Chapter 49 fourth quarter

A black war horse climbed to the top of Hutan Mountain. The scouts got off the horse and galloped to the Bimogan horse and knelt down: "Report to the Majesty, the battle ahead is hard! General Muli's three thousand slave warriors, one thousand ghost bows and Mosuer General Jiabach's 10,000 cavalry had joined, and the enemy and our troops were evenly matched. General Mu Haiyang's 12,000 cavalry had rushed to help, but the enemy's reinforcements reached 30,000. bridge!" Bimogan nodded slightly: "How is the main force in Shuobei?" "The white wolf regiment has not been detected yet, but the vultures have been circling nearby. Except for the white wolf regiment, the main force of Shuobei has all entered the battlefield, with a total of 60,000 cavalry. The leader of this army is the son of Shuobei." Hudulu Khan, our scouts saw his banner in the distance."

"Banzalie, you are the most capable person among my companions. With 14,000 casualties and Mu Haiyang's 12,000 cavalry, what are the chances of winning against the 60,000 Shuobei cavalry?" Bi Mogan He turned to look at Banzalie. "There is no chance of winning, and we must immediately urge the remaining cavalry to fight." Banzalie replied, "If the masters of the three major families want to preserve their strength in the face of disaster in the northern capital, the Majesty should behead them!" "When my father became the maharajah, he also faced Meng Le Huo'er. The three major families left the northern capital with their population and warriors. My father had no way to force them. He could only rely on 12,000 people and Meng Le Huo'er. Le Huo'er fought to the death in the northern capital city. What my father couldn't do back then, I can't do anything about it now either." Bimogan said flatly, "But there are some things I can still do."

"What's the matter?" Banzalie was taken aback. Bimogan slowly drew his sword from the saddle: "Now I'm going to rush down this hillside with these one hundred people, and soon we will enter the battlefield and face tens of thousands of Shuobei people on horseback. You go, you go tell Every nobleman, tell them that Lord Qingyang has rushed forward! All noblemen, if they don’t want to be accused of ‘rebellion’, they can charge with me!” "Master!" Ban Zalie ignoring etiquette, rode his horse forward, and opened his arms to block Bimogan's horse's head, "Master, don't be impulsive!"

Bimogan looked straight into Banzalie's eyes, his eyes were calm and firm.Suddenly, he raised his hand and slapped Banzalie loudly and forcefully on the face. Banzalie was stunned, he reined in his horse and took a few steps back, covering his hot cheeks, staring blankly at Bimogan. Bimogan's eyes were still calm: "Banzalie, in your eyes, is your master so cowardly? Take this mark on your face and show it to every nobleman, and tell them not to stand in my way forward!" "Master..." Ban Zhalie stared blankly at Bi Mogan, "There are tens of thousands of people from Shuobei!"

Bimogan swung his epee fiercely, looked down at the ground against the wind and snow, and tightened the reins of Xueshu: "Banzalie, I said in the golden tent that this time the white wolf in Shuobei will also bury its bones in the northern capital city." Under the city wall. Do you think my determination is just talk? I am the new maharaja appointed by my father, and I have long been looking forward to such a day, to let the entire Qingyang Department see my determination!" He looked up at the sky and said in a low voice, "Father, I will always prove to you that there is nothing wrong with you choosing me in the end!"

He shook Xueshu's reins, and lashed the horse's neck. The extreme western steed neighed and stood up, Bi Mogan straightened his body, raised his sword and pointed at the sky.Behind him, a samurai shook off the big leopard flag of the Qingyang Department. The leopard on the flag seemed to come alive in the wind, and a ferocious light flashed in its blue eyes.Nine mottled leopard tail skins were tied to the flagpole of that big flag. "Nine-tailed banner...Master, don't try your best!" Ban Zalie's voice was terrified. That flag is the Nine-Tails Banner, a flag that can only be used by the Lord of the Grassland. Many years ago, King Xun, the hero of the Grassland, tied the tails of nine white horses on his flagpole. This flag is called "Nine-Tails" Big flag".Wherever it goes, there must be the presence of the Maharaja, and herdsmen from hundreds of miles away come to pay homage to the owner of the grassland.

Bimogan showed the big nine-tailed banner, telling the tens of thousands of Shuobei people who wanted to kill him that Qingyang's majesty was on this battlefield. "Shuobei people who want to kill me...let them come!" Bimogan casually snatched the big nine-tailed banner from the warrior behind him. Xueshu's two front hooves fell, and her hind legs slammed forward, jumping out of the hillside, followed by a hundred warriors with drawn swords.Banzalie stared blankly at this small cavalry troop running down the kneeless snow, the nine leopard tails on the flagpole fluttering on the top of the snow.

One mile to the south of Mount Hutan, the cavalry of the three major families and 16,000 elite tiger and leopard cavalry were still in formation in the snow.The honorable master of the Heludin family was no longer in the mood to drink tea. He kept clenching and relaxing his hand holding the rein, sniffing snuff from time to time to calm himself down. The black-clothed scout galloped into the battle at high speed, and knelt in front of the owner of the Heluding family: "The former army reports urgently! The north of Shuo has built a bridge on the glacier, and the 20,000 cavalry on the west of the river are crossing the river at full speed!"

"Who has the advantage on the battlefield?" The black-clothed scout hesitated slightly: "It's hard to tell in the melee, but our army suffered heavy casualties." "Explore again!" The master of the Heludin family waved. The black-clothed scout in front had just disappeared into the wind and snow, and another black-clothed scout came galloping: "The former army is urgent! General Mu Haiyang's troops failed to cut off the Shuobei Maharaja who was crossing the river. Withdrew under cover and was joining General Bach's troops." "How many people are left in Bach? How many people are left in Mu Haiyang?" The members of the Heluding family asked anxiously.

"All the armies have been divided, and General Bach is gathering the cavalry. The number of casualties is unknown, but the casualties are heavy." "Explore again!" The master of the Heludin family waved again. As many as a hundred black-clothed scouts ran between the battlefield and the main formation, reporting the news from the front line to the master of the Heludin family almost head-to-tail. Several scouts were exhausted and fell down in the snow when they returned to the main formation. , whipped him and couldn't get up.However, the master of the Herudin family was still not satisfied with these news, because he still could not clearly judge the situation of the battlefield from these news.

This proud nobleman is not completely inexperienced on the battlefield. In this battle, Qingyang has already invested more than 20,000 cavalry, Muli's "Boule" and the Maharaja's personal guard "Ghost Bow". It is already too big, if it fails, its vitality will inevitably be damaged.His cavalry is a fresh force. If he enters the battlefield at this moment, Qingyang's chances of winning will increase. However, facing the 60,000 Shuobei cavalry, it is also possible that the cavalry he sent up is just to be buried with Mu Li and Bach. "Father, why don't you go to battle? Before all the Shuobei people cross the river!" The son of the Heluding family came galloping from behind the formation.His name is Eridun Dalai Heludin, he is a vigorous and heroic young man, he is the eldest son and only son of the owner of the Heludin family. "Now that we are fighting, Bach and Muli deserve all the credit. What are we?" the head of the Heludin family felt anxious, "And they might not be able to annihilate the entire army with them. The 60,000 cavalry in Shuobei cannot be underestimated." "Could it be that others are fighting to the death in front? Are we watching the fun from behind?" Eri Dun Dalai was more anxious than his father, "How can a man on the grassland do such a thing?" "It's an adult's business! I want your child to intervene!" The master of the Heludin family became angry. "I'm married and I'm an adult! I only know that when we go back to the northern capital like this, everyone in the Qingyang Department will point at our back and scold us except for the children who can't speak!" Eri Dun Dalai stared. . "You!" The master of the Heludin family raised the whip in his hand angrily, and almost hit the innocent son's face. Eri Dun Dalai tensed his face and moved forward, facing his father's whip like a stubborn bull. "Ah!" The master of the Heluding family couldn't bear to whip his favorite only son, he raised the whip high, put it down feebly, and patted his son on the shoulder, "Eri Dun Dalai, you have grown up, learn to You have seen the bravery of a man on the prairie, but there are still many things on the prairie that you don’t understand.” Eri Dun Dalai was taken aback for a moment. The master of the Heluding family waved his whip and pointed forward: "You only know that Shuobei is your enemy, and you wish to behead them one by one, but in my eyes, Shuobei is a big tribe on the grassland, and its strength is comparable to that of our youth. Yang is equal. In fact, Shuobei had no reason to surrender to us Qingyang, but they were defeated by Guo Leer decades ago, so they had to return to the north and respect us as the masters of the grassland. Now that Guo Leer is dead, Shuobei What can't be understood about asking us to redefine the forces on the grassland with us?" "Then beat them back!" Eri Dun Dalai said loudly. The owner of the Heluding family smiled wryly, "Eridun Dalai, my son, no one on the grasslands has ever said that only Qingyang can be the master of the northern capital. Gaining his power, many people know about it. Only the most cunning fox and the most ferocious wolf can get the prey on the grassland, and the northern capital is the prey, whoever has the strength can snatch it." Eri Dun Dalai stared blankly at his father, "But we are from Qingyang! How can we watch the old wolves in Shuobei wantonly?" "You are not only from Qingyang! You are also the only son of my Heluding family! Remember it! If you risk your life on the battlefield, who in my Heludin family can take my place?" The master glared at his son, "Qingyang and Shuobei are equal in strength, and our decisive battle will not benefit each other. If the strength of both sides is damaged, it will only allow other tribes to take advantage of it. The Shuobei people are here just to get what they deserve. Everyone You can sit down and talk, give them what should be given, and they will naturally withdraw their troops. But Mu Li, an old slave, insisted on going to war, and with the support of the Maharaja, after this battle, it will be difficult to negotiate with Meng Lehuoer If we fail, we have to give Meng Le Huoer more benefits, Mu Li, who only knows how to fight bravely, is the one who wants to push Qingyang to death!" He waved his hand to stop his son from speaking: "The glory of the Qingyang Department for decades is probably coming to an end...don't implicate everyone in dying together!" "Master! The cavalry of Tokele and Orchijin's family moved!" A guard warrior next to him suddenly pointed to the right and shouted in surprise. The owner of the Heluding family was startled, and took a step forward with his horse, looking into the vast snow on the right.Sure enough, there was a sudden commotion in the vague cavalry brigade in the snow curtain. Tens of thousands of people mounted their horses together. The banner was hoisted high, and thousands of forwards instigated their horses to trot. This large cavalry belonged to the Tokele family, and they were pointing in the direction of the Tanale River in the fierce battle. Farther away, the cavalry brigade of the Wo Chijin family also made movements. A line of black cavalry left the team at high speed and rushed straight into the snow.The owner of the Heluding family had a premonition that they were the elite of the Wochijin family, with only a few hundred "white-kissed tigers". These cavalry would only follow the owner of the Wochijin family. "The two old foxes of Tokele and Wochijin's family can't help but want to grab credit?" the owner of the Heluding family was shocked. Before leaving the northern capital, the three noble family heads had made a secret agreement that they would not rashly throw their precious cavalry into the battlefield until the "Boul" and other troops took control of the battlefield.Once they send troops to attack, the three must act at the same time, and they must be absolutely sure to completely defeat the Shuobei Army and achieve the greatest military exploits.The master of the Heluding family knew his two old friends very well. They were not vigorous young men like Eridun Dalai, and it was impossible for them to make rash mistakes. The entire snow field shook, and more than 20,000 cavalry from Tokele and Wu Chijin's family followed the vanguard and launched a full-scale attack. The warriors spurred their horses to quickly increase their speed, and it seemed that they wanted to launch a frontal charge at the fastest speed. "Crazy! Crazy!" shouted the master of the Heludin family, "Scout! Send scouts to see what's wrong!" A fiery red war horse approached quickly from the right, and the cavalry of the Herudin family wanted to step out to stop them, but the warriors on the horses swung their whips and whipped them back. "The majesty is under Banzalie! Anyone who stands in my way will be executed!" the man on horseback yelled. "Banzalie?" The owner of the Heludin family was startled, and straightened his collar.He knew that the cronies of the majesty's account had a very high status in the golden account, and it was not an extremely important matter, so he would not be here in person.He thought nervously, could it be that the Maharaja's order made it impossible for the cavalry of Tokele and Wu Chijin's family to delay?How is this possible?Even if it was the Maharaja's order, the two old foxes could not be urged to rush like fighting a fire. Banzalie Lema looked straight at him in front of the master of the Heludin family: "The messenger of Pantar God, the maharaja of the grassland, the master of Qingyang, he asked me to bring an order that cannot be disobeyed! The maharaja has led A hundred cavalrymen personally entered the battlefield to support the battle. It is extremely critical. Every warrior in Qingyang should spur his horse to rescue him immediately! Anyone who resists is considered a traitor!" The master of the Herudin family was so shocked that he almost fell off the saddle: "The Maharaja went to battle by himself? Are you not mistaken? Is there a warrant to prove it?" Banzalie turned his head, revealing the swollen handprint on his neck: "The majesty slapped me on the face because I stopped him. This is his warrant!" The master of the Herudin family only felt buzzing in his head. Eri Dun Dalai brought the horse close to his father, and his face was flushed with anxiety: "Father, quickly order the troops to march! Your majesty is in danger!" "Damn! Damn! Damn!" The owner of the Heludin family trembled with anxiety, "Damn!" "Move in! Go! Go!" he yelled loudly. "Get on your horses! Get on your horses! Go!" "What are you doing in a daze?" The whip of the master of the Heluding family finally fell on his son, "I told you to join the army! Are you deaf?" The entire cavalry seemed to be a giant beast awakened. The warriors mounted their horses, drew their swords out of their sheaths, the horses neighed, and the flags flew.The master of the Herudin family was panting, staring at the battlefield in the west that was hidden by the wind and snow with eyes like big bulls.He was fully aware of what he was doing, and he also fully understood why Tokele and the masters of the Orchijin family sent troops to rescue the majesty at full speed before discussing with him. They didn't care so much about the life and death of Bimogan Pasur, but If Qingyang's master dies on the battlefield, Shuobei will take Bimogan's head to attack the city with all his strength, morale will collapse, and the northern capital will fall.At that time, the nobles would have no chance to negotiate with Shuobei, and Menglehuo'er would treat them like the most humble slaves. "Bimogan... hello! You have the viciousness of your father!" the head of the Heludin family roared in his heart, "Hello!" It was too late when he realized that he underestimated the young maharajah. Hudulu Khan was immediately on the west bank of the Tainal River, watching his army cross the glacier.He ordered bridges to be built across the river, but the cavalry had already begun to cross the river on ice regardless of the bridges.Tens of thousands of cavalry crossed the river on ice, and the ice might collapse at any time, but he had to take the risk.The speed of crossing the river must be accelerated and accelerated. The two armies on the other side of the river are fighting to the death. Putting troops into the battlefield earlier will gain a greater advantage. The heavy snow made the cavalry's charge lose at least half of its power, and the galloping speed of the horses was not enough. Once the two sides came into battle, they would be inseparable.Tens of thousands of people from Qingyang Division and tens of thousands of people from Shuobei Division are mixed together on the vast white battlefield. The uniforms of the two armies are not easy to separate. The battle flag can no longer play the role of command. Every warrior is for survival And kill with all your strength.The battlefield was filled with the stench of blood, and the corpses of men and horses were everywhere in the white snow. The general leading the army on the other side is undoubtedly a calm and fierce person. During the melee, he still organized several cavalry assaults, cutting off the tens of thousands of cavalry in the northern part of Shuo. orders could not be delivered to them. He thought of his father, and his heart was filled with uneasiness and anger.Meng Lehuo'er once said that the white wolf regiment only regarded Qingyang's cavalry as food, but now it seemed that only his cavalry was attrition here, and his father's three thousand white wolves could not even see the shadow. When he saw a large flag in the wind and snow, his heart trembled, and he narrowed his eyes to take a closer look.That's right, it's a Qingyang leopard flag with nine leopard tail skins hanging on the flagpole. Hudulu Khan has never seen that flag, but he has heard too much, and he wants to hold that flag even in his dreams in the palm of your hand. "Nine-tailed banner! That's the master of Qingyang!" He turned around and shouted, "Warriors of Shuobei, come forward with me, kill the master of Qingyang, and bring me his banner. I will take his tent, His women, his cattle and sheep will be rewarded to you!" The unprecedented reward made every warrior around Hudulu Khan feel their blood rushing straight to the top of their heads, as if the kingdom of gold had opened the gate before them. Cattle and sheep are within reach.The master of Qingyang throws himself into the battlefield recklessly, like a precious prey that has slipped into a trap by itself. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity.They responded to Hudulu Khan with a roar like a beast. Hudulu Khan pushed away a Shuobei cavalry standing in front of his horse, and rushed out first with his horse, followed by hundreds of elite warriors wielding swords.This group of people entered the battlefield at high speed, each of them had superb sword skills, and they were not afraid of death, they quickly slashed and killed the Qingyang warriors blocking the way, and approached the big nine-tailed banner in the snowstorm.Along the way, more Shuobei warriors followed. As soon as Hudulu Khan's golden wolf banner entered the battlefield, every Shuobei warrior responded by howling like a wolf. Tens of thousands of people imitated the sound of howling wolves. , the battlefield seemed to suddenly become a wolf's lair. The warriors in Qingyang looked around in horror, not understanding what happened.Amidst the howling of wolves, the morale of Shuobei was unusually high. The originally evenly matched situation changed with the cheering up of Shuobei warriors, and the defense line of Qingyang Department kept moving back. Bimogan swung his sword and forced a Shuobei warrior who was close to him to retreat. Suddenly he turned his head and saw a dazzling golden light. The huge wolf flag was waving, and the person holding the flag laughed and approached him.The wind and snow blurred his vision, he didn't notice this opponent who appeared suddenly, and swung his sword involuntarily, trying to force this enemy back.The flag bearer laughed wildly and threw the big flag behind him, picked up a five-foot-long two-handed giant knife from the saddle, jumped up on the horse, and slashed at Bimogan. The moment the sword met, Bimogan felt that a heavy hammer had hit his blade, and he was unable to hold the sword.At the moment when the sword flew away, he brushed himself and avoided the thundering knife. The golden wolf flag was seized by a warrior who was chasing after him, and he shook it and held it up to the sky. The warrior in front with a two-handed sword smiled ferociously, and took a few steps back with his horse, looking at Bimogan as if watching Holding a bound prey, he licked his white teeth.He exposed half of his upper body in the snowstorm, with a huge map of Hanzhou tattooed on his shoulders, a golden dragon and beast totem in the center of his shaved head, and countless thick golden chains covering his whole body like armor. "Hudulu Khan, son of Shuobei?" Bimogan knew who he was facing, and silently drew his sword from the saddle.Wolf Blade, this is his real weapon, and he is also Muli's student. The guards on both sides approached the master, facing each other in line, the big nine-tailed banner and the golden wolf flag fluttering in the wind. "Bimogan Pasur, I want your flag," Hudulu Khan smiled, "I don't want anything else, your tent and women, I have promised to share with my warriors." Bimogan looked at him coldly, and slowly grasped the handle of the Wolf Blade.He didn't say a word, his lips were tightly pressed together.Hudulu Khan looked into the opponent's eyes, and also firmly grasped the handle of the two-handed knife. The silence of the opponent was beyond his expectations. The young Qingyang Maharaja heard that he was a useless person, but he did not show any signs of fear. look.Hudulu Khan thought that his power would be enough to lower his morale, but now he couldn't see Bimogan's eyes clearly. Bimo Gan led his horse forward suddenly, raised the wolf blade above his head, slashed with all his strength, and roared: "My flag?" Hudulu Khan raised his knife to block, felt his wrist tremble, and was hurt. "My tent?" Bimogan raised his knife and chopped again. "My woman?" Bimogan roared and fell for the third time. "Yes!" Bi Mogan held the knife in both hands, and roared like thunder while chopping, "Yes! Just kill me!" Hudulu Khan blocked four times in a row, finally grabbed the back of the wolf blade and locked the wolf blade.On his left and right, the guards and warriors on both sides led their horses to catch and kill each other. Hudulu Khan felt excited. He licked his teeth, feeling like he could lick blood.He tilted his upper body to put pressure on Bimogan and laughed. "Didn't let me down! Very good! Bimogan Pasur, I like a man like you! I changed my mind! Killing a man like you to occupy his tent and women is my Hudulu Khan's Glory!" He gritted his teeth and grinned. At this moment, in the snow field south of Hutan Mountain, there are only 16,000 tiger and leopard riders still lining up.The Ninth King Elu Pasur stood under the banner and looked to the west calmly. Banzalie was immediately beside him, his face flushed with anxiety.He thought that the Nine Kings would be the first to rescue the Maharaja, but he didn't expect that after all the cavalry were dispatched, the Nine Kings still ordered to wait. The news that Bi Mogan rushed into the enemy line did not shock the Nine Kings, and when he heard it, he even smiled slightly. "Banzalie, don't worry. Bimogan Pasur is not only my nephew, but also my master. When the maharaja was still a prince, I was determined to be loyal to him. When the northern capital was in crisis, , not to mention no exception." Nine Kings paced slowly in the wind and snow with his hands behind his back, "But you know a leading general whose judgment on the battlefield is unquestionable. In my opinion, the time for tiger and leopard cavalry to fight is not yet Mature, so even if the majesty orders, my tiger and leopard cavalry will not move even a single horse." "Then... what kind of timing does the Nine Kings need?" "You know I'm called the 'Bow of Qingyang', what is my bow and arrow nature?" Nine Kings looked at Banzalie with a smile. Banzalie was taken aback. "The nature of the bow and arrow is to kill the enemy with one shot! Every time I lead an army in my life, when I appear on the battlefield, it is the end of this battle!" Nine Kings patted Banzalie's horse vigorously, "So , When I order the tiger and leopard cavalry to fight, their swords will clean the entire battlefield, 60,000 Shuobei men will die, and the accumulation of 30 years in Shuobei will be wiped out in an instant." He waved his finger to the west: "My blow will completely end this war!" "And that moment," he said slowly, "is coming soon!"