Ye Hua commanded 35,000 troops, and in addition to the Cavalry Guards, they were the elites of the New Army and the Imperial Guards. His generals gathered the essence of the Great Zhou. The Liao emperor Yelu Jing, opposite, commanded 60,000 troops. In addition to the Pishi Army and the Tielin Army, there were also elite troops of the Five Academy. Although both sides still have the strength to increase the scale of the war several times, the actual significance was not that great. This battle was enough to be a battle between the two empires.

Just as the Battle of Guandu was to Yuan Cao, the strategic significance was self-evident.

Ye Hua used to be very impressed by the feather fan and the silk scarf, and while talking and laughing, he was so cool... However, since he fought against the Southern Tang Dynasty, Ye Hua has learned how to be an excellent commander.

Just like Guo Wei, he did not say a word and sat firmly in the central army. It would be enough to calm the people's hearts.

The battlefield is already chaotic enough, and random orders will only make the soldiers at a loss.

As long as there is no situation beyond the expectations, let the soldiers below work hard.

Ye Hua believes that these young men who have been rigorously trained and have high morale will win this battle!

Zhou soldiers began to set up their formations. As expected, they adopted a widened frontal formation, with Mo Dao Hand as the first, supplemented by jumping soldiers and surprise soldiers. The two wings were iron cavalry to suppress the formation.

Behind the first row of people are numerous bed crossbows and catapults, as long-range strike weapons, and there are also crossbowmen and archers, waiting for an opportunity to kill the enemy in the gaps in the team.

Mainly infantry and using a wide front can maximize the advantages of the Khitan cavalry.

Moreover, the elite cavalry of the Great Zhou Dynasty has good combat power and can protect both wings. If the Khitan wants to attack, they must be careful to kick the iron plate. Ye Hua watched the soldiers' movements.

It basically meets his requirements. Even if Ye Hua personally makes arrangements, it won’t be better. Let’s see how the Khitans take action!

Yelu Jing did not ask Ye Hua to wait too long, and his dragon flag appeared.

Under a huge banner, there is a large and exaggerated frame, which is pulled together by hundreds of horses, as if it is a moving palace, and Yelu Jing is sitting on the golden dragon chaise.

He looked down at his own people and also at Zhou Bing's battle formation.

Only at such a height can the majesty of the Khitan emperor be satisfied.

"Yelu Haisi, you suffered a crushing defeat in the previous period and was frustrated. I want you to make meritorious contributions! rush forward to me and capture Ye Hua alive!"

Yelu Haisi knelt down on one knee: "My emperor is kind, I will definitely live up to my mission!"

Yelu Haisi greeted his subordinates and rushed towards Zhou soldiers.

The battle has begun!

The war drums on both sides rumbled, shouting and killing the sky.

The Khitans trampled on their iron horses and rolled up dust. They were like rolling earth dragons, getting faster and faster!

The soldiers in charge of observation were watching nervously, constantly pushing the people behind the highway. On such a large battlefield, communications basically won't work by yelling.

Therefore, a master invented a complete set of flag languages ​​very early. When Ye Hua was training the cavalry guards, he reorganized the flag languages, requiring conciseness and standardization to form a unified model.

Look, the soldiers looking down on the orange flag and raised the red flag. This is the signal of shooting!

"put!"

The soldiers dropped the hammer head almost at the same time and released the crossbow. They had no time to appreciate the results. After releasing the first round, they immediately turned the winch and loaded the second arrow.

Because the Khitan Iron Cavalry was too fast, the second arrow had to be replaced with a gunpowder jar. In order to pursue damage, the jar would also add fragmented iron sheets, iron balls, old nails, and even some white scales, which were very powerful.

Unfortunately, the jar has great resistance and can only shoot at most five hundred steps away.

But that's enough.

The first round of crossbow arrows had already caused huge damage among the Khitans.

The three-foot-long arrow, wrapped in supreme power, fell from the sky, landed on a person, easily penetrated his body, cut off his arms, and not one or two, with a series of killing effects.

Usually several soldiers, with broken arms, thick bones, ejaculated through their belly, and internal organs were taken out.

The injured person wailed in pain and made a ghost-like cry. He was soon stepped under his own people and turned into fertilizer.

The second round of shooting that followed looked even more popular.

The gunpowder exploded, and the ignition oil tank splashed among the crowd. The people who were stained with ghosts and howled, but they could not extinguish the flames. The lucky person threw away the armor and escaped the disaster, and the unfortunate person was burned to death.

Some people were even more miserable, and they were sieved into sieves by splashing iron nails.

The two rounds of attacks made the Khitan team loose at least one-third. In other words, one-third of the people fell on the way to charge. In this era, there is basically no difference between injury and death, and it is even more miserable.

Fortunately, the Khitans survived the passive beating and got closer and closer to the Zhou army.

At this time, the crossbow on the Great Zhou side moved. They used their physical strength to spread the crossbow arrows, then aimed at the Khitans, and shot them out without any aiming.

The Khitans began to fall again, and there were also many Zombie among them. These people also set off bows and fought back, and the Zhou soldiers also began to suffer casualties.

Whenever a soldier falls, the people behind will immediately replenish them, and then a civilian will carry the stretcher and send the soldiers to the back.

If you are injured, someone will be treated. Even if you die, someone will be cremated and restrained, put it in a jar, and hang a soldier's brand on it.

No soldier is left unnamed.

This is the promise Ye Hua has given to everyone. Although it may not be possible, Ye Hua is serious.

As a martial artist, Ye Hua felt that he had the obligation to tell the world who is the real hero? Donghuamen’s romance is not even a big deal!

Only the warriors who truly sacrifice their lives and shed their blood are the backbone of the country.

Can you straighten your back when those poor and slutty literati face the attack of the iron cavalry?

Look!

The martial artists you looked down upon, they held the Mo Dao tightly and leaned forward slightly. The Khitan cavalry kept getting bigger in their eyes, and the Khitans raised their scimitars.

The soldiers exerted force on their waists, and the swords drew from bottom to top, crossing a graceful arc. The bright blade body reflected the dazzling light. The war horses and knights were all in half, and the smelly blood rushed towards them.

The power of the Modao is so terrifying!

Of course, there were also some Mo Dao Hand who made mistakes and was knocked away by the Khitan cavalry. The Khitans rushed forward from the gap and rushed forward in the second row without hesitation and slashed.

They had three rows in total, all of which were strong young men.

Mo Dao Hand is a group of death gods who harvest life. They can destroy the most terrifying cavalry. Of course, they themselves will die at any time. The battlefield is so fair. Everyone has a life, and they cannot be resurrected if they die.

Yelu Haisi was defeated by Yang Ye and was completely disgraced. This time he was holding back his might to take revenge. He would not take the casualties seriously at all, so he sent all his elite troops.

The continuous replenishment of cavalry, and in front of the battle formation was like a huge millstone, both sides were constantly throwing their lives into it, and no one knew what to grind out.

Mo Dao, who was trapped in a hard battle, was exhausted and the jumping soldiers moved forward.

The opportunity to wait finally came.

Xu Jie was the first to rush up. He was the son of a hunter. He had never worn shoes before he was fifteen years old. He had a pair of iron feet running in the mountains.

Because he often climbs trees, his legs are as thick as frogs. During training, he climbs trees faster than anyone else, and he is simply a monkey incarnation.

Xu Jie gritted his teeth and rushed to the head of the Khitan cavalry. The other party suddenly found that there was another person in front of him. His face changed wildly. He hurriedly used a scimitar to chop, but Xu Jie's knife had already stabbed into his belly.

Xu Jie stirred hard twice, then raised his foot and kicked the opponent off the war horse.

He grabbed the first war horse, but he didn't know how to feel distressed, but poked the horse's butt. The war horse ran to the side with pain, and hit two war horses in a row, with their front legs not supporting and they knelt on the ground.

Xu Jie rolled down from the horse's back, without any injury. He rushed forward and killed two Khitan knights.

Xu Jie was extremely excited when he killed three people in a blink of an eye.

At this moment, an arrow suddenly shot, and Xu Jie didn't have time to dodge. Suddenly, someone pushed him hard, and Xu Jie retreated two steps and avoided the arrow, but the other party was shot in the back and fell to the ground.

Xu Jie recognized it as the ten generals and his commander!

He sacrificed his life to save himself!

Xu Jie was almost stupid and stayed there and remained motionless.

"Useless waste, go and kill the enemy!"

The sound of the ten generals shouting and scolding came, and Xu Jie finally grinned. It turned out that the ten generals were not dead!

He burst into tears and laughed, turned his head in a hurry to find the guy who shot the hidden arrow.

At this time, a Khitan general rushed over. He was skillful in martial arts and slashed at Xu Jie twice in a row. Xu Jie barely resisted, but he had already been stabbed on his arm, and blood splashed.

Xu Jie was ruthless, picked up a broken gun, stabbed into the head of the opponent's war horse, and raised the horse's hooves suddenly. Xu Jie was caught off guard, kicked in his chest and fell far away.

The Khitan knight jumped off the horse's back in anger and headed straight for Xu Jie.

He wants to kill this kid and avenge his mount.

Xu Jie vomited blood, his eyes turned black and he almost fainted. He couldn't survive anymore, but it was enough to kill three people. Just as he was waiting to die, a familiar voice suddenly came again.

The ten generals stood up, gritted their teeth, hugged the Khitans' legs from behind, and used all their strength.

"die!"

The Khitans were overturned, and by chance, they fell right next to Xu Jie.

Xu Jie escaped from death. He subconsciously grabbed the knife and used all his strength to cut towards his neck. He cut off the blood vessels in an instant. Blood splashed more than a foot high, and the Khitans died immediately.

Xu Jie smiled, he stretched out his thumb and compared to the ten generals.

In the past, during training, the ten generals were serious and had the strictest requirements. Only when they won the award and showed their faces would they be better than a thumb and express their mood.

Xu Jie didn't have the strength to speak, so he could only use two gestures that he could understand to express his mind. Don't worry about how many beats he got during training, nothing mattered at this moment. We are brothers who entrust life and death!
Chapter completed!