The sound of the ox horn was shrill, resounding through the sky, announcing the arrival of the Moqi.

Miao Tieshan stood on the high tower and looked out at the vast army of the Mo people. His camp was located in the open area of ​​the grassland. The Mo army was about ten miles away from the camp. The open area in the middle would become a place for the two armies to fight.

Tens of thousands of Moqi cavalry lined up in a row of miles long, slowly approaching the camp, like a wall like a forest. In the sun, the Moqi's body was shining with cold light, and it was iron armor. Miao Tieshan's heart sank. Compared with seven years ago, Moqi's equipment was much better. The Military Intelligence Department intelligence said that the Mo people bought a large amount of armor, sharp arrows, scimitars, spears, and some people even found large-scale weapons such as siege crossbows and siege cars in the royal court.

The Moqi stopped neatly five miles away, and Wu Chenchen confronted the Zheng army's camp. Except for the horses occasionally making a light neigh or two, tens of thousands of troops were silent, only flags of various colors fluttering in the wind. This silent suppression demonstrated the excellent riding skills of the Moqi, which was incomparable to the Zheng army. The invisible force was heavily pressed on Zheng army in the camp, and everyone felt nervous when they breathed.

What a mighty heroic army, Miao Tieshan thought flashed, but he chuckled: "The man from the desert made a pot and sold some rags and was eager to see him in front of us. Oh, no wonder, the barbarians outside the border have seen any good things, and they all took the iron pot as a family heirloom. Last time they wiped out the Naipu tribe, I found such a big iron pot in the golden tent of the Luya Khan of the Naipu tribe." Miao Tieshan gestured with his hand and continued to smile: "It was so strict that I thought I had found some good treasure."

The generals around him burst into laughter, and the air immediately became relaxed. Someone asked intriguedly: "Miao Shuai, where is that iron pot?"

"I have someone mention the kid camp. Maybe the steamed buns you eat today are steamed from this pot."

"No wonder I said that the steamed buns were so delicious this morning. I ate them in one breath. It was originally the king's domineering aura that escaped from the Naipubu Chuan Clan pot. No wonder I farted all the time in the morning."

"You kid is making money. I keep muttering that you don't shave your butt when you go to the toilet, and you smell a stinking smell of shit all over your body. Why don't you order him to go out and kill him and return the domineering aura of the Naifu tribe to Mo Ren."

The laughter rose again, and the laughter flew up and floated over the Zheng army's camp. The generals infected the soldiers with a relaxed attitude. Looking at the soldiers guarding downstairs, they also smiled on their faces, and looking at the distant cavalry in the distance, they became more confident and calm.

"Person Ning, do you think we can defeat these Mo people?" Ding Lu's guns were sweating in his hand, and the pressure brought by the Mo Qi made him uneasy. He was a new recruit who joined the army in the fourth year of Jianwu. He had less than two years of training and had not yet been on the battlefield. It was impossible to say that he was not afraid.

Ning Xiaohu (Ahu) smiled and said, "We will definitely win."

Seeing Ding Lu's face turned pale, Ning Xiaohu remembered that when he first joined the army, he saw Mo Qi at the head of Huangsha Pass. He looked like this. At that time, it was a veteran Shi Dadao comforted himself: It's okay, you won't be afraid of fighting a few more times.

"It's okay, you won't be afraid of hitting a few more times." This sentence blurted out from your mouth as if it was more than ten years ago, and the person who said this was replaced by himself.

The general died in a hundred battles, and he had been in the army for fourteen years without realizing it. Ning Xiaohu couldn't remember how many times he had fought with the desert people, from Huangsha

When he arrived at Zhenbei Camp, he was promoted to a rank captain, and his subordinates led five hundred brothers. Every time he fought, he would die. Shi Dadan, Hu Jianzheng, Liu Mingguang..., vivid figures flashed in front of his eyes. Ning Xiaohu would think they were by his side, and would drink and laugh with him in his dreams.

The wind was strong in the north of the Mo, and Ah Hu closed his eyes dryly, and there was no tears in his eyes. He had long been careless of life and death. In the 13th year of Fengle, he sent Shi Dadan home. When he saw Shi Dadan's parents, wife and children, he recognized his daughter as his goddaughter, and sent some silver to his daughter to prepare dowry every year. Last year, his goddaughter asked someone to bring winter clothes and told him that he had married a fellow villager and let him see his son-in-law when he had time.

Ning Xiaohu has not started a family, and having a goddaughter is enough. In the future, someone will give him incense sticks and burn some paper money. He and Shi Dadan are used to eating in the same pot, so he will use the money together. I think he won't bother with him.

Ning Xiaohu is from Huazhou and has his parents, brothers and sisters at home. The family letter said that life was much better than before. His younger brother had married and had children. He had two nephews and a niece. His eldest nephew is old this year and his family is in charge of his studies and will make a name for himself in the future. Before joining the army, his family was sad. After eating one meal and having a meal, he was worried. He only served as a soldier for his younger brother to save food. Later, the governor of Jiang went, and the lives of the people of Huazhou were only getting better and better.

Some time ago, I heard that Lord Jiang also came to Zhenbei Daying. I don’t know if I had the chance to see him. Lord Jiang made a fuss for General Hu and saved his life. I should thank him well. I heard that Lord Jiang was demoted to the camp, and I don’t know how to comfort him. When I see him, I invite him to a bar. There is a saying that everyone likes: I should have fun in my life, and I will have no regrets in my life. I haven’t been home for more than ten years, and I don’t know how my parents, sisters and sisters are doing. If I am still alive after the battle, I will go home and take a look.

Looking at the Moqi in the distance, Ning Xiaohu suddenly raised the spear in his hand and roared: "Ha! Ho..." The roar became louder and louder, wider and wider, and finally it sounded like a group of people. Countless Zheng soldiers waved the weapons in their hands facing the iron-like Moqi, swallowing the rainbow.

On the high platform, Miao Tieshan picked up his beard and laughed loudly. He was in the battlefield for a lifetime. What if there was such a tiger and wolf army die on the grassland, and shouted: "My sons, please follow me to meet the enemy."

Three gates on the north side opened, and three torrents surged out of the big village, and three square arrays were arranged two miles away in front of the village. The square array quickly extended, with shields in front, spears in the middle, and long bowmen urged the formation, laying a three-mile-long defense line like a thick iron plate blocking the Moqi.

The light cavalry moved out, and the horse's hooves moved the ground and turned into a surging torrent. The torrent condensed behind the iron plate, and the cold light connected into a circle. The murderous aura was as real as it was, so it soared into the sky. The birds in the sky were panicked, leaving behind a miserable long cry.

The fiery red flag fluttered high and slowly passed through the iron formation. The soldiers turned their admiring eyes to the old general Miao Tieshan under the banner. This man had been stationed in the Anbei Protectorate Palace for forty years. From the lieutenant to the general, he fought countless times with the desert people, from a young man to a white-headed man, and never left.

Under the Black Wolf's flag, Kunbo stared at the big red flag. He didn't recognize the word Zheng, but the big word "Miao" on the flag was deeply engraved in his heart. Under this flag is Miao Tieshan, the governor of Anbei, Zheng people. He has led his troops south countless times.

When you are hitting the grass valley, you will always encounter the obstacles of this red flag and it is difficult to return home with a full load.

Kunbo is forty years old this year, with a wide mouth, lion nose, tiger eyes very similar to his father Khan Wushi. This look made some old ministers quite fond of him. Over the years, Kunbo was no longer as irritable as he was back then. Zuo Juqu Subnaying said that he was sixty or seventy percent similar to Wushi Khan. If he could lead the grassland troops to defeat the Zheng army, he would take advantage of the opportunity to become the new grassland khan.

After the conscript of the Dharma King was issued, the scattered grassland tribes continued to gather, and the light cavalry had exceeded 600,000, and this number was still growing. On the first day of April, after the Dharma King sacrificed the good and bad fortune of the sky, Tizhu used the auspicious signs shown by the Bianbu to divide the Mo cavalry into three parts. Kunbo and Liman each led 200,000 elite troops as the vanguard to fight and went to Zhenbeicheng to block the Zheng army. Tizhu led 200,000 servants to transport food, grass and supplies, and sat in the royal court, waiting for the subsequent tribes.

Kunbo led his army to set off the next day, rushed to Zhenbeicheng, and carefully sent the news that Emperor Zheng was coming to Zhenbeicheng. Kunbo thought that if he could catch Emperor Zheng, he would be the well-deserved Khan on the grassland. It is said that Zhenbeicheng gathered millions of Zheng troops, but Kunbo didn't care. Zheng people were very good at defending the city, but if they wanted to fight with the desert people on the grassland, they would die.

He met the Zheng army sixty miles away from Zhenbei City. Kunbo ordered a camp twenty miles away from Zhengzhai, and took 10,000 Black Wolf Cavalry and 20,000 Jiewei to Zhengzhai to check and demonstrate. Jiewei was composed of young and middle-aged tribes and was the main force in the grassland war. As for the wolf cavalry, it was the Fuli Army, a brave and good warrior selected from the Servant Army and Jiewei Army. There were only 25,000 people in total, 5,000 Golden Wolf, and 10,000 Black Wolf and Black Wolf. The Badu tribe became the co-lord of the grassland tribe with these 25,000 Fuli Army.

Master Leha followed Kunbo with expressionless face. After Wushi's death, his two sons competed for the throne of Khan. Leha and Benhu supported Kunbo's succession. He believed that Kunbo was strong and kind, just like most grassland men. Liman liked the Zheng people's style. If he became a great khan, he would make the grassland lose its roots.

This time, the Dharma King asked the master to lead the scholars to travel with the army. Leha volunteered to follow Kunbo. There were two masters, four venerables, and there were as many as thousands of ordinary scholars. These people were all good at one to ten. Leha formed them into a team, using Venerable Fuying as the commander of the thousand cavalry, preparing to charge at critical moments.

In Kunbo's opinion, Zheng Jun's appearance was a flowery air. He turned to look at the strong man behind him and said, "Moji, you take your men down and rush forward. If you can kill the general and seize the flag, I will allow you to bring the original Ashima tribe to independence and give you 20,000 cattle and sheep."

In the tenth year of Fengle, the Ashima Hehun branch attacked Huangsha Pass and was defeated by Liao Jianhui. The Ashima Hehun branch was incorporated into the Badu division, and Ashima became a thousand cavalry commander under Kunbo. The leader of the Ashima army, Ashima Mo, was the uncle of Moji. Zheng Lifengle died of illness in the 16th year. Before his death, he hoped that his nephew Moji would revive the Ashima army. Moji was brave and good at fighting, and his temperament was similar to Kunbo, and he was deeply loved by Kunbo. This time he went south to meet the Zheng army, and Kunbo asked Moji to command the three thousand black wolf cavalry.
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