Shanggu, in front of Jiming Mountain, the ancient battlefield of Zhuolu.

The former Lord Wuhuan of Shanggu, and the current Black-legged King Nanlou, rode a majestic black war horse, standing in the middle, with a huge battle flag flying behind him, roaring. He is already over seventy years old, but he is still as strong as a bear. Except for his white hair and hair, his arms and muscles are twisted, and his face is not many wrinkles. He looks very young. Behind him are 20,000 Wuhuan cavalry on Shanggu, tightly strangling the war horse, silent, and extremely confident in his solemnity.

On his left side, there are more than 10,000 cavalry, the people of Wuhuan Lord Wuhuan in Youbeiping, and the current Khanlu King Wuyan. Among the few Wuhuan tribes in Youzhou, he is the worst. This cavalry is mixed with many old men and young men. This is all the strength he can bring out. Compared with the central army's territorial tower, he is as shabby as a beggar.

On the right side of the Nanlou is 15,000 Wuhuan cavalry in western Liaoning. Although the number is not as large as that of Wuhuan in Shanggu, it is not as energetic as it is. Judging from the equipment, it is even better than the subordinates of Nanlou. Under the battle flag, the one sitting straight on the back of a fiery red war horse was not Qiu Liju, the master of Wuhuan in western Liaoning, but his nephew Tadun. Behind Tadun was a charming woman. She was not wearing war armor, but wearing a cloak made of various bird feathers. It was the god witch Firefox of the Wuhuan tribe in western Liaoning.

Nearly 50,000 Wuhuan cavalry formed a very common formation, looking at the Han army opposite, with a disdainful sneer on the corner of their mouths. Over the years, they finally broke away from the constraints of the Han people and could have the right to own this grassland. After the general Liu Xiu, who was on the grassland, changed the mutiny, Yuan Shao made them king. He handed over the land north of Yanshan to them as a condition to win their allegiance. They not only provided Yuan Shao with more than 10,000 cavalry, but also were responsible for protecting the retreat north of Yanshan.

This time, General Song Feng led 20,000 infantry and cavalry to Youzhou, naturally wanted to cross Yanshan and cut off Yuan Shao's retreat. He rushed into Jizhou from the north. How could the Wuhuan people ignore it? As soon as they heard the news that the Han army was about to arrive, Nanlou summoned various tribes to gather here to fight with the Han army on the ancient battlefield of Zhuolu, just like Huangdi defeated Chiyou, defeated Song Feng and defended the rear for Yuan Shao.

The Han army had only more than 20,000. Although there were Zhao Yun and Lu Bu, a famous general in the Han army. However, the general Song Feng was an absolute mediocre person. It is said that he had never fought a war before. The only record he could mention was that he defeated the Lie Qianfeng of the Niutou tribe not long ago. Song Feng did not go into battle in that battle. The real fight was Zhao Yun, Lu Bu and Xiahou Yuan. He was able to take the position of general because his daughter became the queen and then became the queen.

Nanlou has always disagreed with such a general who was born as a relative of the foreign country. He believed that he could easily defeat the Han army today and complete Yuan Shao's trust. It was not just because of Song Feng's incompetence, but also had an absolute advantage in terms of military strength, and he could not find a reason for failure.

Not only Nanlou thinks this way, but almost every Wuhuan person thinks this way. They are very morale, and they only have the iron armor on the Han army, the long halberds and war horses in their hands. Yuan Shao can give them the title of king and various names, but Yuan Shao cannot provide them with all kinds of supplies, especially various weapons and equipment. Bingzhou was the first among the Han states to implement the new policy. Their equipment has always been a shortage of goods that the Wuhuan people and the Xianbei people are greedy. It is difficult to buy in the market, and the smuggling is very expensive. Only those tribes can afford it. Ordinary soldiers are still mainly leather armor. Fighting capture is the only channel, but Liu Xiu was still there before, and the Han army was strong, and the Wuhuan people dare not rob. Today, the opportunity came, and they were ready to rob.

Compared with the Wuhuan people with high fighting spirit, the Han army opposite seemed very depressed, and the equipment advantage could not make up for the sluggish morale. After this period, almost all the soldiers knew what happened in Luoyang. Liu Xiu, the general of the cavalry who once led them to fight on the battlefield, was in danger of being in danger. Now they were led by Song Feng, the general of the foreign relative. Ordinary soldiers did not have so many concerns like Zhao Yun and others. Of course, it was not impossible to make them stand up to resist Song Feng. They just felt bored and could not be energetic. They stood there with their heads hanging down. This was the only way for them to express their longing for Liu Xiu.

Facing the Wuhuan people who were twice as old, almost all the Han soldiers felt the breath of death and their morale became increasingly depressed. They were also silent, but they did not dare to speak out because of their nervousness. The ominous atmosphere made everyone feel uneasy and their heartbeats as if they were beaten.

Song Feng sat upright on the horse, clamping his legs with his war horse. He had never appeared on the battlefield, and he rarely rode a horse, and was very uncomfortable with such occasions. The depressed atmosphere before the war made him even more at a loss. He even became a little uneasy. He swung his neck and shook his body from time to time. All of these made Song Feng feel nervous, fearing that he would be thrown down by the war horse if he accidentally.

Song Feng's embarrassment fell into the eyes of the soldiers, adding a bit of destruction. Can such a general be in person to command the battle? He can still win the battle? This time he was really doomed. Without the General of the Cavalry, the Han border army had lost its soul, but was just a walking corpse wearing exquisite armor.

The depressed atmosphere gradually spread among the Han army.

At this moment, the sound of war drums sounded, the rhythm was soothing, and the drum beats were calm and powerful. The soldiers looked at the central army, but saw the battle flag of the general of the central army slowly falling, and they couldn't help but change their color. Before the battle started, they would turn the flag of the general first, which is definitely an ominous sign.

Nanlou opposite also saw this scene. He opened his eyes wide, looked carefully for a moment, couldn't help but slapped his thighs, turned around and said to his son Lou Lu, "Look, the Han army's flag has fallen. Hahaha, it seems that the Firefox is making sense. This time, we will win."

Lou Lu is exactly 30 years old this year, and his appearance looks a bit like Nanlou. However, he did not ride a dark horse, but a pure white war horse, just like when he followed Liu Xiu to Ningcheng. He looked at the flag on the opposite side slowly falling down with a keen look, and sighed regretfully. As a young man who had fought side by side with the Han army when he was young, as a disciple of Zhao Yun and a Wuhuan person who had received Lu Min's enlightenment, he has always disapproved of accepting Yuan Shao's title and being an enemy of the Han army. It is only related to the survival of the entire tribe. His personal opinions are insignificant, not to mention that he is not the supreme commander of Wuhuan in Shanggu, and he can only listen to his father Nanlou.

He knew that there was his master Zhao Yun on the opposite side, and his comrades who had fought with him, but today, he had to fight with them in life and death, and even kill them with his own hands. He no longer felt sorry for the Han army's might. This was not the Han army he wanted to see. Even if the Han army was small and the number was large, they were full of fighting spirit and confident that they were almost arrogant, not like they are now.

"Wait..." Lou Lu suddenly found something, pointed at the opposite side and said loudly to Nanlou.

Nanlou turned his head and talked to Teng Jie. When he heard Lou Lu's scream, he was a little unhappy. He turned his head and scolded him: "Look at you, your son is all gone, and he is still shocked. How can you command the troops in the future?"

Lou Lu didn't bother to explain, kicked the horse's belly lightly, took a step forward before the battle, and advanced in unison with the horse of Nanlou's war. Lou Lu leaned over, attached himself to Nanlou's ear, pointed to the Han army battle formation opposite, and his voice trembled with nervousness: "Father, look..."

Nanlou looked along his fingers, and was stunned for a moment, looking carefully.

In the Han army formation, as Song Feng's battle flag slowly fell, the central army separated to the sides like waves, and a storm of people rushed out from the middle. Their helmets and armor were bright and shining in the sunshine of the morning. A general, black helmets and black armor, holding spears, rode on a majestic black war horse, and walked to the front of the formation with light steps. Countless knights in fiery battle robes surged out from behind him like bloody waves, lined up to both sides, gradually covering Song Feng's central army.

Finally, dozens of cavalry slowly ran out of the battle formation. On the head, there was no helmet on his head, a blood-red cloak on his body, and a red war horse with a divine horse under his crotch, and the whole person was like a ball of fire. Behind him, two warriors each held a big star, and the star slowly floated under the morning breeze. On one of the flags, a divine bird flying in the flames raised its head and sang with its sharp eyes exceeding six or seven hundred steps, making Nanlou feel panic.

"This...whose battle flag is this? It looks very familiar..."

Lou Lu was shocked and said for a while: "It turned out to be him, father, we... were fooled again."

Wu Yan, the King of Khanlu on the left, was inexplicably surprised. The battle was about to happen. The Han army on the opposite side was playing tricks. He couldn't see what those people were doing, but he found that the momentum of the Han army had changed significantly. The original sluggish morale was swept away and suddenly became high and strong. He looked at the central army's Nanlou in surprise, but found that Nanlou and Lou Lu were quarreling, and didn't know what to say.

Tadun could see clearly that his whole body was cold, and the early summer sun shone on his body, but there was no heat at all. He felt that the waves of blackness in front of him were as if there was a bottomless abyss waiting for him to jump down. Before he could come, the cold air in the abyss surged in, and it was biting cold.

He knew the battle flag, and he knew who that person was.

The Han army, whose morale suddenly increased, roared angrily, and waves of roars were like a huge wave, roaring towards him, carrying extremely violent power, and Dadun trembled all over and could hardly sit on the horse's back. The Firefox noticed his strangeness, urged him to step forward, raised his simple hand, pressed him on Tadun's shoulder, and said softly: "Anu, what's wrong with you?"

"Our disaster star is here." Tadun used all his strength, raised his hand, his face as if dead, and his voice was dry. "The man in a red robe opposite was the one who snatched your green horns back then, that's..."

"Is it him?" The Firefox changed color in horror, subconsciously retracted his hand and covered his red lips. Her horror affected the war horse under her crotch. The war horse neighed and stood up. The Firefox screamed and turned over and fell off the horse. Please search for astronomy, the novel is better and faster!
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