Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 3: Shangyang Blood III
September twenty.
The sky that had been cloudy for several days suddenly cleared up, and thousands of rays of sunshine pierced through the clouds, casting changing cloud shadows on the vast autumn field.
The infantry of the middle army of the Tang army and the forward cavalry finally gathered at Lantingyi and set up camp. The next day, Xiyan sent an order, and Xiyuan led 1,500 cavalry out of the camp. At this time, in front of the city wall of Shangyang Pass more than ten miles away, the armies of the six countries had gathered together, formed formations, blocked a city gate, and then sent out soldiers with loud voices to shout and curse. The dialects of the Six Kingdoms came and went one after another in the city, one wave after another, as if setting off a stage. But the top of the city was as quiet as if there was no one there, except for the occasional cold eyes from behind the battlements, which made one's heart chill.
It was past noon, and the sun was gradually becoming venomous. The soldiers were exhausted, their faces were covered with oil and sweat, and there was still no movement when the Shangyang gate was closed. The leading general had no choice but to order the cavalry to dismount and allow the infantry to take off their armor to breathe. Dry biscuits and porridge wrapped in meat came from the camp. The hungry sergeants eagerly gathered around the porridge bucket to eat, and the scolding sergeants couldn't help but retreat back to the main line.
"Will the Li army go to battle?" Lu Guichen, who was watching the battle behind the formation, brought his horse up to talk to Xiyuan.
"Be careful, my son. It's better to watch from a distance from behind the formation. I'm afraid there is still danger at such a short distance." Xiyuan was a little nervous. Ever since Lu Guichen lured the enemy with a horse at the mouth of Dangyang Valley, Xiyuan wanted to tie him up like Ji Ye and leave him in the baggage camp, so as not to bury Prince Qingyang on the battlefield and be unable to explain himself when he returned home. But Xi Yan insisted that Lu Guichen should come to the front of the battle in person, so Xiyuan had to arrange more than ten Qingqi to protect Lu Guichen and stay behind the battle, for fear that he would take another risk of attacking again.
"It's okay," Lu Guichen shook his head, "My life is not that valuable."
Xiyuan saw what he said indifferently, and shook his head: "I also think your life is not that valuable, but the gang of old men in Nanhuai City don't think so. You should stay far away from the front of the battle. If there is a war, I may not have it." Time takes care of you."
Lu Guichen smiled and said, "What should we do if the army leaves the city?"
Xiyuan smiled wryly: "Aside from scolding a few words to take advantage, there is no other good strategy."
Speaking, the two sergeants of the Lower Tang Army trotted out with their horses, and they didn't start yelling loudly until they were only two hundred steps away from the city. The Wanzhou dialect of the Lower Tang Dynasty is used to swear at people, and it has a beautiful sense of rhythm, but in the blink of an eye, the smooth-mouthed sergeant has scolded from the ancestors of the Ying family seven hundred years ago to the grandchildren of Ying Wuyi who have not yet been born.
"Ying Wuyi, you stupid grandson, you don't dare to go out of the city to get the swords and guns of the men. Don't think that you are pretending to be a tortoise while huddling in the city with an eggshell on your head. Be careful when the men get angry and rush into the city without eyes. The tortoise shell is on the ground in the sky, and it will never turn over..."
Lu Guichen immediately listened there, and couldn't help but want to laugh, when suddenly a faint sound of cracking wind woke him up. His vision and hearing were far sharper than ordinary people, and he had already seen several black shadows shooting down from the top of the city in an instant.
"Stand back!" Lu Guichen shouted loudly.
It's too late. One of the two sergeants named Curse was pierced through both shoulders by a feather arrow, and was led by the arrow and fell off his horse. The head of another sergeant was pierced. That arrow was shot at the time when the sergeant was drinking water with his head up. The feathered arrow pierced through the water hyacinth and went into his mouth again, leaving only the tail of the arrow outside. At first, clear water gushed out from the gap in the gourd, and then it turned into a crimson fountain of blood.
Suddenly the sound of horns resounded through the sky, and the city gate that the Xia Tang Army was in charge of blocking opened suddenly, and a group of crimson cavalry, no more than a hundred people, galloped out like red lightning. Xiyuan raised his sword and mounted his horse in great shock, but in a hurry, there were not many soldiers who could put on their armor and mount their horses. Only a dozen or so people gathered around him, and the rest of the soldiers panicked. land.
"Don't act rashly!" Xiyuan yelled, "That's a lure, watch out for an ambush!"
He did not lose his composure in the chaos. The enemy army had a centurion and had no strength to contend with Tang's fifteen hundred Qingqi. This army is just to lure a small group of Tang troops to go to the city, and with the support of the archers on the city, they will be annihilated in one fell swoop. In this way, the little army will regain the face of being insulted in the morning but staying behind closed doors. Li Jun has always been known for his bloodiness, and it is absolutely impossible not to reciprocate.
But before he finished speaking, he saw a purple horse galloping out, it was Lu Guichen's lilong horse.
"Young Master Chen!" Xiyuan turned pale with shock.
Lu Guichen didn't have time to respond to him. He saw that the sergeant who had been shot by an arrow in his shoulder was still alive and was struggling to crawl back to the main formation. And behind him was Lei Qi holding his saber high. Lu Guichen knew that it was the bait left by Li Jun's deliberate refusal to kill him, and he also knew that with Xiyuan's calmness, he would never take risks for a single person, but it was beyond his ability to let him watch that sergeant be beheaded by Lei Qi endure. Relying on Li Longju's horse, he decided to take a risk
"My son!" Xiyuan roared, but he knew that Lu Guichen would not turn back. He couldn't be more clear about Lu Guichen's character.
"Lu Guichen, you ****! You only want to die!" He became furious again, and he didn't even care to respect Lu Guichen in front of others.
"Forget it!" He drew his sword violently, "Jiang Liancheng is in charge, and the personal barracks will follow me!"
He was about to destroy the horse, but found that the dozen or so soldiers of the personal battalion gathered around him were frightened, and none of them raised their knives. The reputation of the lower Tang army's laxity and cowardice had spread throughout East China, but Xiyuan did not expect that these people were too cowardly to charge, but dared to disobey orders. A burst of anger surged up, he whipped a sergeant off his horse, turned around and was about to go forward alone.
But at this moment, a white horse approaching obliquely broke into his line of sight. The white horse was extremely fast, and it was not under Lu Guichen's Lilong horse. The warrior on the horse was strong and strong, without armor, only wearing a purple battle suit. Behind him were dozens of white horses, from the Jinbei army camp on the east side.
"Stand back! Wait for me to go up!" The purple-clothed warrior shouted loudly.
At this time, Lu Guichen was only ten feet away from him, when he heard him shout, he was startled, he pulled the rein suddenly, and turned the Lilong horse around. The other party's voice was clear and deafening, with a natural majesty of a general. In an instant, the white horse threw off Lu Guichen and rushed straight to the soldier who was hit by the arrow. The warrior in purple jumped off the horse, quickly picked up the soldier and threw him on the back of his horse, and gave him a severe whip. The white horse neighed and rushed back to the formation, but he stayed where he was, facing the thunder cavalry rushing in like a gust of wind, only holding a long and narrow waist knife with a black sheath.
"General!" Lu Guichen shouted.
He saw the gold flower decoration on the black scabbard waist knife, and he understood that the warrior in purple was by no means a pawn, on the contrary, he was a general with an astonishingly high rank.
Facing the thunder cavalry centurion that was roaring and rushing towards them, the purple-clothed warrior didn't have the slightest intention of retreating. He forced the long knife into the ground with the scabbard, pressed the handle of the knife with both hands, facing the billowing smoke and dust, his back was as motionless as a mountain. The strong aura condensed, so that the approaching thunder cavalry did not dare to take it lightly. The leading cavalry rushed in front of him and suddenly divided into two groups.
The purple-clothed warrior swept the scabbard under his feet, and the long knife was already in his hand. His whole body moved from stillness to incredible speed, his figure became blurred because of the extremely fast rush, and the two snow-bright saber lights on the left and right rose up, like the wings of a butterfly. Two bright red streaks flew out, and the first two Thunder Riders had already fallen off their horses!
The purple-clothed warrior turned around immediately, and the saber was fully unfolded, fierce and terrifying. He himself was in the light of the knife, advancing and retreating freely like a ghost. He fought against the cavalry on foot, but with the flash of his body, he completely suppressed Lei Qi's fast horse and sharp sword. In the light of the sword, several cavalry fell off the horse in a row, all of them were stabbed in the chest, which was unparalleled. People couldn't even see his movements clearly, they only saw him brushing past Lei Qi, and the leather armor on Lei Qi's chest suddenly split, and blood flowed horizontally.
The thunder cavalry who followed did not dare to attack at will, and led their horses to avoid his sharp edge. A dozen or so cavalry gathered together, adjusted their horse gait, and prepared to charge again. In the brief gap, the warrior in purple turned around and rushed towards the main formation. But no matter how fast he retreated, he couldn't compare with Lei Qi's war horse. A dozen or so horsemen behind him joined in a row and charged forward with their sabers held high.
The sound of horseshoes behind him was getting closer and closer, and the purple-clothed warrior who was running wildly raised his knife and shouted: "Xuan!"
He stopped abruptly: "Ying!"
Turn around: "Broken!"
The dozens of white horses staying there drew out their horned bows together, following the orders of Xuan, Ying, and Po, they raised, pushed, and released arrows without panic. The arrows were like flying locusts, and they shot the thunder riders under the horse one after another, but none of them accidentally injured the purple-clothed warrior, and none of them missed. The galloping horse was full of arrows, rolled over and fell down, crushing the cavalry on the horse to death. In the end, only Lei Qi, who was facing the purple-clothed warrior, was left, roaring and swiping his sword down, completely ignoring the empty door on his body, it was an offensive that hurt both sides.
The purple-clothed warrior jumped up suddenly, turned around in the air, and a ray of saber spread out. Blood spattered for a foot, and Lei Qi's war horse galloped out, but the head of the warrior on the horse suddenly fell, and the blood fountain rushed several feet high! At this moment, the purple-clothed warrior landed on the ground and looked back coldly.
The purple clothes vibrate lightly, as light as a wild goose.
After a moment of silence, the Allied Forces of the Six Nations erupted in applause like a tidal wave. At this time, the warrior in purple was already close to the main formation, and the remaining Thunder Cavalry knew that there was nothing to gain, so they could only throw down the corpse, turned around and retreated to Shangyang Pass. The purple-clothed warrior was not happy, he took out a square scarf from his arms, wiped off the blood on the long knife, and slowly approached Lu Guichen, who was standing by immediately.
"Unexpectedly, there are barbarian warriors in the Tang Dynasty," the purple-clothed warrior smiled lightly, "Northern Jin, Gu Yueyi."
"Qingyang, Lu Guichen," Lu Guichen jumped off his horse, "Thank you, General Gu."
The warrior named Gu Yueyi nodded: "It's a pleasure to meet you."
He said no more, turned around and walked towards the dozens of white horses. A cavalryman dismounted and gave him his mount. He turned on his horse and raised his sword, and the whole team retreated to the formation of Jinbei Kingdom. By the time Xiyuan Zongma arrived, the purple-clothed warrior had already merged into the brigade of the Izumo cavalry in northern Shanxi, and he was no longer seen.
"Who is this person?" Xi Yuan was amazed.
Lu Guichen shook his head: "I only know that it is Jinbei Kingdom, named Gu Yueyi."
"Gu Yueyi!" Xi Yuan's eyes widened.
"What?"
"Gu Yueyi is the commander of the Northern Shanxi Army in this battle!"