This time, Yuan Nanting had gone to the Huaiyang Pass Protectorate to discuss matters. He had practically slammed the table and glared at Chu Lushan, saying that if this battle did not belong to the White Feather Light Cavalry, then he really would not have the face to go back and be a general. He might as well stay in the Protectorate and be a bullsh * t advisor.
Sensing the movements of the White Feather Light Cavalry behind him, Agudamu immediately felt his scalp go numb. He angrily roared, "Break the formation with me!"
Yuan Nanting, as a major third rank general, was the same as all the other generals of the Beiliang Frontier Army. On the battlefield, they all wore the same type of armor as the soldiers. Of course, Yuan Nanting's personal cavalry was not lacking. This senior cavalry general, who was younger than He Zhonghu and the other founding members, and older than Yu Luandao and the other new nobles, could be said to be a typical example of the core generals of Beiliang. He had experienced the Spring and Autumn War, or it could be said that he had emerged at the end of the war, but he could not be considered to have stood out early. His official climb was only after the Xu family had been conferred the title of King and Vassal in Beiliang. He had relied on the little bit of military service to climb up the ranks step by step. Similar people like Wei Fucheng, Dian Xiongchao, and Ning Emei were mostly like this. However, the attainments of these people in the art of war could not be underestimated. Xu Xiao's words, "Any one of the Beiliang cavalry's captains can be thrown to the Central Plains to be a general of a province", were not completely joking.
Under the protection of many iron armors, Yuan Nanting narrowed his eyes and looked over. The decisiveness of the Dong family's private cavalry general was somewhat unexpected. As for the response of the captains in the north under him, it was within reason.
Yuan Nanting raised his arm and made a gesture. The flood dragon cavalry formation in the south began to bend and move towards the south collectively. However, the speed of the cavalry at the two ends was even faster. Although it seemed like they were facing the Dong family's main cavalry force and had adopted measures to avoid them, their true tactical intent was very direct and efficient. They wanted to let the six thousand Beimang cavalry force miss their target in one spurt of energy while their own five thousand cavalry, especially those in the middle, retreated as they fought. In the end, they formed an arc and cooperated with the three thousand White Feather Light Cavalry in the north to chase after the enemy in the north. It was like catching a turtle in a jar, slowly cutting flesh with a knife, slowly exhausting the spirit of these six thousand cavalry. In this battle of two thousand cavalry against two thousand cavalry, no matter who won or lost, it would not change the outcome of Dong Zhuo's main cavalry force being annihilated.
The White Feather Light Cavalry cunningly avoided battle. Agudamu, who wanted to end the battle quickly, gnashed his teeth in hatred but could do nothing. The feeling of not being able to hit the opponent despite using all his strength was simply maddening.
It was not that the opponent was not strong enough and was afraid to fight, but that they were too fast. All of them were Beiliang B-class warhorses, all of them were dressed in light armor and had abandoned their spears and lances, only carrying sabers and bows. Even if a flaw appeared in their hastily changed formation, as the opponent, the Dong family cavalry, could not catch it even if they saw it.
On the battlefield, only the grassland cavalry could make the Central Plains infantry feel as if they were stuck in mud. The only thing that could make the Beimang cavalry, especially the elite troops of the Dong family's private cavalry, feel as if they were in a swamp was probably this top-class light cavalry among the many Beiliang cavalry forces.
However, Yuan Nanting, who was confident of victory, did not let his guard down. In fact, several crossbowmen on white horses had already arrived at the periphery of the arc formation, telling him that there were six thousand Rouran cavalry reinforcements coming from the north. They would arrive in an hour at the slowest and would be personally led by the martial arts evaluation grandmaster, Hong Jingyan!
Yuan Nanting, who had not stopped his horse from beginning to end, looked at the young faces, especially the one in the middle whose armor was covered in blood. He smiled and asked, "You must be the White Horse Commandant, Li Hanlin?"
That rider nodded and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I am!"
Yuan Nanting smiled and felt a mixture of emotions. The eldest son of the Dao Administrator of Beiliang, Li Gongde, had actually risen to the position of the most precious crossbowman commandant through actual combat at the borders. The young people these days were truly impressive. Their drive was not inferior to that of these old men when they were young, and might even surpass them. It must be known that these old men were barefooted and were not afraid of wearing shoes. Therefore, they were not afraid of anything. They would not lose out if they died, but profit if they lived. They were not like the current group of young people in the Beiliang Frontier Army. This Liangzhou's White Horse Commandant Li Hanlin, Liuzhou's General Kou Jianghuai, and Youqi's General Yu Luandao, who came from a prestigious family in the Central Plains, could be said to be people who were born with a golden spoon in their mouths. If they were in the Central Plains, they would probably spend every night indulging in debauchery, so why would they be willing to roll around in a pile of corpses?
Yuan Nanting inadvertently caught a glimpse of the heads near the saddles of these three riders. As an old general who was used to seeing his fellow soldiers die in battle, he took a deep breath and said, "Commandant Li, I have already received news that Qidang's six thousand cavalry are approaching. They will not enter the battlefield any later than Hong Jingyan's Rouran Cavalry. After this, you crossbowmen can withdraw from the battlefield. Don't try to be brave. You are already the last of our Beiliang scouts. I cannot bear to see you die! Therefore, you and Wei Musheng should quickly clean up the battlefield in half an hour. If I see you all alone here after the Iron Stupa and Rouran Cavalry arrive, I will chase you all out of the crossbowmen, even if you are lucky enough not to die in battle! "
Li Hanlin, who had cupped his fist and accepted the order, finally said in a hoarse voice, "Wei Musheng has already died in battle."
Yuan Nanting was stunned for a moment and remained silent.
Yuan Nanting looked at the backs of the three young riders. At that moment, a thought surfaced in the old general's mind. There were three hundred thousand tombstones in the back of Mount Qingliang. How could he allow the names of young people to continue to increase?
Yuan Nanting turned to look at the six or seven riders in his retinue. Compared to the usual valiant cavalry, there was a slight difference in their demeanor. That sort of composure was not only due to their outstanding martial prowess that they stood out from the crowd, but also because they had a distant aura of the Jianghu.
Yuan Nanting smiled and said, "Experts of the Whispering Chamber, you have all heard the news. It's not good. It's that Great Grandmaster Hong Jingyan who has arrived."
An old man in light armor who had been meditating all this time stroked the sword at his waist and said indifferently, "In short, we can't let General Yuan die in front of us."
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On the battlefield in the heart of the Longyan Plains, Dong Zhuo's main force of six thousand cavalry was in dire straits. The eight thousand White Feather Light Cavalry that Yuan Nanting personally commanded were increasingly at ease as they constantly reaped the heads of the enemy.
The two thousand cavalry under the command of Wuya Lanzi, Yelu Chucai, were engaged in a fierce battle with the White Feather Light Cavalry. Neither side showed any signs of defeat.
The six thousand Iron Stupas of Qi Dang and the six thousand Rouran Cavalry that Hong Jingyan had left without permission met by chance and arrived on the battlefield at almost the same time.
The two armored torrents clashed head on.
The Rouran Cavalry wanted to save the remaining three thousand or so soldiers of the Dong clan, so they charged straight at Yuan Nanting's six thousand cavalry. The Iron Stupas circled around the battlefield of Liang Mang's two light cavalry forces on the left flank.
Light cavalry against light cavalry, heavy cavalry against heavy cavalry!
The six thousand Iron Stupas of Qi Dang were in the center of the frontline. One man, one horse, and one spear, led the charge.
Of the six adopted sons of the old Prince Liang Xu Xiao, Chen Zhibao was a dazzling figure. His military exploits were numerous, and he was the center of attention of the world. The reputation of the White-clothed War Saint was obtained by stepping on the corpse of the Spring and Autumn Armory Ye Baikui. Although he had betrayed Beiliang and was a vassal of Western Shu, it did not diminish his reputation.
Chu Lushan, although infamous in the Central Plains, was destined to leave his name in the annals of history. Afterwards, in the hinterland of Beimang, it was he who stopped Dong Zhuo from winning twelve battles in a row. Not only was he and the King of the Old South Courtyard of Beimang known as the "Northern Dong of Southern Chu", he was also seen as the victim of Dong Zhuo, the great master of the art of war in Beimang.
Yuan Zuozong won the battle of the Princess Tomb. Even the people of West Chu felt it was inconceivable. After the battle, historians and strategists thought highly of him. If it were not for Yuan Baixiong, the Liyang army that Xu Xiao put together would not have had the chance to fight in the Battle of the Western Wall. Now, he would be the commander of Beiliang's cavalry.
Yao Jian and Ye Xizhen were also praised by the imperial court when they were alive. They were not only outstanding scholars, but also good at strategizing. If it were not for the fact that they lost their chastity in their later years, based on their friendship with the young King, it would not be difficult for them to become provincial governors of their respective provinces.
Only Qi Dangguo was not only looked down upon by the Liyang imperial court and the Central Plains officialdom, but also rarely mentioned in Beiliang. He was not even as famous as Ning Emei, a young and strong general. Even his promotion to the Iron Buddha was seen as a nepotism by the new King Liang. It had nothing to do with Qi Dangguo's military talent.
Even the people of Mount Qingliang who were familiar with the affairs of the Xu family did not think much of Qi Dangguo, a general who was brave but not astute. The thing that this person was best at in his life was probably carrying the "Xu" flag and following behind the butcher. His greatest achievement in his life was inexplicably becoming Xu Xiao's adopted son. Mediocre talent, no reputation, and little military merit. This was Qi Dangguo. Before Yao Jian and Ye Xizhen died, Chu Lushan did not want to help speak, and Yuan Zuozong did not want to plead for mercy. Only Qi Dangguo's reverse scale spoke up. At the time, Beiliang Governor-General Chen Zhibao chose to leave Beiliang alone. Chu Lushan was indifferent, Yuan Zuozong coldly looked on from the side, and Qi Dangguo secretly urged him to stay. But in the end, Chen Zhibao did not stay.
How could a person who tried to smooth things over when he should not have done so, win the respect of Beiliang, which valued military merit the most?
Qi Dangguo ran his spear through the chest of a centurion of the Rouran cavalry. With a furious roar, he continued to charge forward. Not only did he bring the corpse of the centurion to the back of his horse, his blood-soaked spear once more stabbed into the chest of another horseman behind him!
Unstoppable.
With Qi Dangguo as the arrowhead, the cavalry formation of the Rouran cavalry was like a hot knife through butter.
On the battlefield on either side of Qi Dangguo, two hundred cavalry from each side had been killed in almost an instant. If someone was unlucky enough to fall off their horse, they would not be beheaded like in a battle of light cavalry. Instead, they would be trampled to death by a charge from the enemy's warhorse. There was no chance of survival.
In a battle of cavalry, falling off a horse meant death.
Four thousand Rouran cavalry entered the formation, leaving two thousand cavalry to watch from afar. In this vast battlefield, they seemed completely out of place.
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