a head-on collision with the Turkic army."
Lin Wanrong nodded and looked around. After the war, there was chaos everywhere, gunpowder smoke billowed, flames splashed, and the dripping blood dyed the dust and sand of the desert red. In the distance, long wooden boards are lined up in a row, and dry branches are placed underneath. The remains of the fallen soldiers were placed neatly together, with tens of thousands of troops standing quietly beside them. Staring at the comrades-in-arms who get along day and night, tears flicker.
Lin Wanrong tightened his palms and said, "Have all the remains of the brothers been collected?"
"The ones who died in battle outside the city are all gathered in one place, and the remains have been sorted out." Hu Bugui's nose was sore: "I'm afraid we won't be able to find the ones in Wuyuan City."
Fireworks in Wuyuan City. It is the best tribute to them. Lin Wanrong sighed and walked slowly towards the remains of the fallen soldiers.
Young faces flashed in front of my eyes, with some familiarity. There are also unfamiliar ones. Although the remains have been sorted out, the tragic death is still shocking. They are all wives, husbands, and children of their parents. How many people are praying day and night, looking forward to their safe return? How do they know that the person in their dreams they worry about day and night has long been turned into a pool of bones under the setting sun in the depths of the desert. ,, Lin Wanrong's heart was twisted like a knife, two lines of tiger's tears dripped silently, and he knelt down silently, followed by Du Xiuyuan, Gao Chief, and Hu Bugui. Tens of thousands of soldiers, with tears streaming down their faces, followed behind the commander, kneeling for long.
After being silent for a long time, Du Xiuyuan said softly: "General, the time has come. The remains of the brothers cannot fall into the hands of the barbarians. Please give the brothers a ride." Lin Wanrong took a long breath and took the torch in Du Xiuyuan's hand , gritted his teeth, threw the torch and fell on the dead branches, and the raging fire spread slowly from near to far, engulfing those young faces. Since then, there have been tens of thousands of heroic spirits in the depths of the desert.
Hu Bugui said: "General, we are about to evacuate, but we have seized tens of thousands of horses from the Hu people. Due to time constraints, there are still more than 5,000 horses that are difficult to tame and cannot be taken away for a while. What should we do with this?" ?”
"How to deal with it?" Lin Wanrong snorted, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "Every needle and thread, every grass and tree, will never be left to the Turkic people!"
Hu Bugui gave him a puzzled look, and Lin Wanrong's fists creaked loudly: "All Turkic horses that are difficult to tame, beheaded on the spot, and the whole army will do it. Turkic people are ruthless, we must be more ruthless than him! "
"Okay, that's it! I, Dahua, suffered from being weak before!" Hu Bugui yelled, his eyes flickering.
Turkic Malaysia really lived up to its reputation. Although it was frightened by the flames of war, it still had steady steps and high-spirited hooves. It's just that they are wild and difficult to tame for a while.
Seeing thousands of Turkic war horses neighing in front of his eyes, Hu Bugui blushed with excitement and slaughtered Hu people's war horses like cutting cabbage.
"Prepare—" Hu Bugui's eyes flickered fiercely, and he swung his big hand down forcefully: "Cut—"
"Chop—" Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, and five thousand Turkic horses neighed long and suddenly, their heads fell apart in an instant.
Lin Wanrong stepped on his horse, looked at the passionate soldiers in front of him, and suddenly felt a strong sense of responsibility in his heart.
"Go—" he roared, turned the horse's head, and took the lead. Tens of thousands of troops stepped on their horses, followed behind the commander, and left in the dust. Countless majestic figures slowly disappeared in the depths of the desert...
Five thousand Turkic horses were decapitated and their blood dried up. In the sunset shrouded in sand and mist, five thousand horse heads were lined up neatly, forming two bloody characters that made the enemy tremble - "Dahua"!