Chapter 3301 The war begins!
In the reflection of the last ray of sunset, a dazzling red light shone on the wasteland.
These are the unsheathed swords in the soldiers' hands.
The swords had already been sharpened by past fights, and even emitted a faint smell of blood. At this moment, illuminated by the blood-red light of the setting sun, the bloody smell was even stronger.
All the people, including the horses, were stimulated by the smell of blood and were ready to move.
But, he didn't move.
Although Bayin couldn't wait to draw the long sword from his waist and wanted to rush out immediately, Wulihan kept stopping him: "Wait a moment."
"What are you waiting for?!"
Bayin originally looked down on the way he had to carefully plan everything. People on the grassland have always been straightforward and looked down on the twists and turns of people in the Central Plains. Now, for some reason, this trend has spread to their Yan Kingdom, and everyone from Arslan to his subordinates is like this.
Bayin said dissatisfiedly: "Are you afraid?"
Wulihan gave him a cold look and said, "If I were afraid, I wouldn't have come."
"Then why do you keep stopping me?"
“…”
Wulihan said nothing.
Although he didn't know that Zhu Feng and Chen Zixiao in Yan Country had already agreed to set the time of war at sunset, he and Arslan had the same plan, but their thoughts were different.
For them, this battle is also a tough one.
There was no place to hide or cover in this wasteland. Except for Arslan who divided the people of the Eastern Chaga tribe into two groups and sent them to the left and right wings as a backup, all other tactics had no room to be used in this place. For the soldiers, there was only the charge.
So, after the first few waves of cavalry attacks, what remains is close combat.
This kind of warfare is extremely cruel.
In this kind of warfare, people just kill and are killed. In the end, they are almost fighting to the death by stepping on the corpses of their opponents and their own people. They may even lose their rationality. At that time, the perseverance of people's hearts will be greatly tested.
Watching the people around me fall one by one, it becomes a question whether I can fight again.
Therefore, from the very beginning, Arslan had planned to time the war after sunset. In that almost barbaric environment, killing was the only way to survive.
But there is no way to explain this to someone like Bayin.
Seeing that he was becoming more and more anxious, as if he was about to rush out at any time, Ulihan looked up at the sky. Except for the last bit of light from the setting sun hanging on the ground in the distance, the whole sky was almost completely dark. Only the last ray of sunset divided the sky into two halves, like two doors about to close, each covering the wasteland. The two teams were already lined up, waiting to charge at any time.
The wind was howling and the strong horses were neighing.
The same low roar seemed to be coming from the thick clouds, echoing in the silent world.
The sun sets deeper and deeper.
Chen Zixiao was almost holding his breath. He looked at the dark mass of enemy troops in front of him, then slowly raised his head to look at the sky above his head, which was as dark and heavy as the enemy troops. The whistling wind and the neighing of the strong war horses under the cavalry mixed together, resounding through the sky, like rolling thunder, shocking people's hearts.
Only a little bit of the sun was left hanging on the horizon. All the soldiers of Yan State almost held their breath when they saw this moment.
Under the gaze of hundreds of thousands of people, the sun seemed to have broken its last thread and finally fell heavily into the ground.
At this moment, everything in front of everyone's eyes seemed to darken.
Immediately, they heard a dragon's roar, and a cold light flashed, illuminating everyone's eyes. Just as everyone was dazzled by the interweaving of ice and fire, Chen Zixiao, holding a long spear, let out a deafening roar: "Charge!"
Suddenly, the troops who had been silent for a long time were ignited.
All the soldiers were excited at this moment. They waved their swords and rushed out roaring.
At the same time, Bayin and his soldiers were already impatiently rushing out of the camp. Wu Li rarely saw such a scene, so he naturally stopped trying to stop them. He waved the huge scimitar in his hand and shouted to the soldiers behind him: "Charge!"
Suddenly, the cavalry from both camps rushed out at the same time, and the sound of their horses' hooves made the ground shake. At the moment when the last ray of light between heaven and earth disappeared, it was as if dark clouds carrying tremendous thunder collided with each other, making a shocking roar.
Chen Zixiao rushed to the front.
He held the reins in one hand and raised the long spear in the other. The moment he rushed into the enemy camp, he suddenly tightened the reins. The warhorse he was sitting on immediately neighed and stood up. Its strong front hooves kicked a cavalryman from the Dian Kingdom who was rushing towards him off the horse. At the same time, the long spear in his hand swept across, and the cavalrymen rushing over from the surroundings fell off their horses. They were trampled under the horses' hooves by the cavalrymen who followed closely, and they screamed in pain.
Bayin on the opposite side saw this, roared, and rushed over with a scimitar in hand.
The troops on both sides immediately engaged in a melee.
At the same time, on the altar in the distance, as the last ray of sunset disappeared, the entire earth suddenly fell into darkness, and the wind became more fierce than before, blowing the old uncle with long hair standing at the top of the three-story altar so hard that he almost couldn't stand steadily.
He held the incense table with one hand and kept coughing.
Seeing him like this, Nan Yan's already solemn expression became even more worried.
Although Wen Wu Yu had been pulled away, the words he had just said had obviously pierced the old uncle's heart. Nan Yan was even certain that Wen Wu Yu must have seen the old uncle killing people before he went crazy.
Before he was taken away from Yumen Pass by them, he had never left Yumen Pass, so the old uncle really had been to Yumen Pass and killed a woman here.
At Yumen Pass, killing a woman...
As soon as this thought popped up in her mind, Nan Yan felt a chill. Seeing that he was coughing more and more violently, his whole face turned red, and his tall body was obviously showing some fatigue that could not support him, she subconsciously walked towards the altar.
"uncle……"
Just then, He Yi stopped her.
Nan Yan frowned and looked at him: "What are you doing?"
He Yi also glanced back, then said, "Your Majesty, the King's uncle is about to begin praying for rain. No one can come up on the stage at this time, otherwise—Your Majesty wouldn't want all the hard work done to go to waste."
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