Three thousand miles in exile

It was late at night, and the attic above the city gate of Jizhou was lit like beans.

When Xirong took Jizhou, it set fire to the city, and the city was in ruins. The only thing that could barely live in it was the attic of the city gate.

The army of the Han army is entering the Central Plains through the Baima Qiang in batches, and Song Fenglin has also moved to live in the city.

Liu Zhan has arranged for the defenders to clean up the ruins and set up the king's account. It should be cleaned up in a few days, and we will deal with it in the attic temporarily tonight.

From time to time, Song Fenglin's low cough could be heard in the attic.

"Why hasn't it improved after so many days?" Liu Zhan frowned, feeding him with the medicine in his hand.

"Lin Yidian said that he was suffering from wind and cold." Song Fenglin leaned against the head of the bed and drank the medicine from Liu Zhan's hand.

"It doesn't matter to me, don't you still trust Lin Yidian?"

Song Fenglin spoke lightly, with a smile on his face.

In fact, the situation that day was very dangerous. If Lin Xiuyan hadn't been with the army, there might have been an accident.

Liu Zhan was supervising the army outside Baimaqiang. When he came back after a day and a night, he saw Song Fenglin's face was so pale that it was frightening. If Lin Xiuyan hadn't repeatedly assured that there was no serious problem, he would not have believed it was just a cold.

"Don't worry about me, the battle is important, don't be distracted." Song Fenglin held Liu Zhan's rough hand, which was full of calluses left by holding knives all year round.

In another day, the army will all enter the Central Plains through the Baima Qiang, and the scouts will report, and the Xirong is also gathering troops and making frequent changes.

The war between the two armies is about to break out, Liu Zhan plans to set off tonight and rush to the front line to supervise the army overnight.

"I will leave 5 people stationed in Jizhou." Liu Zhan said with determination on his face. "If something happens to me, you organize the remnant army to return to northern Xinjiang."

This battle will determine the fate of Han and Xirong, and will also determine who will rule the world in the future.

"There's no need to keep so many people. If something happens to you, I won't live." Song Fenglin looked at him with pure peace in his eyes.

Falling in love with a man who competes in the world, Song Fenglin is also determined, he will not let this man go on the road alone.

"Fool." Liu Zhan touched his face.

It's silly.

There is no need to say parting words, and there is no need to comfort each other.

Song Fenglin personally put on the armor and bright red cloak for Liu Zhan.

"May you be invincible."

Liu Zhan pressed his shoulder and solemnly promised. "I will return in triumph."

In the night, Song Fenglin stood on the wall in plain clothes, watching Liu Zhan lead the soldiers out of the city until the familiar figure could no longer be seen clearly.

"Report! Night attack on Xirong!!"

Just as Liu Zhan stepped out of the Baima Qiang, he heard the sound of fighting and killing in the distance, and at the same time soldiers came to report the latest battle situation.

"General Cao leads General Guo, General Niu, and [-] cavalry to fight. The battle is fierce!"

Naturally, King Xirong would not sit still and send troops again if he failed in one blow. This time he sent [-] troops to sneak attack the Han army in the dark.

At that time, the large army of the Han army had just passed Baimaqiang, and the tents had not yet been set up. This was the best time for a sneak attack.

However, Liu Zhan had expected that the Han army's crossing of the Baima Qiang would not go south in a mess. Liu Zhan first asked Cao Zhuang Guo Donghu and Niu Shilu to lead [-] cavalry to guard outside the Baima Qiang, just to prevent the Xi Rong from attacking.

Sure enough, the king of Xirong used his troops sharply, and sent troops to attack him that night.

The Xirong cavalry, who had the chance to win, did not expect that the Han army also had cavalry ambushing around the exit of Baima Qiang. When they came galloping, the ambushed Han cavalry also galloped out!

Among the [-] Han cavalry, there are [-] Lancers and [-] Modao cavalry, all of which are the elite of the Han army.

Tu Shu, the general of Xirong, soon found himself at a disadvantage. The Han army's armor was excellent and their weapons were sharp.

"Retreat!" Tu Shu decisively ordered to retreat.

He is different from the arrogance of chasing the eagle. This battle is intended to test, and there is no need to head-on when the situation is unfavorable.

The Xirong cavalry retreated like a tide amidst the sound of horns.

"Don't chase! Order to return to camp!" Cao Zhuang also ordered at the same time.

After so many years of Liu Zhan's attack, Cao Zhuang also has the ability and quality of a general of an army. The road is unknown at night, and he can't rush to pursue it when he is not sure whether there is an ambush in Xirong.

The cavalry of the Han army returned to the camp.

"General Cao! The King of Han is here!"

Cao Zhuang took off his helmet and led Guo Donghu and Niu Shilu towards Wang's account.

The lights in the king's tent were brightly lit, and the generals left and right in groups.

In the middle is a map of the Central Plains, the Central Plains is a map of Pingchuan, and the map is more marked with the location of cities and waterways.

After passing the Baima Qiang, it is the plain area of ​​the Central Plains-Ma Pingchuan, and the Gyeonggi land where the imperial capital is located is in the middle of the plain.

The king of Xirong originally sent his subordinates to attack the city in the Central Plains. Because the Han army went south, the Xirong army is now gathered in the camp outside the imperial capital.

Liu Zhan stood with his hands behind his back, staring closely at the place where the Xirong camp was located.

"How to fight this battle, let's talk about it."

Li Xiaolian immediately stood up. "The Xirong army has more than 60 troops stationed in Gyeonggi. We can't go south rashly. The team will be divided into long lines on the road, and it is easy to fall into a passive position."

More importantly, Xirong waited for work with ease, but sneak attacks could also set up obstacles. They were already inferior to Xirong in numbers, so naturally they could not repeat the mistakes of Liang Jun.

Cao Zhuang also stood up. "The last general suggested that our army should camp on the spot and rely on the Baima Qiang to deal with the Xirong army. We have the most elite cavalry in the world, which can attack and defend, so there is no need to rush south."

All the generals nodded in agreement.

After so many years of Liu Zhan, Li Xiaolian and Cao Zhuang have become mature generals, and their countermeasures coincide with each other, and their thinking and direction are correct.

But what Liu Zhan saw in his eyes was much more detailed than theirs.

"Xi Rong plundered the rich and prosperous Gyeonggi. The King of Xi Rong has soldiers and food in his hands, and his military strength is 10,000+ more than ours. The game of cat and mouse is just entertainment for the King of Xi Rong."

All the generals fell into thinking for a while.

If the King of Xirong made up his mind to stay out of Gyeonggi and wait for the Han army to harass him, the Han army would only be exhausted and make no substantial progress.

The strength of the Han army lies in its excellent equipment and its ability to counteract the advantages of the two armies head-on. If it becomes a cat-and-mouse game, it would be meaningless for the elite cavalry to chase each other in the wilderness every day.

However, Li Xiaolian and Cao Zhuang's proposals were not wrong, they really couldn't go south hastily.

Liu Zhan clicked on Baima Qiang on the map.

"This is the only way for Xirong to return to Mobei. We rely on Baima Qiang and cut off their way home."

But the King of Xirong was not in a hurry to leave, so he would not go north to confront them head-on. Everyone thought to no avail and looked at each other.

"It's October, Qiyun Mountain is about to see the first snow at this time." Liu Zhan said suddenly.

Niu Shilu also had a lot of experience in traveling all over the world in his early years, so he immediately thought of it. "It's about to snow in the Western Regions, and their winter will also be covered with heavy snow. If the cold winter comes, it will be even more difficult to move."

It's just snowing, Liu Zhan sneered.

On that day, Liu Zhan ordered the whole army to set up camp with their backs against Baimaqiang. For a while, the infantry were busy cutting down trees to build wooden fences and watchtowers, and the foot of Baimaqiang Mountain was busy.

Unexpectedly, the Han army did not plan to go south. It was four to five hundred miles from Baima Qiang to Gyeonggi, and the two armies were separated by an endless barren plain.

"I didn't expect the King of Han to be a coward. He stationed his soldiers and horses in Baima Qiang, is he planning to escape conveniently?"

The generals of Xirong, who were drinking and eating meat, leaned forward and backward with laughter.

Only Tu Shu sat aside with a serious face.

King Xirong took the handkerchief handed over by the maid to wipe his hands, with a half-smile and no emotion on his face.

"Tu Shu, let's talk about the Han army."

Tu Shu hurriedly stood up to answer. "Returning to the Son of Heaven, the Han army is extremely well-equipped. The general has never seen armor that an arrow can't pierce, nor has he seen a weapon that can cut a horse down the middle with a single blow."

The laughter in Wang's tent stopped suddenly.

"Tu Shu, have you lost your mind from drinking, can there be such a weapon in this world?" Some generals questioned.

Tu Shu immediately opened his hands towards the sky. "I swear by Changshengtian, if there is even half a lie, I will be struck by lightning!"

Wang Zhang was quiet again.

"Has this kind of long knife been captured?" King Xirong asked in silence.

"Please forgive me, the Son of Heaven. We failed to take down a long saber cavalry." Tu Shu lowered his head.

The king of Xirong was playing with the golden wine glass, his green pupils reflected the mess on the plate, his intuition that was almost like a beast finally made him make a decision.

"Wait and see what happens, let the Han army take the initiative to come to us."

The army of Xirong was stationed in Gyeonggi, surrounded by the four state capitals of Gyeonggi, those who surrendered, those who abandoned the city, had been slaughtered by Xirong.

It can be said that the remaining people and local forces in the Central Plains are not a threat.

In this contest, the King of Xirong knew very well that he had the initiative. He did not move, waiting for the Han army to fight, and waiting for work with leisure is the best policy.

They are not in a hurry to leave, and they have plenty of food and grass in their hands, even if the stalemate lasts for a year or so, it doesn't matter.

For the next whole month, cavalrymen from the Han army went south to provoke every now and then, and the two sides fought a few small fights without any injuries.

As time goes by, the temperature in the Central Plains becomes colder and colder.

The cavalry of the Han army went south to harass again, but this time they were not in a hurry to fight, but laughed loudly.

"It snowed heavily in Mobei in the Western Regions, and the tents were crushed. Countless old people and children were frozen to death, and countless cattle and sheep were frozen to death."

"What's the use of occupying the Central Plains? All the family members are dying! Hahaha!"

"Women in Xirong are freezing to death, and Xirong is about to die!"

"Hahaha!"

"Our King of Han said, there is no need to fight at all, you will soon be wiped out!"

"Hahaha! Just wait for the extinction, you stray wild dogs!"

In order to laugh at the soldiers of the Western Army, these Han soldiers deliberately learned a few nonsense words, such as heavy snow, dead, and they spoke these two words very smoothly.

The joyous ridicule of the Han soldiers fell on the ears of the Western soldiers, like a bolt from the blue.

No one knows better than them how terrible the heavy snow in Xirong Mobei is. Although not every year they experience heavy snow, but as long as there is waist-deep snow in one year, it will be a disaster!

The Xirong army went south and took away all the men in the country. How could they deal with the heavy snow with only the old and the weak, women and children at home.

"You guys are lying!"

The soldiers of the Western Army became impatient, and the cavalry of the two armies scolded each other in a circle, fighting each other from time to time, and the cavalry of the Han Army could always pick off one of them with one shot.

"You don't have to believe it, it's not our family members who died anyway." All the Han soldiers laughed.

On this day, the news of the heavy snowfall in Mobei in the Western Regions quickly swept through the Xirong army.

Some people say this is a lie, some people say why did the Han soldiers deceive them?For a while, there were different opinions, and the morale of the army was in turmoil.

Regardless of whether it is true or not, this rumor is like a seed of uneasiness, deeply rooted in the hearts of every Western soldier, and they toss and turn, suffering day by day.

"Sign up to the Son of Heaven, the Han army blocked the way, and our scouts couldn't get over Baima Qiang."

King Xirong violently kicked over the low table, lifted the knife and chopped off the soldier's head.

"A bunch of trash!!"

If you can't cross Baimaqiang, there is another way to go to the Western Regions through Bashu, but the journey is extremely long, and winter has passed all the way back and forth.

The king of Xirong was furious in his heart, and he couldn't suppress the boredom in his heart even after hacking and killing several maids.

He is the king of Zhuhu, he can't ignore the disaster in the country, he is the family of hundreds of thousands of soldiers, if it is really because of the heavy snow that many people died, these soldiers will definitely turn against him.

Don't look at the bloodthirsty and brutal king of Xirong, but he is sober in his heart.

Even if this was a rumor deliberately released by the Han army, now that the army's morale is in turmoil, King Xirong understands that he can no longer stand still.

He could hold his breath, but the soldiers couldn't wait, their hearts had already returned to their homes beyond the Great Wall.

Instead of forcing the soldiers to change, it is better to take the initiative to capture Baima Qiang and return to the Western Regions.

"King of Han!! Xi Rong goes north!!!"

Liu Zhan stood up abruptly, with a fierce fighting spirit in his eyes.

His plan worked!

In the winter of the fifth year of Shengping, when Daliang fell, Han Wang Liu Zhan used tricks to lure Xi Rong into sending troops.

The King of Xirong, who originally planned to stay in Gyeonggi to wait for work, had to take the initiative to send troops to fight the Han army because of the upsurge in the army.

On this day, the earth is vast, and the sky seems to be covered with a layer of haze, depressing and heavy.

The 45 troops of the Han army were divided into dozens of phalanxes, and the red tassels were hunting in a uniform order, with the white horse Qiang backed and spread all over the plain.

Some cavalry ran among them holding the flag of the Han army, inspecting the army back and forth to ensure that the soldiers in each square were ready.

Not long after, dark shadows appeared at the junction of the wilderness and the sky.

Xirong's more than 60 troops spread all over the sky, and these bloodthirsty jackals gradually entered the field of vision of the Han army with a threatening death.

The red flag of the Han army and the red tassels fluttered in the hunting wind, and the men's eyes were firm and did not flinch.

Compared with the uniform military appearance of the Han army, the Xirong soldiers wore leather armor and armor, and their weapons were even more varied. They yelled nonsense, and their faces were full of excitement.

Liu Zhan was wearing armor and riding a divine horse. He held a Mo knife in his hand and had sharp eyes, standing proudly in front of the battle.

"Have you seen it all! These wolves slaughtered our compatriots and burned my thousand-year-old imperial capital! I will not avenge this revenge! How can I be worthy of this iron body!"

Liu Zhan raised his knife, his eyes were red. "I, son of the Han army, must win this battle!"

"Must win—!"

The men of the Han army roared in unison, responding to the enemy's clamor with soaring momentum.

Both the king of Han and the king of Xirong were in front of the battle, and the king's flag of the Han army and the king's flag of Xirong were equally conspicuous.

The two young kings confronted each other across the wilderness, their hawk-like eyes full of murderous aura that would crush each other to pieces.

A fight between millions of people, this is an epic battle, a duel of strength, a fierce battle between the two armies head-to-head!

Xi Rong soldiers with the determination to go home.

A Han soldier determined to revenge.

There was anger in the eyes of both sides.

When the tension seemed to freeze, dozens of huge war drums from the Han army camp sounded at the same time, and the orderly drumbeats shook the ground from slow to rapid.

The horns of the Xirong Army camp immediately sounded.

"kill--!!"

The Xirong army moved, like a fast-moving wave sweeping from the sky, overwhelming the earth, and the formation was astonishing.

The [-] tortoise shell chariots of the Han army rushed out first.

Immediately afterwards, huge arrows soared into the sky. These arm-thick arrows had an extremely long range, and they crossed the chariot in an instant and plunged into the crowd of the Xirong Army.

Some cavalrymen and horses of Xirong were pierced by giant arrows, and even the momentum of a giant arrow could carry the countdown infantry.

Two waves of giant arrows from the ballista pressed down on them, and the Xirong army turned their backs on their backs in an instant, causing countless casualties.

Just after the ballista fired the second wave, it was lined up on the left and right sides of the Chinese army, and a total of ten Lancer phalanxes of 1 people each moved.

The galloping cavalry phalanx stirred up billows of smoke and dust on the wilderness.

At the same time, Xirong's stray arrows also fell down, but the heavy cavalry of the Han army was well armored and could block most of the stray arrows.

At this time, the tortoise shell chariot had rushed into the infantry formation of the Xirong Army, and the infantry began to be harvested in a storm.

The Lancers of the Han Army and the cavalry of the Western Rong intertwined with each other.

The iron gun with red tassels pierced through the enemy's body with momentum, and more and more Western soldiers fell on the front line, leaving only panicked horses.

The Lancers as the vanguard withstood the pace of the Xirong cavalry!

Looking across the audience, Liu Zhan's dark and empty eyes were full of will.

He raised his hand to order.

The drums of the Han army sounded like thunder.

"One! Two! One! Two!" The phalanx consisting of heavy armored shield soldiers, spear infantry, Modao infantry, and infantry soldiers moved. Sound forward into the battlefield.

King Xirong had never fought against the King of Han, so his knowledge of the Han army was very limited.

The 50 Liang army is vulnerable to a single blow. This time against the 45 Han army, the King of Xirong, including the Xirong army, did not think he would lose.

However, is the shield armor of the Han army the same as that of the Liang army?

The infantry phalanx of the Han army changed its formation immediately after arriving on the battlefield, and quickly formed multiple rectangular horse-repelling formations.

As the main force of the infantry, the Modao infantry swung their swords again and again to kill behind the horse-rejecting formation, blood dripping along the long red tassels.

They are like reassurance pills on the battlefield, the enemy soldiers will end up with broken horses and harnesses!

So far, the lineups of the two armies intertwined and collided, and the cavalry and infantry fought in a melee.

The main force of the Chinese army of the Xirong Army has been waiting and watching.

The king of Xirong thought that the pressure of the army would be enough to destroy the opponent, but he didn't want the phalanx of the Han army to be like a huge mouth, which was quickly devouring their strength!

Those sturdy shields are awesome!

There are also those chariots that are wrapped in iron armor and rampage on the battlefield.

Regardless of whether it was cavalry or infantry, once it was caught by the spikes of the chariot, even the horse would lose half of its life immediately. It took almost dozens of lives for the Western Army soldiers to stop a chariot.

King Xirong knew that he could no longer wait and see.

At the same time, he also understood that he was afraid that he had been tricked. The Han army came prepared, and the King of Han made up his mind from the very beginning to fight him on the plain.

Waking up suddenly, the King of Xirong realized that he had no way out in this battle. The reasons that persuaded him to stay in the Central Plains had now become a joke.

The Central Plains has always been easy to attack and difficult to defend. The flat terrain seems to be very suitable for the combat style of the Xirong Army, but in fact it is easy to enter and difficult to leave.

King Xirong suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, his world is also the world he created with one sword, he is the hero of the Western Regions!

"Warriors! Who can cut off the head of the king of Han and become the king!!"

The elites who followed King Xirong all boiled up.

In the sound of the horn, the remaining nearly 20 Xirong main elites clamored excitedly to join the battlefield.

Liu Zhan was waiting for this moment!

Dust filled the sky and covered the sky, and the sound of war drums and shouts of killing shook people's hearts.

This is a battle that will leave a strong mark in history and determine who will rule the world!

Liu Zhan's blade pointed directly at the king's army where King Xirong was. "Tarja barbarian! How could this king let you rule the Central Plains? It's just wishful thinking!"

"The warriors of our Han army, crush them!!" Liu Zhan roared angrily.

"Kill——!" All the soldiers shouted angrily across the battlefield.

The cavalry of the Han army's central army are [-] Modao cavalry, and they have long been eager to try.

At the order of the King of Han, the [-] Mo Dao cavalry rushed into the battlefield like a giant net with a rolling murderous aura.

Wherever Mo Dao went, all the Xirong cavalry fell down. With first-class horses and this first-class killer weapon, Mo Dao cavalry was harvesting the battlefield at an extremely fast speed!

This is the real strength of the Han army!

Liu Zhan had a clear purpose, and the [-] king's army he personally led pointed directly at the central army where King Xirong was located like a sharp sword.

More and more Xirong cavalry rushed over to block his progress. Liu Zhan swung his saber again and again, blood rain splashed where the blade passed, and Mo Dao dripped thick liquid.

The Xirong cavalry all rushed towards Liu Zhan. These jackals were greedy and wanted to cut off the head of the King of Han.

A knife grazed Liu Zhan's armor, making a piercing sound, and an arrow fell on Liu Zhan's armor, making a tinkling sound.

Liu Zhan was not afraid at all, and charged forward firmly against the rain of arrows and the blade.

His heart is like this eternal earth, nothing can shake his will to defeat the enemy!

The soldiers gathered around Liu Zhan looked at death as if they were home. Guo Donghu, Niu Shilu, and Niu Shilu were one against ten, and hundreds of strong men of the thousand household level followed him closely.

The point where Liu Zhan was located was like a sharp thorn in the battle, breaking through the layers of siege of the Xirong cavalry and invincible.

The Xirong cavalry can't stop the Han cavalry at all!

In the end, the core of the Chinese army where King Xirong was located was exposed in front of Liu Zhan.

The confrontation between the core elites of the two sides has made this peerless battle reach a feverish stage. Everyone has become red-eyed, and both sides only have the killing intent to annihilate each other!

There was a sudden rain.

The icy rain stirred up bursts of white air, and the battlefield in the torrential rain was covered in blood mist.

After the horse's hooves stepped on the ground for a while, the ground was muddy, and it was hard to tell whether it was blood or water that was muddy like this troubled world.

This millennium of chaos!

The sound of rain, the sound of horseshoes, the clash of knives and guns, screams, and roars.

The heavy rain blurred the sight, and everything became unreal.

Liu Zhan was like the god of killing who broke through the rain, cutting down the Xirong soldiers blocking the way.

King Xirong was right in front of him, and the opponent was equally brave, even the Modao cavalry couldn't easily get close.

This is the first time the two kings fighting for hegemony have fought against each other, and it will also be the last time.

Stationed in Baima Qiang to block the retreat of Xirong, and used tricks to confuse the Xirong army, so that the king of Xirong had to fight the Han army.

All this, Liu Zhan just wanted to cut off the head of King Xirong!

To kill gods in troubled times, only one is enough!

Liu Zhan will not let King Xirong return to the Western Regions alive. The world has been in chaos for a long time, and it is time to end it!

The elite Han army surrounded the core where King Xirong was. Knowing that there was no way to retreat, he roared angrily and threw the knife in his hand at Liu Zhan who was close at hand.

At the critical moment, Liu Zhan's conditioned reflex, which he had trained in many battles, made him predict in advance and dodge sideways.

"It's over!!" Liu Zhan stabbed into King Xirong's body.

The green eyes were full of reconciliation, and the King of Xirong wanted to resist, but Liu Zhan swung the long knife in his hand again, piercing his chest.

Guo Donghu, who followed closely, picked off King Xirong's head with a single blow.

"Victory!" Niu Shilu raised the head of King Xirong.

The Xirong Central Army scattered in all directions.

Liu Zhan shouted angrily. "Cavalry outflank!! Don't let a single one go!!"

Why did Liu Zhan choose to rely on the White Horse Qiang for a decisive battle with Xirong, because he wanted to cut off the retreat of the Xirong thieves and not let go of a Xirong soldier!

The king of Xirong brought the best men from all over the country to Hanzhong and into the Central Plains. This was a golden opportunity to defeat Xirong.

Without these millions of young and strong main force, Xi Rong would be a toothless tiger!

Must be wiped out!