The battle of Liaoshui quietly started in the deep sleep of Yanbei, and the battlefield was on the west bank of Liaoshui. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Arrows in the night weave through the reeds, piercing through the improvised leather armor with the subtle sound of breaking through the air, nailing into every beating heart.

"General Zhonglang, the enemy's scouts have touched the Liaoshui and are fighting with our scouts in the reeds on the riverside."

Yanbei fell asleep, because Yanbei believed that his significance in this war would only be revealed in the early morning; But Meng Yi didn't feel the slightest sleep, and sat outside the big tent of the Chinese army in the middle of the night, listening to the secret reports sent back by the scouts again and again, estimating the battle situation.

Meng Yi will lead his tens of thousands of people to appear on the east bank of Liaoshui before tomorrow morning, he will hear the cries of those rebels in the morning, and he will see the head of the traitor Yanbei tomorrow!

If it weren't for the idea of guessing the combat power of the northern part of Yan from the combat power of the scouts, Meng Yi could have ordered the army to press on the Qingban Bridge now, so that this battle would officially start now.

It is precisely because of this caution that Meng Yi was able to be promoted to Zhonglang General in his twenty-year career in the north and south, leading the army alone.

This world is not fair, just like Gongsun Zhan, there are only a few young talents who served as the governor of Youzhou at a young age, and more are like Meng Yi, stepping out of their own way step by step.

Who would have imagined it twenty years ago? A nameless little fat pawn in the Chen team, but now he has his own banner with the Meng character on it.

He was no longer young, his temples were stained with hoarfrost, his arms and knees tingled with the clouds that never went away, and the scars left on his body by his youth always turned to him mercilessly at this age.

Although the muscles under the wrinkled skin and flesh were still grave, Meng Yi knew that these muscles were just like him, they were majestic on the surface, but they were actually powerless.

But he wasn't worried, he hadn't been on the battlefield for many years...... Compared to those martial arts that rushed into battle, the prudence and wisdom of the perennial leader, which were more important to him now, were more important.

Meng Yi squinted his eyes, slowly rubbed his right leg knee and asked, "What are the casualties?" ”

The leader of the scouts held his head high, his young face looked confident in the light of the torches in the night, and said with a little disdain: "General Hui Zhonglang, the enemy scouts are vulnerable to attack under my subordinates, and they are only better than those Hu people, they are not scouts at all, they are just a group of farmers with bows and arrows on their backs. ”

He didn't lie, compared to the standard longbow of the Han army, those rebels carried a light bow that only the Saiwaihu people would use, and eighty paces away could not even penetrate leather armor...... But he didn't give the rebel scouts a chance to engage in close combat.

The purpose of people using bows and crossbows is to let the enemy die on the way to attack, otherwise why use bows and crossbows?

"Put away your proud face, the old man is asking you how many casualties...... Even a group of cowardly farmers can't be defeated without casualties, and that's evidenced! ”

Meng Yi's face was still calm, but he was a little annoyed in his heart for no reason, looking at the leaves and knowing the autumn, even the scout leader despised the enemy so much, it can be seen what kind of thoughts the captains under his command will have to deal with the rebels...... At the beginning of the Yellow Turban Rebellion, how many good sons and daughters died in the Han army because of this pride?

"Uh...... Hui Zhonglang general, our department, our department was wounded more than 300, and 70 were killed. ”

Meng Yi closed his eyes, nodded slightly, and waved his hand to let the scout leader go down.

Seventy more, he silently read in his heart. The longer you have been in the army, the more reluctant you are to meet new people, because those familiar faces who know you will go silently on a night when they should be happy with their families, and in the daytime they will become one of the piles of carts and transported elsewhere.

This was probably the last rebellion in the North. Meng Yi raised his head and looked around, although he could only see the four sides that seemed to be the same banner military tent, but he knew that the place where he looked around was the direction of Luoyang.

After quelling the rebellion, he went home, and the letter from his family a few days ago said that his youngest son had added a grandson to Meng, and when he returned home, he should be called an adult.

Go home!

"General, the scouts north and south of the bluestone bridge have withdrawn."

As his subordinates bowed down, Meng Yi's thoughts were pulled back, and the paper kite, who wanted to be torn off by the wind, suddenly straightened the line, and asked with a little clear grayness: "What, isn't it suitable for building bridges?" ”

The general lowered his head, paused and shook his head and said: "The water is too wide, and the scouts have not found a suitable place for two hours...... This time was enough time for the rebels to spot us and attack. ”

Although they had a slight advantage in the scout war, no one dared to take it lightly. There are no scouts in the Wuhuan army, only the forward and the Chinese army, so there are still a lot of scouts left, but in the main combat force, two-thirds of their more than 10,000 soldiers and horses are newly recruited village warriors, and their combat effectiveness is worrying.

Meng Yi nodded lightly, his gray beard was blown by the evening breeze, and with the confidence and evil spirit of a battlefield veteran, he raised his hand and said with a knife and pestle: "Give the order, prepare to cross the river in an hour!" ”

An elite force can turn the tide of battle, but in contrast, it is often the weakest unit in the army that leads to a terrible rout.

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Yan Bei woke up in the early hours of the morning, sat on the couch and took a deep breath, he knew that this battle had already had its first encounter.

"Someone, armor!"

Yan Bei squinted his eyes and drank a bowl of water, and wore neat armor under the service of his subordinates, and then walked out of the camp tent with his pocket in his arms. The sky was still dark all around, but the camp was filled with torches and braziers, and his armor reflected in the firelight.

The rebel general's armor today is somewhat unworthy of his identity, if it weren't for the rhino leather armor on his arms and delicate red patterns painted with cinnabar, the black iron armor would not have been able to show the majesty of the general.

But Yanbei doesn't care about prestige.

Seeing the general out of the tent, the warriors standing on the side hurriedly surrendered their hands, and a deputy general under Sun Qing's subordinates who was in charge of the scouts said: "General, our scouts fought with the enemy scouts on the west bank of Liaoshui, and suffered more than 500 casualties...... Half an hour ago, the scouts had all rushed east, and now they were hiding on both sides of the Qingban Bridge. ”

"The scouts have withdrawn?" Yan Bei turned his eyebrows, and suddenly grabbed the deputy general and asked, "It's been half an hour, has Lu Yi moved?" ”

This war in my mind has been prepared for too long, for this hard-fought battle, Yanbei led 20,000 soldiers and horses to flow north of the Central Plains for half a year, it is because of this battle has done too many preparations, so that now Yanbei, who has the initiative in the east of Liaoshui, is still a little nervous.

"Captain Lu has already led 3,000 soldiers and horses to the bluestone bridge to resist the enemy."

Nodding heavily, Yan Bei didn't make any more unnecessary moves, clutched the Han sword hanging from his waist, waved his hand and shouted: "Pull the chariot over, give the order to prepare to march!" ”

Being a general is the ultimate dream of men in this era, which is the sense of accomplishment of holding the power of soldiers and horses in the palm of your hand, and killing and seizing. With Yanbei's order, the herald rider turned over and got on the horse, and the shouts spread throughout the entire camp in a moment, and in the blink of an eye, the horses neighed and the voices of people were boiling.

The horse-mounted chariot rolled in the hands of the finest masters, sharp shafts tumbling with a cold light, and suddenly lit torches as if to pierce the last darkness before dawn came.

As far as the eye can see, it will be called a battlefield!

The armored samurai jumped onto the chariot, and then Yanbei boarded the chariot and looked west...... There was no shouting of killing in that direction yet, and Yan Bei swept his eyes under his feet before the chariot soldiers were leaving, and a group of warriors hurriedly walked, everyone just pursed their lips as if the enemy was in front of him.

Who doesn't like those warriors who pretend to be heroic, laughing and drinking before the big war, and ignoring thousands of troops and horses.

But that was not the norm of war, as thousands of troops were involved, and the impact of individual bravery on the outcome of the war was negligible. Human beings have countless kinds of behavior, and war is the most dangerous one, and no matter what their status is in this man-made catastrophe, neither the world's nobles nor ordinary people can escape the cluster of swords and arrows. In this game that belongs to men, there may be pretense of ease, but there is no absolute reassurance.

Only a few people can become experts.

Dressed in armor, he boarded the chariot and stood on the right side of Yanbei, with a ring knife hanging from his waist, an arrow bag on his back, and a big bow in his hand.

While the soldiers and horses were marching, Yan Bei took a deep breath while holding on to the chariot, the air before dawn was always very clear, as if only then could he dispel the cold feeling that the armor brought to people that did not exist, he asked: "Frustrated, why do you have to board the chariot for battle, it is said that this weapon was completely withdrawn from the battlefield decades ago." ”

There are still some things that Yanbei didn't ask, Youzhou is not like Jizhou, and the entire central land is relatively flat. The most abundant in Youzhou are mountains and dense forests, and this kind of bulky chariot is completely incomparable to the role that horses can play.

"General, it is true that the car battle has gradually withdrawn from the battlefield, but it is more conspicuous...... Nearly half of your sergeants are ordinary soldiers who have not yet experienced a real war, and they will only feel at ease when they can see you on the battlefield. ”

He chuckled, and the heavy chariot was larger than riding alone, which could ensure that his subordinates could find out where the general was at the first time in the military formation at any time. Although his face pretended to be relaxed, his heart was not much more relaxed than Yanbei.

This is also the first time he has personally participated in such a large-scale war, how can he be so calm?

The wheels were rolling, the horses' hooves were rumbling, and the three thousand Xiaoya army led by Yanbei was getting closer and closer to the bluestone bridge as the first battlefield, and the light on the horizon was getting brighter and brighter.

Although it was full of haze, Yan Bei knew that he would definitely be able to hold out until the day when the clouds cleared!