One Thousand and Four: War in Northern Xinjiang (41)

The flags are like clouds, and the drums are like thunder.

Northern Xinjiang's vitality was severely injured, but the emaciated camels were bigger than horses. This background was still there, and they could barely gather hundreds of thousands of troops.

The two armies confronted each other with a murderous look, and the atmosphere was extremely dignified.

Jiang Pengji was riding a war horse, wearing armor, and holding a broad-backed long knife in her right hand, looking ready.

"My lord, look at this, Beijiang really hurt his vitality."

Feng Zhen followed Jiang Pengji on a horse, and he used his right hand to shield his forehead from the sun, avoiding the too hot light.

The distance between the two armies is far away, so keep a safe distance, so as not to charge the other side without saying a word, and catch yourself by surprise.

Feng Zhen squinted his eyes with difficulty, trying to distinguish the force structure of the enemy camp.

Because of the backward lighting equipment, most ancient people were short-sighted, especially scribes, and Fengzhen was no exception.

Jiang Pengji is different, she has very good eyesight, she can clearly see things far away.

"Although there are not as many cavalry as imagined, they should not be underestimated."

Even if there are only 10% of the cavalry, there are more than 10,000 cavalry. When these cavalry charge together, the impact is huge.

Jiang Pengji glanced sideways at Fengzhen, whose skirt was bulging by the wind, and said in a bad mood, "Zishi should stay in the rear and hold the line. I don't care if you stay here. If you get hurt somewhere or get caught by a prisoner Go, no one cares about you—”

Feng Zhen only knows how to play a three-legged cat, saying that he is a compliment for fighting the five scum, but he still wants to go to the front line to face the Northern Xinjiang cavalry charge?

She is indifferent and ruthless, and the audience in the live broadcast room feels distressed every day.

[One piece of homosexuality]: Anchor, I think Feng Tianzhen really loves you, even if you hate him every day, he will never leave you.

[Kang Dandan]: Impossible——Feng Tianzhen only likes sister Yu with a plump career line, do you think the anchor looks like a girl?

[Meier Niang]: Upstairs, you are making trouble. Although the anchor is quite a man, but the career line is not small, you are black and white.

The audience in the red barrage was laughing and joking, but the audience in the blue barrage didn't understand what they were laughing at.

There's no way, who let them join too late, I don't know Feng Zhenai loves Yu Jie's stalk of loli.

Feng Zhen was not angry when he was harassed. Instead, he climbed up the pole with a cheeky face. He laughed and said, "My lord, what I said is wrong. If there is something wrong, the children in the family will definitely cry. How can you say that no one cares about you?" Woolen cloth--"

Jiang Pengji didn't have time to pay attention to Fengzhen, she stared straight ahead with a solemn expression.

If anyone can see it, they will find a gigantic live broadcast screen floating in front of Jiang Pengji.

Under her control, the viewing angle of the live broadcast room suddenly increased, turning into a high-altitude bird's-eye view mode.

In this mode, she can clearly see the general arrangement of troops behind the northern border.

For Jiang Pengji, besides relieving boredom and watching the fun, this is probably the only benefit left in the live broadcast room.

There is no advanced war equipment at the moment, and Jiang Pengji has an advantage in the high-altitude field, which means she has a strong hole card.

"Come here—give this to General Fu."

Jiang Pengji drew a simple picture of what she memorized, and sent someone to pass it to Fu Wang.

Although Jiang Pengji is the main character, but the real commander and dispatcher is someone else——

As for her?

How can you have fun on the battlefield without fighting?

The drums sounded like thunder, resounding through the sky.

The morale of the soldiers was rising steadily, and even the audience in the live broadcast room were infected and passionate about it.

[Tang Sect Holy Spirit Cai'er]: Has the anchor been overwhelmed recently? Haha, I can finally go to the end of the wave.

[Floating Life Ruo Cai]: I feel sorry for the anchor's subordinates, and it's really tiring to have such a protagonist on the booth.

[Ghost Talent Guo Fengxiao]: To be honest, it’s too dangerous for the anchor to go off the rails. Seriously, this seems to be the first time to face off against the two armies of northern Xinjiang, right? The cavalry is too mobile, and the charge is ruthless. The anchor is joking about his own life.

[Little Raccoon]: The anchor has fought several battles with Beijiang, how can it be said that this is the first time?

[Old Driver Lianmeng]: Previously, it was either an ambush or a trick, which was more or less tricky.

So it can't be regarded as positive. It's different now, the two armies are facing each other, and the anchor here has to face the tens of thousands of cavalry in northern Xinjiang and charge head-on, which has a different meaning.

Northern Xinjiang is famous for its cavalry, and they are a mighty army across the grasslands.

Previously separated by the Sui River, but later the man-made flood broke out, and the advantage of the cavalry in northern Xinjiang could not be developed at all.

At this moment, the terrain is flat and flat, which is very suitable for the northern Xinjiang cavalry to charge. Can the combat index be the same?

The current battlefield danger index is higher than ever, and Jiang Pengji, as the lord, still wants to end the battle——

No wonder the audience felt so sorry for Jiang Pengji's team.

Jiang Pengji had a faint smile on her face.

What the audience can understand, she naturally understands.

But the audience didn't know much about ancient wars after all, so they didn't know that their worries were unnecessary.

Jiang Pengji will end up fighting, but that doesn't mean she must be at the forefront.

The responsibility of most generals is to command and dispatch rather than kill the enemy. The generals will lead the troops to fight the enemy after the two armies are completely melee.

If you let the main general run to charge and fight against the enemy's first wave of firepower, no amount of main generals will be enough to die.

Compared to Jiang Pengji's orderly side, there was some disharmony in Beijiang's side, and everyone had their own ghosts.

The eighth prince was dressed in a red military uniform, and he was majestic on the horse. On the side was the lieutenant, the seventh prince, also in an orange uniform.

"What's going on with the sixth son?" The seventh prince had a bad temper and couldn't hold back his anger. "Is he a pig?"

There are not so many rules in fighting in northern Xinjiang. If you want to fight, you can fight, and you can retreat if you want to. Even sneak attacks are straightforward.

His suggestion was to take the lead in attacking Jiang Pengji's army before it was fully deployed.

More than 10,000 cavalry charged together, and the enemy was unprepared, so a wave of sneak attacks would not be a problem.

The result?

I don't know what kind of temper the sixth child has, but he just insists on fighting with the other party——

Fight!

Hachioji had a slight smile on his face, but those who knew him well knew that his smile was a bit forced.

"Before the battle between the two armies, at least give Lao Liu some face. If it is passed on, it will be a difficult excuse for Lao Liu to face you."

Fighting generals are not common, at least there is no such custom in northern Xinjiang. The habit in northern Xinjiang is to fight without saying anything, so there is no advance notice.

"I'm not angry—"

The Seventh Prince held back his temper, facing the scorching sun above his head, his body was filled with anger.

As everyone knows, the sixth prince also has his own considerations.

The men of the Han family in the Central Plains are much weaker than the men in the northern Xinjiang, and they are petite and weak.

The men from Beijiang grew up on horseback, and their riding skills are superb. Wouldn't it be great if they could regain their momentum in the battle?

The sixth prince was right. The horse battle in Northern Xinjiang was indeed tyrannical, but the prerequisite for victory was that they did not meet Jiang Pengji.

"I don't kill the unknown people under the sword, report the name—"

Beijiang sent a man with an unusually burly figure and rock-hard muscles, who seemed to be splitting his armor.

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