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In the far horizon, the wild sand rolled up in the sky, and countless Turkic horses were like galloping arrows, shuttled through the desert like shooting stars, the horses hooves kicked the earth, and the earth shook and the mountains shook.

The knights on horseback were dressed in leather shirts and felt hats. Their sunken eyes were wild blue, and their pointed noses were as rebellious as the Turkic nationality. The faces of the knights were filled with excitement and greed, and countless sharp scimitars were held high in their sturdy arms, glittering faintly cold under the sunlight.

The Turks are here! The dust and sand in the sky are like dark clouds falling from the sky. Their speed is several times faster than expected! The spectacular scene of the ten thousand war horses neighing and galloping on the desert makes people feel heartbroken. Trembling.

The sky-shattering sound seemed to shake Lin Wanrong's heart out, looking at the dark clouds, sand dust, war horses and people in the distance, there was an incomparable shock in the desolation, no matter how great you are, in this unparalleled momentum In front of them, they will become incomparably small.

Lin Wanrong's eyes were wide open, his face was flushed, and the blood was flowing in the blood vessels all over his body, gradually heating up.

"Brothers, I'm ready—" Du Xiuyuan waved his long sword, and tens of thousands of great Chinese soldiers immediately took their places. Their faces were solemn and slightly nervous. For the first time on the battlefield, the spears in their hands trembled slightly.

The scouts all the way came to report quickly, nervousness pervaded everyone's heart, and the first battle of Dahua was finally about to start!

Lin Wanrong, who was at the forefront, couldn't remember anything at this time. He could only hear the rumbling sound of horses' hooves, which flashed before his eyes. Only the Hu Ren's sharp sword. At this moment of life and death, even the most timid coward has the urge to burn with blood.

The battlefield can turn cowards into heroes!

Forty miles, thirty miles, twenty miles... There are more than 10,000 iron cavalry from the barbarians. At a speed that is unimaginable for ordinary people, it moved forward rapidly. Gradually, the sound became louder and louder, and the dust and sand raised the ten miles in front of my eyes into an impenetrable mist, faintly, the mane and hoof of the war horse, the felt on the head of the barbarians. The caps are clearly visible.

"The Hu people are ten miles away from me—" The scout in front of him shouted loudly, making everyone's hearts tighten instantly. Countless soldiers stared into the distance, and the knife handles in their hands were about to shatter.

"Five miles -" Lin Wanrong held his breath, the world seemed to freeze at this moment. He could no longer hear any sound, and all he saw was the fangs of the barbarians who were close at hand.

The dust from the sky swept across the face, the sand poured into the corner of the mouth, and the bitter taste. Lin Wanrong spit, but was surprised to find out. In the distance, Hu Yun seemed to gradually slow down, and the sound of hoofs also sparsed.

It didn't take a while, but the endless dark clouds seemed to stop suddenly.

The neighing of the horses could not be heard, and the sparse hooves of the horses were heard in the ears. The Turkic cavalry actually slowly stopped their running pace. Warlord's eardrum.

Tens of thousands of knights left when they said go, and stopped when they said they stopped, and even the war horses cooperated just right. Neat and neat, they stopped two or three miles away from Wuyuan City. The Turkic cavalry was really powerful and terrifying.

Lin Wanrong's heart sank, and he had a clearer understanding of the fighting power of the Hu people.

"Why did the Hu people stop suddenly?" Du Xiuyuan stood beside him, frowning and asked, "Could it be that they found something abnormal?"

Lin Wanrong's face was sinking like water, and he shook his head slightly, letting the wind and sand blow his cheeks. The desert, where the sound of hoofs was still shaking, suddenly seemed to be quiet. The neighing of horses and the sound of hunting and hunting wind with flying flags seemed so insignificant to the ears of all the soldiers. The battlefield was deadly quiet, and even the sound of a steel needle falling to the ground could arouse the vigilance of both sides.

Lin Wanrong jumped up the highest mound, took a long shouting microphone made of diabolo, and shouted loudly into the distance: "Look out to the Turkic junior, I am the right-wing vanguard of the Dahua Million Lions, Lin Sanshi! Where is Nur Stud?!"

He gathered all his strength, and his voice came from far away along the microphone. In the wind and sand in the sky, there was an uncontrollable heroic spirit.

The Turks on the opposite side were all silent, and no one responded to his call. The fierce light flashed in his eyes, but shot through the desert sand and went straight to Wuyuan City.

"If Nuer Suoha has caught up, with the ferocity of the Turks, he will never shrink back and not respond. It seems that he is still in the army behind and has not yet had time to rush to the front." Du Xiuyuan followed. Calm analysis around him.

Lin Wanrong nodded and shouted: "You wait for the Turkic villains to commit murder and invade our Dahua border. The slaughter of my people is unacceptable. In the name of the Dahua Xiongshi Right Road Marshal, I order you to retreat quickly. , and then order the Turkic Pika Khan to write a letter of surrender and send it to my Dahua Heavenly Dynasty, to make offerings every year and to bow down to my emperor of the Heavenly Dynasty. If your children do not listen to the admonition and go their own way, you will definitely be called back and forth, and your body will be broken into pieces. !", There was a turmoil in the opposite Turkic formation, and the warhorse kept neighing, thinking that he heard his shouting, someone translated it, and the Turks were on fire. The horses on the opposite side began to move slowly, and the hoofs gradually became louder.

Suddenly, a dull sound of hoofs broke the silence on both sides, and the neat formation of the Turks slowly moved to both sides, and a group of cavalry came up from the rear of the Turks. The last wolf's head with a bloody mouth is clearly visible. A tall horse with a strong head under the banner was showing off its might, and sitting immediately was a Turkic man with deep eyes and a high nose. He was much larger than ordinary Turks, holding a heavy mace in his hand, his hair was curled up, his eyes were fierce, and his open mouth was gleaming with cold light. Judging from his appearance and aura, he should be the Turkic pioneer Nursuoha.

This Turkic man Uriquala shouted loudly, without the help of a loudspeaker, the voice could come over, and the voice was really terrifying.

Lin Wanrong couldn't understand what this fellow was saying, and Du Xiuyuan translated in a low voice: "General, this person is Nuersuoha. He said that he would fight you, capture you alive, and drink your heart and lungs."

Lin Wanrong was furious and shouted into the microphone: "Nursuoha kid, you are ignorant, and you come to my Dahua to talk nonsense. If you have the guts, you will duel with my Dahua thousands of people. Grandpa Lin, I am today. I will definitely show you how great I am!"

There was obviously an interpreter over there, and Nuer Soha shouted loudly, his eyes bulging like copper bells, his furry hand waved, and he didn't know what to say in nonsense. The Turkic brigade was like an exploding pile of sand. Ten thousand horses sang in unison and rushed forward.

The speed of the Turkic war horses was extremely fast, and the knights grew up on horseback, and their movements were extremely skilled. In the blink of an eye, the galloping dark clouds made a comeback, countless locusts and arrows were dense like sand, and the rumbling sound of horse hooves knocked Wuyuan City. The mud of the earth shook so loudly that it was about to burst the eardrums. That momentum, that momentum, is even better than Fang Fang.

Lin Wanrong's heart skipped a beat and shouted, "Brothers, prepare to-"

The voice of the scout in front shouted: "The Hu people are three miles away from me—"

"The Hu people are two miles away from me—"

"Cannon!" Lin Wanrong quickly drew out his saber, and the snowy light soared into the sky. With a long roar, he looked so majestic in the sound of the Hu people's hooves.

"Boom", "Boom", Du Xiuyuan moved into the two artillery pieces in the city, with a mournful howl, and spit out his tongue in the distance. With a long howl, the cannonball drew a beautiful arc and landed in the middle of the Hu people and horses. Several Turkic war horses flew blood and flesh in an instant, blazing flames shot into the sky, and dozens of Hu people were drowned in the sea of ​​​​fire.

That bloody light seemed to arouse the ferocity of the Turks, and the brigade never stopped. They stepped on the corpses of war horses and their companions, shouting slogans that no one could understand. Tens of thousands of war horses were like rolling dark clouds, galloping towards Wuyuan City. That aura made the world change color.

The two artillery pieces kept roaring, and the barrels of the guns were hot. However, compared with the Hu people, this artillery fire is only a drop in the bucket, how can it stop the march of the Turks. The Hu people left dozens of corpses, but the 10,000-strong horse team broke through the blockade of artillery fire in an instant, and directly pressed Wuyuan City.

Three hundred zhang, two hundred zhang, one hundred zhang, the arrows of the Hu people fell under the city with the sound of the wind.

"Rocketmen!" Du Xiuyuan swung his long sword, eight hundred rocketmen armed with long bows, aiming at the Hu people to ride, and thousands of rockets were fired at the same time. The Turks who rushed at the forefront fell off their horses, and the fire instantly ignited their clothes. The screams were endless. The Turks who followed them were all in a hurry, quickly passing through their injured companions, and in the blink of an eye, they reached the city. He picked up the bow and arrow in his hand and shot towards the city.

"Serial crossbow -" Lin Wanrong threw a flowing arrow and shouted steadily.

A crossbowman has already caught up to take over the position of the rocketman. This serial crossbow has been carefully improved by Xu Zhiqing, and it shoots accurately. The speed is fast, and it is very suitable for defending the city. Countless serial crossbows shot at the barbarians in front of them like locusts.

Seeing that the Turks were only a few dozen meters away from the city wall, they were turned over by this powerful series of crossbow shots. The screams were endless, and this burst of damage was much stronger than that of artillery and rockets.

The Turks suddenly shouted a few times, and four or five thousand heavy riders in black rushed out like the wind, heading for the city. This Turkic heavy cavalry was dressed in thick armor, and his body was tightly attached to the horse's mane. It's too late for a serial crossbowman to shoot.

This is the time for hand-to-hand combat! A Turkic heavy prancing horse crossed the earth wall and passed over his head, becoming the first Turkic to invade Wuyuan City.

Lin Wanrong shouted loudly, the blade stirred, blood splashed, the Turkic horse was cut in half by him, and the Turkic knight fell heavily to the ground. Lin Wanrong hurried forward, gathered all his strength, and stabbed the Hu Ren's chest with a knife, long bloodstains shot up into the sky and landed on his helmet. On his face, the fiery blood irritated his whole body, and there was a burning feeling. .

Lin Wanrong let out a long roar, and pulled out a long knife from the barbarian's chest, blood rising to the sky.

"Kill—" He gathered his life's strength and roared loudly.

"Kill ah-", the soldiers were encouraged by him, the blood in their chests instantly ignited, and countless shouts rose into the sky, and the brave Dahua Erlang rushed out of the bunker and battled with the barbarians.

The fierceness of the Turks is well-deserved. They have excellent riding skills, superb swordsmanship, strong height and strength, and never have any extra tricks.

These 10,000 elite soldiers are all elites brought by Lin Wanrong from Shandong. They are second to none in Dahua, and their lethality is not weak, but compared with the heavy cavalry of the Hu people, the gap is still obvious. In the fierce battle with the Hu people, the gap between physical strength and experience gradually appeared.

The Turks' swordsmanship is simple and practical, and almost every blow is fatal, but the Dahua soldiers are full of enthusiasm, and they are not afraid of death. They make up for their physical disadvantages with incomparable confidence.

The two sides fought fiercely, the Turks kept breaking their halberds, and countless Dahua Erlangs fell down, the blood gurgling on their chests dyed the dust of the desert red.

There were sword lights everywhere, bloodstains everywhere, the small Wuyuan, the fortress on the flat ground, instantly evolved into a coordinate that will always be remembered in the history of Dahua and the Turks.

"Ah--" The sky-shattering howl sounded, and a Dahua soldier's eyes turned red, but he threw off his thigh that had been cut off by the Hu people, and he took off on one leg like a blood-stained god of war in the gushing of blood. , ruthlessly pressed the Hu people under his body, opening his mouth like a Turk bite. The barbarian roared violently, and pierced his chest with a machete, and when he picked up the tip of the knife, it dug out his intestines, and blood splattered all over the ground.

"Bastard, ** your eight-fold ancestor--" Lin Wanrong growled and roared, his eyes were split open, he jumped up like a lion, rushed forward and aimed at the dog's head, and he chopped violently, like crazy. The roar spread throughout Wuyuan City: "Bastard, I'll smash you to death - barbarian bastard, you all come, come at me-"

Seeing his crazy appearance, Gao Chief was taken aback and rushed to protect him. Du Xiuyuan slashed the necks of the Hu people beside him with a knife, rushed in front of him and said, "General, general—"

Lin Wanrong squeezed his fingers, and slowly closed the eyes of the dead soldier. His eyes were blood red and he said solemnly: "Brother Du, how many Hu people have invaded Wuyuan?"

Du Xiuyuan slashed the arrows flying from the branches and replied, "At least 50%."

Lin Wanrong looked around, the yellow sand of Wuyuan City had already been dyed red with blood, and countless children fell into the desert, standing, lying, hugging with the Hu people, none of the remains were Complete, and none of them can close their eyes peacefully. That young body gradually became one with the desert.

Lin Wanrong's teeth were shattered, his eyes were red and swollen, looking at the Turks who were rushing into the city from afar, he suddenly raised his head to the sky and shouted: "Bastards, I want you to pay for your debts with blood! Du Xiuyuan, give the order, the whole army retreats——"

"The whole army retreats—" Du Xiuyuan sounded a trombone, and the remaining Dahua soldiers roared in unison, gathered all their strength, forced the barbarian back with a knife, turned over on a horse, turned and ran out of the city.

When the Turkic cavalry saw Dahua's defeat, the long horns sounded and the whole camp was swarmed. The sound of horses' hooves outside the city was even louder. Numerous Turkic cavalry rushed in, passed through Wuyuan City, and pursued the remaining Dahua soldiers.

Lin Wanrong took Gao Chief and Hu Bugui to stay behind at the end. When Gao Chief slashed five Hu people under his horse, Lin Wanrong gritted his teeth and snorted: "Two big brothers, let's go!"

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The three of them got on their horses, and the cold arrow behind them shot straight at the vest. The Hu people clearly recognized the "Right-Road Marshal Lin San of Dahua Xiongshi" who had just shouted, and the shouts were endless, and their expressions were extremely excited.

The Dahua remnant army dashed in front, and countless barbarians chased behind, on the vast desert. The two armies drew a long black line, which was extremely spectacular.

Lin Wanrong turned around and looked around. Behind him, ten thousand horses roared in unison, and the black Turkic cavalry chased after him like wild bees. In the far away city of Wuyuan, the Turks were still entering. He suddenly turned the horse's head, and the horse flew into the air: "Du Xiuyuan, shoot arrows!"

Waiting for this moment, Du Xiuyuan's expression was shocked, and he took out the arrow in his arms.

"唧——" "唧——" Two screams cut through the sky, and a few beautiful fireworks bloomed in the sand of the desert.

Lin Wanrong clenched her palms and waited quietly for that moment to come. In his eyes, every minute and every second was so long.

"Boom--" "Boom--" these roars. Falling in Lin Wanrong's ears, it is as wonderful as Xian Yin. The sound of the arrow fell, and Li Sheng's artillery roared in unison. The blossoming fireworks flickered and shot towards Wuyuan City. The defeated Dahua remnants couldn't help but stop. Their eyes flashed with excitement, and they gathered behind Lin Wanrong. Everyone looked at Wuyuan, and a thick cloud of black smoke rose into the sky. But there was no fire as expected. Just as the heart was anxious, there were several shrill and long screams, and the artillery fire of the Shenji Camp seemed to have eyes. In the middle of Wuyuan City Center.

"Boom", a roar resounded like the earth was shaking, and the shining fire was eye-catching. Wuyuan City was like a burning firecracker.

"One, two, three, four—" Lin Wanrong silently counted. The explosions continued, the earth trembled, and Wuyuan in the distance was like a huge mushroom, being overturned in the sky by bursts of fire. Countless war horses and countless Turks flew straight into the sky in the rumbling explosion, turning into ghosts outside the sky. I couldn't hear their screams, I couldn't hear their screams, and all the sounds were lost in the sound of the explosion.

The Turks who had chased out of the city were stunned, looking at the clouds of dust and flesh mixed with blood rising behind them, and even the war horses under them were trembling. For the first time, they felt a sense of fear.

Countless explosions and firelights, one after another, the desert seemed to be separated into two parts, and the trembling feeling made everyone look at him.

Lin Wanrong's face was calm, and his eyes were as cold as snow and ice in the Tianshan Mountains. He took a long breath, pulled out his long sword, and shouted in a hoarse voice: "It's time for revenge! Don't give the Turks any chance, kill for the sake of the dead brother. Just them!—go ahead—”

"Kill them all! Go!" The soldiers who had just experienced the bloody battle, the anger and anger that had accumulated for a long time erupted in an instant, and the tragic situation of the brothers who were like siblings inspired their murderous aura. At this moment of turning defeat into victory, only blood is the best tribute to the dead brother. The Dahua remnants turned their horses around, with red eyes, like the most ferocious wolves, and went straight to kill the Turkic cavalry. 5. Lin Wanrong took the lead in the front, the wind whistled on both sides, the face of the tragically killed brother flashed in front of his eyes, he couldn't remember anything, and he thought of a word - kill! Kill! Kill!

He didn't know where the strength came from. When he got into the Turkic people, he just slashed. There was no skill, only one slash!! It seemed that there was a strange and powerful force that made him an invincible warrior in an instant. In his eyes, it was like the red rain in the desert, which was used to wash away the shame of Dahua for a hundred years.

"Brother Lin is crazy--" Chief Gao sighed, his eyes moist, and suddenly shouted: "My motherfucker is also crazy--" As the sword fell, one after another Turkic people were beheaded by him.

This group of remnants of the defeated soldiers suddenly seemed to be reborn, each with infinite strength, and they rushed towards the Turkic cavalry recklessly. With that momentum and strength, even the Turks who were the most skilled in fighting could not bear it. Terrified.

"Kill—" The dust flew up from the south, thousands of dragon flags fluttered high, and there was an earth-shattering loud noise. Hundreds of thousands of Dahua elites rolled in like the sudden surging dust in the desert. Hu Bugui, who rushed in the front, had a horse under his crotch like the wind, his legs were on the saddle side by side, and the blood in his eyes made the Hu people shudder.

Once Dahua's century-old shame is washed away, it is at this moment!

Although the Turks were powerful in combat, all of the city was wiped out. The more than 20,000 cavalry in the front were cut off, and they had become a lonely army. In front of countless elites of the great Chinese who were like wolves and tigers, eager to wash away their shame, there were No matter how great the combat power is, it can only be annihilated in this long yellow sand.

In the confusion, his arm was already swollen and painful, and he couldn't think of anything other than swinging the knife. He and Gao Yi and Du Xiuyuan turned into pioneers in the back road, and they went all the way.

This way of fighting, there are countless adventures in the middle, and several times I will be killed by the Hu Ren's sword, and I don't know why, in the last blow, he is always the first to move.

Zuoqiu's left road and Xu Zhiqing's middle army arrived just in time, and cut the Hu people who were chasing out of the city into several sections to completely encircle and suppress them. The Hu people's vanguard army of 60,000 troops was reimbursed for 15,000 people in Wuyuan City. Most of the more than 20,000 people outside the city have been wiped out, and a small group is still stubbornly resisting, but it has not hindered the overall situation. It is a little regrettable that there are still more than 20,000 Turkic cavalrymen who did not have time to enter the city, including the Turkic pioneer Nursuoha. In the firelight of Wuyuan City, Nuer Soha looked at the fierce fighting on the opposite side, but he dared not trade any further.

"Happy, happy!" Hu Bugui's face was flushed with excitement, his armor had already been dyed blood, and his steel knives had been rolled up. He gestured excitedly: "I have been fighting for so many years, and this is the most enjoyable one. General Lin, you don't know, I have never seen such desperate eyes from Turks! Forty thousand, forty thousand Hu people. Then, is there anything more joyful than this?!"

In the first battle, more than 40,000 Turkic elites could be wiped out. This was indeed a great victory. This battle has been famous for the ages, so there is no doubt about it.

Lin Wanrong was exhausted and sighed lightly: "Brother Hu, how much did our army suffer in battle?!"

Hu Bugui's expression darkened: "Although we have a huge advantage in this battle, the Hu people's fighting strength is very strong. Our army killed more than 10,000 people. Among them, more than 6,000 were brothers who accompanied you to Wuyuan."

Lin Wanrong gritted his teeth, and his eyes instantly turned red. Gao Chief and Du Xiuyuan were also speechless.

"Brother Hu, how long will it take for the follow-up troops of the Turks to arrive?" He sighed and asked in a hoarse voice.

Hu Bugui said: "It's about two hours. The Nuer Soha on the opposite side is waiting for the arrival of the follow-up reinforcements from the Hu people. Commander Xu instructed us to quickly clear the battlefield and evacuate immediately to avoid a head-on collision with the Turkic army."

Lin Wanrong nodded and looked around. After the war, all sides were in a mess, smoke billowed, fire splashed, and the dust of the desert was dyed red with dripping blood. In the distance, long wooden boards were lined up, and dry branches were placed under them. The remains of the fallen soldiers were neatly placed together, with tens of thousands of troops standing beside them. Staring at the comrades-in-arms who get along day and night, tears flashed.

Lin Wanrong tightened his hand and said, "Have the remains of the brothers been collected?"

"Those who died in battle outside the city are gathered in one place, and their remains have been sorted out." Hu Bugui's nose was sour: "I'm afraid those in Wuyuan City can't be found."

Fireworks of Wuyuan Castle. It's the best tribute to them. Lin Wanrong sighed and walked slowly towards the remains of the fallen soldiers.

A young face flashed before his eyes, familiar. There are also unfamiliar ones. Although the remains have been sorted out, the tragic death is still shocking. They are all wives, husbands, and children of their parents. How many of them are praying day and night, looking forward to their safe return? How do they know that the person in their dreams that they care about day and night has long since turned into a pool of bones under the setting sun in the depths of the desert. ,, Lin Wanrong's heart was twisted like a knife, two lines of tiger tears dripped silently, and he fell to the ground silently, followed by Du Xiuyuan, Gao Yi, and Hu Bugui. Tens of thousands of soldiers burst into tears and followed behind the coach, kneeling for a long time.

After being silent for a long time, Du Xiuyuan said softly: "General, the time has come, you can't let the remains of the brothers fall into the hands of the Hu people, please send the brothers for a ride.", Lin Wanrong took a long sigh and took the torch in Du Xiuyuan's hand , As soon as he gritted his teeth, the torch was thrown out and fell into the dead branches, and the raging fire slowly spread from near to far, swallowing the young faces. Since then, in the depths of the desert, there have been tens of thousands of Heroic Spirits.

Hu Bugui said: "General, we are about to evacuate, but we have captured tens of thousands of war horses from the Hu people. Due to the lack of time, there are still more than 5,000 that are difficult to tame and cannot be taken away for a while. What should we do with this? ?"

"How to deal with it?" Lin Wanrong snorted, and a cold light flashed in his eyes: "One needle and one thread, one grass and one tree, will never be left to the Turks!"

Hu Bugui glanced at him incomprehensibly, Lin Wanrong clenched his fists and squeaked: "All the Turkic horses that are difficult to tame, all beheaded on the spot, and the soldiers of the whole army will do it. The Turks are ruthless, we are more ruthless than him! "

"Okay, that's it! I have suffered from weakness before Dahua!" Hu Bugui shouted, his eyes flashing.

The Turkic horses really lived up to their reputation. Although they were frightened by the war, they were still steady on their feet and their hoofs were high. It's just that they are wild and hard to tame for a while.

Seeing thousands of Turkic war horses neighing in front of his eyes, Hu Bugui flushed with excitement and slaughtered the Hu people's war horses like cutting cabbage.

"Prepare—" Hu Bugui's eyes flickered fiercely, and he waved his big hand down: "Cut—"

"Cut—" Tens of thousands of soldiers shouted in unison, and the five thousand Turkic horses neighed, and their heads were in a different place in an instant.

Lin Wanrong stepped on the horse's back and looked at the passionate soldiers in front of him, and suddenly a strong sense of responsibility was born in his heart.

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"Go—" he roared, turned his horse's head, and took the lead. Tens of thousands of troops stepped on their horses, followed behind the commander, and walked away. Countless majestic figures slowly disappeared in the depths of the desert dust...

Five thousand large Turkic horses were dead and their bloodstained dried up. In the sunset shrouded in sand fog, 5,000 horse heads were neatly lined up in two blood-dropping characters that made the enemy tremble - "Dahua"!

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