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The sun at the end of autumn is always shy and reluctant to take off the heavy veil, but the Northwest Army outside Tongzhou City is already preparing to march in line with solemn faces and armor.

Ever since Chu Huan entered the customs and became king, the Northwest Army knew that they would have to go through many tragic wars, and they would also have more opportunities to make contributions.

This time, the king of Chu spared no effort to lead the army to conquer in person, hoping to succeed in one fell swoop.

Autumn is cold, but the chill can't stop the blood in the soldiers' hearts, and death can't stop the soldiers' desire to move forward. The dawn gradually fades, and the red sun rises and falls on the iron armor with a faint cold light. The soldiers There are many spears, like clouds.

In the north of Tongzhou City, the soldiers were already ready to go, staring silently ahead.

The air was cold, the breath turned into frost, and under the sunlight, everyone's faces were full of determination. Countless eyes fell on the person in the front, who was riding a flaming war horse with a cold wolf armor, standing In the cold wind, like a mountain like a mountain.

Chu Huan was on the horse, and the ear protectors of his helmet almost covered half of his face, but he couldn't block the cold light in his eyes. His imposing manner was unstoppable. Facing countless soldiers, he drew out the saber at his waist with a loud clang. , like Fengming.

Chu Huan raised his temper, and said in a deep voice: "There is no way to tyranny the Qin Dynasty, the world is in chaos, and the people of the Li people suffer. Today, we will go out to fight, first take Yunshan, and then enter Hexi, and destroy the Tyrant Qin in one fell swoop...!" Raising the sword, He said sharply: "The Chu army will surely win!"

His last simple four words swayed far away, and the dancing of the banner cheered up the prestige, and the sound was booming, like Huang Zhong Dalu, and all the three armies heard it.

Hearing Chu Huanxiong's ferocious voice, the hearts of the soldiers who were as calm as a mountain were stirred up. Some soldiers raised their spears and shouted in unison: "The Chu army must win, the Chu army must win!"

The light of the knife wins the snow, and the light of the knife shines in the sun. For a time, the sky and the earth are full of dazzling bright colors, making it difficult to distinguish whether it is the light of the knife or the light of the sun.

Chu Huan's long knife was put into its sheath, and there was only a click, and the whole army was quiet, and there was no sound nearby.

"Let's go!"

Two simple words, strong and powerful, the herald received Chu Huan's order, and first passed on the order one by one, one to ten, ten to one hundred, hundreds of thousands of troops, and in an instant, there was only one voice left in the whole army.

Go!

The sound is loud and concise, and the more it spreads, the louder it is, but the three armies are in order, without the slightest mixed sound. The footsteps sound, the vanguard goes first, the horseshoes clack, the front army strikes again, the footsteps cha-cha, the soldiers in a row, the footsteps Steadfast and tidy, head north.

The team is well organized, not in a hurry.

The army marched firmly, dignified, and without hesitation, Chu Huan urged the horse to go, staring at the distant mountains and clouds, but his heart was filled with enthusiasm.

Now that the general trend has come to this point, only the athletes under the command of the commander will fight for hope and compete for supremacy in the world, and there will be no retreat.

These soldiers who pinned too much hope on him not only put pressure on him, but also gave him too much motivation.

Yunshan must be taken, but he also knows that Yunshan Feng Polu is a brave general, and the barbarian cavalry under his command are also fierce and good at fighting. For Bloody, but how many of the soldiers who went out this time can return to their hometown in honor?

But only by going forward bravely can we be worthy of the group of Northwest athletes under his command.

Tongzhou is only a few days away from Yunshan Fucheng, and Chu Huan had already found out in advance that Feng Polu had already set up an army formation in Qiufengyuan. Starting from Tongzhou, he would arrive at Qiufengyuan in only two days without stopping day and night.

After discussing with the generals, Chu Huan can roughly judge that Feng Polu doesn't seem to have the image of sticking to the city, but seems to want to intercept the Northwest Army in Qiufengyuan for a decisive battle.

Chu Huan was not surprised by Feng Polu's choice.

He judged in advance that Feng Polu had nearly ten thousand cavalry in his hands, and his combat effectiveness was not weak. He would definitely choose a place suitable for cavalry to fight as much as possible to intercept, or even conduct a decisive battle. Only in this way can the barbarian cavalry be brought into full play. combat capability.

When it comes to military strength, Chu Huan's military strength is better than that of Feng Polu, but Chu Huan also knows that when it comes to individual combat capabilities, the Northwest Army may not be able to defeat the barbarians.

The soldiers under Chu Huan's command were also trained in the flames of war. Looking at the Central Plains, their combat effectiveness is naturally at the forefront.

However, the various tribes in the Mobei Prairie fought all the year round, and many tribes died out completely for this reason.

However, the barbarians have been riding horses and archery since they were young, and they have almost reached the level of a man and a horse. Their physique is also higher than that of the Northwest Army, but they are better than the Northwest Army in individual combat.

Knowing yourself and the enemy is the only way to win a hundred battles. Knowing that the opponent is a barbarian, Chu Huan naturally did a lot of work to understand the barbarian.

But he knew very well that if the barbarians were really united, they would be an extremely terrifying opponent. Facing such a terrifying opponent, the outcome was uncertain.

Perhaps it was precisely because of his confidence in the fighting power of the barbarian cavalry that Feng Polu dared to set up an formation in Qiufengyuan to seek a decisive battle.

Feng Polu had already had spies in the Tongzhou area. After Chu Huan sent troops, Feng Polu got the news immediately. He was already mentally prepared. Give birth to excitement.

Feng Polu was in the army since he was a child, and he also made countless military exploits under Feng Yuanpo's command. However, although the barbarians fear him like a tiger, his reputation in the Central Plains is really not very loud.

After all, Feng Yuanpo was the chief general guarding Hexi at the beginning. Although Feng Yuanpo was very generous to the generals under his command, the soldiers under his command made military exploits and never stingy with rewards, but he often took the military exploits to himself. When the barbarians wrote to the imperial court, Feng Yuanpo would try his best to attribute all the credit to himself. Because of this, although Feng Polu, his number one general, was quite prestigious in the Hexi army and powerful in Mobei, But very few people in Central Plains knew of his reputation.

For Feng Polu, troubled times are not a bad thing, it is his opportunity to truly make a name for himself in the Central Plains.

Chu Huan led the troops into the customs and almost wiped out the Xishan Army.

If Chu Huan can be defeated in one fell swoop in this battle, not only can the whole situation be reversed, but also his prestige of Feng Polu will surely shake the world from now on.

Of course Feng Polu knew very well that if he succeeded in the first battle, not only his reputation would shock the world, but he might also become an indispensable general of the Qin State by virtue of this battle.

Hexi Dingwu has the desire to revive the Great Qin, but there are only a handful of generals under his command who can fight. In this troubled world, it is difficult to achieve great things without famous generals who are on the battlefield.

If he can defeat the Northwest Army and win a victory, Feng Polu will undoubtedly become a pivotal general of the Qin State, and it is not out of reach to achieve the feats of the four great Qin generals.

A soldier who does not want to be a general is not a good soldier, and a general who does not want to be a peerless famous general is not a good general either. Feng Polu undoubtedly wants to become a famous general of a generation.

Now that the Northwest Army is attacking, this is of course an excellent opportunity.

Although Feng Polu was not fully sure that he could defeat Chu Huan, this battle was undoubtedly a gamble, but he was naturally unwilling to let go of such a rare opportunity.

His bet is the lives of the barbarians and the stability of Hexi's western front. Once he fails, Hexi's barrier on the western front will collapse.

Qiufengyuan is a very open plain area with a width of more than ten miles. There are two highlands on the left and right sides. From a military point of view, it is a unique place for cavalry warfare.

Of course Feng Polu knew the importance of this place, so after he arrived from Hexi, he quickly fortified one of them in Qiufengyuan.

Inside the big tent, Feng Polu had already ordered people to make a sand table in the camp, and copied the terrain inside and outside the Qiufengyuan on the sand table, the entire terrain was clear at a glance.

"Shuwutai, Ivan, your troops are stationed here." Feng Polu pointed to the broad hinterland of Qiufengyuan, "We will take the Xishan Army as the first line up in front of you, and they will serve as A barrier, delaying the opponent's offensive, making room for your charge... You two are the main force in this battle, and you will face a hard battle."

But Shu Wutai clenched his fists and said excitedly: "Don't worry, Lord Hou, I will definitely let those Northwest bastards taste the power of our cavalry."

An Lei frowned and said, "Master Hou, what should we do?"

Feng Polu smiled and said: "There is a saying in the Central Plains, which is called the right time, place and people, and we can win a battle. If we control Qiufengyuan, we have already occupied the geographical advantage." Pointing to the highlands on the left and right sides of Qiufengyuan, he said: "The two soldiers and horses of Shuwutai are like a sharp blade, piercing the enemy's heart. On the two sides, I will set up a soldier and horse to attack at the most critical moment at the same time, like a pair of pliers, strangling the enemy to death. ...!"

Van Persie understood, and said, "Master Hou, are you going to let me and An Lei's troops line up on both sides?"

"That's right." Feng Polu said solemnly: "An Lei, Van Persie, each of you leads your own troops, each occupies a high ground, and stands ready. Once a war starts, the general will use the banner as an order. Before I raise the banner, no matter what the battle situation is, No matter what, don't send out the army without authorization, but if you see the signal from the general, you two must attack with all your strength, without the slightest hesitation."

An Lei and Van Persie both bowed their hands.

Feng Polu's expression became serious, and he said: "The general knows that you are all brave and skilled fighters, but you must not have the slightest contempt for the Northwest Army." After glancing at the generals, he said slowly: "On weekdays You all claim to be the strongest warriors in the barbarians, but the real warriors do not depend on your words, but on your real abilities. This battle is also an opportunity for you to make contributions. I will assure you that this battle Whoever has the most valiant troops and kills the most enemies will be admonished to the Holy Majesty and named the number one barbarian warrior, and this general will even ask the Holy Majesty to bestow a title on him."

Excitement immediately appeared on the faces of several million households.

After all, the barbarians still regard the Central Plains as a heavenly state in their bones, and they are envious. They were already extremely happy when they were granted the title of ten thousand households before, but they never expected to be knighted in the Central Plains.

The current state of Qin is precarious, and the so-called titles are actually not worth much money, but for the barbarians, it is an extremely high honor to be awarded the title by the emperor of the Central Plains.