Zhuge Yue raised his eyebrows and lightly kicked the horse's belly, causing the cavalry to make way for him like a tide. The armor was as black as ink, the earth was covered with gold, and the man in green fur was as handsome as a god on Mount Tianshan. Behind him stood a huge snow-capped peak, towering and undulating, stretching like the sea. The wind blew from afar, blowing up the hair at his temples. His eyes were deep and silent, his lips were red, and he looked evil, charming and noble, like a wolf king on the snowy plain.
He rode his horse forward, looked intently, and frowned slightly.
The battle had just begun. What could have happened to make the usually tough and arrogant Quanrong people so panicked?
"King! A large number of Yanbei cavalry have been spotted on the west side of Sunset Sun, and they are approaching at a rapid speed."
The horses' hooves crushed the snow on the ground. The scouts ran over, knelt on the cold ground, and reported loudly.
Zhuge Yue frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and said in a deep voice: "How many troops did the other party bring, and who led them?"
“I don’t know yet.”
"Let's explore again."
"yes."
With the rumbling of horse hooves, two scouts galloped away with the Qinghai seal. The crimson sun hung in the west, the earth was blood red, the fighting was deafening, and after eight days of siege and hunt, today was finally the final battle.
Someone from Yanbei? Who is it? Shang Shen’s battle was over so quickly?
Zhuge Yue turned back to the tent, spread out the map and made careful calculations. It was already evening and the light in the tent was dim. He sat in front of the table, with two candles burning quietly, and the sparks were as small as beans, flickering.
This time, the Quanrong people entered the pass, burning, killing and looting along the way. Fortunately, Yan Xun reacted quickly enough and evacuated the people of Yanbei in time, clearing the land and preparing for the enemy. However, the people in the Meilin Pass area were not spared and suffered many casualties. The three places of Wuting, Guiyu and Dangrong were brutally massacred and even newborn babies died at the hands of the enemy. A spy who went deep behind enemy lines reported that there was no sign of human habitation in the twenty-eight cities near Meilin Pass. All the people in Jiaxi City, regardless of gender, age or status, were hanged by the Quanrong people in a mangrove forest twenty miles outside the city and were collectively hanged to death.
When they heard this, all the generals who were sending troops from Qinghai were present. Even these battle-hardened warriors turned pale and could not utter a word for a long time. Finally, Du Ping'an, who had been training with Zhuge Yue, cried out in horror: "Those people, are they still human?"
Of course it was a human, and he would soon appear in front of them alive, brandishing a sword.
Zhuge Yue couldn't help but think of what Chu Qiao said when they left Qinghai. She said that this was not an ordinary battle, not a fight between the Quanrong people outside the Great Wall and Yan Xun in northern Yan, but an impact of one culture on another, a bloody massacre launched by barbarism against civilization. In this war, no one will benefit from it, and no one can sit back and do nothing. Once the Quanrong people gained the upper hand, even if they could eventually obtain some land and benefits after Yanbei weakened, they would have to pay a price ten or a hundred times higher for it.
At this moment, he suddenly understood those words deeply.
When disaster strikes, any internal strife will be tantamount to destroying one's own Great Wall. Faced with the ferocious Quanrong cavalry and their brutal combat methods, no one can remain immune and no one can sit back and reap the benefits.
The Beishuo defense battle achieved an unexpected victory, and the artillery invented by Chu Qiao when defending Chidu played a huge role.
After half a month of continuous fighting, the Quanrong people suffered heavy casualties. Finally, the Heishui tribe was the first to be defeated. The leader of the Heishui tribe, Xiao Dahan, fled with his troops, exposing the left wing of the Quanrong to the offensive of the coalition forces. Chu Qiao seized the opportunity, destroyed their flank defenses, pierced the entire left side of the defense line, separated it from the central army, and completely paralyzed it, and then took advantage of the situation to attack. After half a month, the Quanrong people were finally defeated. The remaining 700,000 troops fled in panic under the leadership of various tribes as if they had been infected with the plague.
Chu Qiao immediately gave orders, and the coalition forces were divided into seven groups: Qinghai, Bian Tang, Beidi Zhao Che, Beidi Zhao Yang, Huai Song, Dayan and the local garrison in northern Yan, and followed closely behind to hunt down the defeated Quanrong army.
The battle zone that Zhuge Yue was in charge of was the Sunset Mountains, which was also one of the focal points of the Yanbei Plateau.
"Report..." The scouts turned back quickly, jumped off the horse, holding something in his hand, and said loudly, "Your Majesty, the battle in Shangshen's area is not over yet. The Yan army only sent 3,000 cavalry this time, and the leader is the Emperor of Great Yan."
“Yan Xun?” Zhuge Yue raised his eyebrows and looked down. The scout was holding Yan Xun’s golden arrow.
He looked at the arrow calmly, frowned slightly, and remained silent.
"Immediately tell General Yueqi to send two more cavalry teams to attack the main tent of the Quanrong people. No matter what, we must find out the identity of the leader of the Quanrong army this time."
"yes!"
The sky gradually darkened, it was already late at night, the moon rose and gradually set. Zhuge Yue sat in the tent without resting for the entire night. Before dawn, Yue Qi's battle report finally arrived, and it was almost 80% certain that the one in charge of the Quanrong central camp this time was none other than the current Quanrong Khan.
Zhuge Yue raised the corner of his mouth and smiled faintly. It turned out that the Wolf King was here. No wonder Yan Xun wanted to take action personally and come with his elite troops.
“Prepare your armor!” Zhuge Yue stood up, and immediately his personal guards prepared his armor and battle robes for him.
The King of Qinghai was wearing a dark green armor, an iron-gray cloak, holding a sword in his hand, and riding a war horse. The sound of a military bugle suddenly rang out, and Ping An ran out of his tent, excitedly grabbing his horse's reins and shouting, "Your Highness, you must not be stupid. My sister specifically told you not to charge into battle!"
Zhuge Yue looked at him helplessly, and waved his hands to his left and right. Then someone came up and carried him to the big tent.
"Your Highness, you are so untrustworthy! What you said doesn't count! My sister will scold me to death!" Ping'an's cry was so shrill that even the soldiers fighting on the battlefield were stunned.
Zhuge Yue turned his head quietly to look at the battlefield ahead which was covered in red light, and said in a deep voice, “Let’s go.”
The army roared past, and thousands of soldiers and horses galloped in unison.
At this moment, not far away, someone came to Yan Xun's side and whispered, "Your Majesty, the King of Qinghai has come with his troops."
"Really?" Yan Xun responded calmly, then raised his eyebrows. For some reason, he looked a bit like a handsome and youthful boy. He said in a firm tone: "We must capture the Quanrong Khan before the Qinghai Army."
"I obey your command!"
The army marched out quickly, the sound of their hooves was like thunder, and clouds of dust were raised.
I love you and I will always love you.
"Is the person coming from the front the King of Qinghai?"
Ah Jing galloped on his horse and asked loudly, but he could not hear any response from the other side. The army formation of the Quanrong people looked like a fruit cut in half. A man in dark green armor was swinging his sword and slashing fiercely. The man's face could not be seen clearly because of the distance. He had superb swordsmanship and martial arts skills. He was like an unstoppable force with his sword. He attacked and killed the army of the Quanrong people, breaking it into pieces.
“Your Majesty, the troops coming from the opposite direction may be those of Qinghai King Zhuge Yue.”
Yan Xun raised his eyebrows slightly, looking at this old rival who had been against him all his life, and couldn't help but feel some of the youthful heroism that had disappeared for a long time. He laughed loudly, rode up, and said loudly: "Then go and meet him."
The battlefield was already in chaos at this time. The Quanrong people were forced into a desperate situation and fought like crazy, without any order. The generals of Qinghai and Dayan watched their commander rush forward like an arrow, and they were so frightened that they almost jumped off their horses.
This, this, this, what is going on?
The emperor has never been like this before! He was so careless about his own safety, so careless about the overall situation, so reckless and reckless, so...
These people could no longer think of any other words and could only follow desperately, but they still could not catch up with the invincible figure in front.
The two men were both highly skilled in martial arts, and were both arrogant and self-centered. They both thought they were invincible. They have been enemies all their lives, so how could they be defeated by their old rival now?
Blood and corpses covered the ground, dyeing the vast snowfield red. Zhuge Yue and Yan Xun charged at each other, galloping all the way like two devils from hell, leaving a mess wherever they went. No one could stand up to them. The Quanrong people were frightened by them. At the beginning, they wanted to surround and kill these two ignorant guys who were obviously high-ranking officials. But gradually, the situation developed that the two of them were chasing from behind while thousands of people were running away in the front.
Time passed little by little, and the subsequent armies surrounded them one after another. The Quanrong people were defeated and fled north in panic. When Zhuge Yue and Yan Xun saw this, they immediately rode forward and led their troops to fight, neither of them willing to miss the opportunity to capture the Quanrong Khan.
They killed from late night to dawn, from dawn to dusk, and from dusk to late night. The earth was like a ferocious beast, and the horses' hooves made a rumbling sound when they stepped on it. Everyone was blood-thirsty and, led by the two men who looked as majestic as gods, they relentlessly pursued the defeated Quanrong people.
The vast snowfield was a silvery white. The Quanrong people were finally trapped on a narrow hill. There were less than twenty cavalrymen from Dayan still around. The rest followed Zhuge Yue's troops to besiege the hill. Yan Xun fought all night and was wounded in many places on his arms and thighs. He was bleeding profusely and had to leave the field to rest.
Zhuge Yue wasn’t much better, but he was always stubborn and willful, and refused to heal his wounds. He just sat on the horse and panted.
After a while, the sound of horse hooves came from behind, and Yan Xun's cold face came into view.
Zhuge Yue sized him up with his eyes slanted, and for some reason, he suddenly untied the wine bag from his waist and handed it over.
Yan Xun frowned slightly, and did not take the wine. He just looked at him indifferently without saying a word.
Zhuge Yue sneered, "Why, are you afraid that I will poison you to death?"
Yan Xun nodded honestly, "Yes."
"snort."
Zhuge Yue snorted coldly, took back the wine bag and was about to open the cork, but Yan Xun had longer arms, so he reached out and snatched the wine bag away, opened the cork, raised his head and took a sip. After drinking it, he wiped his mouth and said sarcastically, "Qinghai is indeed a poor and remote place, and the wine produced here is extremely unpalatable."
Zhuge Yue immediately retorted, “Do you know how to taste wine? I guess in your mind, the best wine is Yanbei Shaodaozi.”
So, with this as the beginning, the two most powerful men in the world today, like two children, stood in the dark and argued with each other.
The two looked at each other and felt that the more they looked at each other, the more they felt that there was nothing about the other person's appearance from head to toe that made them feel comfortable.