Han Guanghe was six years old, and Changyue was thirteen.

Han and Xian fought at Niusheye, south of Xi'anyang, and the two sides opened their positions, throwing a total of 160,000 troops.

This battle, regardless of the outcome of the victory, will surely go down in history.

After learning that the commander of the Han army, Yi Zuo Lu Bu, the king of Xianbei, Budugen, personally brought the army to come. For this young pilot who repeatedly ruined his big things, and even almost took his life, Bu Dugen was somewhat jealous in his heart.

The distance from Xi'anyang to Niu Sheye is not too far, half an hour's journey.

Budugen's plan was to take advantage of the fatigue of the Han army from afar and the unstable foundation, so he went up directly to beat him in a hurry and was caught off guard, but when the Budugen army arrived in Niu Sheye, they were greeted by 40,000 Han soldiers and soldiers who were waiting for the day, and the banner of the Han army fluttering in the wind.

Seeing this, Budugen waved his big hand, and on the plain two miles away, he steadily lined up more than 100,000 troops in turn.

The Han army in front of the formation was angular and magnificent, and after seeing it from afar, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: In the end, it is the commander of Lu Bu, and this platoon of troops alone is far from being comparable to Zhang Yi's mediocrity.

"The king doesn't have to worry, the tricks of the Han army have been completely seen through by the old decay." Fu Tuhe was half-leaning back, lying on the wooden pole, and was carried forward by four strong men, his thin face was covered with wind and frost, and he was already in his last years.

Since the day before yesterday, when the Han people issued a war book, Fu Tuhe sat in front of the military topographic map without sleep and stayed up for two nights. Fortunately, God opened his eyes, and finally last night, he figured out the key to why the Han people wanted to make an appointment for a decisive battle here.

"Elder, you are not in good health, you should rest well, there is this king sitting here, and none of the Han people can run." Budugen's face was full of concern, and the former Xianbei wise man was now suffering from wind paralysis, which was not a good thing for him.

In the battle of the Nale River, the reason why Budugen was able to inflict heavy losses on Fu Mi was almost entirely because of this old man's exquisite layout and strange use of troops.

The Xianbei people are a people on horseback, swords and bows and arrows are everything, fierce and warlike, but few resourceful.

The old man who had followed the first king Shan Yu to conquer most of the country shook his head, and after coughing violently a few times, he gasped and muttered word by word: "This may be the last time the old man will come to the battlefield in person, I must see the defeat of the Han army with my own eyes, otherwise, cough cough...... Even if you die, you can't turn a blind eye. ”

After speaking, the old man slowly moved his gaze to the mountain on the right, and a faint smile welled up on his vicissitudes of life, and he said to himself: "You are a descendant, you are indeed amazing, you are so careful at a young age, and when you come to my age, you will not become a demon?" But if you want to hit me by surprise, then the old man will simply push the boat down the river and lure your little snake out of the hole. ”

The Xianbei generals lined up on the left and right of Budugen in turn, and after seeing the formation of the Han army, many generals scoffed at this. Among them, Zuo Qianhu put down his words in public, and said in a loud voice: "The Han people just like to put these empty shelves with bells and whistles, which look decent, but in fact they are thinner than paper paste, give me 3,000 rides, and promise to rush him back and forth." ”

Since the Han army was able to seize the opportunity, it must have made sufficient preparations.

Bu Dugen thought about it for a while, and sent a famous henchman to the front of the battle, and shouted loudly: "Commander of the Han army, our king has something to talk to you." ”

Xianbei people don't know now that the commander of the Han army has actually 'changed the prince with a tanuki'.

Gao Shun, who was temporarily in charge, replied particularly decisively, I have nothing to talk about with you Xianbei thief, if you want to attack, just come, I will take it.

Hearing this reply, the Xianbei generals suddenly became angry. Han and Xian have been fighting for so many years, which time did you Han people flee in defeat, and now you dare to be so arrogant in front of us, who gave you courage.

A bearded general with a tiger's back turned over and dismounted, knelt down in front of Bu Dugen, and clenched his fists and pleaded: "King, since the surrender of Pimple Li, he has not made an inch, and he is willing to be the vanguard in this battle and cut off the heads of the Han people." ”

He was originally a fierce general under Fu Mi, but after being captured, he surrendered because he was grateful for the courage of Budugen's mind. Although he had never fought with the Han people in the south, he heard from other generals that the Han people were cowardly and were no match for their prairie boys, so they also wanted to take this opportunity to show their faces and gain a reputation.

On the mountain ridge on the right side of the confrontation between the Han and Xian armies, two figures were also quietly and closely watching the military situation below.

"General, look at it, look at it...... In the end, it is a big tree, Xianbei people heard that you are in charge, how many soldiers and horses have been dispatched, a large area of black and black, and you can't see the end. ”

"When Zhang Yi was handsome in Yuweipo, the number of Xianbei dispatched was not even half of that here."

"Don't talk about fighting, I saw so many people, my feet were so weak."

Wrapped in a thick jacket, Xi Ce squatted on the ground and chattered, his hands in the narrow cuffs, and with his uncaring chicken nest head, he was simply a down-and-out beggar.

Whenever a gust of mountain wind blew, his whole body would shake up a few times, like a wild dog peeing.

(The rest will be made up tomorrow, it's too late, routinely make up the number of words...... ）

Han Guanghe was six years old, and Changyue was thirteen.

Han and Xian fought at Niusheye, south of Xi'anyang, and the two sides opened their positions, throwing a total of 160,000 troops.

This battle, regardless of the outcome of the victory, will surely go down in history.

After learning that the commander of the Han army, Yi Zuo Lu Bu, the king of Xianbei, Budugen, personally brought the army to come. For this young pilot who repeatedly ruined his big things, and even almost took his life, Bu Dugen was somewhat jealous in his heart.

The distance from Xi'anyang to Niu Sheye is not too far, half an hour's journey.

Budugen's plan was to take advantage of the fatigue of the Han army from afar and the unstable foundation, so he went up directly to beat him in a hurry and was caught off guard, but when the Budugen army arrived in Niu Sheye, they were greeted by 40,000 Han soldiers and soldiers who were waiting for the day, and the banner of the Han army fluttering in the wind.

Seeing this, Budugen waved his big hand, and on the plain two miles away, he steadily lined up more than 100,000 troops in turn.

The Han army in front of the formation was angular and magnificent, and after seeing it from afar, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart: In the end, it is the commander of Lu Bu, and this platoon of troops alone is far from being comparable to Zhang Yi's mediocrity.

"The king doesn't have to worry, the tricks of the Han army have been completely seen through by the old decay." Fu Tuhe was half-leaning back, lying on the wooden pole, and was carried forward by four strong men, his thin face was covered with wind and frost, and he was already in his last years.

Since the day before yesterday, when the Han people issued a war book, Fu Tuhe sat in front of the military topographic map without sleep and stayed up for two nights. Fortunately, God opened his eyes, and finally last night, he figured out the key to why the Han people wanted to make an appointment for a decisive battle here.

"Elder, you are not in good health, you should rest well, there is this king sitting here, and none of the Han people can run." Budugen's face was full of concern, and the former Xianbei wise man was now suffering from wind paralysis, which was not a good thing for him.