Chapter 46 first quarter

Bimogan lightly tapped "Xueshu" on the neck with the whip handle, and this extreme western horse slowly climbed up the hillside, shaking its long snow-white mane in the wind. This hill is called "Hutan", which refers to a belt worn by herdsmen girls in the barbarian language.This mountain is not high, it is a small branch of Tongyun Mountain, from east to west, across the north of the northern capital.Every spring, the creeping chrysanthemums are in full bloom here, and the delicate yellow color extends to the distant Tainal River, and the mountain shape becomes softer and softer, like a girl's waist.When he was young, Bi Mogan liked to run horses in this area. The hoofs of the horses flew up and down, and the yellow flowers rose and fell.Bimogan's favorite moment is when the steed rushes up to the highest point of the hillside and neighs. At that time, he will stretch his chest and take a deep breath of the air with the scent of grass and trees, as if he was a little drunk after drinking wine.

But at this moment, there is only the white snowy field in front of him, the end is invisible at a glance, the snow flakes are rolling in the sky, and the cold wind is whistling thinly and shrillly.His hand holding the rein was cold, and the iron sword at his waist struck the armor, making a monotonous crashing sound. He only brought one hundred people, one hundred elite warriors guarding the golden tent, these were all his subordinates trained by himself.He didn't tell anyone else he was going out of town, including Suma.Originally, he was supposed to sit in the golden tent and wait for the news of the decisive victory, but when Muli's subordinates came to the golden tent to report that Muli's soldiers were about to leave the city for a decisive battle, Bimogan stood up silently and walked out of the tent.Outside the tent, his war horse "Xueshu" and a hundred elite warriors were ready.

The one who led the hundred people was Bimogan's companion, Dang Banzalie. Among Bimogan's companions, he had the best saber skills and was the most reusable. At this moment, he pressed the handle of the knife, and immediately took a step behind Bimogan, vigilant look around.The wind and snow were too heavy, which made Banzalie very uneasy. It was less than five miles away from the Tainale River, close to the position of the striker. The weather, even with wide eyes, can only see more than a hundred steps away. Once encountered, both sides will be caught off guard. Facing the wind and snow, Bimogan remained silent for a long time.He was looking to the west, and Banzarie knew that was where the decisive battle was about to take place, but unfortunately they couldn't see anything here.

"Majesty, I heard that the battle has not started yet. The wind and snow are so heavy. It's hard to say whether the people from Shuobei dare to come." Banzalie shook the old sheepskin cloak on his body, and a piece of snow fell, "It's too cold. Be careful. Besides, when the snow is falling like this, it will form an ice shell in a short while, and the horseshoes will slip when we go down the mountain. Why don't we go back to the city and wait for the news?" "Can three thousand people defeat Meng Le Huo'er?" Bi Mogan asked softly, still looking into the distance.

Ban Zalie was stunned for a moment: "Three thousand people? This time in Shuobei, maybe tens of thousands of people came here?" "Except for General Mu Li's own team, how many other troops are already in place?" Bi Mogan asked again. Banzalie knew the meaning of Bimogan's words.He thought for a while: "The news I have now is that the 1000 ghost bows of Buhuas and the 10,000 cavalry of Bach are already in place, the 16,000 tiger and leopard cavalry of the Nine Kings, and the 10,000 cavalry of Mu Haiyang are also in place. Already out of town, on the way."

"37,000 people, plus General Mu Li's 3,000 people, a total of 40,000, can they defeat Meng Le Huo'er?" Bi Mogan asked again. Banzalie was stunned for a while, then shook his head: "I don't know." "There are 100,000 troops that can be mobilized in the northern capital, but only 40,000 can be used now." Bi Mogan turned to look at Banzalie, "At least 60,000 people are still stationed in the northern capital. Even if there are 40,000 people available, how many of them can follow the orders of General Muli?" Banzalie scratched his head: "To be honest, who would listen to a slave? Although General Muli is no longer a slave according to his status, how many nobles really regard him as a nobleman? General Muli himself said that he is a slave. slave."

"It's useless for me to appoint General Mu Li as the commander of all the warriors in the northern capital, is it?" Banzalie lowered his head, avoiding Bimogan's gaze: "It's not that it's useless, but it's not easy for the nobles to listen to General Muli." Bi Mogan sighed softly: "I know too, so I can't stay in the golden tent and wait for the news. I have to watch the battlefield with my own eyes, and I have to escort everyone into battle by myself. General Mu Li at this time I need to stand here, so even if the snow is off my head, I can't go back to the city."

Bimogan patted Banzalie on the shoulder and turned back.Ban Zalie looked at his back, "Master, there is something I want to say." Ban Zalie hesitated for a while, and changed back to this intimate title.He has been Bi Mogan's companion since he was five years old, and his life is tied to this master. He is a loyal subordinate and a friend who has nothing to say.But after Mo Gan became the Maharaja, more people surrounded him, and Banzalie followed everyone and changed his address to "Maharaja", and he became estranged a lot without knowing it. "You are my friend, you can say anything." Bi Mogan said flatly.

Ban Zalie licked his chapped lips: "The master is now the maharaja of the northern capital city, the master of the grassland. It is said that everyone should obey the master's orders. But the master is new, and some things are not as good as the old maharaja, the nobleman They are respectful on the surface, but they are not obedient to the master in their hearts. Now that the soldiers in the north of Shuo are overwhelming, which nobleman does not want to preserve his own troops? Even if the master stands on this hillside and watches, issuing orders one after another, they will have to procrastinate and push back and forth. .”

Bimogan was silent for a while: "Many years ago, my grandfather Nagor Hongjia was sixteen years old and defeated Emperor Fengyan in the Eastern Continent. I heard that Emperor Fengyan had Su Jinshen, Ji Yang, Li Lingxin, Ye Zhengxun's four famous generals, each of which is capable of defeating tens of thousands of people, and together with hundreds of thousands of armies from the feudal lords of the Eastern Continent, their chariots stretched from end to end as far as the sky. My grandfather, together with the soldiers of Qingyang's noble surnames, once the military order was issued, Don't dare not follow, and in the end, the weak overcome the strong, forcing Emperor Fengyan to form an alliance under the city, why is that?"

Banzalie thought for a while, then shook his head: "Master, at that time, King Qindahan united the soldiers of nobles with different surnames, not only relying on the majesty's majesty. King Qindahan has the blood of bronze, and he is a unparalleled warrior on the grassland. And the killing is very heavy. If one person retreats on the battlefield, one person will be killed. If a centurion retreats, the entire centurion will be killed. If any nobleman dares to lead his troops back privately, his clan will be destroyed. This method, the master cannot learn of." "I know I can't learn it, I'm not a hero like my grandfather, I don't have his majesty, and I don't have the bronze blood of the Pasur family, if I learn his method, the nobles will draw their swords at me. " Bi Mogan said softly, "But, I have my way." "What can master do?" Banzalie was taken aback. Bimo smiled and swung his whip to the west: "Soon, you will know." Buhuaya tried his best to open his eyes wide and looked to the west, but the wind and snow were too heavy, and all he could see was a vast expanse of whiteness.Even the eagle's gaze couldn't penetrate the snow, and at the same time the howling wind filled the whole world, and he couldn't tell the distance of the enemy by his hearing. He retreated into the snow nest, forcing himself to breathe slowly.He didn't dare to exhale heavily. The white air exhaled by one person might be covered by the wind and snow, but the large white air breathed by three thousand people might be detected by the enemy in advance.Mu Li and his 3,000 soldiers were hiding in the surrounding snow nests, all of them were infantry, and all the horses were taken about two miles to the southeast by the ghost bow warriors.Buhuala asked to stay here and fight the first battle with Muli's soldiers, so that he would grasp the right time to send an attack signal to the ghost bows behind. The ambush location chosen by Muli is less than one mile away from the Tainale River. The grassland here is uneven, and hundreds of snow nests are hidden under the snow. Unsuspecting horses may sprain their hooves. A good hiding place, those stoic slave warriors put the sheepskin fur side up on the top of their heads, and it looks indistinguishable from the snow from a distance. Bu Huala felt that the cold had already engulfed the whole shinbone and was about to bite off his knee.He is not like those slave warriors wearing simple moccasins, the shoes are filled with hay, and a pair of tall cowhide riding boots on the bare feet.Gritting his teeth silently, he didn't move, his Harchar buried under the snow on the Tenere River less than a mile to the west, and he didn't want his brave horse to have a cowardly owner. Someone patted him next to him, and handed over a clay pot with a crude hemp rope tied to the mouth of the pot.Buhuasa took it and sniffed it, a pungent and pungent wine smell.Buhua Sang smiled at the slave warrior who handed him the clay pot, and the young slave warrior also smiled at him, with dark skin and white teeth. Buhuasa drank a big gulp of the strong and strong local wine, and felt a scorching heat rushing from the base of the tongue to the ends of the extremities, as if the frozen blood slowly resumed its flow.Someone snatched the pot from him, and that person was Muli.The thin old man bowed to the ground like a ferocious jackal, while holding the clay pot to his mouth, he was staring at the handle of a knife. It was one of the few knives that Mu Li carried with him. He inserted almost all of the knives into the frozen soil, leaving only half a foot of the blade and the handle exposed. "Will the opponent's striker be the White Wolf Group?" Buhua lowered his voice. Mu Li shook his head slowly, his voice was very low: "The White Wolf Group is the treasure of the Wolf Lord, he will not easily put the Chi Wolf at the forefront." "Will the vanguard be cavalry or infantry?" "Cavalry, the large group of cavalry led by Hudulu Khan!" Mu Li drank the wine in the pot, "They have already crossed the river, less than half a mile from here!" Buhua's heart trembled, and suddenly he saw the handle of Muli's knife trembling slightly, making a low and sharp buzzing sound! "Knife!" Mu Li ordered in a low voice. "Knife!" Several slave warriors who heard his voice echoed in a low voice at the same time. "Knife!" More people echoed after hearing it. This order spread out very quickly with a very low voice, and every warrior who received the order slowly drew out his scimitar, and the low voice of three thousand scimitars unsheathed formed a long piece.All the slave warriors took a half-kneeling posture, bowed their heads deeply, and almost curled up in the snow nest, with both hands holding knives at their waists, with the blades pointing obliquely upwards. At this moment, if you look at it from directly above, the three thousand scimitars are half buried in the snow, like a piece of steel thorns. But after a while, you can feel the vibration coming from the ground, and the vibration quickly multiplies by hundreds of thousands of times, like an earthquake, or as if there is a giant beast in the ground violently arching the ground with its back to break the ground. out.What Mu Li said was right, it was the large cavalry that shook the ground when they galloped, and the knife stuck into the soil was Mu Li's scout. Every slave warrior grabbed a handful of snow and swallowed it in his mouth, and Mu Li did the same.Buhuasa learned to do it, the biting cold almost cracked his mouth, but the cold water flowed through his throat to calm him down, and the white air he breathed was completely absorbed by the snow.Buhuaya tried to move his fingers, his knuckles made a slight sound, but was stopped by Mu Li who was opposite him with a slight wave of his hand.Mu Li's eyes turned to the knife stuck in the soil, the knife vibrated extremely fast, but the buzzing sound was completely swallowed by the approaching sound of the horses. A huge wind passed overhead, and the wind carried the stench of horses, which was so thick that it made people sick.How many horses is that?How many thousand horses?tens of thousands of horses?It was impossible to judge without Huaca, the number of forwards in Shuobei exceeded his imagination, and the warriors in Shuobei seemed to be completely unprepared for an ambush, but the whole army pressed on.However, there were only 3,000 infantry in ambush. Take a deep breath, and don't exhale.The knife was so shaken that it almost jumped out of the mud, and the sound of iron hoofs seemed to be right above their heads. In the next moment, their heads might be crushed by horseshoes, but no one issued an order to attack. Suddenly, I felt a huge black shadow pressing down!He looked up and looked at a war horse, a war horse bred by brother Xue Ling, passing by his head with all four hooves in the air!At this moment, the slave warrior opposite him who handed him the wine suddenly sprang up. When his curled body unfolded, it was like a piece of curved steel. The scimitar flashed in the air and sank into the belly of the war horse.The horse was driven forward by its own momentum, the slave warrior held the knife tightly with both hands, the blood of the horse rained down on Buhua's head, and the steed cut a foot-deep, long line from its abdomen to between its legs. With a huge wound of four feet, the horse rolled and fell in the snow, and a large pile of internal organs rolled out of the wound.Another slave warrior got up and pierced the throat of the Shuobei warrior who was thrown away. With the first blow, the entire piece of steel thorns was launched.A large group of Shuobei cavalry arrived at the same time, their formation was perfect, the forwards were as straight as a straight line, and the difference between hundreds of horses was no more than half a horse.The slave warriors hidden in the snow nest bounced up one after another, and the light of the sword flashed and disappeared in the air.The Shuobei warriors fell off their horses before they could draw their swords, and the people following behind couldn't even see what happened in front of them. They only felt a flash of light, and then a large number of warriors in the front fell off their horses. The slave warriors dodged the war horses behind them nimbly. If they were trampled by these steeds, anyone's bones would be broken.After passing a group of Shuobei warriors, they stood up again and launched their scimitars into the air, disemboweling hundreds of horses again.Looking down from the sky at this time, the steel thorns popped out of the snow and retracted neatly, with a low "chacha" sound, so dense that there was no place for the horses to stand. Buhuala had never seen such a neat and effective attack. The elite Shuobei cavalry was almost slaughtered under this tactic.The dripping blood soon stained a narrow strip of red on the snow. "Ambush! Stop!" Someone shouted in Shuobei's accent. The cavalry behind hurriedly reined in their horses. They should be glad that this was not a full-speed charge, otherwise they would not even be able to stop and could only trample each other.But as soon as their horses stopped near those dangerous snow dens, the slave warriors emerged again, swinging their scimitars.The sharp blade cut off the hooves of the horse one by one, the horse fell to the ground wailing, and the Shuobei warrior who rolled into the snow was still cut with his throat cut.The sword skills of the slave warriors are simple and effective. They will not waste extra slashes on enemies who have lost their combat effectiveness. They are as precise as machine guns. "Step on it! Step on it!" Someone shouted again. The Shuobei cavalry whipped the horses, and the horses jumped up and stepped into the snow nest.This time they were prepared. The people in Shuobei are good riders, and the horses in Shuobei are also the best horses on the grassland. The trampling attack immediately achieved results. Bu Huaca saw with his own eyes that a slave warrior just pushed out a scimitar, and the knife was killed The Shuobei warrior leaned over and swung his knife to separate it, and then his horse trampled the slave's head to death. The war horse won a short-term victory, but fell into the snow nest, and when it landed, the horse's hooves tilted, which affected its speed.This moment was too long for Bu Hua Asa, he stretched his bow and fired an arrow, piercing through the head of the Shuobei warrior.More war horses fell into the snow den, and the unlucky ones directly injured the hooves of the horses. After the slave warriors buried their bodies in the snow to avoid being trampled, they immediately rushed to chop the horses' legs. The roars of people mixed with the roars of horses, and so did the blood, as if a group of beasts were hunting another group of beasts in the ice and snow.He opened his bow and fired arrows, and then opened his bow and fired arrows. The blood froze on his face, and he felt that he was an archery machine.He has never experienced such a battlefield. If he stops here for a moment, he will die. Those who don't want to die have to keep waving their weapons. The cavalry brigade of tens of thousands of people was firmly blocked, and could not advance any more.The horses of Shenjun were useless in front of these slave warriors. The warriors in Shuobei were scattered in formation, some trampled on horses, and some dismounted and fought on foot. A gallant horse jumped extremely high, and its two front hooves stepped straight down on its bland face.He raised his head and drew the bow, and shot out, pierced through the horse's belly, penetrated the horse's body, and the spiked arrow protruded from the top of the Shuobei warrior's thigh.Before the warrior could draw his arrow, a thin figure stepped forward and chopped off his head. With a scimitar in his right hand and a wolf blade in his left, Mu Li stood upright in front of Buhuaca.He looked innocent, with blood flowing all over his face, and a fierce light shone in his eyes. "Attack!" he said. "Attack?" Buhuala looked at Muli.With 3,000 men against tens of thousands of cavalry, it was lucky that the ambush was successful, and they had no chance of attacking. "If you don't attack, you will die here, and we have to wait longer." Mu Li said. Buhuala understood what he meant, he didn't know the result of the attack, but they had to overwhelm the enemy in terms of morale now, otherwise they would be exhausted sooner or later, so Buhuala nodded vigorously. "Boulle!" Mu Li jumped out of the snow den, removed the calfskin that wrapped the wolf's blade, swung the knife and pointed at the sky and roared, "Attack! Attack! Attack! It's time for the wolves in Shuobei to try us Qingyang!" The leopard's teeth are gone!" "It's time!" Bu Hua Ya jumped out of the snow nest with a roar, the bowstring snapped, and a black arrow shot almost straight, piercing through the chest of the Shuobei warrior who was closest to him.Yu Jian led him upside down from the saddle, and the war horse that lost its master passed by Hua Asa. More slave warriors jumped out of the snow nest together with them, everyone was bathed in blood, raised their scimitars and shouted: "Attack! Attack! Attack!" The tide-like sound shocked every warrior in Shuobei. They were already terrified, and now they saw countless people crawling out of the snow, one by one as if they were devils crawling out of hell. Buhuaca pulled out the arrow at the bottom right of him from behind, stretched his bow and shot it towards the sky.The arrow flew into the sky with a shrill and terrifying sound, and disappeared into the boundless and flying snow, like a released fierce spirit.That was his "Singing Bird's Arrow", which summoned the arrows of all ghost bow warriors at the most critical moment, and soon a thousand black-clothed archers would cover the battlefield with deadly arrows. "Don't use bows and arrows! It will hurt your companions." Mu Li flashed past him, and put a scimitar in Buhuara's hand. "Companions?" Buhua was stunned for a moment, he didn't look down on these slave warriors, but he was the leader of the ghost bow, and his companions were only those ghost bow warriors with black horses and black cloaks, and he rarely regarded other people as slaves. Companions on the battlefield. There was the sound of the iron cracking the wind from behind, and without flirting or thinking, he lowered his head suddenly, turned around and pushed out the scimitar. Buhuaca ruthlessly pulled out the waist knife from the Shuobei warrior's heart, splashing scorching blood on his face, he put his hand on the dead warrior's face and pushed the body out forcefully.Beside him, hundreds of slave warriors crawled out of their snow dens, brandishing their knives and pounced on the bloody battlefield. The roar of thousands of people turned the whole world into a roaring hell. Buhuala shuddered slightly, but he was no longer allowed to think about anything.The tide-like enemy rushed forward, took a step forward with a low growl, swung a knife at the neck of a Shuobei warrior, and pressed down with both hands holding the knife!