Thick clouds appeared majestic, swallowing the sky light. The eagles from the north traversed the vast expanse, and swooped down first, spreading out their wings in the sound of chirping, dispersing the mist, and overlooking the white snow. The falcons came from the south, like sharp arrows, soaring straight to the falcons. With a loud roar, he turned his body and wiped the military flag below, and the sound of the war drums resounded through the Tiankeng in an instant.
The cavalry, like waves, rushed over from the southern tide.
The cavalry remained motionless, and when he could clearly see the cavalry's machete, Yin Chang pulled out the old knife and shouted to the sky, "Open the ditch!"
The imperial guards, who were crawling in the snow, let go of their hands immediately, and as soon as the ropes at both ends fell off, the newly dug horizontal ditch was exposed in front of them. The Biansha cavalry, known for their speed, rushed across the ditch, the horses could not stop, they fell into the horizontal ditch, and the front knee immediately made a snapping sound.
The vanguard cavalry tumbled into the horizontal ditch, smashing their heads. The Imperial Army immediately drew their swords, and the wolf swooped down and fought in the ditch with these forwards. The speed of the cavalry in the rear did not decrease, and the horses jumped over the horizontal ditch and continued to charge forward.
Yin Chang chopped down the cavalry and had to avoid the horses' hooves flying overhead. He dressed as a cat and shouted at the other end: "Tiger, what's the matter with you, you're digging narrowly!"
Tantai Hu's palms were covered in sweat. He stared at the cavalry rushing towards him, and when he heard Yin Chang's shouting, he did not dare to be distracted to answer. He held his own two knives, and silently recited the name of Tantai Long in his mouth.
When the pony was about to touch his face, the cavalry's machete had already attacked, the Tantai Tiger rolled forward, and Xiao Chiye at the rear suddenly protruded the wolf's savage sword, and stabbed the opponent through the cavalry's charge. . The blood splashed, and Tantai Hu took the garrison to squat with a horizontal knife, directly severing the pony's leg.
The war horse neighed mournfully, like a geese that lost its wings, and fell to the ground with its neck up. The cavalry fell off their horses and rolled over. Tantaihu wiped the blood on his face, picked up his two knives, and shouted, "Vengeance!"
The cavalry suffered a series of setbacks, weakened their momentum, and refused to rush forward, but the distance had shrunk, and they wanted to retreat, but Xiao Chiye entered.
Xiao Chiye tapped the horse's belly with the back of his knife, and Lang Taoxue rushed out. The sound of the horse's hoofs from the North Iron Cavalry was as dull as thunder, rushing the wind and snow, smashing the cavalry formation into pieces. The "chariot" did not allow the cavalry to breathe. As long as it was knocked over by the heavy armor, the horse's hooves of the brand iron would trample the flesh and blood and run over the cavalry.
The falcon, with the wind blowing overhead, tried to flee east. Swept the snow and swooped down, hooked the falcon, tore off one of the falcon's wings when passing by the Libei wolf flag, and threw the falcon out.
The cavalry surged back, and the young generals galloped and shouted, and withdrew the ordinary cavalry, scolding the scorpions with Biansha words. The machete immediately closed, watching the Libei Tieqi retreat.
Xiao Chiye returned to the formation slowly, and the columns protruding from all sides quickly merged. The scorpions took the place of the striker, and the hammers they swayed were no longer facing an iron cavalry, but a group of iron cavalry.
Xiao Chiye took the lead in the charge. He suddenly put away the wolf sword in the gallop, and the iron cavalry behind him released the terrifyingly long new sword with his movements. Xiao Chiye leaned over slightly, and they stabbed into the scorpion's team like a flash of cold light in the night.
Xiao Chiye flipped the longer hilt with both hands, and took the head of the scorpion away when the horse passed. In order to reduce weight, the long knife has thinned the blade, and the throat is cut in the blink of an eye. The blood immediately sprayed into the heavy armor, splashed out along the iron arm, and sprinkled on the snow.
The iron hammer couldn't keep up with the speed of the long knife, and he couldn't swing the iron cavalry itself, so he could only watch the Libei cavalry charge into the formation and cut his team in half.
Lang Taoxue broke through the encirclement of the cavalry, exhaled and turned around. Xiao Chiye slanted the long knife and shook off the sticky blood on the blade.
The scorpions on both sides were panting, watching the center lose their horses, blood dripped everywhere Xiao Chiye passed, and the long knife almost scraped off the heads of everyone who blocked him.
Scorpion tightened the reins and murmured in Biansha: "Chidachi..."
The Libei Tieqi drove the horse again, and the scorpions turned their horses around when the muffled thunder started and refused to fight again. The young cavalry generals in the rear watched the scorpions retreat and hurriedly waved their knives to scold them, but to no avail.
Lang Taoxue hurried out, leaving behind the Northern Iron Cavalry.
The cavalry on the south side of the Tiankeng was powerless to resist, and the machete could not pierce through the hard heavy armor. The cavalry, who lost their horses, scrambled to run in the snow, and they snorted white air hurriedly, like a torrent breaking a dike. The Libei Iron Cavalry shook the snow surface, the backward cavalry fell to the ground, and the machete fell out. Before his piercing hand could stick out, it was directly engulfed by the iron cavalry's hooves.
Xiao Chiye stood out from the edge of the formation, he chased the cavalry, just like Xiao Fangxu chased the cavalry thirty years ago, and there was no mercy under the iron hoof. The Libei Iron Cavalry was raging on the front, and the heavy armor crossed the battlefield in a chilling manner, turning into a heavy sword being unsheathed in the eyes of Tantai Tiger.
The scorpion shouted sharply between the galloping horses: "Chidachi!"
Bad wolf!
Seven years ago, Xiao Jiming led his troops southward, known as the Iron Horse Glacier. This night, Xiao Chiye chased the Biansha cavalry for twenty miles, and there was an echo when he stepped on the ground.
"This fucking..." Yin Chang rolled his throat, wiping the blood from his face, thinking silently in his heart.
Strict frost crosses the border, leaving no grass behind.
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Shen Zechuan brewed tea in the tent. The mansion was not good at this, so he just stuffed the rough tea into the teapot, poured it with water, and set it on the fire to burn. He had a folding fan on his knees, and business affairs piled up beside him, but his eyes were fixed on the tea, watching it gradually boil, "gududu" against the blisters.
Hai Rigu squatted at the entrance of the tent, peeked from the gap, and said to Fei Sheng, "I can't cook and drink like this?"
Fei Sheng didn't like this scorpion, he held his arms and looked ahead, listening to the sound of the drums, and said, "You can't drink, what the hell are you doing?"
Shen Zechuan stayed for a while, and when he recovered, the tea was almost dry, he took it down, added water, and continued to boil. The sound of boiling water could cover up the sound of the drums, and he was dazed by the sound, and he did nothing tonight.
Seeing that it was late, Fei Sheng lifted the curtain and came in, and said softly to Shen Zechuan, "Master, take a nap? As soon as there is news ahead, I will call Master."
Shen Zechuan lowered his eyes and did not answer.
Fei Sheng understood that the mansion was unwilling, he dared not persuade him any more, and returned to the gate of the tent to wait. The tea in the military tent boiled overnight, and when it was almost dawn, Shen Zechuan heard the sound of the war drums and stopped.
Shen Zechuan got up and opened the curtain, Fei Sheng hurriedly put on a cloak, accompanied Shen Zechuan out of the tent, and went out. Shen Zechuan waited for another moment in the bright snow mist. It was very cold in the morning, and after standing for a long time, the tip of the nose would turn red from the cold, and the new wind slashed on the face like a knife. After half an hour, Shen Zechuan suddenly heard the sound of horses' hoofs, followed by double images, and Meng returned to the camp first.
Fei Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, relieved, and immediately congratulated Shen Zechuan: "Master, it's done!"
After a sharp spin, he wanted to land on Shen Zechuan's arm. Shen Zechuan was not wearing armbands today, he raised his arm, and there was a whistle from the other end.
Xiao Chiye broke through the vast fog and kept going, and picked up Shen Zechuan when he rushed into the camp. Lang Taoxue slowed down, turned his head with his hooves upside down, and led the two of them into the snow and fog again. They slammed into the air and landed on the military flag, staring at them as they ran away, rubbing their claws clean.
Yin Chang was holding his trophies and wanted to say something, but Fei Sheng pressed him back without letting him open his mouth. The rest of the people looked different. Tantaihu spat his palms, rubbed his palms a little, and said, "...Let's go to the tent first, and the military affairs can be reported later. Don't rush it for a while."
After he finished speaking, he repeated it again, trying to hide it.
"Don't rush this moment."
"Why aren't you in a hurry?" Yin Chang stretched his neck and looked around, wondering, "Mao Shi is going back to the city, and the mansion is in a hurry!