Chapter 729: Contest

On the horizon, as the dawn of the first light rose, black shadows appeared one by one, and more and more black shadows were heard. Teams of cavalry appeared first, and war horses carried knights to run away. The flags in front of the team scattered, and amid the rumbling sound of horse hooves, the cavalry dispersed in battalions.

"Woo woo..." The sound of the horn came out, low and solemn.

More black shadows appeared, thundering... thundering... the friction of the armor and the sound of footsteps thundering like a tide.

The morning sun shone in a slanting light, and teams of soldiers with long spears appeared. The infantry of the Horse Army and the Pioneer Battalion began to advance. The captain in front of the team shouted loudly with the sound of the horns. The queue stretched for a mile away, and waves burst out, and when they were there, their blood boiled.

On the periphery of the queue, the cavalry was speeding, and the commanders were intersecting, conveying orders like a lantern.

Wuda and a team of personal guards appeared at the front of the team. Behind Wuda were endless infantrymen. The large cart carrying the baggage blocked the front line. After that, there were spears like a forest. The distance between the infantry was less than an inch, and it was so close that it was extremely close. Looking around, the sword mountain spear forest was formed in a dark form.

The captain rode on his horse and ran back and forth in front of the team, accompanied by a whimpering horn, and shouted in a stern manner: "Western Xia survived and died, and Bi Gong fought, can you dare to follow me to meet the enemy?"

"Kill!" The shouts of shouting were overwhelming, shocking the sky, and the spear like a forest pierced into the sky, causing the air to ripple with irritability.

"Your Highness is here, and all the generals are here, who else is willing to go with you?"

"Go together... go together..." The drum sound began to ring, and the infantry in the queue hissed loudly; the spear was tilted forty-five degrees forward, like a ferocious giant beast showing its fangs.

The team officer immediately pulled out the Confucian sword on his waist. The long sword emitted a cold light under the morning sun. He raised the sword. The team officer yelled with all his might: "I will live and die together with you, live and die together! Even if the Jurchens can pierce our bodies, trample our flesh and blood, and rush over our queue..." This was the last roar: "But... Xixia will win!"

"It will win!"

The soldiers in front of the army, with shields, began to rhythmically tap the shield with weapons in their hands, making rumbling sounds.

With the long sword forward, there was a roar: "His Royal Highness Regent!"

"Long live!" The sounds that entered the sky came one after another, and it continued for a long time...

Rumble... Rumble... Rumble... Rumble... In the distance, a team of cavalry appeared. These cavalry wearing leather armor and wolves embroidered on their chests appeared in the back team like the wind, blocking the sight of the horizon like a long snake. Shen Ao was wearing golden armor, with Jinxian crown on his head, and sat on the horse with Shangfang sword on his waist. Behind him was wearing a ghost face and a suit of arms. Gui Zhihuan's eyes were surprisingly calm, and the Xixia long sword he was wearing was slanted from her waist to the underside of the horse.

She looked at Shen Ao, and Shen Ao nodded to her. Gui Zhihuan beat the horse and ran before the clan members' team. She suddenly lifted the ghost face, and her hair was raised up instantly floated with the running of the war horse. Her stunning cold face appeared in front of the clan members.

"The descendants of the five tribes in Hengshan..." Her voice drifted away with the wind and was spread by many messengers: "Do you have the courage to fight the most powerful iron cavalry in the world?"

The warrior immediately responded loudly to the woman who looked like a goddess: "Why don't the descendants of the five tribes of Hengshan dare?"

The goddess-like man rode a snow-white war horse from one end of the horse team to the other, shouting: "Will the descendants of the five tribes of Hengshan abandon their friends and leave them alone and live a life?"

Rushan Ruhai's cry responded: "The descendants of the five tribes of Hengshan would rather die than live in vain!"

The goddess pulled out the Xixia long sword and shouted: "Then, follow the Regent and fight to the death with the Jurchens!"

"kill……"

More than 20,000 cavalrymen were clamoring for the sky, and at this time, Gui Zhihuan had turned over and dismounted. In the public eye, she walked step by step to the ao horse. She bowed down and said solemnly: "Your Highness, Gui Zhihuan and the warriors of the five clans have all entrusted it to Your Highness!"

Chen Ao comforted the restless war horse sitting down and said, "I can't guarantee to bring you all to survive, but I can guarantee that we will die together!"

Gui Zhihuan raised his eyes, looked up at Chen Ao with a faint gaze, bit his lips and said, "There is no hatred even if you die!"

Gui Zhihuan stood up, turned his back on the horse, and stood shoulder to shoulder with Chen Ao. The fine beads of sweat oozed into her snow-white forehead. Under her raised nose, a little crystal beads of sweat dripped down.

The black-bottomed wolf-headed flag was flying behind her and Shen Ao, and at this moment, it looked overshadowed.

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The cavalry captain on the right wing gathered together, and everyone sat upright on the horse. A doctor wearing a Jinxian crown, wearing a red auspicious uniform, walked step by step to the middle of the queue. His sleeves shook, and the slut under his knees swayed as the wind blew. From his cuffs, a long piece of cloth was exposed. He pulled the cloth away and said solemnly: "There were the Huns in the Han Dynasty, and the Turks in the Tang Dynasty, but where are the Turks in the current Huns? There are Jurchens who are not kind, but instead they are domineering. They kill people and plunder thousands of miles. The people of the country are not ashamed of..."

The cavalry sat on their horses and were silent.

"Ah... the evil of the Huns and the violence of the Turks are not as good as the Jurchens..."

Someone was drowsy and yawned long.

A cavalryman from the cavalry camp whispered to the person beside him: "Why do others shout a few words? Here I want to say a stick of incense is still there?"

Another said with a tense face: "It's soon, it's soon."

The previous cavalry said in surprise: "How do you know it's coming soon?"

The cavalry said proudly: "Didn't you hear it? I've said it now, and I'm still missing a bad person. After saying this, it's definitely over."

The previous cavalry did not believe it, but the doctor raised his voice: "...This is unrighteous. In ancient times, there was a rebellion in the Diyi, so the court would issue an order, loyal ministers would raise their troops angrily, and righteous men would follow through fire and water to punish violent neighbors..."

"Ahem... Today's one seems a bit long. I'm just talking about ancient times, I'm afraid I'll talk about modern times now." The cavalry spoke awkwardly and whispered to others in a low voice.

At this time, another wave of calls came out, interrupting the doctor's lengthy manifesto. Everyone looked over and found that there were dense cavalry appearing on the other end of the horizon. They moved quickly, and the front team occupied the hills and used it to observe the movements here. Then more horse teams appeared from many places in the horizon, and countless long snakes finally gathered into the peak...

"The Jurchen dog is here!" The cavalry and his army shouted.

"Kill!" The roar like an angry wave drowned the doctor's long speech.

"Ping Xi King Qiansui, Regent Qiansui!"

"Long live!"

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The Jurchen cavalry in the wilderness ran irregularly, and teams of cavalry gathered together and sometimes scattered. Seeing the high morale of the Xia army, Wanyan Tutu was stunned. She was wearing a simple leather armor and sat on the war horse of the divine horse, squinted her eyes and looked into the distance.

In fact, 50% of the army and horses were infantrymen.

Wanyan Tutu couldn't help but sneer. The other party's military horses were more than twice that of the Jurchen Iron Cavalry. In Wanyan Tutu felt that this number was less. In the desert, they often chased Khitans who were three times five times ten times. Wherever the iron cavalry passed, no one could stop their sharpness.

According to the common sense of Wanyan Tutu, this person was not even enough to plug his teeth. What's more, there were 50% of the infantry. In this wilderness, the infantry encountered cavalry and the ending was always only one; but the cavalry in the rear team was in trouble in the formation of chariots and two wings in front of the infantry. He narrowed his eyes slightly and finally decided to test it.

Wanyan Tutu turned his head and said to a messenger: "Tell Batu, take people to try it."

Not long after, a thousand Jurchen cavalry rushed out of the team and rushed towards the two wings of the Xia army. The head of the Jin general, like a god of killing, rushed to the front with a spear in his hand, becoming the core of the entire horse team.

The war horses galloped wildly, and the wind blew on their faces. The dense charge and cavalry formation was like a sharp knife and thunder, revealing the combat power of the Jurchens.

The horse team is tight, and can even be described as shoulder-to-shoulder. In the speeding, the closer the formation is, the greater the impact force. Even if only one thousand people are, tens of thousands of troops can be cut into two pieces. Of course, such a formation also requires extremely high cavalry. As long as one person makes a mistake in controlling the war horse, one point faster or a little slower, it is very likely to hit the cavalry in front, and it may be collided by the roaring war horses from the rear team. If a mistake, dozens of war horses may even hit each other.

The Jurchens were familiar with the formation of such a difficult formation, but there was no mistake. The thousand horse team was like clenched fists and smashed towards the Xia army's flank at full speed.

The cavalry captain only saw this formation and such an impact, and could realize the power of the Jurchen Iron Cavalry. Even the cavalry of the Knight Camp would never be able to fight with it head-on. However...

Li Qing, who was in front of the cavalry captain and the cavalry camp, had a smile on his lips. The other party was here to test his background. He sat on the horse and said in a deep voice: "Tong Hu."

Tong Hu pulled out his horse and said eagerly: "What are the general's instructions?"

Li Qing said lightly: "Take a team of people to play with them."

Tong Hu laughed and slapped his horse, "Follow me in one camp!" The eight hundred lieutenants rushed out and quickly met him.

In this wilderness, two huge military horses were staring at everything about to happen in front of them in the open space thousands of feet away. The roar of the war horses was more impressive than the war drums. The horses rushed out from both sides were getting closer and closer in the open space on the right wing.

Tong Hu sat on the horse, looking at the other person with his sword-like eyes, grinning, and seeing the other person getting closer, he suddenly shouted: "Wind!"

"wind!"

As if there was a tacit understanding, the eight hundred cavalry changed their straight line and rushed out suddenly, just like two strong men fighting, one strong man hitting his fist with all his strength, while the other one avoided sideways.

Hulala... The two teams of cavalry intersected, but unfortunately, the Jurchen cavalry was still slower and rushed in the air. Batu was shocked and had to hold the horse tightly and paused slightly.
Chapter completed!