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Chapter 1330 Great Advance (Part 2)

In a trance, the sound of desolate horns came from the horizon in the distance.

On the carriage with high wheels, there are flute sounds and sounds.

The young man on the grassland with a childish face was playing the flute seriously, with his eyes ethereal, as if he was experiencing not a war, but a migration he had been accustomed to.

Yes, all the belongings were brought with him, tents, rice, clothes, cattle and sheep, and his beloved flute.

When my father left, he brought a bow knife and fed the horse at home to smooth water. He even borrowed a horse from a familiar nobleman so that he could keep up with the team.

My mother was drying mushrooms on the grass, which was found on the road. These good things on the grassland are buried in the sand on weekdays. Whenever there is a rain, they will grow wildly at an astonishing speed. After picking, they will be added to the millet and steamed. It is very delicious.

My sister seemed to be asleep. She was huddled in the felt blanket, holding their dog in her arms.

The carriage swayed, and the golden sunlight shone on it, so calm and peaceful.

The white clouds slowly crossed the sky.

Below the clouds is an endless green field, with white rivers winding and winding around, rushing towards the unknown distance.

The field has no fluctuations, and it is so flat that it makes people desperate. Ten thousand horses gallop, black, white, yellow, brown,

Group after group, like a wave, like a wave, one after another, endless.

The shepherd wearing a felt hat mixed in between, calmly maintaining the direction of the horse's advance.

The proud horse held its head and chest high, and its long mane shone brightly in the sun.

This is its home court, where it was born and grew up, and it can walk along the flat grasslands and wherever it goes, it is its home.

"Crazy!" It rushed into a stream and splashed countless water.

After crossing the river, it stood on the shore conscientiously, watching its herd of horses crossing the river safely before leaving.

Looking down from the air, countless horses were piled up by the white-school stream. Some of them struggled to cross the river, some lowered their heads to drink water, and some stopped and touched each other intimately.

Further away, the flock of sheep is like white clouds walking on the ground, gathering and dispersing, floating indefinitely.

The boy and girl skillfully rode their horses, driving away the naughty sheep from time to time to return to the team.

The hound dog grinned at the sheep's teeth that had left the team with his power.

They were fast and like lightning on the grassland, causing the flock to panic, and then they were honest until they met the ram with a bad temper and dared to face their two big horns.

"Hey!" A team of light riders swept by quickly, the man on the horse's back was flying with a dark bow sling around his waist.

"!" Another team of strong men rushed over from the horizon, wearing brown leather armor, holding a long rifle in his hand, with great aura.

"Haha!" A team of herders who were marching met a group of panicked yellow sheep and chased after her with a smile.

The boy put away his flute, stood in the shaking carriage, and looked into the endless distance.

The grassland became vivid at this moment.

From east to west, it stretches for thousands of miles. Some people are herding sheep, some are collecting, some are washing horses, some are hunting birds and beasts, and some are eager to rush to the way when Tuoba tribe came: the East.

The Yuwen herders looked at the Tuoba Xianbei tribes who were surging into their ranch with complex expressions, and remained silent for a long time.

Who exactly did it? He gathered such a huge army on the grassland and almost overturned the sky.

In the midst of the hustle and bustle, the most beautiful woman on the grassland was riding in a gorgeous carriage, and under her tall felt hat was her charming face.

She hugged the well-behaved child with a calm expression and looked at the vast field through the car window.

The direction of the carriage is Youzhou.

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Between the two peaks, a valley pea extends out.

The flag of "Shao, the Great Protector of the Shanyu", fluttered in the wind. After this flag, "Iron Cavalry", "Riding", "Zhenwu", "Red City", "Gao Liu", "Wu Zhou", "Yi Cong" and others turned the flags one by one, turning the entire valley into a sea of ​​flags.

After passing the narrowest valley entrance, the cavalry rushed down from the high ground like a flood.

Splashes of water, grass chips were flying, and heavy horse hooves trampled on the soft mud, awakening the war drum that had not sounded for a long time.

Zhong Xin's voice also sounded.

Yuwen Yidougui, who had traveled hundreds of miles north from Zimeng River, dismounted himself and welcomed the arrival of the camp's recruitment envoys.

The cavalry from both sides lined up in the wilderness, and the shouts were rising and falling.

Soon, the cavalry that went down early and the Yuwen Light Cavalry gathered together, rushing south without stopping at all.

They crossed the willow trees, rushed through the reed forest, through the scattered lakes and swamps, and walked south along the dry and flat grasslands.

Just like a huge flood, it scattered into countless strands in the sand, grassland, swamps, and woods, and finally gathered together with an unstoppable momentum and rushed to the mountains in the south.

You can overlook Changli after crossing that mountain.

And in the mountains behind them, passing cavalry teams after cavalry, as if there was no end forever, continued to add support to this wave of cavalry going south.

The tents on both sides of Zuoleshui were demolished one after another, and the cattle and sheep were screaming and crossing the shallows, looking reluctantly at the tender and juicy grass, and kneeling forward.

Their milk is the source of strength for the fight between warriors, and their flesh and blood are good tonics for warriors to charge into battle.

They will be together with the warriors to become the ignitorizer of this battle to destroy the country.

A few brave warriors with great luck will stand out in this war, turn over serfs and sing them into a legend on the grassland that will last for decades.

At the southern mountain pass hundreds of miles away from them, a plump girl shook her braids on both sides and looked at the mountains, rivers and rivers in the south with her longing eyes.

After seeing it, she looked back at the troops resting in the mountains. There were 5,000 strong men and craftsmen, and they were skillful in bowing and horses. They were gifts from her father and brothers who loved her.

She was a proud skylark on the grassland, captured by a man who could shoot willows.

She goes wherever he goes.

He wanted to fight, so she would go with him to fight.

She is not as beautiful as the Han women. Her skin has been polished by wind and sand for eighteen or nineteen years. There are obvious calluses on the palm of her hands. The inner side of her legs is no longer delicate because of riding a horse. She has never read a book and only knows how to make cheese, make wine, barbecue, and ride horses and fight. She only knows these things.

After a whistle, the knights who had finished resting were on their horses one after another. The shepherd took away the horses that had been walking for a long time, went to the secret valley to grazing, and then sent them back after they were raised.

Thousands of knights rushed down the mountains and walked between the mountains, rivers and rivers in the north of Changli, looking for traces of the enemy and traces of that person.

Judging from the map, two iron pliers, one west and one north, have already surrounded them.

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Ma Shijinwai once again reproduced the shocking scene of Zhou Ruyun a year ago.

Some ships, manpower and utensils were slightly lost at sea, but everyone had no time to be sad and soon began to take over Lushun's defense and carry out the next round of city building.

Ding Zhuang, who set up villages at various hilltops, received orders to complete all the equipment, collect food and grass, and then head north to Xiangping.

More than 4,000 people from the First Battalion of the Yellow Head Army set out first.

Zeng Yi was wearing leather armor, carrying a wooden sign he had used for countless years, and carrying a ring-headed knife, walking on the side of the queue.

On the hilt of the mulberry wood knife, his son carved the word "Zeng".

Whenever he sees this, he is very satisfied.

One generation is better than another. He has never read a book, but his son has the opportunity to read and read, which is better than anything else.

After they took the path of studying, Zeng Yi felt that he should not leave any enemies for the children, so as not to abandon his pen and join the army in the future and fight.

He is old, but he is still able to fight and is quite agile. Some thieves are not a problem in his eyes.

In the Battle of Guangwu, Tuoba Xianbei cavalry rushed forward, and countless men went on one after another, blocking the thieves to death, and then knocking them down. Such a difficult battle has come, what are the differences between Murong Xianbei?

The sea breeze blows gently, and the waves are still there.

A long queue was walking on the coast, mixed with the smell of side van paint and wood, which gradually calmed down his heart. On the way, he encountered a light cavalry of the tribe under Murong Ren. Zeng Yi scolded them without hesitation to be lazy and step up the march.

The Xianbei people were timid. They were poor and had to lead their horses and walk along, follow the Daliang King's Army, and head north in a mighty way.

Along the way, people gathered all the way.

In mid-May, the weather in Liaodong was cool and the grass was green. Twenty thousand infantrymen were pulling a long queue, and their morale was high.

They walked from May to June, from late spring to early summer.

The once arrogant Xianbei prince retreated and hid in the Xiangping area, gathered people everywhere, trying to stop them from advancing north.

Murong Ren personally cut off his younger brother Murong Jun's head because he conspired to incite rebellion. At the same time, he also expressed his opinion to the Daliang King's Army that he and Murong had no match.

On the sea west of Liaodong County, there were boats rafting northwards, and the cabin was filled with food and equipment, and there was almost no place to stay.

Standing on the top of the mountain in Liaodong County, overlooking it, you can see the sea and sky, boats are like clouds, carriages and horses are like dragons.

After Pingguo gathered the thousands of cavalry that Murong Ren finally praised, the army easily took Xinchang, and then went straight to Xiangping along the dry plain between the hills and the Liaoze.

In early June, Murong Ren personally took the bow and arrow, led the crowd to clash, and defeated the cavalry of the Yiyi unit of the Liaodong Guardian Army.

On the third day of June, the army arrived at the city of Xiangping and began to fill the swamp and dig trenches.

On the fourth day of the day, Yi Yi fought again and was defeated by Murong Ren again.

Murong, who was only eighteen years old, had little experience in the puppet war, and the entire army had only 10,000 infantry and cavalry. After losing two consecutive battles,
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