Transmigrating into a Turbulent Era as a Soldier, Starting with Marrying a Wife

At this moment, the Lady Marquis looked out from the mountain peak.

Along the entire mountain ridge defense line, everywhere was filled with Liang soldiers and Tiele people engaged in fierce, life-or-death battles.

In reality, the Liang people's soldier-households were not lacking in courage. As long as they were given enough to eat and issued usable weapons.

The majority of them were willing to fight to the death with the Tiele people in order to protect their homeland and families behind them.

Moreover, those charging at the very front of the Tiele forces were always the leather-clad herdsmen slaves and captured soldiers plundered from other tribes.

Although these people were more valiant than the Liang soldiers, their equipment was not much better than that of the soldier-households.

The soldier-households' spears could easily pierce through their leather robes, and their long sabers were also sufficient to break through their crude leather armor.

But similarly, the herdsmen slaves' scimitars and iron axes could also effortlessly hack into the coarse linen clothing worn by the soldier-households.

Instantly, the battlefield transformed into a bloody exchange of lives.

The herdsmen slave soldiers, stabbed by the soldier-households' spears, writhed and rolled on the hillside, dragging their intestines behind them.

And the lightly armored soldier-households were also being hacked apart by the enemy's scimitars and battle-axes, screaming and wailing in agony.

The battlefield was filled with the pungent smell of blood, and a red stream had already gathered on the hillside.

On a small hill on the north bank.

The Tiele commander, Sangdu, frowned deeply, his expression grim.

The tenacity of this batch of Liang soldier-households far exceeded his expectations.

This was completely different from the battle process he had envisioned.

He had always believed that the Liang soldiers were just a disorganized rabble, thinking that as soon as the Tiele army charged through the wooden walls.

These weak and cowardly soldier-households would quickly collapse and flee.

But the reality was that the first batch of several thousand herdsmen slaves and war prisoners forming the vanguard had only managed to fight the Liang soldier-households to a standstill.

Moreover, because the Liang army occupied the advantageous terrain, looking down from a high position, the situation gradually became unfavorable for the Tiele people attacking uphill.

The Tiele Khan had given him a deadline for the advance, and it had already been missed.

The Luan Shi Mountains, which should have been conquered in a day, had now become a tough nut to crack.

Sangdu narrowed his eyes, repeatedly weighing his options in his mind.

He made up his mind that he had to send out a more elite force to break through the mountain ridge defense line in one fell swoop.

Another series of low-pitched ox-horn bugle sounds rang out.

The Tiele army, struggling bitterly on the front line, felt as if they had been granted amnesty.

That was the signal to retreat. The Tiele soldiers, upon receiving the order, raised their shields and slowly withdrew.

Some soldier-households, their bloodlust aroused, wanted to leave the camp and pursue, but they were quickly met with a hail of arrows covering the Tiele retreat, resulting in heavy casualties.

They could only retreat back behind the wooden palisades and shields, watching helplessly as the Tiele people retreated down the hillside like a tide.

However, these Tiele soldiers did not retreat back to the north bank, but instead reorganized their formation on the river滩.

Behind them, another Tiele force was marching out of the encampment in formation.

Seeing this new Tiele force, the Longxiang Marquis on the mountain peak couldn't help but frown.

The number of this Tiele army was around a thousand, not many in number, but their equipment was extremely sophisticated.

Every one of them was clad in black iron scale armor covering their entire bodies, the iron armor plates gleaming with a metallic chill in the sunlight.

On the north bank of the Chishui River, countless black wolf-head banners fluttered in the morning breeze.

All the Tiele cavalry cheered loudly for them.

Amidst the heavy sound of hooves, this elite Tiele force began to cross the river, the thousand-odd iron-clad soldiers slowly pressing towards the south bank.

Standing on the mountain peak, the Longxiang Marquis's eyes showed surprise. She had heard of this elite Tiele force.

That was the Tiele people's most elite force, the Wolf Banner Armored Guards.

The so-called Armored Guards were the elite chosen from every thirty Tiele soldiers.

That is to say, only the strongest and most battle-hardened of thirty Tiele soldiers was qualified to be selected into the Armored Guards.

Rumor has it that if a Tiele person wants to become an Armored Guard, they must have beheaded at least ten enemies on the battlefield.

And they must not have any experience of fleeing or retreating.

Only then would they be qualified to receive the finest iron armor and weapons.

Therefore, every soldier in the Armored Guards was almost a veteran of hundreds of battles.

Among the Tiele people's 30,000-strong army on the north bank, there were not many Armored Guards, only about a thousand.

At this time, on the river surface.

Thousands of armored warriors, riding horses and treading through the river water, came from the north bank.

They held huge long sabers and battle-axes in their hands, reflecting a cold light in the morning light.

That kind of oppressive feeling from a hundred-battle elite, like dark clouds pressing down, was so heavy that it was hard to breathe.

The soldier-households behind the wooden walls on the south bank, watching the approaching Tiele Ironclad Guards, were all terrified.

Hundreds of ox-horn bugles on the north bank emitted a low, mournful sound.

The sound of the bugles shook the hearts of all the Liang people on the south bank.

Tiele cavalry had been overwhelming the Liang people on the battlefield for decades.

That kind of fear, etched into the bone marrow, gradually resurfaced in the hearts of the soldier-households.

In the past few years, the various northern barbarian tribes had invaded the borders of the Great Liang dozens of times.

Wherever the wolf banners went, countless Liang people's cities were destroyed and their families perished.

The old and weak were trampled into minced meat by the hooves of horses, and the strong men and women were plundered as slaves.

Tiele warriors even used the heads of Liang people to build Jingguan.

In the eyes of the northern barbarians, the weak Liang people were nothing more than a flock of ownerless sheep.

And the entire Liang kingdom was just a hunting ground for them to hunt.

At this time, thousands of Armored Guards had already crossed the middle line of the Chishui River.

The centurion at the head raised the wolf banner in his hand high and let out a shrill, desolate howl.

That voice was like the wolf king in the wilderness.

Immediately, thousands of Armored Guards echoed with wolf howls, and the soul-stirring battle cries resounded through the heavens and the earth.

Just then, from the direction of the central army on the mountain peak on the south bank, a clear and audible sound of drums came.

The sound of the drums was steady and powerful, the drumbeats rapid and dense.

At first, there was only one war drum, but soon there were several, dozens of war drums beating together.

Waves of rapid drumbeats, like rolling thunder, gradually drowned out the Tiele people's wolf howls and bugle calls.

The drumbeats also awakened the Liang soldiers who had fallen into fear.

They turned their heads and looked up at the direction of the central army on the hillside.

The Liang character banner and the Longxiang Army battle flag fluttered in the strong wind.

The banners of the various prefectures were also standing still.

The armored warriors in the Longxiang Army were also divided into small teams to support the various wooden stockades and mountain passes.

And behind them, a large number of civilians were pushing countless strange vehicles.

Some soldier-households with good eyes could recognize at a glance that these were the four-wheeled wooden carts used by the logistics camp to transport grain.

But now, these vehicles had been completely changed beyond recognition by the artisan camp.

The car body was reinforced with thick wood, several sharp spears were inserted into the front of the car body, and even blade knives were tied to both sides of the car body.

Inside the car body, it was filled with stones and soil for ballast.

These were the iron skidding carts that Li Yuan had the artisan camp build overnight.

The so-called skidding cart is a vehicle that uses height differences and steep slopes to ram into the enemy's army.

In ancient times, it was also called a charge cart, ramming car, or tiger car.

At this time, the Liang army occupied the high slope and geographical advantage of the Luan Shi Mountains on the south bank, just looking down from a high position.

If the Tiele people want to break through the south bank mountain village, they must rush up a hillside that is seventy or eighty meters high and one hundred and fifty steps long.

This is simply a natural and perfect skidding track.

From the first day he came to the Chishui River front line, Li Yuan had envisioned the tactic of using simple iron skidding carts to hit the Tiele army formation on the river滩.

It's just that at that time, he was just an ordinary military fort captain, and his words were not important.

Later, Li Yuan gained the appreciation of the Longxiang Marquis, which allowed him to command the artisan camp, and this gave him the opportunity to implement it.

The transformation process of the iron skidding cart is also very simple.

Directly use the two-wheeled and four-wheeled wooden carts of the logistics team, first reinforce the wheel hubs of the vehicles.

Install iron spears on the front of the car, tie long knives to the body, and fill the car with stones and soil for ballast.

This kind of transformation is almost no difficulty for the artisans of the artisan camp.

More than five hundred vehicles were transformed overnight, and now all of them have been pushed to the top of the mountain ridge steep slope.

Under the cover of the wooden wall, the iron skidding carts are aligned with the hillside below one by one, and then firmly fixed with ropes.

If someone were to look at the back of the Liang army's wooden wall from the air at this time, they would see hundreds of iron skidding carts concentrated on the steep slope.

Aligned along the battle line in turn, waiting for the central army's order at any time.