I’m The King

Luo Weiran lay in the nest of snow. The coldness penetrated through the armor, through the cotton-padded jacket, and penetrated into the close-fitting cashmere vest. He only felt that his whole body was about to freeze and he was wearing gloves, but he still felt his five fingers stiff. He stopped curling his fingers and mobilizing his blood. They had been lying in this snow nest for a long time. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable)

The sky is extremely gloomy, and although there is no snow anymore, the wind is like gusts.

"Master, take a sip!" The soldiers handed out a skin bag with spirits in it. This time when they came out, Yan Peng also gave all of them and collected all the spirits in Tongwan City. Each soldier was given a small bag for use. To withstand the severe cold, when they came out, they didn't even dare to send reinforcements. When they were to send reinforcements, they had to wait passively.

Yan Qi would never sit back and watch Yandu being attacked, he would definitely send troops to respond. Luo Weiran cheered up in his heart. Lifting the skin bag, he took a small sip, a line of fire ran down from his throat, a flame rose in the lower abdomen, and warmth burst out from there. **No ** Wrong** Novel WwW.WCXIAOSHUO, the body seems to be Have some perception.

Putting the wine bag on the snowy ground in front of him, Luo Weiran curled up his legs and rubbed the muscles of his legs vigorously with his hands. Doesn't He Lanyan look like that? Mo Yandu had tens of thousands of cavalry, and he attacked the village near Dubozhai. The casualties were not small, but He Lanyan also only had more than 4,000 cavalry. Although this battle was a surprise attack, I am afraid it would not be easy to fight. And in this direction, Yan Qi will either not come, or he will definitely not be a small group of people. How long will it take to support Helanyan? One day or two days?

He had no bottom in his heart.

He glanced over the skin pouch placed in front of him, but suddenly it condensed. The wine in the pouch seemed to be shaken, and it was flowing up and down inside. His body shook slightly, and he squatted down, pressing his ears tightly. Above the snow. After a while, he raised his head with joy and said, "Come, come! Let me know, get ready to fight!"

The soldiers also got out of their nests with excitement on their faces, and ran to the two wings in a trot.

For soldiers, fighting is not a terrible thing, what is terrible is waiting before the war.

On the two wings, all the crossbowmen took out their warm bowstrings from their arms, and put them on the crossbow and the crossbow. Under this kind of spooky weather, if you don't take good care of the bowstring, it only takes a day or two to make the string useless.

The bowstrings were tightened, and the crossbows were twisted up, and the crossbows with gleaming cold showed their hideous faces from the snow, and pointed them at the avenue far away.

More arms are placed on the arrows, and then placed at the feet of the soldiers, each soldier has at least two arms in the hands of the crossbow. Fifty crossbow arrows, in order to equip them with the army fighting in the city, Yan Peng will give it all, if at this time a Donghu army suddenly launches an attack on Tongwan City. The long-range strike on the city would be a mess, almost nothing.

In the line of sight, there were overwhelming cavalry, and they seemed to be fighting. The war horse was dragged into a long snake formation, galloping on the snow, and countless horses hoofs raised snow powder. A billowing snow dragon formed behind them.

"It's Murong Kun!" Luo Weiran said coldly, one of Yan Qi's most important generals did not expect him to lead the army to help. Looking at the horses behind him, Luo Weiran felt a little bit cold. His mother, at least tens of thousands of cavalry, thousands of cavalry, boundless, tens of thousands of cavalry, one after another, there are only more than 5,000 steps here. Pawn, but he has to face tens of thousands of cavalry, this has to be there, you don't even think about it.

"Send orders to the two wings, listen to my orders, intercept the middle, and hand the forward troops to the phalanx. Both sides give me an effort to strike at their center and shoot all the arrows in their hands before they are allowed to retreat to the phalanx and form the second echelon." Luo Weiranshen He took a deep breath, lifted the longbow, and picked up a specially made arrow from his side.

The East Hu cavalry did not guard at all whether there was an ambush here. In fact, in their eyes, this place is not much different from other places. The only thing is that there are some more undulating hills here, but in their eyes, this is not the same as the thoroughfare. There is not much difference either, the war horse is madly rolling, moving flexibly between the hills and ridges. Luo Weiran's eyes became colder and colder, just as the enemy's forward was infinitely close to the bottom of his U-shaped ambush, and after the middle section had completely entered the ambush, he stood up sharply and opened his bow and arrows, accompanied by a sharp howling. This Mingdi, who gave the order, flew straight to the sky.

Murong Kun was in the middle of the army. Hearing the screaming sound, his heart was shocked. He strangled the horse, and the horse hissed from the stand. Then, he saw the huge distance from both sides of the team. Crossbow arrows spewed out from the snow, like the sickle of a dead snake from hell, rushing towards his team.

Just taking a glance at him, he was a little frightened, and this first wave of crossbows fluttering from left to right, I was afraid there were no fewer than two hundred crossbows.

When Murong Kun was attacking Liaoning Guardian before, he had seen so many crossbows shot across the sky above Liaoning Guardian City. He had never imagined that in a field battle above the wilderness, he would actually be able to shoot so many crossbows. When he encountered so many crossbows, he yelled, turned off his horse, and hid behind the horse.

The crossbow that intersected each other ruthlessly tore the body of the cavalry. Whether it was a man or a horse, a frontal blow to the crossbow was the end of the body and bones. The screams of the ears continued, and the heavy objects fell to the ground. The voice rang out, Murong Kun raised his head in surprise and anger, and saw that his Chinese army banner had also slowly fallen down.

The formation was too dense. Under unsuspecting circumstances, the losses of this wave of crossbows were unbearable, and the middle section of the entire cavalry team was completely messed up.

But this is not the end. After the crossbow was crossed, the locust-like crossbow arrows once again rose from the snow with the sound of morpholino, and shot across the sky to the East Hu cavalry in the middle section.

Suddenly attacked, the East Hu cavalry were panicked to the extreme, especially the fall of the Chinese army's banner, which made them a little bit scared. The surviving cavalry in the middle staged their horses and rushed towards the place where the crossbow flew out.* *The speed of crossbows is slow, which is known to all. Before the enemy gets a second one, they still have enough to rush to the ambush.

But what greeted them was the black arms stretched out.

Murong Kun said, "Don't even call the exit, but saw the cavalry who rushed out neatly dumping dumplings and fell from their horses. On the white snow, they were full of bright red.

The attack in the middle section also caused great chaos in the forward troops. About two thousand cavalrymen at the forefront relented at the same time.

At this moment, the second dysprosium sounded, and a loud noise came from the front, like a wind and ghost, the snow shook, and thousands of people with thick deposits just stood in the snow. When I got up, under the eyelids of the Donghu cavalry, a huge shield was strengthened. A long spear protruded from behind the shield, layer by layer, like a monster with barbed all over its body, in the thunder of the drum. In the middle, there was a shout, and he pushed forward three steps together, then there was another drum sound, and shouted again, pushing forward three more steps.

This is Luo Weiran's 3,000-step **** formation, accompanied by heavy drums, they slowly but firmly pressed onto the battlefield.

Donghu forward, General Piton, made a correct decision at this time. Instead of turning around to rescue the middle cavalry, he rushed firmly towards the infantry phalanx ahead. However, the generals of the rear team were not as wise as he was, and they desperately drove their troops towards the middle section, which made the already chaotic middle section even more chaotic.

Murong Kun was so angry that he just wanted to curse. Unfortunately, at this time, his banner of the Chinese army fell, and the buglers around him fell. His military order was impossible for a while on this chaotic battlefield. Pass it on. He watched as the second crossbow arrow of the ambushes extended its range and flew towards the crowd behind.

"Hold up my general!" he roared and stood up from behind the dead horse, roaring loudly.

Several Donghu soldiers raised the Murongkun general's flag, which had been folded in two, and made it to be displayed in the wind again. This trick worked. The chaotic Donghu people were greatly calmed because Murongkun's general flag was raised again. .

"Those who are still alive in the middle section will separate the men and horses, attack on both sides, and attack their crossbowmen. The men and horses in the latter section will detour and attack their backs immediately and kill all these **** for me!" Murong Kun roared, looking at the snow all over. The corpses of the people and horses of the earth were bleeding in their hearts. I am afraid that just these waves of attacks will bring down nearly two thousand people under their command.

General Yan Qi was wrong. Yan Peng, who ruled Wancheng, did not attack Dubo’s Mo Yandu, but ambushed the support army halfway. In other words, the opponent’s general made this trap, and Yan Qi General Kazuo stepped in without noticing ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ At this time, he was panicked, but he still had to pretend to be nonchalant and confident. After just a few rounds of attacks, he had already It is roughly judged that the enemy’s strength is at most five or six thousand, and five or six thousand infantry fights tens of thousands of cavalry. This is not a symmetrical war, but the opponent still launches an attack without fear, which only shows that the opponent is sure to stay. Here, what is the opponent's support?

Murong Kun thought of the cavalry that He Lanyan had been wandering outside, but his cavalry had not caught them.

It must be that cavalry. Murong Kun's back was whizzing coolly. Stabilizing the form, the archer who retreats on both wings, responds to the forwards and soldiers, and immediately retreats.

But the consequence of this is that the control of the East Bank was completely transferred to the Zhengdong Army. The logistics from Ningyuan and Jingyuan could no longer be sent to the army. Murongchui could not imagine. There are still as many as 30,000 cavalry and more than 10,000 infantry under the city. Once the lost support is lost, it will be a fate. People can still go hungry, what about horses? As long as they are hungry for a day, these horses will lose their combat effectiveness. (To be continued...)

Chapter six hundred and sixty eight: The wind and snow keeps the sky and the blade is cold (20)

Chapter six hundred and sixty eight: The wind and snow keeps the sky and the blade is cold (20)