Quan Yutianxia GL

The battle was about to break out, but Chuning stood on the temporary podium, looking in the direction of Chang'an.

——Bai Su sent a letter saying that she went to Chang'an.

Although obviously made a lot of arrangements, but still... still very worried, still not at ease.

Even though I know that the road I'm walking with Bai Su is like a dance of blades, and my feet are covered with thorns, but I still... still hope that she will have a safe life, and hope that I can walk hand in hand with her to the end of life...

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"Brothers, have you seen the Liaodong Army on the opposite side?" Murong Yao rode on the horse and looked around at the generals in front of him: "Dayan is at stake. If we lose, Dayan will be finished. Our parents, wives and children, even We ourselves... will all return to the grassland, eat the grass roots, drink the river water, be frozen and starved to death..."

A small part of these soldiers are Murong Yao's old troops, and most of them are Murong Hu's former tribes. After Murong Hu died in battle, with the support of Murong Yunji, he incorporated the rest into his own army.

At this moment, when these Dayan soldiers heard what Murong Yao said, they turned red-eyed and remained silent—the prosperity of the Central Plains gave them infinite yearning. Every day in Yangcheng is a life they could never have imagined before...

Thinking of those cruel memories of previous years, Murong Yao closed his eyes slightly, opened them again, and asked loudly, "Are you afraid?"

The soldiers responded scatteredly: "I'm afraid..."

"Yes! Afraid! You are afraid! I am also afraid! But compared to the shameful death of starvation or freezing to death! I decided to choose to die in battle!" Murong Yao clenched his sword tightly and roared angrily: "Only if we try our best, After destroying this Liaodong Army, we will have the opportunity to stay in the Central Plains! Only then can we get more land, cattle, sheep, and women! If we fail, Jinyang City will be gone, and Dayan will be gone... Our parents and wives Children, including ourselves, will be buried under the butcher knife of the Liaodong Army, just like we slaughtered the Central Plains people... What do you think we should do?"

"Kill all these Liaodong troops!"

"Yes! Kill these sons of bitches..."

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

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Under the leadership of Murong Yao, the previously low morale of the Dayan army finally regained its momentum, and the scattered responses gradually became unified, converging into a loud and regretful cry, which almost drowned out the waves of drums on the opposite side .

"Then kill!" Murong Yao raised his saber: "Pick up your sabers! Hold your bows and arrows tightly! Destroy Liaodong! Destroy Chang'an! Dayan—Wan Sheng!"

Tens of thousands of Yan troops stepped on their horses, raised their weapons high, and shouted in unison: "Wan Victory!"

Murong Yao turned his horse's head, looked at the Liaodong Army, lightly clenched his right hand into a fist, and placed it on his chest slightly as a Liaodong Army Salute - at this moment, he will fight for Dayan, for Xianbei, for those who take the initiative to walk in Fight for the predecessors of Xueshan, fight for the descendants of Xianbei who are not yet born!

But even so, he was still grateful—thankful to the envoy of Liaodong for not using unscrupulous means to force him to do something that would endanger Dayan; grateful to the envoy of Liaodong for leaving him this dignified The decisive opportunity!

"Beat the drum!" After saluting, Murong Yao pointed his sword at the sky: "Kill!"

"Kill! Kill! Kill!"

The [-] swallows shouted in unison, like thunder roaring, it seems that even the sky and the earth will change color.

"kill!"

Murong Yao took the lead, leading the [-] vanguard troops to leap forward and directly attack the Liaodong Army from the front.

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Seeing that the enemy's morale was aroused and intending to attack head-on, Wei Jing's expression changed, remembering that Chu Ning didn't like bloody colors very much, he wanted to ask someone to protect Chuning and leave, but he saw Chu Ning waved his hand and sat upright on the chair, Looking at the front of the two armies, he pursed his lips and said softly: "2000 meters, 1000 meters, 500 meters, 300 meters... the eight-ox crossbow array attack..."

Chuning's voice was very low, murmured as if to comfort himself, only two or three people around could hear him clearly, but the thousands of soldiers under the stage acted immediately as if listening to the order.

"preparation!"

The bureau chiefs of Ba Niu Nu blew the whistle and waved the command flag at the same time, accompanied by the sound of horns and drums, and calculated the distance of the puppet Yan army.

When Murong Yao led the vanguard cavalry and stepped into the 300-meter distance mark set by the Liaodong Army, the two hundred eight-ox crossbows deployed in front of the Liaodong Army simultaneously knocked down the wooden hammer, and the two hundred meter long crossbows. Flying off the string...

Although the cavalry had been deliberately pulled away from the formation, the vanguard cavalry led by Murong Yao was severely injured under the covering fire of two hundred heavy crossbow arrows. Although they could not turn sideways to look back at the casualties, the scattered limbs and The screams again and again made Murong Yao think about it.

There is no turning back, and there is no turning back on the battlefield...

Murong Yao gritted his teeth and urged the horse to run wildly. Taking advantage of the time when the Liaodong Army reloaded the crossbow and arrows, he opened his bow and set the arrow on the string, and ordered the bow cavalry behind him to cover and shoot at the Liaodong Army's iron net trench formation.

To Murong Yao's disappointment, such shooting did not seem to cause too many casualties to the Liaodong Army hiding in the trench, and he didn't even hear the screams of the wounded.

After the Yan army's vanguard cavalry shot two waves of arrows in succession, they were close to the edge of the Liaodong army's iron net formation. The people who rushed to the front were about to rein in their horses and jump over the iron net ditch, but they saw the opposite line behind the ballista formation. The three-thousand-horn, bow, and crossbowman had already stepped forward, kneeling on one knee, holding the bow, crossbow...

"Get ready! Let the arrows go!"

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Compared with the fighting and shouting of the Yan army, the Liaodong army was terribly quiet. Apart from the battlefield and the sound of whistles, the voice of the commanding officer could be clearly heard from hundreds of steps away—Murong Yao could clearly hear the other side. Immediately afterwards, the eyes went black, and a black rain of arrows flew out of the enemy's formation in an instant, and fell into the Yan army's formation, startling the mourners...

After firing the crossbows and arrows, the Liaodongjiao bow and crossbowmen turned around and retreated a few steps, giving way to the loaded eight-ox crossbowmen. Two hundred heavy crossbows and arrows flew out again...

"Damn!"

Murong Wu never imagined that the Liaodong Army would manufacture so many powerful heavy crossbows when there were only tens of thousands of cavalry, and with the heavy crossbow as the center, the horn bow, crossbow and various infantry as the auxiliary, invented A series of terrifying tactics—the vanguard of the [-] Yan army rushed to the edge of the iron net trench formation, and more than [-]% of them were killed or killed!

"Heavy shield soldiers meet!"

Following Murong Wu's order, more than a thousand Yan troops stood in front of them with rows of heavy shields, and advanced step by step towards the front of the Liaodong formation - when Murong Hu captured Gao Zhimin, he got some Liaodong heavy shields from him The data, and these data later fell into the hands of Murong Yunji. During the years of occupying Bingzhou, Murong Yunji searched for many blacksmiths, hurriedly rushed, and finally made more than 2000 sides.

With the shield of the son, the crossbow of the restraint—this is Murong Yunji's confidence to face the Liaodong army head-on!

This is the first time that the Yan Army's heavy shield soldiers have been put into the battlefield. Although there are only more than a thousand faces, it still attracted the attention of the upper-level officers in Liaodong.

Chuning let go of his tightly clenched fists, exhaled slightly, and turned his gaze from the bloody battlefield to Wei Jing: "So this is the Yan army's trump card..."

"Although it's a little troublesome, it's nothing to be afraid of!" Wei Jing said confidently, "Come here, order Fuyuan Crossbow Division! Prepare to go into battle!"

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The morning sun slowly rises from the eastern mountain. Murong Yun is wearing a halberd armor. Standing on the city wall of Jinyang, he looks at the direction where Murong Wuyou led his army away—it has been a day and a night, and there is no battle report yet...

The [-] elite Yan army, against the [-] Liaodong army, even if there is a heavy crossbow on the opposite side, it is impossible to lose...

Maybe, maybe it's being held back?

Wait a little longer...maybe a battle report will come back...

Murong Yunji waited anxiously, but every time he waited for a quarter of an hour, his originally tall and straight figure became a bit bent...

"Great...Great General!" A guard with good eyes beside him suddenly shouted in shock, pointing to the east of Jinyang City: "There...there is red just over there..."

Before the guard finished speaking, Murong Yunji saw a big red military flag rising from the east side of Jinyang City where the sky and the earth meet, fluttering against the morning wind and reflecting the rising sun.

Immediately afterwards, a large flag with the word "Xiao" was slowly raised, and accompanied by a majestic singing, it fluttered in the direction of Jinyang City:

Yidi knocks on the city wall, people are like frost on grass,

The world is devastated, deceive me Han Jialang.

Han Lang was full of pride and went to the battlefield with a smile on his face.

Keep the land and open up the frontiers, and return to my homeland.

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"General, the Liaodong army was found outside the west city..." A scout riding on Dayan rushed back, but was blocked by the closed city gate, so he had to shout to Murong Yunji: "Beat 'Sun' The big banner..."

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In fact, there is no need for scouts to report, Murong Yunji also heard the battle song from the west of the city, which is exactly the same as the tune of the "Xiao" flag in the east:

The drums of war are ringing, the banners are flying,

Zermatti. Long. Gun, draw the bow and shoot Sirius.

Wearing armor and shining with swords, red blood splattered with blue frost,

The pride is overwhelming, and this life is not in vain.

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After Murong Yunji listened, he signaled the guards to put down the bow and arrow, and let the scout leave by himself, then he closed his eyes, but when he opened them, he still couldn't hide the misery in his eyes: "It turns out that even my big swallow can't break open Madam Yan's trap..."

At first, he thought that Mrs. Yan wanted to encircle Jinyang with the three armies; later he realized that the four parties were actually trapped, and he wanted to repeat Xianbei's old plan against Gu Wenxiong in Pinggang City; but now...

wrong!

Everything is wrong!

Murong Yunji smiled miserably: "God's will! It really is God's will! When Gu Wenxiong came back from the southern expedition, he suddenly had a vision of a dog eclipsing the sun. The Taishi ordered Yi Ruowang to assert that there was a killing star in the northeast... Hahaha, I always thought this The first killing star should be in Xianbei, but Liaodong was forgotten..."

It was for this killing star that Emperor Qing went to war. Except for Xianbei, almost all the children born in that month in the Northeast were murdered, and the only one who was still alive was Murong Yan's son Murong Feng.

It is precisely because of Murong Feng that Murong Yunji will support Murong Yan, who is incompetent and incompetent, to ascend the throne, instead of Murong Yao, who is both talented and learned, and is also deeply influenced by Central Plains culture.

"But Chu Wenhe was not born that year." Murong Zixu's expression was also a little pale: "She is now in her thirties..."

"Brother Zixu has forgotten those legends about her." Murong Yunji said: "It was from that year that Donglai and other places began to spread the story of her fairy dreaming..."

"A fairy in a dream?"

Murong Yunji's words were intercepted by a strange young man. The young man was dressed luxuriously and wore a broad robe. He came slowly up the steps from the bottom of Jinyang City, but he seemed to be walking like a dragon and a tiger in the Chang'an Jinluan Palace, with unparalleled dignity.

"There is no god in this world, so how can there be immortals?" The young man only glanced at Murong Yunji, then slid his fingertips across, pointing to the "Xiao" general flag outside the east city: "Everything is nothing but It's just manipulative."