Zhenwu Tianxia: Summon Yuwen Chengdu at the beginning

Chapter 122 The bright moon is supreme, until death!
Moon Sea Mansion City.

In the early morning, the sky was drizzling.

Mao Jiang and Song Chen stood on the city wall.

Below the city, nearly [-] troops have gathered in formation, and the dark figures spread all over the surrounding area for several miles, with no end in sight.

"Master Hou, we should go down!"

Song Chen said softly.

Mao Jiang took a deep breath and nodded slightly.

"Let's go!"

Flicking the cloak behind him, he strode down the wall.

The smoky rain made everything between heaven and earth blur. Mao Jiang rode his horse to the front of the army formation, looking at the Mingyue Army on the opposite side through the thin rain line.

Under the drizzle, the shining bright moon army is like a silver-white ocean, cool and chilling.

Mao Jiang looked up at the gloomy sky with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"It seems that God seems to be on my side."

Rain will cause a lot of inconvenience to the soldiers, but for the cavalry, the trouble caused by the rain will be more.

The ground is wet and slippery, and the horses will stumble if they are not careful, especially when charging, once a horse stumbles, it will implicate the surrounding cavalry.

At this time, Mao Jiang had a little more confidence in defeating the Mingyue Army.

On the opposite side, Lan Yuehou was sitting in a chariot on the hillside, with a canopy on his head, drinking wine calmly.

"My lord, it's time to attack!" The old man stood beside him and said softly.

Lan Yuehou twisted his neck, stood up, and looked at the entire battlefield.

"Marquis Changping is not an idiot. Since he dared to go out of the city to fight the battle, he must be prepared. Let the soldiers be careful!"

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and he said lightly.

"Old slave obey!"

"Then let's start!" Lan Yuehou waved his hand to signal.

"Here!"

The old man backed away, and then a rush of war drums sounded.

dong dong dong~~
The drums sounded like thunder, which was particularly dull in the drizzle.

Under the drizzle, the motionless Mingyue Army suddenly moved when the drums sounded.

The Mingyue Army was only equipped with two kinds of weapons, one was a throwing spear more than one meter long, each soldier had four, and the other was a machete.

They had no long weapons, nor bows and arrows, only javelins and scimitars.

With the sound of drums, the Eight Thousand Moon Army moved forward slowly like a whole.

The speed changed from slow to fast, and in a blink of an eye, thousands of horses galloped and the earth shook.

"Shoot the gun!"

An excited voice sounded.

Thousands of spears stand in the silver-white ocean. If you look closely, you will find that under the galloping horses, the spears seem to be fixed in mid-air.

"shoot!"

Whoosh whoosh~~
The sharp gun light passed through the rain lines, and poured down towards the opposite army with bursts of water.

Mao Jiang looked at the flying spear, and the pupils in his eyes shrank suddenly.

This is the scary thing about the Mingyue Army. The range of their spears actually exceeds that of crossbow arrows.

"Raise your shield!"

Without Mao Jiang speaking, the generals around him had already issued orders.

wow~~
Huge wooden shields were raised above their heads.

The spear fell and hit the wooden shield with tremendous force.

The bang bang was accompanied by screams.

In the blink of an eye, the thousands of soldiers at the front of the army were in a mess.

wooden shield!

It is the shield with the most equipment in the southern frontier army.

The wood used to make wooden shields is relatively hard wood. After being made by special means, these wooden shields will not only not be corroded by water, but can also be set on fire to a certain extent.

Compared with iron shields, wooden shields are lighter, and the battlefields of the southern frontier army are mostly mountains and forests, so this kind of wooden shields are more popular than iron shields.

However, the wooden shield is not without disadvantages, and its defensive ability is worse than that of the iron shield.

Under the spears thrown by the Mingyue Army, the wooden shield burst apart instantly like paper.

Seeing this, Mao Jiang was not surprised.

He was very aware of the abilities of the Mingyue Army, not to mention wooden shields, even iron shields, it would be difficult to resist the Mingyue Army's throwing spears.

Just when the army was in turmoil, the second wave of gunfire followed.

This time the number of guns was larger and denser.

Accompanied by the drizzle, the gun rain fell again at the forefront of the army with a rapid whistling sound.

The soldiers who were already in a mess were dealt another devastating blow. The rain quickly turned into blood, and the rain in the sky had no time to wash away, because as soon as it was washed away, new rainwater flowed down.

Boom~~
The galloping horses are like thunder rolling.

After two waves of gunfire, the Mingyue Army had rushed to the forefront of the army.

The bones were piled up on the ground, blood flowed like a river, and the hazy drizzle could not cover up the thick and pungent blood.

Seeing that the front line had completely collapsed, and nearly ten thousand soldiers were killed or injured, Mao Jiang did not panic, and said calmly, "Retreat!"

"retreat!"

"retreat!"

One after another voices sounded one after another, and at the same time, the dull sound of the horn also echoed in the drizzle.

The tens of thousands of troops actually retreated in an orderly manner. Their retreat speed was very slow, and the soldiers did not panic at all.

The frontier army is not a guarding army. Although there have been few large-scale wars on the border of Dali in recent years, every frontier soldier is a real elite, and his combat effectiveness is far superior to that of the guarding troops in the states.

On the hillside, Lan Yuehou looked at the retreating enemy army as a whole, and a strange look flashed in his eyes.

Back off now!

And the whole army is retreating!

Although it was only a hundred feet back, such a behavior was obviously a bit weird.

"What cards does this guy prepare?"

Lan Yuehou said with some surprise.

The old man next to him also looked puzzled.

And just when the two were surprised, the Mingyue Army had already broken through the front line of the enemy army and rushed into the open space where the opponent had withdrawn.

Sudden.

The horses of the soldiers rushing to the front suddenly sank, and the expressions of the soldiers on the horseback changed, and they leapt up from the horseback without any time to think.

The war horse neighed fiercely and fell to the ground with a bang.

Immediately afterwards hundreds of cavalry fell.

The soldiers of the Mingyue Army in the rear were all shocked when they saw this.

"Disperse!"

"Disperse!"

The passionate voice sounded again, and the soldiers of the Mingyue Army mobilized their horses again and again, galloping towards both sides.

Seeing this, Lan Yuehou was stunned.

"Catch the horse pit!"

The horse pit is five feet long, one foot wide, and three feet deep. Antler guns and bamboo sticks are buried in the pit.The pits are connected like sub characters, shaped like hooks.

If it was normal, the Mingyue Army would naturally not ignore the horse pit, but it was raining now.

The rainwater accumulated on the ground, if it wasn't for the horses stepping on it, it would be difficult to find where there are pits and where there are no pits.

What's more important is that Marquis Changping didn't plan to fall into the horse pit before, that is to say, they just dug the horse pit secretly.

The small horse trap looks inconspicuous, but it became Marquis Changping's coup against the Mingyue Army.

Even Lan Yuehou had to praise: "This Marquis Changping is worthy of being a veteran on the battlefield, he actually came up with such a trick."

Just as he was praising, the Mingyue Army on the battlefield had dispersed and retreated.

The first confrontation is over.

Mao Jiang looked at the corpses everywhere, frowning slightly.

In this battle, the two sides can be said to be tied.

His front army lost tens of thousands of soldiers and horses, while the Mingyue Army on the opposite side suffered thousands of casualties under the horse pit.

Mao Jiang was a little disappointed in exchanging ten for one, but it was also within his expectation.

The Mingyue Army is well-trained, even if they are caught off guard, they can react in a short time, disperse the retreat on both sides, and minimize the loss.

But Mao Jiang knew better that the truly tragic battle had just begun.

"Go to battle!"

He said in a low voice to Song Chen beside him.

Song Chen nodded solemnly, and drove forward.

"Enter!"

He pulled out the long sword at his waist and swung it violently, shouting loudly.

dong dong dong~
The drums sounded.

The soldiers in the rear rushed forward immediately.

A piece of wood was spread on the horse trap, and thousands of soldiers returned to the original place again.

Not only did they return to where they were, they continued to move forward, maintaining a neat formation.

Stepping on the broken corpses, while cleaning up the still-dead Mingyue Army, they gathered up the wounded soldiers.

on the hill.

Lan Yuehou stood up, got off the chariot, and jumped on the horse.

Surrounded by four guards and four maids, they galloped towards the Mingyue Army.

"The bright moon is supreme, until death!"

"The bright moon is supreme, until death!"

Watching Lan Yuehou appear, the soldiers of the Mingyue Army screamed loudly as if they had faith.

The solemn faces are full of fanatical colors.

The majestic and passionate sound wave stirred in the drizzle.

Seeing this, Mao Jiang on the opposite side became even more serious.

The Mingyue Army is not invincible, but the Mingyue Army is fearless.

Eight thousand bright moons enter the clouds, and one hundred thousand soldiers cannot pass.

In that battle back then, the Mingyue Army suffered [-]% casualties in the end, but they still pursued Baili and beheaded the enemy's main general.

The most terrifying thing about the Mingyue Army is that they can really do it until they die!

An army with strong fighting power and not afraid of death is the most terrifying.

And what was even more frightening was Lan Yuehou.

An existence with unfathomable cultivation, an existence that people can never see through.

Mao Jiang looked sideways at Gongyun Mountain next to him.

Gong Yunshan's whole body was covered in a cloak, only a pair of serious eyes were exposed.

He knew what Mao Jiang meant, so he didn't speak, but just drove forward.

……

Yunzhou is misty and rainy, but Shuzhou is sunny.

The cold winter is over, and the vegetation is spring.

The immature buds stretched out in the bright sunshine, looking extraordinarily crystal clear.

In the verdant forest, a monk in a white robe slowly walked.

Behind him were hundreds of ragged civilians, whose eyes were always looking at him with strange emotions.

After a while, the monk walked into a valley and stopped.

"Amitabha, all benefactors, this place can be a safe place to live."

Wuhua looked helplessly at the people behind her.

The vegetation in the valley is rich and there is a small river. If it can be reclaimed, it is indeed a good place to live.

All the people looked at each other, and a man with a sword on his back came forward.

He knelt down in front of Wu Hua, "Will the holy monk stay here?"

Following his words, hundreds of people behind him also bowed down.

"The little monk wants to find the way to become a Buddha, so I'm afraid he won't be able to stay!" Wu Hua said helplessly.

"I wish to follow the holy monk, and I hope the holy monk will fulfill it!" The man touched his forehead to the ground and said reverently.

Wu Hua stretched out her hand to help him up, "Please benefactors, I won't stay here, but I can come back to see you often, if all benefactors don't mind, I will come back to see you every three months."

"As for following!" He looked at the man in front of him and said gently: "They are all ordinary people. I don't know if there will be danger in this barren mountain. I hope the benefactor can protect them."

Now Shuzhou is in turmoil, there are soldiers and thieves everywhere, and the people in front of him are rescued from the swords of soldiers.

Wuhua saved them out of kindness, but they didn't expect them to rely on Wuhua. No matter how Wuhua persuaded them, they just didn't want to leave.

In desperation, Wuhua had no choice but to choose this hidden valley for them, hoping that they could live and work here in peace.

The man turned his head to look at the people in ragged clothes, finally nodded and said: "I will obey the decree of the holy monk!"

Seeing that he agreed, Wuhua couldn't help showing a gentle smile.

It's not that he doesn't want to help these people, it's just that he still has to find the way to become a Buddha, so it's impossible to lead them all the time.

"I still have some silver taels here, you can go buy some food. If there are refugees coming over in the future, I hope you can take them in."

Wuhua took out the money bag from her pocket and handed it to the man.

The man hesitated.

"Take it, they need more food." Wu Hua said.

The man took the money bag with both hands, "Thank you, the holy monk, for the gift!"

"Thank you for the gift of the holy monk!"

Hundreds of people are worshiping the Tao.

Wuhua looked at them and smiled, "Amitabha."

He clasped his hands together, chanted aloud, and turned to leave.

The white monk's robe fluttered with the breeze, like clouds falling from the sky, spotless.

"The believer Liu Qingxu respectfully sent off the holy monk!"

The man prayed again.

(End of this chapter)