Before dawn and the stars were clear, hundreds of cavalry were arranged in a square formation on the horse field of the Duke of Qin's Mansion. As time went by, the number of cavalrymen from Beizhou who came to the alliance gradually increased. Before the newly arrived cavalry joined the queue, they would say hello to the Duke of Qin and Zhao.

Duke Zhao Yu Fujian laughed and said, "If our team is broken, the boys of the Prime Minister's Mansion will be dying of laughter."

In this small cavalry team, there were two founding dukes, one founding dukes, four Yaqings, seven senior officials, eleven senior officials, nine Chehous, nine civil servants, and nine civil servants. There were more than 300 talent officials and more than 500 commoners. Many generals had already established themselves and had titles. However, due to the origin of their ancestors, they still regarded Duke Zhao of Qin and Zhenbei Hou as leaders. If this cavalry was eaten by horse thieves, it would definitely be the battle with the most titles that had been killed in the Xia Dynasty in history. The Cao of the Prime Minister's Mansion could save a lot of money on titles.

"Where is that cheap," Pu Ying smiled, "Every family has stayed behind long ago." The people around him laughed. There were hereditary titles at home, most of whom had their sons, and even had their descendants to serve in the Huyi Army. The titles and salaries of Duzhi Cao could not be saved. While speaking, Pu Ying ordered the number of people, and there were a total of 1,437 cavalrymen. These cavalrymen brought two or even three mounts.

Xin Yin asked, "Have you brought all the pigeons?" The general of the family said, "Take it." Xin Yin nodded and ordered to set off. In addition to fighting the vests in the world, the pigeons selected by Xin Yin were also unique. Because of this, Xin Yin was sure to pass the position of the horse thief at any time and anywhere in time to the military office.

The east had just revealed its white belly, and the Chaoyang was still under the horizon, and it had not had time to reveal its thousands of lights. The Anbei Army's practice was that family members would not have to see them off when they went to war. Even the relatives of the Duke of Qin could only stand behind the pavilion windows and quietly watched the more than a thousand cavalry slowly disappear outside the horizon.

Bo Shenghuo became very troubled. After the first few washes and swept, it was very difficult. The pastures, which were originally covered with population and livestock, became empty. There were traces of slaughtering livestock everywhere. The Xia people brought all the things they could take into Cangcheng, and the rest were usually burned. Even if the people who had not had time to evacuate, they resisted tenaciously with the chariot camp. Bo Shenghuo had never read this in books. The scenes recorded in historical books that cavalry invaded the heartland of the Central Plains and drove away the people like flocks of sheep had almost never appeared in the Beizhou. Even if the Meerbo people attacked for force, they would have to pay a lot of casualties, and they usually gained very little, because the Xia people would destroy most of the supplies in the end. Even if the remaining ones were left, they were likely to have been poisoned.

"They are not people from Central Plains at all," Bo Sheng said gritting his teeth, "they are people on the grassland." Those who are also good at bows and arrows and horses. Those who resist to the end, kill the women first, and then fight against the Meerbo people. Those who poison food, pretend to be fine, eat it, and then give it to their children, and then give it to the Meerbo people. These people in the Beizhou are not people from Central Plains at all. But those who survived in the cruelest desert grassland like the Meerbo people.

The recent cavalry of Xia Kingdom is not as easy to deal with as before. They are always far behind the Melbo army, not hiding their heads and tails like ordinary scouts, but showing their bodies very arrogantly. When the Melbo people camped in the valley, they would stand down on the top of the mountain, as if they were patient as wolves following the flock of sheep. Every time Bo Shenghuo divided his troops to drive away these zombies, he could never catch up with these damn cavalry. Their horses were better, more suitable for the climate here, and the cavalry were more familiar with the terrain. Once, hundreds of Melbo cavalry were gradually attracted to leave the brigade, but they did not come back.

"It's time for us to retreat." Bo Shenghuo finally decided, "Walk south, Hengzhai Fort has only 5,000 cavalry, and it can't stop us."

"I finally got here and just retreated like this?" Qiu Tianrui said in a hoarse voice. His face was covered in frosty, he was wearing a fur coat, and had a scimitar on his waist. Although he killed many Xia people with his own hands, it was far from enough.

"I had a premonition of danger," Bo Shenghuo knocked on his head, and he said in a deep voice, "If you don't leave, Changshengtian will punish us." He picked up a cup of tea and drank it in his stomach. Since being placed on the Xia cavalry, Bo Shenghuo simply canceled the military order to ban the fire during the day. Although there were not many things to grab, there was always enough tea on the road.

"Only by obeying the will of Changshengtian, we can win!" Bo Shenghuo looked at Qiu Tianrui with some pity. "This man was completely blinded by hatred. I hope Changshengtian saves his soul." He chewed tea in his mouth and thought about the route to retreat. The scout cavalry was undoubtedly waiting for a Xia army. If this army really existed, the cavalry of Meerbo would take action in time and keep going south and throw him away. If the scout still followed behind without any knowledge, he could teach them a lesson. Harassing the hinterland of the Anbei Military Division was just the first step of Bo Shenghuo's plan.

Qiu Tianrui stared at Bo Shenghuo viciously, wishing to pull out his waist and stab the barbarian with one knife.

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Zhao Xingde looked at the city with a serious expression. On the high flagpole, the head of the Han army veteran Lu Kui was hung. In the view of Qianlijing, the old general was bruised and with a little blood, but he was full of eyes wide open. He must have been fighting before he died. Under the flagpole, the captured Han army was knelt on the ground in rows, and more than a dozen people shouted to intimidate and surrender to the top of the city. I don’t know what method the Liao army used to capture Tieshan Fort. Some of the Han army, who witnessed this scene, had their eyes rippled, some had their faces solemn, and some showed fear. The entire Liaodong Peninsula and Nanshan City had become an isolated city.

It seemed to be intentionally showing off the results of the battle, and it seemed to make it clear that the Liao army's artillery towers had rarely stopped the artillery bombardment. The continuous siege of the city for several days was also suspended. The Liao army found someone from somewhere to write an article to persuade surrender. Dozens of people kept muttering loudly under the city, buzzing like flies, which made Zhao Xingde feel a little irritable in his grief and anger.

"Get a white cloth!" he shouted in a deep voice.

Tong Yunjie's heart sank. No matter ancient and modern times, white cloth is usually used for surrender. How could Zhao De do such a thing? Jian Cheng, Ma Rui, Liu Zhijian and other generals were also slightly strange. Not long after, the soldiers sent a large white cloth up. Zhao Xingde spread it on the table and wrote a big word "Zhan" on it with a red pen. Because the font was extremely large, the strokes looked extremely slender, and the font was still a bit intermittent. After writing, Zhao Xingde frowned, bit his index finger, and splattered a few drops of blood. It happened to be on the beginning of the word "Zhan" and dyed red flowers.

"General Zhao!" Du Chujiao said anxiously.

"It's okay!" Zhao Xingde waved his hand and said, "There is something that General Lu knows in the nineteenth place. Although we cannot avenge him immediately, we will fight the Liao thieves to the end as long as we are there in one breath!" He gave in to the side and said in a deep voice, "If you have any intention, come and pay tribute."

"I'll do it!"

A stream of heat surged up, Tong Yunjie immediately pushed everyone away, cut his fingers with a knife, and dripped a few drops on the word "war". Then, Liu Zhijian, Jian Cheng, Du Chujiao and other generals stepped forward one after another. Later, the centurion, ten commanders, and even ordinary soldiers were deeply moved, and walked to the white cloth one by one, and swore blood to the end of the Liao army.

At the top of the Nanshan City, the bloody "battle" flag fluttered in the north wind. The Han army guarding the city was in a state of grief and anger, and the morale was greatly boosted. When the Liao army saw it, they took the energy. The people who persuaded surrender at the city looked at each other, and Nian Bai was also weak and was called back soon. A moment later, the Liao army's artillery roared again, and teams of infantry pushed shield chariots and carried cloud ladders to form formations. The thick smoke ignited everywhere on the battlefield, and the captured Han army after the Tieshan Fort fell were forced to carry earth bags and walk in front of the Liao army's infantry.

Among the Liao army's siege, there were more than a hundred water dragon chariots hidden. It was Ge Lu, the general manager of the Craftsman Battalion, walked next to the water dragon chariot, and heard the roar of artillery fire and the screams of the dead and injured. He was pounding in his heart and looked at the top of Nanshan City with anxiety. The Nanshan City Wall was more than three meters high, and the enemy platform was higher. The water column sprayed out by the Liao army's water dragon chariot could barely cross the city wall, but in this way, the water dragon chariot had to be pushed to a place within thirty steps below the city wall. This was completely covered by the artillery fire in Nanshan City.

Ge Lu almost regretted the face when he heard the infantry who had come out of the formation talking about the violent bomb rain in the city. He didn't think so much, but when things came to an end, it was not easy to increase the range of the water dragon. The main body of the water dragon car is made of wood, water tank, handle, piston and other important components, and there is very little room for modification. The craftsmen are still those who have worked hard to increase the range by only a little. In the end, Ge Lu had to die.

He was a living horse, pretending to be a tiger's power, showing off the sign of Lord Dutong, and letting the infantry push the shield cart on both sides of the water dragon cart to deal with the shotgun. A large group of infantry soldiers were carrying water bags to replenish the water tank. Even so, he could only fire the water dragon after the city was completely filled with smoke and dust. Otherwise, the Han army on the city would use round iron solid bullets, not to mention thirty steps, or thirty steps, or thirty steps away, could easily destroy the water dragon cart.
Chapter completed!