On Yanming Ridge, the sound of cow horns of different lengths came one after another, and the battle flags were moved intertwined. The neighing of the war horses and the shouts of soldiers sounded everywhere. The tense atmosphere of the war was about to come suffocated the entire mountain.

Tuoba Feng assembled 20,000 iron cavalry under Yanming Ridge. Among the 20,000 iron cavalry were Xianbei people, the Huns, Wuwan people and Han people. Tuoba Han commanded the army to quickly arrange the array, and asked Tuoba Feng for advice on whether to attack with a trumpet. Tuoba Feng looked up at the sky, then squinted his eyes and looked at the white sun. The strong sunlight burned Tuoba Feng fiercely like thousands of sharp arrows. He closed his eyes suddenly. In the darkness, he saw a little orange-yellow light shaking violently in front of his eyes. Tuoba Feng was dizzy, and his hands unconsciously pulled the reins tightly.

What is the purpose of attacking Yanmen Pass? For land and wealth. If you cannot occupy Taiyuan and Shangdang, and you cannot plunder the Han people and their property in the two counties, why do I attack Yanmen Pass? I was very angry when I thought that some subordinates were hesitant to attack south after occupying Yanmen Pass. What is the use of occupying a broken pass? I watched helplessly as the huge wealth was placed in front of me and not seized, but let the Han people organize reinforcements to attack themselves. This is not

What is an idiot? When fighting, they are afraid of losing themselves, but when they plunder their property, they run faster than the other, greedy and selfish villains. When these people have robbed them and have enough, I want to see who else is willing to stay in that pass like a grave. I guess they are running faster than rabbits at that time, and they are all anxious to go home to count slaves and treasures. Tuoba Feng cursed a few resentful words, and the muscles on his face twitched gently twice.

I want to dominate the grassland, and imagine that it is like a desert like a scattered stone locust. However, my northern Xianbei territory was trapped in the middle by the western Xianbei, the Danhanshan King's Court, the Huns and the Han people. If I want to make a difference, I must break this shackle. I worked hard to exchange the defeat of the western border for the four northern counties of the Han people, and exchanged my losses for a greater living space. But this is still far from my goal of dominating the grassland. Land, wealth, population, livestock, and army, without these things, what can I dominate the grassland?

Since Lu Longsai's defeat and Yuyang, Murong Feng, the Xianbei of the Central People and Mijia, the Xianbei of the Eastern People, have been regaining their energy for four years. Their vitality has been almost restored. The most powerful Western Xianbei has not suffered much loss from beginning to end. Even in the Western Xinjiang, the deduction of the Ridge Sand Tribe's Ridge and the Yan Liyou of the Wild Wolf Tribe have only been damaged and lost 30,000 people. Compared with the 100,000 troops of the entire Xianbei of the Western Region, it is not very serious. In the past two years, the biggest loss is Danhan Mountain, followed by himself. If something happens again this time, the Xianbei of the Northern People will soon become the food of others. In order to capture Bingzhou, he used all the power in the tribe. Now only 10,000 people stay at home. If he loses this time, he will lose nothing.

Tuoba Feng thought of the Western Xianbei Lord, who was the one who was the one who was the one who had not led his troops to fight for a long time. This time, he was invited by Murong Feng and rushed to Yanmen Pass to help the battle. Was he really going to help Danhan Mountain? Help the king Kuitou? Tuoba Feng didn't believe it. Luozhi Luoluo had a brave and warlike son and a brave and fearless subordinate. Why did he come in person? He and Murong Feng would not hide it from him, and he wanted to do something? If he was damaged, would he take the opportunity to swallow his northern Xianbei? Tuoba Feng suddenly turned all his thoughts, his heart was heavy and his expression was cold.

In the past few years, the Xianbei in the West has been in the distant desert to recuperate. Although there are occasional tribes to conquer, it is just the mutual annexation between tribes, and the losses of each other are minimal. If they raise their troops to attack themselves... Tuoba Feng shook his head, he felt it was impossible. In the western Xianbei region, there are many tribes, and it is simply a mess. Although the tribes were settled as a tribe master, he was unable to control all tribe leaders, especially those who have lived for a long time.

The tribes west of the desert are used to staying deep in the grassland, and few people are willing to travel thousands of miles to the northern border. The deduction of the Riyu Rule and Yan Liyou, the closest to the Western Front, have not yet recovered since the defeat in the Western Front. The Red Riyu tribe of Luoluo alone cannot eat them. Moreover, they have two supporters, Dongqiang Xukui and Xiongnu Baima Tong. Tuoba Feng snorted coldly, thinking that he did not have the courage to stroke his tiger beard even if he did not dare to stroke his tiger beard.

As long as he took over Taiyuan and Shangdang, he would have inexhaustible wealth and millions of Han slaves. With this, he could sweep the desert. Even if Murong Feng in the east took over Youzhou, the barren Youzhou and Bingzhou were too far behind, especially the headache of the Wuhuan people. Compared with the Wuhuan people, the Huns had to tame much. As long as he properly solved the territory problems of the Huns and the Dongqiang people, he would not have to worry about not standing by his side and obeying orders.

Tuoba Feng raised his hand and slashed it firmly and decisively.

"Woo...woo..." The sound of the charge of the horn suddenly rang through the mountains and fields.

Zhang Yan's heart beat violently, and the "dongdong..." heartbeat was clearly heard. He took a long breath, looked up at the blue sky, and slowly closed his eyes. Master, Master, bless me, bless the Yellow Turban Army, bless the people of Bingzhou. Zhang Yan suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked back and roared: "Beat the drum..."

Three hundred war drums were beating at the same time, and the earth-shaking drum sounds soared into the sky, like a thunderbolt in the clear sky, exploding over Yanming Ridge, instantly covering the charge horns of the Xianbei people.

Wang Dang looked at the Xianbei Iron Cavalry slowly moving in the distance, his blood was boiling and his fighting spirit was full of fighting. He glanced at the Yellow Turban soldiers around, and his heart suddenly sank. The soldiers stood in the horse-resisting formation, everyone was panicked, their eyes were filled with fear, and their hands holding weapons were also trembling slightly.

"Brothers, stand up straight and raise your chest..." Wang Dang raised his hands and shouted loudly, "Try to fight the enemy bravely, fight to fight the enemy..." But his voice was weak and unheard on the battlefield where drums were shocking. The soldiers around him looked at the Xianbei Iron Cavalry in the distance with a blank expression. The desperate eyes were as helpless and shocking as seeing the arrival of death.

In the face of anxiety, the king pulled up the Yellow Turban Battle Flag beside him and jumped onto the war horse.

The Yellow Turban soldiers saw Wang Dang rushing out of the horse-rejecting formation like a madman. He held up the battle flag and ran high along the front of the horse-rejecting formation. "The sky... is dead..."

The soldiers in the Max Refuge suddenly heard familiar shouts sounding in their ears, and saw the eye-catching yellow turban flag flying high in front of their eyes. The grief and anger that had been suppressed for a long time suddenly erupted. The soldiers at the forefront of the Max Refugege held high their weapons and shouted wildly: "Huang Tian... should stand..."

Wang Dang's heart was trembling. In blood, countless people died yesterday under the battle flag of the Han Dynasty. Today, countless people fought for the battle flag of the Han Dynasty. In pain, heart-wrenching pain, his tears suddenly rushed out. He raised his head to the sky and cried out loud: "The sky... has... died..."

The hearts of the Yellow Turban Army soldiers were crying. They seemed to see the floating corpses on the Qingshui River, the bones in the tomb of Xiaquyang, and the horns of the handsome mangled in the storm of the Tao City. Their tears were blurred and they used all their strength to shout out the anger and pain in their hearts, "Huang...tian...double...stand..."

One after another, the roars shocked the world, and the shouts were like surging waves, roaring across the entire battlefield. The huge waves raised by the roars were one higher than the other, hitting the hearts of the Yellow Turban soldiers, arousing bloody hatred in their hearts.

Zhang Yan heard the roar like a storm, her whole body trembled, and her whole body felt as if thousands of arrows were piercing her heart. He grabbed the railing of the wooden platform tightly, stared at the apricot yellow battle flag in Wang Dang's hand, and opened his mouth and let out a shrill long roar.

Wang Dang ran in front of the formation by horses. He kept waving the flag and shouting loudly, completely ignoring the Xianbei cavalry that was getting closer and closer.

The cavalry of the Xianbei people became faster and faster and stronger. The 20,000 troops rushed over like rushing rivers, like a rushing river. Tuoba Han looked at the ferocious horse-rejecting formation in the distance, and suddenly appeared in front of him. Countless Xianbei warriors did not die under the enemy's sword, but fell into these terrible wooden formations. Today, we must take revenge and kill more Han people to avenge. He seemed to see countless Han people screaming under his iron hooves, as if he saw countless enemy heads flying in front of him, as if he smelled the strong blood.

Tuoba Han gritted his teeth, pulled out the battle knife, raised his finger, and roared wildly: "Huh...huh..."

Xianbei soldiers answered the voice and said, "Huho...huho..."

The roar of the iron hooves rushing towards the Han army formation with a thunderous roar.

Wang Dang looked back at the Xianbei army, cursed with murderous intent, and rushed into the horse-rewarding formation. The Yellow Turban soldiers in the horse-rewarding formation were no longer afraid. They were full of hatred, glaring at the enemy cavalry, wishing they could rush out to kill immediately and stay alive. Wang Dang raised the flag with one hand and rode the horse with the other, running around along the curved path in the horse-rewarding formation, loudly motivating his soldiers, "Brothers, raise their weapons, fight to the death, fight to the death..."

The long arrow shot into the horse-resisting formation like rain. The Yellow Turban soldiers held up their shields, fearing death, and shouted, as if the ones who shot were not long arrows, but the enemy's spears, grinning and exhausted all their strength. Sometimes, some soldiers fell down or were injured by arrows, but others ignored them. Everyone widened their blood-red eyes and anxiously waited for the Xianbei people to rush in and kill the enemy to take revenge.

Amid the thunderous sound of killing, the Xianbei people divided into eight routes and rushed into the horse-resisting formation, and then divided into sixteen routes and thirty-two routes... The Xianbei team became thinner, slower and slower, and more densely populated. The Yellow Turban Army soldiers shouted and rushed down, and swords, guns, arrows and halberds rushed down. The fierce battle began.

When the king faced the spear stabbed by the enemy, he would not hide or let him go, he was like a crazy tiger, roaring, and shot the knight on the horse's back with a shot. He followed the left-handed sword and chopped off a horse's leg that was kicking him. Blood immediately splattered all over his body, "Kill, kill, kill, kill me, kill..."

Tuoba Han's war horse ran away two Yellow Turban soldiers and was finally cut down. He turned over and rolled down from his horse. He slashed three people in a row, and led his own personal guards to fight bravely, "Go forward, go forward..."

The horse-resisting formation was like several huge rocks smashing into a pond. First, it splashed huge waves at a height, then it was undercurrents and surging waves. The soldiers on both sides fought in the formation, and they did not give in to each other, killing them so hard that the sky was dark and the earth was flowing into a river.

Tuoba Feng stared at the battlefield calmly. Since the battle had already started, there was no way back. As long as he defeated the Yellow Turban Army in front of him and occupied Taiyuan and Shangdang, he would lose his troops and lose his generals, which would be a huge victory. Even if Murong Feng and Luozhi and Cai Luoluo jointly planned to plot against him, it would be nothing great. At worst, he would give up the territory of the northern Xianbei to them first, and he would move to the northern Bingzhou with his tribes, and then use the southern Bingzhou.

The wealth and population were restored for two years and then fought back. Tuoba Feng proudly "touched" the long beard, very satisfied with his idea. If I took Bingzhou, Murong Feng would get Youzhou. After Murong Feng occupied Youzhou, he would have to tangle with the Han rebels and the Wuwan people, and deal with the Leopard's counterattack. I'm afraid he would not have the time and energy to plot against me at that time. What he had to be prepared for was to put the old guy named Zhu Luoluo.

"Sir, Lord Luo Zhiluo is here." Tuoba Hui whispered in his ear.

Tuoba Feng looked back. Luo Zhiluo Luoluo came with dozens of personal guards. Luo Zhiluo looked at the battle in the Max Rejection Formation with a serious look and asked, "Is this the Max Rejection Formation?"

"Yes. There are many mountains and forests here, and the trees are inexhaustible, so it is very convenient to do horse-rejecting." Tuoba Hui said, "If you want to attack his main formation, you have to break this horse-rejecting formation first. Last year, we encountered the horse-rejecting formation for the first time in Boluogu, and suffered a great loss. In that battle, the Luri deduction lost 20,000 people, and we also lost thousands of people."

Luo Zhiluo raised his horse whip and pointed at the battlefield and said, "Since you have suffered a loss, why do you still use this method to force breakthrough? This will cause too much loss."

Tuoba Feng glanced at him, his face showed a sarcastic look, and he didn't say anything. Tuoba Hui smiled bitterly and said, "The Han people buried the horse in the soil. It is difficult to move it. They can only kill the Han army in the horse-rejecting formation at any cost, and then use their hands to open up a road. Otherwise, we cannot guarantee that the army will move forward and retreat freely."

"Breaking the formation requires troops, and rushing to the formation requires troops. If we continue to fight like this, how can we attack Jinyang?"

"Sir, except for these Yellow Turban Army, Bingzhou has no troops." Tuoba Hui said, "The Yellow Turban Army is vulnerable, so you don't have to worry."

"Is that true?" Luo Zhiluo said, "Look, the Yellow Turban Army in the formation is very tenacious, as if it is not as vulnerable as you imagine."

"Hmph..." Tuoba Feng said disdainfully, "If the Yellow Turban Army had fought like this, the Han Dynasty would have been destroyed long ago, and Bingzhou would have been ours."

Luo Zhiluo nodded and smiled, "Yes, it seems that I'm too worried. Should I transfer all the troops from all over the country now?"

"No, for the time being." Tuoba Hui said, "To completely break the Han people's horse-rejecting formation, at least until night. In order to prevent the Han people from raiding us, it is better to stay behind. The troops are five miles apart, and they are stationed along the road to cover each other."

"Do you think the Han people still have ambush?"

"It's better to be more careful." Tuoba Hui pointed to the mountains behind him. "The Han people are very cunning. If they sent a group of troops to cut off our retreat, we would not be able to concentrate our forces to break through the Yellow Turban Army on the front battlefield. Last year, the Han general, Fatty Dong, took a detour to the Great Wall fortress and set up an ambush in Lingwu Valley. If we hadn't been prepared, the losses would have been great."

Luo Zhiluo said slightly sarcastically: "Hao Shuai is really careful and has planned every step."

Tuoba Feng looked at him coldly and whispered: "Tomorrow, we will assemble all our troops, kill the Yellow Turban Army, and then attack Jinyang."

"Okay, listen to you." Luo Zhiluo said with a smile, "Now Taiyuan and Shangdang are full of treasures, which makes people itchy to think about it."

"Don't grab it first, you must leave all good things to the king." Tuoba Feng said in a pun.

"Haha..." Luo Zhiluo laughed and said, "The Mount of Danshan is almost gone, why do you want those treasures? Let's take more of you and I."

Tuoba Feng's heart moved, his eyes were full of doubts.

All the cavalry of the Xianbei people rushed into the horse-resisting formation.

During the Battle of Bo Luogu, Lu Ri deduced that two or three thousand people rushed to the formation every time. The Han soldiers in the Refuge Formation gathered in the Refuge Formation with dozens of people. Everyone covered each other and cooperated to kill the enemy. The Xianbei people were scattered on the paths in the formation and were attacked everywhere. Therefore, the Xianbei people soon became outnumbered, and were surrounded by superior forces within the Refuge Formation, and suffered heavy losses. This time, Tuoba Feng learned from the disastrous defeat of Bo Luogu and sent him to the scene once.

Twenty thousand people entered the Max Refuge Formation. Twenty thousand Xianbei people were piled up at the front of the Max Refuge Formation, and the advantages of local forces immediately appeared. The Han army in each small Max Refuge Formation not only failed to form effective cooperation, but instead surrounded it. Now the paths in the Max Refuge Formation are filled with Xianbei people. No matter how many Yellow Turban Army there are, you can't kill them. The Xianbei people have the advantage of large numbers of people, and the soldiers cover and attack each other, killing the Yellow Turban Army in a hurry and corpses are everywhere.

Sun Qin stood in the middle of the Refugee formation, yelling in a hurry. He kept waving his spear and ordered the soldiers at the back of the Refugee formation to come forward to support and block, "Kill the Xianbei people out and fight out..."

The Xianbei people were like "tide" water, seamlessly entering and advancing step by step. The front fell down and the back filled up. They stepped on the bloody corpses of their comrades and rushed in bravely. The Xianbei people following behind jumped off their horses, and several soldiers surrounded a horse and raised their swords to slash. They followed the leader's orders and used the fastest and simplest method of destruction to remove the horses and clear the roadblocks.

Wang Dang's spear was also broken, and his sword was slashed, and his body was covered in blood, but he was still fighting like a tiger. Several personal soldiers around him were shot by continuous and dense arrows. Wang Dang was furious and shouted his comrades' names while killing even more crazy. "Ship Wang, go quickly, go quickly, there are no ones from us in front, they are all dead, all dead..." A leader of a hundred-man team dragged a wounded leg

He chopped the left and then chopped the swords, and tried hard to break a bloody road, and surrounded him with more than a dozen soldiers. The king felt cold in his heart. He looked at the dense Xianbei people in front of him, and his scalp was numb. The Xianbei people were desperate at all. They drove the Hannu and the Huns with disheveled hair to kill them in front. As long as there were those who turned around, they would just take a knife. The Xianbei cavalry following behind did not distinguish between enemies and us, and they would shoot at will. The long arrows were densely packed like rain, endless.

"Go away, Wang Shuai, we'll stop here, you go away..." The captain of the hundred-man chopped off the enemy's head with a knife, turned around and shouted, "Trag Wang Shuai away, drag him away quickly, it's too late, hurry..."

"Kill..." Wang Dang opened his eyes wide and kicked the enemy's spear and took off with a knife. "No one is allowed to leave, I will die here today." He snatched a shield, flew over to block several long arrows that were shooting at him, and then slashed one person. A war horse was cut off his legs and flew over with a sad neigh. Wang Dang couldn't avoid it, "Boom..." with a sound, half of his body was taken down, and the back of his head hit the trunk of the horse's refusal, fainted. Two soldiers rushed forward and pulled him out in a hurry. Then one held Wang Dang's head, and the other carried two feet, regardless of the Li Xiaolong arrow behind him, turned around and ran away.

The spear penetrated the body of the captain of the hundred people and blew the blood. The hundred-year-old didn't snort until he died. He threw out the sword in his hand with all his strength and killed the spearman.

Tuoba Han looked back at the busy Xianbei soldiers behind him. They had cleared the roadblock that was nearly seventy steps away. Tuoba Han licked his lips, sat upright, raised his knife and shouted: "Blow the trumpet, continue to kill, continue to kill in for me..."

Zhang Yan pointed to the battlefield and shouted in a loud voice: "Bang the drum, tell Sun Qin and Wang Dang to fight back, fight back immediately..."

The Xianbei people had a desperate fight. They seemed to have made up their minds. Even if they had finished all 20,000 people, they would also rely on the advantage of the large number of people in the local battlefield to break through the Refuge Ma formation. Zhang Yan originally planned to use the Refuge Ma formation to defend for two days, but now it seems that it would be good to be able to defend until tonight. Zhang Yan walked anxiously on the wooden platform with his hands behind his back, without any help.

"The Xianbei people are crazy." Zhang Baiqi sneered, "The ones attacking ahead are Han and Xiongnu. Tuoba Feng doesn't care about their "sex" and lives at all. He just wants to break through the Mama Rewarding Formation as soon as possible. If we continue to fight like this, our people will be lost after we finish fighting."

"Do you want to order Deng Ji to spread a square formation and reinforce Sun Qin immediately?" Huang Ting hesitated, twisting his beard.

"No, if you disassemble a square formation, the blocking formation in the middle will appear very loose, and it is easy for Xianbei cavalry to quickly break the formation." Zhang Yan shook his hand and said, "Just fight like this, fight with your life. I will make a profit if I exchange 20,000 people for him and 10,000 people."

"But in this way, we will face the Xianbei cavalry head-on tomorrow."

"The fight will be the same tomorrow, and the fight will be the same the day after tomorrow. I don't care about it sooner or later. As long as Yang Feng takes decisive action, we have a chance of winning." Zhang Yan glanced at the two of them and said with a firm look. "As long as the Xianbei people are defeated, the Yellow Turban Army will be killed. It will be a grand event and will die as much as possible."

"Tell Master Xiangkai that he would bring his disciples to the battlefield tomorrow and participate in the decisive battle."

"Send someone to the mountain to inform Yang Feng that the horse-refusing formation will be broken tonight, so he will ask him to act in advance."

Xu Rong opened his eyes and sat up slowly. After he returned to Yuanping City with his men, he fell asleep. He didn't close his eyes for two days and two nights, and he could no longer hold on.

The waiter standing at the door saw Xu Rong awakening and hurriedly walked in with the food. The food was very simple, two black cakes and a bowl of water.

"Have you been sleeping well?" Xu Rong asked with concern.

"I go to bed whenever I have the chance, which is much better than an adult." The attendant smiled.

"Is it dark?"

"No, the sun has not set yet."

Xu Rong drank the water in one breath, then swallowed it a few voraciously and ate the black cake.

Zuo Yan hurried in. For this decisive battle, he and Li Wei personally rushed to Yuanping to take charge, one responsible for military and political affairs and the other responsible for logistics supply. At this time, Xiao Lan, the general's mansion in Zhenbei, took charge of Shi, and the other.

"Zi Lie, Yanmingling Express said that the Xianbei people used 20,000 people to attack the Mama Refuting Formation, but we couldn't stop it. The Mama Refuting Formation has now been lost half."

Xu Rong turned around and went to get the armor as if he didn't hear it.

"Sir, are you going to Yanmingling?" Zuo Yan asked.

Xu Rong nodded and said to the attendant: "Tell Lord Ding, gather people and horses immediately and we will go to Yanmingling." The attendant hurriedly ran out.

"Junyi, how many civilians are there in Yuanpingcheng at present?"
To be continued...