Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Inside Yanmen Pass, the most tragic battle of the dynasty took place.

Wan Yanshao wiped off the rain on his face, got on his horse, the ox horns blew mournfully, and the tricolor battle flags gathered together quickly.

The battle flag was stirred, and the sound of Tie Fu Tu's shouts of killing shook the mouth of Baicao.

Heishui Mohe was fierce and warlike by nature, and the Wanyan tribe unified all ethnic groups and rebelled against the Liao Dynasty to establish the country, and expelled all the Khitan people in just a few years.The party members were overwhelmed and insisted on confronting the Jinren with iron kites. The Tiefutu gained prestige in the first battle. Since then, they have traveled across northern Xinjiang and never met an opponent again.

Today, he was caught off guard and was ambushed, but the elite combat power was still there.

Tiefutu's army was far superior to Shuofang's cavalry, except for a Shanzi army that was firmly blocked by the imperial army in Ningwu, the remaining three cavalry encircled them. Even if one person was replaced by another, it was far enough to crush these Central Plains soldiers who were like chariots. This is in front of Yanmen Pass!

Wan Yan Shao put on his armor, took the halberd from the lieutenant general's hand, took the lead, and rushed to the top of the chariot formation.

Tie Futu had never suffered such a blood loss. Everyone was so depressed that he was so depressed that he screamed loudly and rushed towards the weak Yunqi.

Behind Yun Lang, Zhan Qi opened the curtain of rain.

The sound of clanking was clear and intense, and the horse neighed. Shuofang Qingqi did not fight head-on as usual, but dispersed in an instant, forming an even weirder formation.

Three cavalry fight, advance in a cone shape, cover and cooperate to kill.For every three three-rider cones, another person rides a horse to respond to the rescue. The ten riders gather into a medium cone shape, expand and connect again, and echo each other's flanks.

Thirty one hundred, three hundred and one thousand, with the commander in chief as the tip of the cone, it condensed into a sharp arrow, and plunged straight into the heart of Tie Futu who came to kill him.

Tiefutu's armor is thick, almost unstoppable in terms of defense, but it is bound to sacrifice flexibility.Being overwhelmed by this strange tactics, one person had to deal with a three-rider team, and the heavy rain made the iron armor slippery. As soon as they met, the former soldiers fell off their horses involuntarily.

Wanyan Shao glanced at the situation in the formation, his face changed slightly, and he slashed the halberd fiercely in his hand: "You can't fight alone, you should support and defend against the enemy!"

Tie Futu was used to fighting on his own, hearing the commander's order, he quickly approached in twos and threes.

Yunqi didn't give them this chance at all. After the cones followed Yunlang into the enemy's formation, they dispersed automatically. Three three cavalry cones and one long rode each fought separately. When they saw the group of iron Buddhas, they immediately shot Severely scattered, one of the three cavalry cones was surrounded, but immediately the remaining two galloped to rescue.

These iron cavalry didn't care about the life and death of the Tiefutu who had fallen from the horse, they just shot people off the horse, they didn't care about fighting and pulled the horse away, and went straight to the next corps.

Wanyan Shao didn't know what kind of medicine was sold in the Yunlang Gourd, but he instinctively knew that it was impossible for the White Tiger General in the Central Plains to eat vegetarian food and pray to Buddha suddenly and became kind. ...Look!"

Wan Yanshao's heart sank when he heard this shout, and his gaze swept towards the rain curtain like a lightning bolt.

The big cloud flag was still in place, and the infantry battalion of the Shuofang Army did not beat drums or unfurl the flag, and quietly went down the mountain, and it did not know when it entered the battle formation!

"Help me!" Wan Yanshao suddenly came to his senses, and shouted loudly, "Save yourself! Take care—"

Before he could finish his words, these infantrymen who seemed to be mixed into the battle with the night rain and ghosts had already drawn their waist knives, pushed the iron pagodas that fell from the heavy armor to the ground, and raised their knives mercilessly along the seam of the armor Punch down hard!

The rain turned into a pool of blood in an instant, and was washed away by the more pouring rain, leaving only the cold corpse.

The armor of these infantrymen was black, and they even still held the reed leaves used for stealth in their mouths. Except for the occasional cold light when they drew their swords, they were almost completely hidden in the night.

There is no sound, no color, and no one can detect it in such a fierce battle.

No... no one could detect it.

The cavalry didn't seem to need to look closely at the positions of the infantry involved in the battle, but they could always smash the downed iron pagoda on the most convenient place for their companions to pounce on.The infantry would never let a cavalry stand alone. In addition to those holding waist knives, there were also many people who carried heavy axes and sledgehammers. Hit the horse's head.

The horse's head is wrapped in armor, which can block chopping and stabbing, but it can't withstand such a heavy hammer at all.At that moment, I don't know how many war horses fell to the ground, hissing, and the iron Buddha on their backs fell heavily to the ground.

Tie Futu's eyes were red with hatred, and he wanted to kill these infantrymen who wanted to kill themselves, but as soon as they rode their horses, they were surrounded by several groups of three cavalry, and could only watch helplessly as the infantrymen disappeared into the dark night again rain.

The heavier the rain, the icy rain hit people blindly.The boundless rain curtain washes Yanmen Pass and Ningwu City, floods through the Baicao Pass, washes away the cold light of broken flesh and swords, fills the blood mist, and splits the white lightning flashes accompanied by rolling stones and thunder.

Not thunder and lightning.

Wan Yanshao's blood-stained battle armor was desperately fighting, and from the corner of his vision, he saw the sassy white figure beside him, always followed by a dark horse.

Yun Lang led the core front arrow formation to charge and kill, completely dispersing and splitting the Tiefutu army, and forcibly chopped the army into pieces in this valley.

With a tapered front arrow, the coach has the most pressure.Yun Lang was clearly covered in blood, but he didn't care about his defenses, he just let go and fought, the silver spear in his hand was as sharp as a dragon, and it brought out a burst of blood.

By Yunlang's side, the dark horsemen protected him tightly.Seeing that most of his subordinates were dead or wounded, the general of the Huozi army killed him with red eyes, and was met head-on by the black cavalry without dodging or avoiding. In a short while, the sharp sword in his hand found the slight gap in the armor that didn't fit, and he pried off the heart guard. The cold sword's edge was sent straight into the chief general's chest.

The general of the Huozi Army stared wide-eyed, warm blood overflowed from the armor and fell under the horse.

"Elder Prince!"

A scout on a horse, dripping with blood, rolled into the mouth of the valley: "Shanzi Army, Shanzi Army—"

Wan Yanshao's eyes suddenly turned cold: "What happened to the Shanzi Army?!"

"The Shanzi Army is defeated!"

The scout cried out: "The Central Plains people are insidious! The Luoshui River Valley in Loufan Pass opened early this year. They built a dam in the upper reaches in advance. When our army crossed the river, we were severely injured, and he was taken advantage of by the Imperial Army and the Zhenrong Army. Surrounded..."

Wanyan Shao hadn't opened his mouth yet, but the lieutenant beside him had already rolled his eyes and said anxiously: "The Forbidden Army and the Zhenrong Army are so weak! How did the Second Prince lose?!"

The scout trembled, not daring to make a sound.

Wan Yanshao held the long halberd in his hand, and the heavy armored soldiers fought hard all night, his hands were trembling slightly, he managed to stabilize his voice and said: "Needless to say...just tell me that he promised the Central Plains people What conditions."

The scout choked up: "The First Prince..."

Wanyan Shao's voice suddenly stern: "Say!"

"The second prince agreed to make peace with the Central Plains, and unite with the Central Plains to destroy Daliao."

The scout trembled: "The south of the Liaodi Wugu Dilie Commanding Army Division belongs to the Central Plains..."

Wanyan Shao closed his eyes and asked in a hoarse voice: "Can you be a minister, can you pay tribute?"

The scout couldn't answer another word, so he lay on his horse, crying loudly.

Wanyan Shao shook his head and choked out a mouthful of black blood with his halberd.

The general and the scouts were shocked, and rushed to help each other: "The eldest prince!"

Wan Yanshao pushed the few people away forcefully, rode his horse forward, and sternly said to the formation: "Yunlang!"

This shout was almost shrill, Tie Futu could hear the commander's voice, his heart was shocked, he couldn't help but stop fighting slowly.

The tip of Yunlang's spear was already blood-stained, and with his free hand, he supported Mo Qi's arms beside him, stabilized his figure, and reined in his horse to look at him.

"When I came out of Yingcheng, I brought not only soldiers and horses, but also people for you."

Wan Yanshao raised his hand fiercely, and several people who were tied up in a group were dragged out and shoved to Shuai's flag: "King Xiang and his lackeys, I will give you my life. Let me go, let me lead a thousand people Go back and kill the thief who defeated the army and stole the country, you can agree!"

There was dead silence inside Yanmen Pass, Wanyan Shao's eyes were bloodshot, he stared at Yun Lang across the battle formation.

Yun Lang was silent for a moment, then looked away.

The blood on Wanyan Shao's face became paler, his voice was a little hoarse, and he said slowly: "I want to show you the emperor and court of the Central Plains, and show your people that your current victory is enough."

"Not only." Yun Lang said, "There are still people watching."

Wan Yanshao's pupils narrowed slightly: "Who, the northern Xinjiang tribe? Don't worry, after today's World War I, within 50 years, no one will dare to tap on your Central Plains border......"

Yun Lang: "Not only."

Wanyan Shao stopped talking, his brows furrowed.

"In the 29th year of Yuhe, in the battle of Feihukou, our army killed 320 people and injured countless people."

Yun Lang: "In May of the 30th year of Youhe, Piatouguan was attacked and 690 people died."

Wan Yanshao's breathing became stagnant, the killing intent in his pupils gradually disappeared, and he closed his eyes.

"The winter month of Yuhe's 30th year."

Yun Lang continued to say: "Ningwu fell. The guards fought to the death and were captured. He died of his country with a heartbroken wound from his abdominal wound."

"In the 31st year of Youhe, there was a battle at Sishuiguan, and 690 people died."

"In the 32nd year of Youhe, in the battle of Chenjiagu, the neighboring army failed to save, and 3 people died in the bloody battle. The main general was captured, and he hunger strike for three days and committed suicide."

"In the first year of Jiaping, Huang Tiandang fought a battle. The two armies held each other for forty days. More than [-] people were recorded dead, and the number of the rest of the recruited militia is unknown."

Yun Lang's tone was calm, almost as if he was reciting an ordinary letter to the Privy Council, but he seemed to be reading a wordless inscription somewhere between heaven and earth.

Every time he uttered a sentence, the blood in Shuofang Jun's eyes became brighter.

Wanyan Shao listened quietly in the rain, the blood on his face finally completely faded, he closed his eyes hard, and laughed loudly: "Okay...Okay!"

"There are so many blood feuds, you shouldn't retreat, you will come and go today, and you will die without injury!"

Wan Yanshao laughed loudly and said, "Come on, let's fight to the death! Respect my fate of conquest, and respect your heroic spirit of the Central Plains!"

He rode in the lead, cut half an arc with the halberd in his hand, pecked, stabbed and cut, entering the formation as if no one else was around.

Xiao Shuo was about to urge the horse, but Yun Lang raised his hand and pressed his arm.

Xiao Shuo met Yun Lang's gaze, his eyebrows frowned slightly: "Go and kill people to capture the flag."

"You go." Yun Lang smiled, "Wait for me at the foot of the mountain."

Xiao Shuo stared at Yun Lang, his eyes reflected the smile on his brow, and he didn't respond immediately.

Wanyan Shao must not get out alive.

The frontier tribes can no longer have an ambitious hero. Today, Wanyan Shao is gone, and he will rebuild the Iron Buddha in the future. Sooner or later, the war will burn back to the northern border.

But after fighting fiercely all night, both armies have reached the end of their battles.If you don't rely on the generals to fight, but only encircle and suppress with cavalry, you can still ask Wan Yan Shao to kill dozens or even hundreds of people.

Eyes collided, and countless thoughts collided fiercely.But in an instant, Xiao Shuo had turned his horse's head and headed straight for the golden man handsome flag.

Yun Lang smiled, returned to his horse and held his spear straight to meet Wan Yan Shao. The silver spear pierced through the rainy curtain of the sky, and met the halberd that fell with a thousand-ton force.

Tie Futu risked his life to guard the commander, and surrounded him layer by layer.

The white horse can't get through, and the person stands up and neighs.Yun Lang cast aside the reins, stepped on the saddle to borrow strength, and swept across the sharp edges of heavy weapons, and went straight to Wanyan Shao who was slaughtering Shuofang's army.

Shuofang's cavalry infantry immediately filled in and clashed with Tiefutu.

Wan Yanshao noticed Yunlang's figure during the fierce battle, and suddenly turned back his halberd, and pierced Yunlang's chest fiercely, but the stab missed.

With the help of his spear, Yun Lang ducked low to avoid the halberd, stepped over the rocks and jumped up.

The thunder roared and the wind hissed, and the torrential rain blinded people's eyes. That bright white figure was almost like a lightning soldier, the tip of the spear pierced through the water mist that stretched from the sky to the ground, and went straight through Wanyan Shao's throat.

The Jin Junshuai flag rolled down and fell under the gate.

Tie Futu, who was still fighting for his life, heard the roar, turned his head in a daze, looked at the people and the flag in front of him, and gradually stopped moving.

The lieutenant watched Wanyan Shao fall off the horse, and rushed towards Yunlang with red eyes.The scimitar in his hand was about to be draped over the body of the Heavenly Soldier who killed the God of the Central Plains, he suddenly froze and slumped.

Yun Lang half-kneeled on the ground, propped up with a spear, and looked up at the flying ink cavalry.

Holding his snow bow in his hand, Xiao Shuo went straight down the mountain to panic the enemy, jumped off his horse, knelt down in front of Yun Lang on one knee, and stretched out his hands to support him.

The coach was killed and the flag was folded.The rest of the Tiefutu completely lost the strength to continue the fight, exhausted with the fighting spirit, almost fainted and fell heavily from the horse's back, and was pushed to the ground and tied tightly.

The shouting and killing stopped, and the tranquility inside and outside the Baicaokou finally returned, only the sound of the rain was left.

Yun Lang slowly passed the whiteness in front of his eyes, raised the corner of his mouth, and met Xiao Shuo's gaze.

He remained silent for a moment, then slowly raised his still-movable left hand to wipe away the blood dripping from Xiao Shuo's cheek.

Xiao Shuo held Yun Lang's hand, put the other on Yun Lang's back, and supported his figure steadily.

Shuofang soldiers gathered around and supported each other to stand firm.Everyone was dripping with blood from the vertical and horizontal scars on their bodies. They were silent in the rain, but there was a prairie fire burning in their eyes.

Burn, burn to the sky.

Burn away the boundless stagnation and depression, burn away the soreness and pain in the chest.

Burn up this battlefield, offering sacrifices to heroic spirits, comrades, and the blood of loyal ministers and generals.

The souls of old people who died in the bloody battle and are still trapped outside Yanmen Pass, unable to return home.

"withdraw troops."

Yun Lang took advantage of his strength to get up, landed with a gun, and slowly stood up straight: "I'll take you home."