The darkness before dawn is thickest.
In the wilderness outside Wu Zhou City, the cold was biting.
The smell of dirt mixed with the lingering gunpowder smoke was so oppressive that it made people breathless.
The continuous Tartar camps were like dark shadows, like a dormant wounded beast, breathing heavily and on high alert.
The dead lights on the watchtower flickered, illuminating the tense faces of the sentries.
Occasionally, the restless neighing of war horses and the sound of weapons colliding could be heard from the camp, indicating that the previous disastrous defeat at Zangma Slope had not completely caused them to lose their fighting spirit.
Zhao Muyun reined in his horse and stood on a slightly higher earthen slope. His black armor was frost-stained, and his eyes were scanning the enemy camp like an eagle.
Behind him was a sea of allied soldiers standing solemnly.
Swords and spears were like a forest, and the white mist formed by their breathing merged into one. There was complete silence, with only the battle flags fluttering in the cold wind.
This is a force that has been suppressed to the extreme and is about to explode.
He did not make any passionate speech, but just slowly raised his right hand and swung it down suddenly!
"Boom! Boom! Boom!"
The low sound of war drums like thunder suddenly exploded, one after another, hitting heavily on everyone's heart, breaking the dead silence of dawn.
"Modao Battalion! Forward!"
Xi Sheng's roar was like a tiger's roar, drowning out the sound of the drums.
Five hundred warriors, clad in heavy armor and standing like iron towers, roared at the same time: "Ha!"
It was as if a steel forest suddenly came alive, taking uniform and heavy steps, "Boom! Boom! Boom!" and began to advance forward.
The ground trembled slightly under their feet, and the cold long blade of the Mo Dao pointed diagonally forward, reflecting a chilling glow in the dim morning light.
The Tatar camp was in an uproar!
The horns sounded shrilly, and arrows poured out from behind the fences and arrow towers like a torrential rain, falling with a scream of death.
“Seize, seize, seize…”
Most of the arrows hit the heavy plate armor of the Modao Battalion, bounced off or broke weakly, and only a few passed through the gaps, bringing groans and sounds of people falling to the ground.
But the formation was not in disarray at all, and continued to advance silently and firmly.
"Shenjiying!" Liu Yi's voice was calm, almost cold, and said, "Target: enemy fences and frontline arrow towers! Three rounds of throwing!"
“Boom boom boom!”
The sound of a trumpet-shaped thunder bomb exploding is far more heart-pounding than the vibration of a compound bowstring.
White smoke rose in sheets, and the pungent smell of saltpeter filled the air.
The exploded iron sheets shot towards the surrounding Tatars like flowers scattered from the sky.
Although the accuracy was poor, the coverage was sufficient to make it difficult for the Tatar archers to show their heads and shoot accurately.
Several louder bangs were heard, and large thunder bombs exploded near the fence.
There was a flash of fire, wood chips and flesh flew everywhere, and the screams were instantly drowned out by the louder explosion.
"Cavalry Battalion, patrol the two wings and look for opportunities to fight!"
Zhao Muyun's voice was clearly conveyed through flags and messengers.
Wu Shangzhi and Guo Luo each led a thousand elite cavalry, spreading out on both wings of the battlefield like ghosts.
The horse hooves were wrapped in thick cloth, and there was only a low rumbling sound when they moved, like dark clouds approaching, which put huge psychological pressure on the Di army's flanks.
The battle quickly entered a brutal phase of attrition.
Bater was also a veteran of the battlefield. He knew that life and death depended on this move, so he drove his subordinates to fight to the death relying on trenches and chevaux de frise.
The rockets fired by the Tatars also set the grass on fire, and the short spears thrown by them occasionally penetrated the defenses of the Modao camp.
Every step forward for the coalition forces came at the cost of blood.
Heavy-armored soldiers were constantly shot and fell, or knocked over by the desperate Tatar cavalry, but the gaps were immediately filled by the back row, and the big flag with the word "Xi" was always moving forward slowly but unstoppably.
"Master! Let my Hedong men come! Tear them apart from the front!"
Yinji's eyes turned red and he couldn't help but ask for a fight.
The soldiers of the Prince of Jin's army behind him were also ready to fight.
Zhao Muyun's eyes were fixed on the battlefield. He shook his head and said in a steady voice:
"Wait a moment! Bater's central cavalry hasn't moved yet! He's waiting for us to get impatient! Tell Xi Sheng to switch to the 'Sharp Arrow Formation' and concentrate all our forces to break open the southeast corner for me!"
The command flag was waving.
The formation of the Modao Battalion began to change. The front row soldiers put their giant blades together, and those in the back gathered closely together, forming a large steel arrow in an instant.
With Xi Sheng as the spearhead, they accelerated suddenly and slammed into the southeast corner where the Tartar defense was relatively weak!
"Boom! Snap!"
The huge crashing sound makes my teeth ache!
Under the terrifying impact and the hacking of the Mo Dao, the wooden fence groaned under the weight, shattered and collapsed!
The Tartar behind was chopped in half, shield and all, with intestines and brains spilling all over the ground!
"The gap has opened!"
The lookout roared at the top of his lungs.
"Wu Shangzhi! Left wing cavalry! Now! Charge in!"
Zhao Muyun was waiting for this moment and gave the order in a stern voice.
"Brothers! Follow me to kill the enemy and make merit!"
Wu Shangzhi's blood was boiling already, he pointed his embroidered spring sword forward and took the lead!
The thousand cavalry on the left wing were like a raging wave bursting through a dam, shouting and shaking the earth, and rushing in through the bloody gap.
The iron hooves crushed all obstacles, the sharp sword was swung, blood splattered everywhere, and the gap was torn wider in an instant.
The Tartars in the camp suddenly fell into chaos!
The formation was broken up and the command failed.
"Guo Luo! Cavalry on the right wing, make a detour to encircle their rear camp and burn their food supplies! Han Zhong, Lin Feng, Pei Lun, Yin Ji! Move forward with all your troops! Destroy the Tatar camp in one fell swoop!" Zhao Muyun's orders were fired out like a string of arrows.
The battle situation suddenly turned!
Pei Lun and Yin Ji were already shocked when they saw that Zhao Muyun had torn through the defense line of the 30,000-strong Tartar army with only 3,000 soldiers and horses, and even launched a dimensionality reduction attack.
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