The wind on the plateau pushes the low-hanging white clouds, which then rush into the distance.
The city walls of Huangzhou have been stained red with blood.
Wave after wave of arrows rained down from the sky like a storm, instantly claiming countless lives as they struck.
But the barbarian army below continued its attack on the city, and had not stopped for two days and one night.
The grass below the city wall had turned completely red, and corpses covered the ground.
When the wind blew, the blood mist that rose up looked like a red snowstorm.
The strong smell of blood had dulled the sense of taste in everyone on the battlefield.
Qian Gai had not slept for a day and a night, and all the soldiers and civilians in Huangzhou had not slept for a day and a night.
Squads of Song soldiers jogged in unison from their barracks toward the city gate.
Each of them wore newly made armor, protecting their entire bodies.
Every piece of armor was exactly the same, as if they were carved from the same mold.
The Propaganda Department within the city is conducting propaganda work. With 500,000 barbarian troops pressing in, the city needs a high-intensity, high-pressure mobilization of morale.
If we can hold out for five days, reinforcements will arrive from Suzhou, Xuanhua Prefecture, or Xiliang.
Huangzhou is the gateway to Shaanxi. If Huangzhou is not breached, Shaanxi will be safe.
Once Huangzhou falls, the barbarians will cross the plateau and plunge straight into the rich Guanzhong Plain.
Xihe Road, Qinfeng Road, and Jingzhao Prefecture will all face the threat of barbarian hordes, and countless people will die in the war.
The consequences of this are something no one can bear.
Qian Gai deeply regretted not listening to Yue Fei and making preparations earlier.
"Long live the Emperor! Long live the Great Song Dynasty!"
A powerful shout came from afar, and countless soldiers and civilians stood in the street, roaring in unison.
On the other side, some military doctors were applying medicine and bandaging wounded soldiers.
The general, clad in armor, led squads of soldiers, ready to fight to the death, as they ran swiftly and climbed the city wall in orderly formation.
The expressions on each of their faces were resolute and solemn.
Once atop the city wall, they engaged in close combat with the enemy.
They moved with agility, drawing their long swords and nimbly thrusting them at the enemy, their shields in their other hands working in perfect coordination, making the kills incredibly smooth.
One by one, barbarian soldiers fell from the city walls, crashing onto the corpses below, twisting and deforming their bodies, piling them up like small mountains.
Bai Buhua was completely blinded by rage. He was determined to take Huangzhou, and no matter how many people died, he had to conquer it today.
This is a matter of life and death. If he gets Huangzhou, he can advance straight into the heart of Shaanxi, the territory of the Song Dynasty.
But the Song army was too powerful; this was Baibuhua's first direct confrontation with the Song army.
The Song army's fighting power far exceeded his expectations; the Song soldiers on the city wall who were wielding knives and hacking people were all exceptionally fierce.
He can now fully understand his elder brother Yubulu's defeat.
The State of Song was very powerful!
No wonder the dog emperor dared to build his fortress on the grasslands, and then lead his men to the grasslands with knives to kill people.
The military strength of the Central Plains dynasties seems to be recovering, with a trend towards returning to the level of the former Tang dynasty.
But so what if they're very strong!
Today, Huangzhou, which the Song state occupied with the efforts of several generations, is still trembling under the siege of my 500,000-strong army!
Let's see how long you guys can hold out!
"Take turns attacking the city, do not stop, or you will be executed!"
Bai Buhua felt that Heaven had been kind to him, giving him this opportunity, and that he was destined to go down in history and become a true hero who would be remembered by all.
After this battle, he felt he would become a legend of the grasslands, famous throughout the world.
Whether it was the Song Dynasty, the Jin Dynasty, the border region of Goryeo, or the Western Regions, they would all know his name and remember his military exploits.
But he didn't know that the army behind him was collapsing, a collapse so rapid that even the gods couldn't stop it, like a tsunami.
Patches of clouds were illuminated by the sunlight, casting flowing shadows across the vast plateau and upon the boundless army.
The bright armor of the Beiwei Army gleamed brilliantly under the highland sun.
Beneath the armor was a red cotton-linen garment, and behind her was a bright red cloak.
Each of the horse-slaying swords gleamed with a chilling luster under the sunlight.
The red iron cavalry, like lava erupting from a volcano, obstructed and submerged everything in its path.
The wind whistled past my ears, and the clanging of swords and axes clashing together mingled with the sounds of fighting and screams.
Blood splattered out, like beautiful flowers, staining the swords and spears red.
The Song army's fighting spirit seemed to set the very air ablaze.
"Report!"
A hurried, panicked voice came from behind, and a messenger rode up at full speed.
"The Song army is attacking! The Song army is attacking!"
He rushed to Baibuhua, so terrified he could barely speak.
"Damn it! You son of a bitch! I told you to go to the back and supervise those Qing Tang tribe people. If you spout any more nonsense, I'll chop you up!"
"The Song army is really attacking! They're attacking from behind! There are so many of them!"
Bai Buhua nearly jumped up from his horse: "What did you say, behind us?"
The other generals and commanders looked at each other in bewilderment.
Bai Buhua quickly spurred his horse around and looked behind him.
He vaguely heard rumbling sounds, but they weren't coming from a siege.
Immediately, he sensed a slight tremor in the ground.
The rumbling sound gradually became clearer, like countless giant iron hammers pounding the earth, as if trying to shatter it.
Bai Buhua's expression changed completely, and the horse beneath him seemed to sense the danger and began to neigh restlessly.
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