Three Kingdoms

The armies of both sides fought fiercely on the battlefield with a radius of about three or four miles, and the sound of killing was loud.

The horns sounded, the horses galloped, and the Han cavalry swept over.

The Yarkand people and Qiuci people that Que Su was looking forward to did arrive in time. This made Que Su think that God had not abandoned him. However, this was just Que Su's illusion, just like before the lottery was drawn, everyone thought that they were He is like a lucky person, but he doesn't know that in addition to luck, there is something called a "black box" in this world.

The Qiuchi people and the Han cavalry collapsed at the first touch.

Seeing that the momentum was not right, the Yarkand people howled twice, then followed the Kucha people and ran away far away.

The scene was extremely chaotic for a time, because the defeat was so fast that Lu Bu even wondered if it was a trap by the Kucha and Yarkand people. After consciously sorting out the queue, he discovered that these Kucha and Yarkand people had really escaped. I couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

War will bring death, but war also brings improvements in weapons and equipment. Although the overall number of soldiers in the Western Region is more than Lu Bu, in terms of combat effectiveness, they are not superior, especially in terms of momentum, professional soldiers and There is a gap between part-time farmers themselves, and for these barbarians in the Western Regions, their previous wars were at best battles between cities. There was basically no strategic layout like the Han people.

The sun sets over the western mountains.

Que Su looked at the sky and listened to the killing sounds in his ears, but his heart was trembling. Pain and despair continued to impact his soul like a raging wave. what do I do? Should you continue to stay here? Or break out and retreat? Or surrender?

"kill! ha! ” Yun Er roared loudly, waving the thick and long iron rod, carrying wind and thunder and blood drops all over the sky. When he hit it with one blow, a bare bearded head suddenly exploded, and a bloody head burst open. The body fell to the grass piled with debris with a shrill scream.

Several barbarians who were forced into a desperate situation howled, raised their spears with their eyes closed, and stabbed Yun Er randomly. Three swords also hit Yun Er's side. Yun Er turned his body slightly to avoid being stabbed by the spear. The iron rod whizzed down and hit the two barbarians until they vomited blood and fell to the ground. At the same time, Yun Er made a free punch and punched it hard, hitting the side of the barbarian. The face of the Hu man who was struck by the knife suddenly became crooked and his nose and mouth were crooked. He even fell down on his back with the knife, and blood spurted out from his mouth.

However, Yun Er rushed too far forward. In the melee, a tomahawk suddenly appeared, aimed at Yun Er's back and struck it down!

A Yunrong tribesman who was following Yun Er flew up into the air, and the spear in his hand was inserted into the neck of the big man holding the ax at an alarming speed. Blood burst out. The strength of the ax in this Hu man's hand was slightly reduced, but it still struck with a bang. On Yunji’s back!

Yun Er stumbled and almost fell down. The barbarian saw an opportunity and another barbarian held a knife, aiming at the crooked Yun Er's neck and slashing at him like crazy!

When Meng Hong, who was fighting hard a dozen steps away, saw it, he subconsciously pulled out the flying knife from his waist, roared and threw it! The flying knife roared all the way and penetrated hard into the waist of the barbarian. The Hu man's body was shaken violently, and he let out a long miserable howl. The sword in his hand lost its accuracy, and struck Yun Er's shoulder with a clang!

Yun Er tilted his head and fell to the ground. Yun Rong's tribe was shocked and hurriedly swarmed forward, slashing at the barbarians who were charging up, trying to protect Yun Er with all their lives.

A moment later, Yun'er stood up unsteadily with his slanted armor, wiped a handful of blood from the corner of his mouth, and then shouted angrily at the tribesmen around him with his eyes wide open: "Who stepped on my face?" ah? Who stepped on it? 』

The Han army was full of momentum, but the more Que Su defended, the more they collapsed. As the Kucha and Shache people withdrew from the battlefield, Que Su finally put down his weapon and surrendered after holding on for an hour.

The night fell.

Southwest of Haitou.

Excellent city.

The Kushan troops were stationed here.

Because of racial differences, people in Kushan are relatively taller than people in the Western Regions. Therefore, many Kushan people think that they are higher than the barbarians in the Western Regions.

Guishuang Lord Anggu led two battalions of men and horses, riding Dawan's war horses. Not only were they a head taller, but the war horses were also a head taller. Over the years, they had been shouting and drinking a lot, and they were consciously arrogant. They all felt that the Han people were nothing special. They even thought that sending troops this time was just a fuss made by Angu. The Han people would have been defeated without any need to send troops themselves.

So when the scouts reported that the Han people were coming, many Kushan people were overjoyed. They even thought that based on this battle record, they could be transferred back to the hinterland of Kushan instead of continuing in this damn place. The inferior land is waiting...

Just like those officials dispatched by the Han Dynasty in the Western Regions, these Kushan people who were far away from the mainland of Kushan also longed to return to the hinterland of Kushan one day earlier.

Ungu thought so too, so he laughed and ordered to march early the next morning.

Of course, in order to maintain the physical strength of the war horse, Angu did not move very fast along the way. Then when he was halfway there, Angu received a request for help from the Kucha people.

The Kucha people claimed that the Han people were ferocious, and begged Angu to speed up, or order the outflanking flanks in the north and south directions to support first...

However Ungu refused.

What Anggu wanted was a great victory, not simply to drive away the Han people. Defeating the Han people was only part of his original responsibilities. Only by defeating the Han people could it be considered a victory and have the capital to transfer back.

So Angu pointed angrily at the Kucha people and shouted, saying that the coalition forces of Kucha and others had almost 20,000 people, but how many Han people were there? Even if the Han want to defeat them, how much time will it take? How much force is consumed? Could it be that the 20,000 people like Kucha and others couldn't hold on for two or three days?

Anggu also said that even if emergency assistance is ordered now, among other things, the physical strength of the war horses will be greatly reduced, and the most important thing is that the time for the attack has been agreed upon. Once it changes, it will be considered as the original time. All plans need to be changed? What if the Han caught the gap and escaped? In order to completely annihilate the Han people, we must act according to the plan and cannot support in advance.

Of course, Ang Gu still had something hidden in his heart. If he failed to win a big victory and was only temporarily defeated, how could he have enough merit to return to the imperial capital? Therefore, for Anggu, it doesn't matter even if the Western Region is turned into a mess. As long as he can go back, then this mess will naturally be the next general's problem...

However, what happened next was beyond Angu's expectation. Scouts reported one after another that fierce fighting was taking place in Moon Lake. The Han people surrounded the Yanqi people and attacked crazily. The Yanqi people suffered heavy losses. Although the Kucha and Shache people rushed He went to the rescue, but was quickly repelled by the Han people...

Now some of the Han people have stayed in Moon Lake, and some are heading northwest along the retreat direction of the Kucha and Yarkand people...

Anggu swallowed his saliva and did not issue any orders for a long time. It wasn't until he received the news that the Nuoqiang people from the flank were coming at a fast speed that he ordered his men to gallop slowly towards Moon Lake in Haitou.

At this moment, on the northwest battlefield of Moon Lake, Jiang Ji and his cavalry were chasing the Kucha and Shache people all the way, but both sides seemed to have their own goals and neither used their full strength.

The people in Kucha Shache seemed to just run away, and Jiang Ji did not pursue them with all his strength.

It wasn't until the Kucha and Yarkand people bumped into the Shule people who came according to the original plan that the atmosphere suddenly became tense...

And there's something weird about it.

Normally, after receiving reinforcements, they should immediately launch an attack on the Han people. However, after the Shule people encountered the Kucha people and the Shache people, after a period of inexplicable confusion, they did not launch a fierce offensive, but slowly Press forward and form a confrontation with Jiang Ji.

Jiang Ji keenly grasped this unusual change. While sending people to report the news to Lu Bu in the rear, he also kept a certain distance from these barbarians from the Western Regions and rushed forward without getting carried away. The two sides seemed to have a tacit understanding. Waiting, waiting for a result.

In the evening of the next day, after Lu Bu received feedback from Jiang Ji, the scouts who dispersed also reported that they had discovered the Kushan people coming from the southwest.

Anggu also received the latest news on the Moon Lake battlefield. The scout reported back that the battle between the Yanqi and the Han people seemed to have ended. There was no news from the north for the time being, but the Nuoqiang in the south was still some distance away...

Anggu asked if there were any soldiers who had escaped from the battlefield, so that he could learn more about the Han army, including the whereabouts of the missing Kucha and Yarkand people. However, the scout reported back that these deserters were ordinary soldiers and were not at all I can't even count clearly, let alone what happened in Moon Lake...

"Immediately send someone to urge Nuqiang and Shule again, order them to throw away all burdens and get here as quickly as possible!" Anggu realized that something was wrong. He pointed at the messenger with the riding crop in his hand and said, "Quick, must be quick!" 』

However, what Angu didn't expect was that Lu Bu pressed forward again, leading his men and horses to kill him!

As soon as Anggu's surprised expression appeared on his face, it turned into anger, and then he showed a ferocious smile, "Okay, I have the guts..." He suddenly looked back and roared at the top of his lungs, "Blow the trumpet, blow the trumpet, quickly go ahead……"

The passionate horn sound soared into the sky, and the Kushan troops led by Anggu moved upon hearing the horn. They kicked the horses in the belly one by one and began to gallop. The horses neighed in pain and their speed suddenly accelerated.

Angu believed that his men and horses were full of energy, and the Han people's men and horses had just gone through a big battle, so their vitality and blood were bound to be weakened. At this time, the Han people rushed over, simply seeking death, so Angu could not find any reason to escape. Even though it's about a day earlier than the originally planned battle time...

At worst, it's a night battle, why should we avoid it because of this?

Although it had been repairing for most of the day, the Han cavalry had not fully recovered. This was normal. After all, the acid accumulated in the muscles due to a large outbreak could not be eliminated in a short time.

However, Lu Bu had his own ideas.

From the northwest, Jiang Ji reported that he had encountered reinforcements from the Western Regions, which meant that the opponent's troops this time were not just the ones in front of him, so he continued to wait. Although his physical strength could be restored, there was a possibility that more enemy troops would arrive. If you can defeat the Kushan people, then the rest of the barbarians in the Western Regions will naturally be intimidated, and the overall situation will naturally be determined...

Storms and thunder broke out again on the battlefield.

"Blow the trumpet...beat the drum..."

"Someone is coming!" Order to the right wing! When charging, be fast and be ruthless! Lu Bu explained, "We can't let these guys contact the northwest!" 』

The ordering soldier responded loudly, and then went to find Wei to continue the order.

Lu Bu's horse was galloping, and suddenly he raised his halberd high and shouted wildly: "Big man!" mighty! Big man! Won victory! 』

The roar was powerful, drifting in the wind in the open fields, and went straight into the hearts of the Han soldiers. Yun Er, who was following Lu Bu, was trembling with excitement. He also roared and raised the battle flag in his hand high.

The battle flag of the Han Dynasty fluttered in the wind, making a hunting sound in the air with an astonishing momentum.

"Big man!" mighty! 』

"Big man!" Won victory! ! 』

The roar was like thunder, and the explosions resounded throughout the sky.

Lu Bu took the lead, pointing his halberd forward, "Kill, kill!" 』

In the vast wilderness, two majestic torrents accumulated maximum energy, carrying wind and thunder all over the sky, roaring from the east and west directions, and collided with each other!

The sky and the earth suddenly lost color, and the originally gray sky suddenly began to darken, and dark clouds gathered.

"Rumble..."

Thunder exploded in the air.

"Rumble..."

The roar of the torrent on the ground was even louder, like a mountain collapsing and the earth cracking, and the killing sound rising into the sky instantly drowned out the bursts of thunder from the sky.

War horses are galloping, neighing, trampling, soldiers are shouting, fighting, flying together with the long arrows in the sky. Although the accents of both sides are different, they all represent the same meaning: "Kill..."

In this land, the Han people represented by Lu Bu and the Kushan people represented by Angu once again came into close contact after Ban Chao. Both sides burst out with sweat and blood, struggled, collided, and released huge emotions. With all their energy, they try to suppress the other party, ravage the other party severely, and completely defeat the other party.

In a short period of time, nearly a thousand people on both sides fell completely and disappeared among the rolling hooves of horses...

Lu Bu killed through the Kushan formation, suddenly vibrated Fang Tian's painted halberd in the air, and the blood and residual flesh flew out, and issued an order, "Reorganize the queue, reorganize the queue..."

Yun Er also followed suit and shook the flesh and bones on the iron rod. But what he didn't know was that there were scales on the long handle of Lu Bu Fangtian's painted halberd. Even if it was stained with flesh and blood, it would still remain intact. The friction force, but the iron rod in Yun's hand did not have these lines, and he almost flew out of his hand with a shake...

Anggu was very surprised, surprised by the strong resilience of the Han people, but he still believed that victory should still belong to him. He even believed that the Han people were fighting for their lives before the night. When night fell, the Han people would have no choice but to run for their lives. , so he turned his horse's head, roared shrilly, and organized the array again, "Kill, kill them, don't let the Han people go!" 』

The sky was getting dark, dark clouds were rolling in, and it was obvious that there was going to be a thunderstorm.

Now during the Little Ice Age, cold fronts have repeatedly oppressed the warm climate, and the humidity and warmth will naturally rebound occasionally. Under the violent intersection of the two sides, winter thunder naturally appears.

Just when the two sides were preparing to form an array for combat again, the first bolt of lightning struck down, attracting the attention of many people. Soon, these people's eyes could not be separated...

Because in the light of falling lightning, a flag suddenly appeared on the edge of the battlefield. It was so dark that it was difficult to see what kind of flag it was, what words were written on it, and what patterns were drawn on it, but it was indeed a flag. The appearance of the flag means that a new unit has arrived and will join the battlefield.

"General!" People from the south! Our reinforcements must have arrived..."

The Kushan soldiers suddenly burst into cheers, their morale was high, and there were shouts and shouts.

Anggu nodded with satisfaction, "Come, come and have a look. If the people from Nuqiang arrive, let them join the battlefield as soon as possible and eliminate this group of Han people!" 』

The Kushan soldiers excitedly ran towards the direction of the flag and got closer. With the help of the remaining light, they could vaguely identify the appearance of the Qiang people. After a distance, they shouted and shouted at this group of Qiang people. The people issued Ungu's order.

This group of Qiang people seemed to understand, and began to urge their horses to gallop forward.

Kushan's messenger shouted with a smile, and excitedly rode his horse close to the Qiang people, preparing to point out the direction of attack to the Qiang leader. However, he saw a strange smile on the Qiang people's faces, and lightning flashes from time to time. The thunder was full of strangeness.

Before the Kushan soldiers could figure out what was going on, the "Qiang leader" slashed him under his horse, and almost at the same time, several other Kushan soldiers were either hacked to death or stabbed to death...

The Qiang leader shouted in a deep voice: "Change the flag!" 』

A Qiang man agreed, took out a flag from his arms, then pulled off the flag that was originally attached to the gun shaft, and threw it on the ground.

The war horses galloped past, trampling the original flag into the mud...

A new flag was hung above the gun barrel. Although it was hung temporarily and was a little crooked, every stroke on the flag still gave off a desolate atmosphere!

"Chinese"!

…

In Dunhuang City, Li Ru turned his head to look at the stormy sky, watching the faint flashes of lightning on the horizon, then lowered his eyes, stretched out two thin fingers with exposed veins, picked up a white piece, and dropped it on the chessboard. On top, while blocking one of the black dragon's air holes, it also connected two white holes.

Amidst the faint wind and thunder, the black and white colors on the chessboard seemed to be transformed into black and white soldiers, roaring, twisting, and slashing in the vast sky and earth, with flesh and blood flying everywhere, and corpses everywhere.

And on the bloody chessboard, there is a pair of slender eyes of Li Ru...