The flags are like clouds, and the drums are like thunder.
The vitality of the northern Xinjiang was severely damaged, but the thin dead camel was bigger than the horse. The background was still there, and it was barely able to make up hundreds of thousands of troops.
The two armies faced off against each other, murderous, and the atmosphere was extremely dignified.
Jiang Pengji was riding a war horse, wearing armor, and holding a long sword with a broad back in his right hand, looking ready to go.
"My lord, looking at this, Beijiang really hurt his vitality."
Feng Zhen rode a horse and followed Jiang Pengji. He used his right hand to shade his forehead to avoid the excessively hot light.
The distance between the two armies is relatively far away, so keep a safe distance, so that the other party will not launch a charge without saying a word, and catch yourself by surprise.
Fengzhen narrowed his eyes with difficulty, trying to discern the force structure of the enemy faction.
Because of the backward lighting equipment, most of the ancients suffered from myopia, especially the scribes, and Fengzhen was no exception.
Jiang Pengji is different, her eyesight is very good, she can clearly see things far away.
"Although there are not as many cavalry as imagined, they should not be underestimated."
Even if there were only 10% of the cavalry, that would be more than 10,000 cavalrymen. These cavalrymen charged together with a huge impact.
Jiang Pengji glanced sideways at Feng Zhen, whose clothes were blown up by the wind, and said in a sullen voice, "Zishi should stay in the rear, I don't care if you stay here. If you get hurt somewhere or you are captured If you catch it, no one will feel sorry for you—"
Feng Zhen can only focus on the three-legged cat's kung fu, saying that he is a compliment for fighting the five scumbags, and he still wants to run to the front line and face the charge of the northern cavalry
She is indifferent and ruthless, and the audience in the live broadcast room is distressed every day.
[One gay]: Anchor, I think Feng Tianzhen really loves you. If you hate him every day, he will never give up on you.
[Kang Dandan]: Impossible - Feng Tianzhen only likes Yujie with a plump career line. Do you think the anchor looks like a woman
[Mei Erniang]: Upstairs, you are doing something wrong. Although the anchor is quite a man, but the career line is not small, you are black and white.
The red barrage audience laughed and the blue barrage audience didn't know what they were happy about.
No way, who let them join too late, I don't know the stalk of Feng Zhenai Yu's dislike of Lolita.
Feng Zhen didn't get angry when he was yelled at, instead he was cheeky and climbed up the pole. He laughed and said, "My lord, this is wrong, if there are really three long and two shortcomings, the children in the family will definitely cry, how can you say that no one is distressed. Woolen cloth-"
Jiang Pengji didn't have time to pay attention to Fengzhen, and looked straight ahead with a solemn expression.
If anyone could see it, they would find a huge live screen suspended in front of Jiang Pengji.
Under her control, the viewing angle of the live broadcast room was suddenly raised and turned into a high-altitude overlooking mode.
In this mode, she can clearly see the general arrangement of troops in the rear of the northern border.
For Jiang Pengji, in addition to getting rid of boredom and watching the lively live broadcast, this is probably the only benefit left.
There is no advanced warfare equipment at this time, and Jiang Pengji has an advantage in the high-altitude field, which means that she has a powerful trump card.
"Come on - give this to General Fu."
Jiang Pengji drew a simple picture of what she had memorized and sent someone to pass it on to Fu Wang.
Although Jiang Pengji is the protagonist, the real commander and dispatcher is someone else—
As for her
How can you have fun without fighting on the battlefield
The drum sounded like thunder, resounding through the sky.
The morale of the soldiers was soaring, and even the onlookers in the live broadcast room were infected with blood.
[Tangmen Shengsheng Caier]: Has the anchor been suffocated recently? Haha, I can finally make a lap.
[Floating Life Ruo Cai]: I feel sorry for the anchor's subordinates, and it's exhausting to have such a master on the stall.
[Guo Fengxiao]: To tell the truth, it is not recommended for the anchor to end the game, it is too dangerous. Seriously, this seems to be the first time that the two armies in northern Xinjiang have faced each other and faced each other, right? The cavalry is too mobile, and the charge is ruthless. The anchor is joking with his own life.
[Little Raccoon]: The anchor has fought several battles with Beijiang, how can you say it's the first time
[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Previously, it was either ambush or scheming, and there were more or less tricks, so it could not be regarded as a positive attitude. It's different now, the two armies are lining up against each other, and the anchor has to face the frontal charge of more than 10,000 cavalry in the northern Xinjiang, which has different meanings.
Northern Xinjiang is famous for its cavalry, they are the heroic divisions across the grasslands.
In the past, there was a puddle of water, and then the artificial flood broke out, and the advantage of the cavalry in the northern Xinjiang could not be expanded at all.
At this moment, the terrain is flat and flat, which is very suitable for the northern cavalry charge. Can the combat index be the same
The current battlefield danger index is higher than before, and Jiang Pengji, as the protagonist, still wants to end the battle—
No wonder the audience felt so distressed by Jiang Pengji's team.
Jiang Pengji had a faint smile on her face.
What the audience can understand, she naturally understands.
However, the audience did not know much about ancient wars after all, but they did not know that their worries were superfluous.
Jiang Pengji went off to fight, but that doesn't mean she must be at the forefront.
The duty of most generals is to command and dispatch rather than kill the enemy. When the two armies are in a thorough melee, the generals will lead the troops to fight the enemy.
If you let the main generals run to charge and fight the enemy's first wave of firepower, no amount of main generals will be enough to die.
Compared with Jiang Pengji's orderly side, there was some disharmony on the northern side, and everyone had their own ghosts.
Hachioji was dressed in a red military uniform and rode majestic on his horse, and beside him was the lieutenant Seventh Prince, also in an orange-yellow military uniform.
"What's going on with the sixth?" The seventh prince had a bad temper and couldn't hold back his anger, "Is he a pig?"
There are not so many rules for fighting in northern Xinjiang.
His suggestion was to take the lead in attacking while Jiang Pengji's army had not been fully formed.
More than 10,000 cavalrymen charged together, and the enemy was not ready, so a sneak attack would not be a problem.
The result
I don't know what kind of temper the sixth is, but he insists on fighting against the opponent—
Fight!
Hachioji had a faint smile on his face, but those who knew him knew that his smile was a little reluctant.
"Before the two armies fight, save some face for Lao Liu. If someone spreads it out, this is the reason Lao Liu will attack you."
Fighting generals is not common, at least there is no such custom in Northern Xinjiang. The habit of Northern Xinjiang is to start a fight without saying a word, where will it be notified in advance.
"I can't be mad—"
The seventh prince endured his temper, facing the scorching sun above his head, his whole body filled with anger.
As everyone knows, the sixth prince also has his own considerations.
The men of the Han family in the Central Plains are much weaker than the men in the northern Xinjiang, and they are petite and weak.
The northern Xinjiang man grew up on horseback and has superb riding skills. Wouldn't it be beautiful if he could regain his momentum on the battle general
The Sixth Prince was right, the Northern Xinjiang Horse War was indeed tyrannical, but the premise of victory was that they did not encounter Jiang Pengji.
"I won't cut the nameless people under the knife, sign up for the name-"
Northern Xinjiang sent a burly and unusually strong man with rock-hard muscles that seemed to crack his armor.