I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

The figures of knights shuttled back and forth in the city. The tense atmosphere before the war was like an invisible giant net, silently enveloping everyone's heart, making people feel suffocated.

Seeing that the army was about to embark on the journey, Xue Jinghan brought a bottle of fine wine brought from Qingzhou to serve his four friends.

Inside the tent, Fang Yi sat in the middle, with two handsome men in white clothes and two burly tough guys sitting on both sides - Chang Zhen and Lu Qi.

In front of his colleagues, Xue Jinghan seemed particularly relaxed. He no longer acted like the young master of the Xue family, nor did he deliberately play the role of a bohemian.

He rolled up his sleeves and poured wine for everyone himself, talking as he poured.

"This battle is of great importance. We, the descendants of aristocratic families, do not want to cause trouble. Today, we come here to cheer you up and wish you all a successful start and outstanding achievements! Cheers!"

"cheers!"

Everyone was filled with passion and drank it all in one gulp.

After some greetings, Xue Jinghan turned his head and asked Bai Yujing beside him.

"Brother Bai, in your opinion, what are our chances of winning this decisive battle?"

Xue Jinghan always had a curiosity about this man who was also dressed in white. He knew at first glance that he loved cleanliness, but he never expected that he would join the battlefield and join a group of rough warriors.

Although he was happy to become close friends with them, it was undoubtedly unimaginable for the eldest young master of the Xue family to be placed in the army and train in the camp day after day.

"In my opinion, the odds of winning are fifty-fifty for both sides."

Bai Yujing drank another glass and continued.

“From the perspective of military strength alone, the Jurchens have 150,000 soldiers and our army has 200,000 soldiers, so we have a slight advantage in numbers.

Shangguan Yu's formation was conventional but impeccable.

The Jurchens are skilled in horsemanship and archery, so their combat effectiveness may be slightly better. In addition, they have won a great victory recently, so their morale is high. At present, the outcome is hard to predict."

Xue Jinghan pondered and nodded, agreeing with Bai Yujing's point of view, and then turned to Fang Yi.

"If nothing unexpected happens, Yujing's analysis is not unreasonable, but even if we win, the price will be heavy." Fang Yi said.

"Accident? What kind of accident could there be in a head-on confrontation on such a flat land? It's nothing more than a contest of strength and morale." Xue Jinghan was a little confused.

Fang Yi's eyes suddenly hesitated, and his fingers unconsciously stroked the edge of the wine glass.

"Recently, a few soldiers who survived the ambush have returned to Jiayuguan. I asked them about the details of the encounter. They claimed that the one who ambushed them must be the main force of the Jurchens, about 70,000 to 80,000 cavalry.

The problem is, including the 20,000 to 30,000 people who besieged Yunzhou, the Jurchens sent a total of more than 100,000 people.

The decisive battle has not started yet, it's just an ambush, how could all the cavalry be mobilized?

Do they not want their own base camp? Or do they actually have more than 150,000 soldiers?"

After saying this, Fang Yi glanced at everyone inquiringly, as if asking whether his guess was reasonable.

Everyone was stunned, even Bai Yujing frowned.

If it were him, he would never give his all in the first battle.

This means that the Jurchens are very likely hiding a secret. Are the additional troops 20,000, 50,000, or 100,000 each?

Is it enough to change the situation?

This is not a simple numbers game, but a matter of life and death for tens of millions of people.

"Should we report this matter?"

Bai Yujing suggested.

Fang Yi shook his head, indicating that it was not necessary.

Xue Jinghan responded with a wry smile.

"This is just our speculation, lacking any evidence, and based on the inference of a captain and the oral statements of ordinary soldiers. Now the strategy has been decided, and the army is ready to go.

I know Shangguan Yu well. Once a decision is made, it cannot be changed. It is useless to say more at this time."

Bai Yujing sighed lightly and said no more. As he was of low rank, his words did not count and this was all he could do.

Xue Jinghan looked at everyone, feeling a little worried: "If it is really as we expected, wouldn't this trip be full of dangers?"

Fang Yi and the others all looked at Xue Jinghan, making him feel a little at a loss, and then they smiled at each other.

"It's just a fight to the death."

Xue Jinghan's heart tightened and tears welled up in the corners of his eyes.

At dawn the next day, the sky was slightly bright, but the chill was still there. The flowers outside the city walls were already showing dots of tender green, and the buds were shyly about to bloom. Spring arrived quietly in the silence.

Suddenly, a sharp horn sounded from the General's Mansion, piercing the morning sky. Then drums sounded like thunder, shaking the whole city. The army was ready to set off!

Xue Jinghan stood alone on the top of the city wall, his back looking a little lonely. He watched the iron-black torrent surging under the city gate, with majestic momentum. He murmured in a low voice:

"It's just a battle!"

On the eve of the decisive battle, the Wangque Plain was silent. This land had not seen the grand confrontation of hundreds of thousands of troops for many years.

As night falls, the stars are inlaid in the sky like gems, mysteriously twinkling with alluring light. However, this beauty will be covered in blood tomorrow and turned into a Shura field that devours all lives.

The sun was just rising, and its light had not yet completely penetrated the clouds, but the armies of both sides were already ready to move, setting up their battle array several miles apart. In an instant, the situation changed suddenly, and the air was filled with murderous intent.

Most of the Jurchen soldiers wore light yellow Hu clothing, and the elite wore soft armor. The entire army was like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, sweeping across the sky.

Led by generals such as Ali Sangge, the 100,000-strong army followed like wild geese soaring in the sky. Although the formation was a little messy, they were full of fighting spirit.

Following closely behind were 50,000 infantrymen, surrounding the central command platform. Chirag sat in the middle, with guards standing on both sides. His face was gloomy, and a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Turning around and looking at the Great Zhou army, the cold black clothes and black armor were like an ink-stained pine forest, which made people shudder.

The three cavalry groups in the front row were clearly separated. Generals Wu Minbo and King Han of Youzhou each led a unit and charged in the front with great momentum.

Fang Yi's Chiyu Camp was deployed behind the Northern Frontier Army. The night before, Wu Minbo overruled the objections and personally led the guards in the vanguard, placing the Chiyu Camp in the rear. Deep down, he actually hoped to preserve some spark of hope for the Yunzhou defenders.

After all, the more the cavalry charged, the greater the casualties would be.

Behind the cavalry was the chevaux de frise defense line set up by the Youzhou Heavy Armored Battalion. Zhao Zhixun led 20,000 cavalrymen to guard the two wings. Upon closer inspection, the faces of these cavalrymen were less stern and more nervous. After all, the Central Plains cavalry rarely experienced a night battle of this scale.

Before the chevaux de frise, there were double rows of antlers to repel the enemy. When the cavalry arrived here, their speed immediately decreased and the force of their attack was greatly reduced.

The heavy armor worn by the infantry was made of thousands of iron plates connected by flexible ropes, almost covering the entire body. It had strong protective power and was breathable, but its high cost once meant it faced the fate of being disbanded by the Ministry of War and the Ministry of Revenue.

They held long spears made of fine iron, which were tough and indestructible. They were arranged in groups of three, holding shields to protect each other. The veteran Zhu Jingsheng was in the middle to coordinate the troops, holding the hilt of the sword tightly, as steady as a rock.

The heavy armored battalion was only equipped with long spears, because during a cavalry conflict, if the spear broke, the horse's hooves would step on the chest.

Behind the heavy armored battalion was the crossbow battalion composed of 8,000 archers who were urgently recruited. A deer horn defense formation was also set up in front of it as the last line of defense to protect the infantry in the rear.

Each archer is equipped with a strong bow and sharp arrows, with a sharp short sword hanging from his waist, ready to string the arrow and shoot out the invitation of death.

The quivers on their backs were fully loaded, enough to deal with the upcoming bloody battle.