At dawn, Li Ye came to the river bank. He didn't ride a horse, and his cultivation had reached the realm of a real person, so he no longer needed a horse.
It was not yet dawn, the surrounding fields were dark blue, the Yellow River was vast and far away, and the opposite bank was hidden in mist, and I did not know what kind of danger lay ahead.
In front of Li Ye, hundreds of soldiers preparing to build the bridgehead of the pontoon bridge were ready. Behind him, there are three thousand cavalry of Spikes in a strict formation, the soldiers are silent, and their eyes are piercing. Even the war horses were silent, except for a snort or two from time to time. Behind, is the armored army like the tide and the sea.
Li Ye lifted off slowly into the sky, stared at the other side of the Yellow River, shouted orders like bells in the morning and drums in the evening, and spread far and wide: "Build the bridge!"
Hundreds of swordsmen in Tsing Yi took a step ahead and flew from the pontoon bridge to the other side. Hundreds of soldiers followed closely behind, carrying all kinds of supplies, and rushed up the pontoon bridge in an orderly manner.
At the other end of the Yellow River, behind a forest, gathered more than a hundred Qi training monks, and taking advantage of the darkness, 10,000 elite riders who had just arrived not long ago. In front of these people, Cao Xijin was sitting on horseback, looking intently at the Yellow River.
"Report! The Pinglu army started to build the pontoon bridge head! It is estimated that in an hour, the pontoon bridge will be built!" The scouts rode their horses and galloped to report to Cao Xijin.
Cao Xijin raised his eyebrows and remained silent. His lieutenant asked, "If the Pinglu army is allowed to build the bridge, their army will cross the river. Shall we send monks and give them a blow now to destroy the pontoon bridge?"
Cao Xijin was confident: "No need. Let them repair the bridgehead, and I'll strike while it's halfway across!"
"The general is wise!"
Cao Xijin sneered: "The Yellow River is wide enough to bury millions of bones. As long as the Pinglu army dares to cross the river, this is their grave!"
The sky is gradually brightening, the sun is rising, and the morning light is everywhere.
Li Ye stood at the head of the bridge, facing the mighty river, bathed in the morning light, his clothes and hair were curled by the cool river wind, he always looked as usual.
"Report to the Commander-in-Chief, the pontoon bridge has been built!" A junior ran back from the pontoon bridge and clasped his fists in front of Li Ye.
"Shangguan Qingcheng, cross the river!" Li Ye waved his hand.
In front of the Three Thousand Spikes, the white-robed and silver-armored general raised his Poyun spear: "Spike, cross the river!"
The soldier clamped the horse's belly lightly, and the three thousand fine riders started slowly, gradually divided into three groups, and stepped onto the three pontoon bridges. The pontoon bridge is quite wide, allowing several riders to ride side by side. Each pontoon bridge has a thousand riders, and it won't take long for all of them to reach the other side of the river.
Li Ye floated beside Shangguan Qingcheng, walking with the army.
Shangguan Qingcheng didn't look sideways, but the corner of his eyes was full of Li Ye's figure. Her flamboyant white face became whiter and whiter, as if it was about to become transparent, while her fiery red lips became more vivid, as if they were about to burn.
With Li Ye personally escorting the escort, although the Spikes didn't make any sound, the breathing of the soldiers gradually became heavier, which was a boiling fighting spirit.
The three elite cavalry set foot on the river bank almost at the same time, and the armored torrent moved forward and converged on the river bank, and once again resumed a complete battle formation.
But at this moment, a strange tremor suddenly came from the ground, and thunder rolled. Everyone followed the prestige, and a black wave gradually emerged from the dense forest in the distance, sweeping towards the river bank rapidly, it was the galloping cavalry formation!
Listening to the situation, one knows that the opponent's soldiers are strong and horses are several times larger than one's own, and that they are the first to attack and take the lead. The Spikes have just landed and have not yet fully converged, and they are backed by the Yellow River, so there is no room for retreat, and they have already lost their geographical advantage.
Shangguan Qingcheng's expression remained unchanged, and Langya also turned a blind eye to the danger in front of him. He had no awareness of being in danger at all, and they still gathered in an orderly manner.
Li Ye rose into the sky, and as his field of vision gradually widened, he could see all the fine horsemen on the ground. It was a big river, a big river made up of armored torrents, and just the sound of galloping horseshoes had the power to shake the ground. It is conceivable that if they engage in a battle, what kind of lethality they will have.
However, Li Ye's order to Shangguan Qingcheng was to fight.
"Three thousand against ten thousand, the Pinglu army entered Wei Bo's first battle, and the spikes are about to start for me!" Li Ye's voice came clearly to the ears of Shangguan Qingcheng and the three thousand soldiers.
"The last general will never disgrace his fate! Spike City, let's fight!" Shangguan Qingcheng gave a low voice without any hesitation.
The cultivation level of the general of the military family allowed her military orders to be heard by everyone. The 3,000 cavalry who hadn't fully assembled suddenly began to speed up, facing the 10,000 cavalry of Wei Bo's army.
While galloping at high speed, Langya is still perfecting the battle formation, showing extraordinary fighting qualities. This is also supported by the power of the military battle formation, and ordinary cavalry dare not act like this.
Cao Xijin led the army to charge into the battle. Seeing that the Spikes were suddenly attacked, not only was there no confusion, but he also came to meet him. Surprised, he sneered, "I really don't know how to live or die. Is this going to fight with my back? This general is so ridiculous, just three thousand!" Can you compete against my Weibo 10,000 elite?"
According to Cao Xijin's idea, he planned to let the Pinglu army come with about 5,000 people before making a surprise attack. In his opinion, with the strength of Wei Bo's army, charging out suddenly, and attacking 5,000 people with 10,000 fine riders is as simple as chopping melons and vegetables. In this way, it can inflict greater trauma on the Pinglu Army.
It was the experienced lieutenant who kept persuading Cao Xijin to give up this plan. Now that he dared to meet the three thousand riders, it was conceivable that Cao Xijin didn't take him seriously at all.
The two armies confronted each other, and the monks from each side did not get involved, and swept the formation by the side.
The two armies took a quick look at each other. At this time, the battle formation of Langya Capital was finally fully formed. Shangguan Qingcheng quietly clenched her fist, and a slight explosion of anger resounded immediately from her body. Immediately, the sound of air explosions rose and fell in the battle formation behind him. It was a monk in the army formation, and at the same time, his cultivation power exploded. Rings of spiritual energy invisible to the naked eye swayed across the monks and quickly gathered into a whole.
This is the beauty of the military battle formation. Under the leadership and control of the generals, the fighting spirit of the soldiers resonated, and the aura of the monks resonated. This is also the threshold for the achievement of military battle formation.
With the sound of the gas explosion, a faint light rose from the battle formation, which looked like a flame was burning.
Shangguan Qingcheng's eyes are like iron, and the three thousand soldiers are murderous, their iron armor rolling, and they are descending like a tiger.
The two arrays intersect.
Cao Xijin's face suddenly changed drastically, as if seeing a ghost, he exclaimed in surprise: "A military battle formation?!"
When the Spikes rushed into the battle formation of Wei Bo's army, Cao Xijin's mind flickered, feeling as if he had hit a tide, the world shook violently, and his consciousness went blank for a moment. There was a booming sound in the ear, like ten thousand flies chirping suddenly, the hands could barely hold the reins, the feet could barely pinch the horse's belly, and the aura in the body rushed violently, overflowing from the mouth and nose blood!
As the chief general who led the troops into the formation, he was the first to bear the brunt, and was directly rushed by the battle formation to the point of falling off his horse!
The soldiers around Cao Xijin burst into horrific screams, fell off their horses one after another, and fell to the ground like dumplings. In despair, they were buried in the smoke and dust, and were buried under the hooves of Spike Dujing's horses!
Those soldiers were hit by the waves, many of them were not at all, and they were stabbed by the horses in the hands of the soldiers of Langyadu, but they were unstable as if they were struck by lightning. The slightly weaker soldiers vomit blood directly, and the slightly better ones are also unstable. Only those real warriors can sit firmly on the back of a horse, but what greets them is a jungle of horses as stable as Mount Tai!
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With a loud roar, Cao Xijin finally stabilized his mind and body. At this moment, his mind was clear, but his heart was terrified, and he almost couldn't help shouting out: "How powerful is the military formation? Who is the guy who leads the army? Could it be that his cultivation is more than a military general?! "
Cao Xijin didn't have time to think too much, because he had to face the Spike Cavalry in front of him, and the pressure was overwhelming.
In mid-air, Li Ye watched the two armies meet, his expression was as usual, except that the corners of his mouth moved slightly, outlining a slightly smug smile.
Three thousand Spikes rushed into the formation of 10,000 fine cavalry, and the first round of "tide tide" erupted in the battle formation of the military strategists lost more than half of the soldiers in front of the Wei Bo army. Countless cavalry fell off their horses one after another, and were directly trampled into pieces by the horseshoes.
Then three thousand cavalry entered the middle formation, relying on the power of the battle formation to improve the combat power of each cavalry, stabbing countless soldiers of the Wei Bo army. Finally entered the rear formation. At this time, the strength of the soldiers' battle formation has dropped a lot, but the Spikes are well-equipped, and the individual quality and combat effectiveness of the soldiers are excellent, which is obviously better than those proud soldiers of the Wei Bo army who have not been on the battlefield for many years. The lance defeated countless cavalry.
The soldiers of Wei Bo's army fell off their horses one after another, and the horses were still galloping. In Li Ye's sight, there were obviously many gaps in the well-organized army formation, just like the dark night sky, revealing gaps like stars.
When a soldier's general has reached the level of general, the battle formation has the two abilities of "tide tide" and "mountain mountain". The former is the power to charge the battle, the attack is like the tide of the river and the sea, it is unstoppable, it is a tidal wave; the latter is the power of defense, the battle formation remains motionless, as stable as a mountain, it is a mountain.
In a round of fighting, Spikes rushed through the formation of Wei Bo's army, with few casualties. However, the power of his own military formation is almost exhausted. After all, three thousand people rushing into a large formation of ten thousand people consumes too much. However, nearly a quarter of Wei Bo's army was killed or injured, and the army formation was in disarray, at least in Li Ye's opinion.
Next, there will be a real battle between the two armies. The strength of the military has been exhausted. If there is no rest, it will be difficult to have the power just now.
However, the morale of Wei Bo's army has obviously collapsed. In a normal war, if the army's casualties reach one quarter to one third, it is considered to have lost combat power and needs to be pulled down to rest. Right now, Wei Bojun was fighting against 3,000 with 10,000, but he was cut down by a quarter in just one encounter. It would make no sense if his morale didn't collapse.
Cao Xijin adjusted the direction of the galloping horses and led the army to make a big turn. When he looked at the battle formation in Langya, he was in shock and his face was full of horror.
There was a big hole in his shoulder armor, blood flowed horizontally, staining his shirt red, and his left arm was almost useless. When I met Shangguan Qingcheng just now, he was almost cut off from his horse.
Cao Xijin was lucky that he didn't die, but his lieutenant was not so lucky, he was no longer in the battle.