The night color has deepened, in the quiet valley, lush and verdant, not a wisp of smoke, as if everything had stopped breathing, sleeping soundly.
The Suzukawa River flows quietly in the distance, under the moonlight, the water ripples and sparkles, like a dream.
The vanguard of ten thousand cavalrymen gradually approached the valley, still not a sound could be heard. The cry of pheasants came from the forest, sending shivers down people's spines.
"Silence."
The emperor ordered, with a clear and handsome face, heroic spirit soaring.
All the generals and soldiers had made preparations beforehand. The four hooves of their mounts were all wrapped in cloth, advancing quietly into the valley.
Chen 'Lu' slightly furrowed her brow, urged the horse forward, and rode alongside Yuan Qi, saying in a low voice: "Your Majesty still insists on launching a surprise attack?"
The emperor nodded and said: "The night raid is important for its unexpectedness, if the other side has made preparations, it will definitely end in failure."
Morning 'dew' knew he had made up his mind and no longer persuaded, but only stared at the soldiers in front of him, silently sighing in his heart.
The examples of successful night attacks in military books are all due to the enemy's lack of defense, leading to their defeat. However, this only applies relatively to ordinary armies.
The seemingly lax camp of Hu Luojiao was actually the most stringent, and even if someone raided the camp in the middle of the night, they would gather in the shortest time possible and defeat the invaders.
So, a night raid is feasible, but it would instead 'provoke' their ferocity.
If it were up to oneself to lead...
She shook her head and waved away such absurd thoughts, focusing on the movements ahead.
The warriors have entered the valley, and before them those yurt-like tents stand silently in the dark night.
Enemies meet, eyes turn red, old soldiers recall the fallen comrades of the previous battle, the blade in their hands shines with a snowy light. The killing intent rises to the sky. Newcomers from the capital also clench their fists and rub their palms, eager to try out their skills.
At the sound of the order, they charged into the enemy camp like bloodthirsty beasts, trampling everything in their path.
Slaughter and wailing became the strongest sound in this night.
"Our army is as powerful as a bamboo being split, it's truly a joyous and congratulatory occasion!"
Several young 'attendants' beside the emperor said with great enthusiasm.
I'm afraid it's unlikely...
Morning 'dew' cold eyes stared. The Tartars on the scene, rushed out of their tents, although they were caught off guard, but still calm and composed, only jumping onto horseback, rushing towards Liangchuan.
The chase and being chased ended in just a few moments.
A long bugle call sounded on the waterfront. At first, it was quiet, but as scattered soldiers gathered in one place, they burst into a fierce and wild melody.
Among the tall grasses by the water's edge, countless figures rose up, shouting in their mouths. Their hands were full of curved knives that shone with a cold light, dyeing half of the night sky silver white.
This momentum will envelop heaven and earth. A different kind of fierce and heroic killing intent, covering the sky and blocking the sun.
The soldiers of the Heavenly Dynasty were in an uproar, none of them had expected that the Tartars would have laid down heavy troops by the water!
"Who is General ***?!"
The emperor's gaze was as solid as substance, his voice clear and low, suddenly turning back to look at the crowd of generals behind him, all of whom could not withstand his thunderous anger.
The King of Xiang was calm and composed at this time: "Your Majesty is wise, we were discussing matters in the imperial tent, not a single person left!"
Morning 'dew' wiped his face with his sleeve, covering a 'cold' smile ---- Tonight, he was indeed innocent and flawless!
He has always been cunning like a fox, how could he be completely unguarded when he personally took the risk this time?
The Mongolian war horses, by the riverside of Liangchuan, regained their composure, with a murderous aura visible in everyone's eyes, like Asura from hell.
The earth is trembling and groaning, the Tartar warriors are laughing coarsely, shouting out unintelligible taunts from their mouths as they prepare to cross the river.
The heavenly army was furious from top to bottom, and after adjusting their formation, they chased after them without hesitation.
The sound of clashing blades echoed through the dark night, the tent was set on fire and burned for half a day with a fierce red glow.
Human heads were flying like raindrops, the Tatar riders thought of their wives and children at home, their hearts fell like arrows, and they sang a low and mournful song:
The death of Wu Qi has caused me to lose Mount Tianmen, and now my six domestic animals cannot rest.
Lost in Yanzhi Mountain
Made me marry 'wife' without face 'color'.
The song's voice is vast and distant, loud and clear, containing countless pains.
They were born in nomadism, but this time they don't want to live with the grass anymore. Liangchuan is their heart's lock, and the northwest is their golden land.
The moonlight shines on the rippling water surface, the moon's color dissolves into the cool river, and the dark current surges beneath. Someone in the cavalry center shouted loudly: "Repel the enemy, we can return home!"
The soldiers cheered loudly, surging forward like molten lava along the shore.
But who knows, who was the first to rob others of their hometown?
Morning, a sneer appeared on the edge of her lips, looking at the figure under the moonlight, she muttered in a very low and venomous tone----
"Be careful!!"
She could no longer bear it, drew her long sword from its scabbard, rode her horse into the vanguard, and with a burst of wind, charged into the enemy's ranks.
Under the night wind, her clothes fluttered and flew, as if she were a heavenly being. In the midst of the vast smoke and dust, countless lives were lost, and with each flash of her white blade, another life was sent to heaven.
In an instant, the vanguard where Hu Luojie was stationed was torn open by her.
She charged forward, and immediately someone stood up to protect the Khan. Her sword claimed a few more lives, but the distance between them could not be shortened by an inch.
Under her boiling blood, there was only one sentence echoing in her ears ---
"Counter-espionage..."
She had a chest full of anger, sheathed her long sword, and let the arrows and stones fly around her without dodging.
She took down the dark iron great bow of the Ak'Kral tribe from her back, skillfully nocked an arrow, drew it to its full length, and aimed far away at the king under the wolf flag.
Time almost stands still at this moment.
She exerted force in her hand, and with a calm release, the arrow flew out, carrying its iron-made sharp tip and the whistling sound of white feathers, flying out like lightning.
The moonlight was all swallowed up by this arrow's radiance.
This is an arrow that exhausts all her beliefs and talents.
The next moment, she felt a sharp pain in her chest, and all her strength was lost in that instant...
Yuan Qi was clearly visible in the rear right, already with eyes wide open and teeth clenched.
Khan's close warrior threw out the long gun in his hand, piercing her back, and blood splashed like a misty fog, sprinkling all over the water's edge.
This powerful and terrible momentum lifted her entire body, several falls down, and was brought into the cool river, the water flowing, several undercurrents rose and fell, and had already taken her downstream.
Yuan Qi only felt a sharp pain in his heart, he didn't think much, tore off the bright yellow armor on his body, and jumped into the water.
On both sides of the formation, a scene of "chaos" and "turmoil", yet both masters are in a precarious situation----
Khulud Bai was still unable to stop that arrow, his right chest was injured, fell under the horse, life and death unknown.
