Nightfall Chapter 73: Morning light and wind, wild flowers and grass, and arrows
Guoshi looked at the sky because he knew that someone would jump from the sky later.
The strong man in the academy will not bother Doerqi who is attacking the south, because there are too many cavalry, unless there is no Junmo before the broken arm, no one can stop it.
One husband is the gate, and Wan Qi is not open. This kind of thing has not happened a few times in history. It has nothing to do with the realm of cultivation and strength, and it is related to some indescribable aura-even if Yu Lian and Tang appeared in In the south of Weicheng, she couldn't do it either, or in other words, she and his character would not do that.
In this case, the academy will not care about those Doer rides. On the contrary, the academy will take advantage of the time when the king's court is desperate, and directly look for the opportunity to kill the national teacher and more than a dozen high priests. As for Adam and Loeb, It must also be the target that the Academy wanted to assassinate, and this was precisely the opportunity for the royal court.
On the perilous battlefield, before the abyss of despair, all opportunities that seem to be opportunities may actually be traps. No one can fully figure out the hidden information, unless Haotian returns to the world, then The two sides can only compete with determination, will, speed and finally luck.
He knew very well that as long as Duoerqi could smash through the Central Military Tent of the Zhenbei Army where Xu Chi was located before the Academy succeeded, then the battle surrounding Weicheng would draw a conclusion.
Even if the experts from the academy finally came out and defeated the experts in the Golden Tent King’s Court, they would no longer be able to achieve their original goal. The genocide would become a vain joke, and this is Shan Yu and the national teacher. purpose.
How you look at it, the Golden Tent King Court has a chance to get out of trouble this morning.
Guoji thought silently. At this time, the dark night finally couldn't bear the grind of time, and slowly became thinner, and gradually a faint light came out from the rear, although the morning sun had not jumped out of the grassland surface, early morning had arrived.
The morning light shines on the old face of the national teacher, like a clear stream flowing into a cracked field, moisturizing it for a moment. I was sucked up in an instant, and I couldn't see anymore.
The cracks in that field seem unfathomable.
It is said that in the 23rd year of Cicada Yulian and the head teacher of Xiling Temple are the two most mysterious people in the spiritual world. In fact, the national teacher is also mysterious. No one knows how old he is this year, and no one knows his inheritance. It's just obvious. He is not good at the methods that the prairie barbarian priests are best at. His practice seems to be a fusion of many sects' ideas, but he does not belong to any school of Buddhism and Magic, which is indescribable.
In fact, even the national teacher himself sometimes does not understand what kind of method he has practiced in his long life. Because he... grew up with the high priest in the grassland, not the high priest of the Golden Tent King Court, but the high priest of the Right Tent King Court, so at the very beginning, he studied Buddhism.
When he arrived at the King’s Court of the Golden Tent, in a chaotic grassy slope, he encountered Xiong Chumo who was seriously injured by Yu Lian, the Sect Master of the Demon Sect who was also called Lin Wu at the time. He rescued Xiong Chumo. Xiong Chumo expressed his gratitude and taught him the secret magic of the Xiling Temple. After that, he even traveled to Chang'an City.
Buddha, Dao, and Witchcraft, these are all his practices. In this world, he can definitely rank in the top five and learn the three Dao. The realm is naturally unpredictable, but he still wants to figure out what he ultimately wants to cultivate, especially after accepting his predecessor Shan Yu as a disciple and becoming a master of the Golden Horde, this desire has become stronger and stronger, he knows Where does this desire come from-that is the sense of belonging everyone wants to find. Or root.
Until many years ago, he felt Haotian's great will. He felt that his body and soul had been washed with snow water and became extremely clean. He finally understood that which method to practice is not an important matter. The sense of belonging has never been related to the Shimen sect, but only related to faith.
Only faith is correct, so even if you are practicing evil, why not?
As long as the goal is right, even if the evil is implemented, why not?
Or just because he wanted to understand this matter, his realm became more and more unpredictable. No one knows where he went. Back then, when Momoyama Light Festival and his party, he didn't really make a move. Because at that time Ning Que used Haotian to make the world too powerful, and because he didn't want people to know.
Because of his faith, he must defeat the academy-even if the realm is as advanced as him, he still needs a lot of thought and preparation to defeat the unimaginable people in the academy.
When Yu Lian disappeared in the Eastern Wilderness, he knew that that day was about to come. He calmly prepared for three years, and those carriages that were lying quietly beside the soil wall of Weicheng had also been waiting silently for three years. .
Even if it doesn't work, he has a way to trap the two.
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In this Weicheng story, in addition to the waiting and forbearance between the national teacher and other grassland powerhouses and the academy powerhouses, there is one most important thing: whether Duoerqi can smash the middle army account of the Tang army.
The morning light is faint, and there is silence inside and outside the Tucheng. It seems that everyone is sleeping, but in fact no one is sleeping at all. I don't know how many eyes are staring at the city gates.
With a very low creak, the gates of Weicheng slowly opened from the inside, and many fine dust particles burst out of the gaps between the double-layer plywood wooden doors, which were scattered like pearls in the morning light.
The sharp warning sound suddenly cut through the silent sky and spread to all directions. The Tang Jun barracks in the south of the city suddenly came back to life. Tang Jun, who had already been prepared, carried various weapons and prepared busyly.
The final battle between the Kingdom of Tang and the King's Court of the Golden Account began without any new ideas.
The city gate slowly opened, and a prairie cavalry slowly walked out. The bodies of the cavalry and the horse were wrapped in tough leather armor. Only the eyes were exposed, and they looked indifferent but proud.
The prairie cavalry is holding an elongated scimitar in his hand, and a white cloak is tied around his neck. The morning breeze is blowing, and the cloak keeps dancing, looking like white clouds in the blue sky.
Because the cloak is like white clouds, it is named Duoerqi.
Duoerqi, this name is the source of the pride of this cavalry. It is the strongest and most loyal cavalry of the Golden Tent King Ting Shan Yu, and the most terrifying existence on the grassland.
In the past hundreds of years, even the richest Golden Tent King Court could only support up to 6,000 Doer Cavalry, and it was these 6,000 Doer Cavalry that formed the greatest deterrent to Tang Jun’s iron cavalry.
With the official rise of the Golden Tent King Court, especially with the continuous support of the Central Plains countries under the rule of Taoism, Shanyu now has a full 36,000 Doer riders.
In the cavalry battle outside the valley river that changed the color of the world, it was Duoerqi who finally entered the battle and fought all the battles behind the palace to stabilize the situation. The Golden Tent King Court did not completely collapse. For this reason, they had the corpses of six thousand cavalry soldiers, and they were still rotting along with the spring breeze on that grassland.
After retreating to the front line of the Seven Walled City, Shan Yu ordered 20,000 Doer Cavaliers to assist Kaiping and Qucheng in order to attract the main force of the Tang Army cavalry, leaving only the most elite and powerful Wanqi in Weicheng.
There are not many Wanqi, look around. It must be a piece of black and compact, which can cover a large grassland.
But now Tang Jun can't see that Wanqi, only one.
They can only see the prairie cavalry with the Greatcloak flying in the morning breeze at the gate of Weicheng.
The prairie cavalry lifted the rein with his left hand, and the heel of his boot lightly hit the horse's belly.
The war horse moved forward slowly.
Tap...tap...tap...tap.
The hoof sound is slow and clear.
The prairie cavalry kicked the horse belly again.
The war horse speeds up slowly.
DaDaDa...DaDaDa.
At this time. Twenty feet out of the city gate.
The prairie cavalry kicked the horse belly again.
The horse speeds up again.
Cack and click.
One ride, rushed towards Tangying.
Lonely ride in the camp!
The prairie cavalry knew he was going to die, but he didn't care.
In the gate of Weicheng, a black wall faintly appeared.
The black wall is moving forward.
Another white wall appeared.
The black wall is the cavalry and the horse, and the white wall is the white cloak tied by the cavalry.
That was a row of Doer rides.
The mixture of black and white is the wave, and the snow is born in the sea of ink.
Countless Doer rides, ready to charge along with the brave knight.
In Weicheng. The hoof has not sounded yet, but it will sound.
Thunder, it must be thunder.
Like a drum, it must be a giant drum.
The prairie cavalry who first left the city has already arrived in the meadow.
His indifferent expression in his eyes outside the leather armor has been replaced by fanaticism and brutality.
He raised the scimitar of blood in his hand, ready to really accelerate.
Next moment. Ten thousand prairie cavalry will follow him to kill Tangying.
By then, thousands of white clouds will be in full bloom on the grassland.
The sound of hoofs gradually rises, and the momentum gradually rises. Who can stop it?
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General Xu Chi of Datang Town State is in the Chinese army's tent, under the tent there are 6,000 cavalry. There are also 10,000 well-trained pawns. Logically speaking, you shouldn't worry too much.
But the Central Army’s tent chased it overnight, and there was a lot of baggage to go. The most important thing is that there are many engineers and civilians who are still halfway, and the hastily arranged trenches are hard to be as strong as before. At this time, if you let the horse thief on the grassland fear Duoer ride over, everyone knows that there will be a big problem.
From the moment when the gate of Weicheng opened and the prairie cavalry appeared in front of everyone, everyone in the Chinese army's tent looked at Xu Chi, not very panicked, but a little anxious.
Don’t panic, because Xu Chi is the world’s most adept military wizard. Otherwise, how could he rely on the Zhenbei Army to seal the Golden Tent King’s Court outside the Seven Castles for more than ten years. But people are still anxious, because the Golden Tent King's Court is obviously desperate today. It would be really scary to let Doer ride up if he responds with a little carelessness.
The only cavalry of the Tang army that can say that it is stable against Doer's cavalry is the black armor heavy cavalry. However, most of the black armor heavy cavalry is responsible for resisting the guardian cavalry of the Xiling Temple in the south, and the thousands of black armor heavy cavalry of the Bei Daying Two days ago, Xu Chi had been transferred to Kaiping to help Situ Yilan clear the grassland forces there, so how to stop Duoerqi?
The prairie cavalry is accelerating, and the sound of hoofs is becoming continuous. The cavalry at the gates of Weicheng City, like the black sea and white waves, have not yet begun to charge and are waiting for the charge.
The prairie cavalry and his mount brought out a straight line on the field in the morning light. The line was written with courage and courage. The thousands of riders behind him will follow him. The straight line written by life, violently rushing forward, fearlessly charging, that is the rhythm the Golden Tent King Court wants.
This rhythm is the rhythm of a **** battle to the end, a rhythm of blood flowing into a river. The beginning is as gentle as a light rain, and then the terror is like a rainstorm, uninterrupted and uninterrupted. If the prairie cavalry enters that rhythm, Tang Ying is in danger. At that time, even if you kill the first Doerqi, it doesn't make any sense.
However, it seems that there is no better way to break this rhythm, because Weicheng is far away from Tang Camp, and even the most powerful marksman cannot shoot the prairie cavalry in advance. As for Tang The most powerful defensive weapon of the battalion-the crossbow battalion based on the formation method, the range is far from enough.
Then I can only prepare for the frontal charge from Wan Duoer.
People looked at Xu Chi and waited for him to issue orders—the most important thing to do at the moment is to transfer the crossbow battalions arranged last night to the Chinese army from the east and west sides. Once the crossbow battalion is removed, the prairie cavalry It is possible to cover up from both sides of the city wall, but the most important thing to do now is to defend the middle.
Xu Chi didn't do anything. He just quietly looked at the Tucheng in the northern morning light, listening to it becoming clearer and clearer--the lonely but thrilling hoof sound, without any expression on his face.
"General!"
"Great handsome!"
The people in the camp looked at him anxiously, wondering why he was so silent at this time. Does the general have any other tricks? Or is it that the general was worried about the two wings, so he decided to stick to it?
Xu Chi ignored the surprised, anxious, and even faintly angry eyes of his subordinates, but still quietly looked at the northern wilderness, watching the approaching Duoerqi.
The sound of horse hooves is naturally monotonous when riding alone.
The heaven and the earth are quiet. The wilderness from Weicheng to Tangying seems to have lost all its colors. The cyan grass has become gray, and the morning light has become darker by three minutes, forming a very flat side with a light dark tone. In the background curtain, the brave prairie cavalry was the only one there.
The prairie cavalry has been out of Weicheng for more than a hundred meters.
The monotonous hoof sound became clearer and clearer, like a drum beat, beating the field, the trembling gray grass fell on the ash gravel, the trembling morning light was a little deformed, and the whole world of the tremor moved.
In a moment, the 10,000 most elite prairie cavalry will leave the city and begin to charge.
By then, the sound of drums will shake the world and the world will be disturbed.
Who can stop all of this, who can break the charging rhythm of Doer riding?
Weicheng is silent, and the world is silent.
Suddenly there was wind.
The prairie cavalry fell.
The prairie cavalry who was lonely and bravely and resolutely charged silently on the curtain of heaven and earth fell in the beautiful morning light.
A thin stream of blood scattered in the air, and it was very clear by the morning light.
The world has restored its original colors, and Dexin has become warmer with the dim and cold light.
Obviously death is coming, but warming up, or because I finally saw the blood.
The prairie cavalry fell from the horse and fell heavily into the wilderness. The stirrup that Doer rode was specially made and could not tie his feet. The horse continued to charge forward. It took more than ten feet before he felt the strangeness and slowly stopped. It looked back at the owner who was lying on the field, slightly raised its head, a little confused, not knowing what happened.
The cavalry was lying on the field in front of the city gate, not moving, struggling, or crying, because he had no breath. He didn't make a sound, nor could he leave a magnificent last word. He knew that he was going to die, but he did not expect that he would die so quietly and appear so insignificant.
Duoerqi and the mount are covered in tough leather armor, with only their eyes exposed.
He opened his eyes and looked at the bluer and blue sky. The vitality has disappeared without a trace, only blood is gradually flowing.
There is a wooden arrow stuck in his eye.
A very ordinary wooden arrow.
No one knows where the arrow came from.
On the quiet wilderness all around, there is morning light and wind, wild and grass, but no one.
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(I still think I wrote very well.)