The next day dawned.
A ray of dawn shot through the dark sky like an arrow, and the golden light suddenly appeared, and the green dragon grassland was immediately illuminated.
The weather has become colder and colder, as if in this wind, there is a trace of snow wool, emerging from the trench, the wind is blowing, this cold seems to be cold into the bones, so that people can't help but stir up.
Xu Jie, who was in the trench from time to time to watch, retracted his head again, and then glared at Tang Bohu, who was holding his thighs and his eyes closed, and then said: "Old Tang, old Tang, get up quickly, there is cooking smoke in the distance, and the Tatars are burying the pot to cook." ” "Oh, oh, it's time to eat, I'm hungry."
Tang Bohu opened his eyes in confusion.
His head was padded with a reed mat, and his head was wrapped in a thick quilt, and when he heard Xu Jie call him, Tang Bohu got up sleepily.
Xu Jie was angry and funny, and was about to scold him a few words, but at this time, the bamboo whistle sounded.
This is the morning bamboo whistle, extremely sharp, the soldiers of the trench in the trench as if a conditioned reflex, one after another, took off the shed on the trench to shelter from the rain, and collected the quilts, they are soldiers do not take off their armor, and quickly begin to assemble the teams.
Wang Shouren was already dressed in military uniform, and he patrolled the trench with his personal guards, and then the hot steamed cakes and horses were delivered to everyone.
Ye Chunqiu has woken up, and he has also changed into a military uniform, this close-fitting and slender military uniform is the new uniform of the new army, in order to ensure the convenience of action, so it is mainly slim, using high-quality wool fabrics, with a more vivid dark blue as the main tone.
For the time being, the new army does not have to worry about the enemy's powerful long-range firepower, so it is easier to distinguish friend and foe in dark clothes, Ye Chunqiu even wants to use bright and eye-catching red, if it is not limited by the times, Ye Chunqiu really doesn't want people to feel that the celebration is too much, and finally has to compromise into dark blue.
Last night, Ye Chunqiu only slept for two hours, came out of the command room, took his own steel kettle with some mare's milk, steamed cakes, and ate them casually.
And at this time, there was finally some movement in the distance, and gradually, this movement became more and more obvious, it was the trembling sound of the earth, especially in this trench, this vibration seemed extremely strong.
The Tatars are coming The vigilant students had already blown the bamboo whistles ready for battle, and everywhere in the trenches, the teams began to enter the combat posts, and Ye Chunqiu appeared in front of Wang Shouren.
Wang Shouren held the binoculars and looked at the end of the grassland, he said slowly: "The first to appear is a captain of ten thousand, it seems that this time the Tuxie Department is menacing, judging from the clues reported back by the scouts last night, the number is at least 30,000, Spring and Autumn, this battle is afraid that there is some danger, if they really let their cavalry rush over, this Qinglong is only afraid" Ye Chunqiu pursed his lips, his eyes were dazzling, in this severe cold, his voice became colder, and said: "Behind us, there are countless people who are willing to entrust their lives to us, so if the Tatar cavalry rushes over, then we will use our bodies to block it, until the last person dies in battle, and the order is given, no matter what the situation, we must not take half a step back." ” Wang Shouren put down the binoculars and glanced at Ye Chunqiu, only to see that Ye Chunqiu's face was a little sad, but a little resolute.
Wang Shouren silently withdrew his gaze, nodded, and pouted at the herald Nunu behind him.
The order was conveyed quickly, in fact, even if the order could not be carried out, everyone knew that the responsibility was heavy, so no one dared to take it lightly, and everyone lay in the trench, holding their breath and quietly waiting.
Boom boom boom The piercing and heavy sound seemed to shake the whole earth, and the iron horsemen like a surging river covered the clouds and the sun, and arrived at the front line in a mighty way.
Countless Tatars looked at the trench in the distance, their eyes full of murder, and as far as their eyes could see, it was only a vague shadow.
Immediately afterwards, the Great Jinnon Zitl came here with dozens of golden guards, and all the Tatars looked at Zitter with reverence, and the black cavalry automatically parted a road, and where Zitter passed, everyone could not help but sit on their horses and bend over.
In the minds of the Tatars, Zittel was not only a member of the Golden Family, but also the son of the Great Khan, and one of the few warriors in the steppe, who personally fought against tigers and wolves, and defeated several warriors at festivals.
If it weren't for his mother's humble status, Zitl would have been the best candidate for the Khan position.
Zittel looked bronzed in the light of day, he wore two braids, and he didn't wear much armor on his body, which was his style, and he was convinced that he was protected by the heavens, and that the heavy armor would only bring constraints to himself.
Everyone looked at him, and what Zitl had to do next was simple and straightforward, the Tatars had only two ways to fight, one was mounted archery, and here, it was obvious that mounted archery was useless, these Han Chinese used trenches to curl up behind sandbags, which greatly reduced the damage of long-range weapons.
However, the Tatars also had a more direct method of warfare, that is, by virtue of their war horses and their numerical superiority, they rushed directly into the Han army's formation, as long as they rushed in, with the help of war horses, they would definitely win.
Zittel took a deep breath, drew a feathered arrow from his quiver, and then held the arrow in both hands, and with a click, the arrow snapped.
In full view of everyone, Zittel roared: "Take a step back, like this arrow" This is the simplest and most effective mobilization of the Tatars, and no one is allowed to retreat, and if they retreat, they will die Countless people suddenly burst out with an earth-shattering voice: "Kill" So in an instant, everyone's blood was boiling, Zittle puffed and panted, the muscles on his body burst out of green tendons, he threw the broken arrow to the ground, and then pulled out the long knife at his waist, and with a shout, the war horse under the seat began to move forward slowly.
The cavalry began to slowly march again.
Slowly, Zittel's horse began to run in small steps.
Boom Boom Boom Behind the torrent of Tatar iron horses also began to run in small steps, the sound of countless swords unsheathed, the sound of the sound of the clatter, everyone's eyes were murderous, they did not let out another roar, but stared at the front, pulling the war horse, and followed the pace of the war horse under the Zitl seat step by step.
Everyone here has experienced life and death on the steppe, and in their minds, the Tatars are warriors tempered by countless dangers on the steppe, and the timid and weak Han people have never been their opponents, even if there are many Han people, they are fearless. aa2705221: