Country and Beauty

The weather in the lunar month was already very cold. The Yellow River would freeze at night, but the ice was too thin to bear a person's weight, let alone a horse.

During the Qin and Han Dynasties, the Huns used to cross the river during the Ice Age of the Yellow River during the severe winter. Of course, in the river-bed regions, the rivers were gentle and could be swam during the summer when the waters were dry. The water there was only 1.2 meters deep, but it definitely wouldn't stop flowing as often as it was now.

In winter, the rainfall obviously decreased, and the Yellow River also entered its dry season. The river surface was only about three kilometers, otherwise, the river surface would be more than twice as wide in the rainy season. The Yellow River flows rapidly and there is a saying in history that "the Yellow River does not bridge the world".

Liu Kun chose to cross the river at a location within the flat land region. As someone of the future, Xie Fei knew that the Luoyang's Yellow River Road was wider than three kilometers and the opening was more than four kilometers. The width of the Yellow River Ferry in Ping Lu County was only slightly more than a kilometer, and the distance between the flat land and Luoyang was not too far. The infantry was a two-day journey. If the cavalry attacked, it would only take half a day.

Liu Kun led Xie Fei and rushed to the Ferry's entrance. Looking from afar, they saw that the Ferry was brightly lit, and the place was bustling with noise and activity.

The ancient people didn't have big machines, so they couldn't build bridges on the Yellow River. However, the smart ancient people also had ways to cross the river in the summer. That is to use the sheepskin raft, commonly known as the "steak", is an ancient waterborne tool. It is made up of a dozen puffy goatskins.

It was wedged together under the wooden strip. Ancient poetry: "a reed in a place like this, Ling Wanxing is at a loss." The scene where the raft broke through the turbid waves and crossed the perilous beach.

Making the sheepskin raft required a great deal of cutting skill, and the whole piece was slowly removed from the neck of the sheep, without cutting it in any way. After peeling off the sheep's hair, the skin would expand by blowing on it. After pouring in a small amount of oil, salt, and water, the head, tail, and limbs of the skin would be tightly bound. The sun-dried skin would be yellowish brown and transparent, making it look like a bulging cylinder. Using hemp rope, he tied the hard wooden sticks of the willow tree into a square wooden frame. Then, he tied several wooden sticks horizontally and tied the tires one by one under the wooden sticks. Then, the raft would be completed. The lambskin raft was small and light in size, and it ate shallow water. It was very suitable for navigation in the Yellow River, and all the parts could be taken apart and carried.

Now, the sheepskin rafts offered to tourists on the banks of the Yellow River are all small rafts tied up by 13 fetuses in a row around the middle of four, weighing more than 20 pounds and able to seat five people. It is said that the largest sheepskin rafts of the past had 600 tyres, capable of carrying 15 tons of weight), which were tied side by side to a thin wooden frame. Sheep rafts were large and small. The largest rafts were made from more than 600 sheepskin bags, about 12 meters long, 7 meters wide and six handfuls of pulp, and weighed between 20 and 30 tons.

Xie Fei saw that there were no less than a thousand people bustling with activity at the ferry. They had used hemp rope to tie up the hard wooden sticks of the willow tree to a square wooden frame, and then placed a few wooden sticks on it. Like this, a sheepskin raft was assembled.

As the flow of water at the ferries was not urgent, Liu Kun did not let anyone rely solely on the lambskin raft to ferry people across. Although the size of the lambskin raft could be carried by several tens of people, the number of lambskin rafts needed by the near forty thousand strong army was definitely an astronomical figure. Liu Kun was only an infantry soldier, he only had a small number of cavalry scouts used for scouting purposes. Liu Kun asked his men to assemble the sheepskin raft and used the sheepskin raft to form a temporary floating bridge.

Toward the end of the night, a floating bridge that was two miles long and wide was completed.

Liu Kun gave the order: "All soldiers, follow the order and cross the river. Set up camp at Three Gate Gorge.

According to legend, the Three Gate Gorge was a place where the Godly Axe could split mountains into three gorges: the "Men Gate", the "God Gate", and the "Ghost Gate". The river was divided into three streams by the "Ghost Stone" and the "God Stone".

These days, the soldiers of the Union Army had been marching desperately. Every soldier was exhausted, but when they heard that they could rest after crossing the river, they immediately cheered and cheered with high morale.

The next day at noon, over thirty-five thousand people from the Acropolis Region's Liu Kun Army and nearly forty thousand Black Shirt Army all crossed the Yellow River. Union Army was not in a hurry to travel across the Yellow River, but to rest and set up camp.

Liu Kun knew that these past few days, the soldiers were too tired. If he recklessly went to the Luoyang, not only would he not be able to solve the problem, he would also bury the Union Army. Liu Kun saw that Xie Fei had an exceptional talent and was extremely fond of him.

After settling down the army, Liu Kun went to Xie Fei to find him to discuss poetry and poetry, and Xie Fei secretly felt a headache. Although he could memorize many ancient and famous lines, he was worried about the situation in Luoyang.

However, Liu Kun was Xie Fei's boss, so right now, Xie Fei still had to rely on Liu Kun to support him, so naturally, he did not dare to offend him, and had to deal with him carefully.

The image returned to outside Luoyang. A great battle was about to begin.

It was true that he had defeated Shi Le before, and he wanted to pick up a soft persimmon to bully, but who was Shi Le? He was the strongest person in all of history, from a slave to an emperor. How could he be a soft persimmon?

As for the karma, Shi Le alone was enough to make the Capricorn race side by side with one of the Five Tigers. At that time, the Re Zhao established by Shi Le was the biggest among the Four Great Empires (East Jin, Cheng Han, antecedent, Re Zhao). Shi Le was also the strongest in the Western Jin. The history of the Western Jin Dynasty produced many legends, so Shi Le should be the most famous one.

Victory and defeat was a common occurrence. A single victory or defeat was not enough for a hero. Cao Cao had experienced a crushing defeat at the Red Wall battle, which had laid down the foundation of the Great Wei. Liu Bang had lost more than seventy times in the battle with Xiang Yu, but established the Darkhan Dynasty. Amongst them, the current overlord of the west, Xiang Yu, had actually suffered a crushing defeat. He was still thinking of Xiang Yu, and was not willing to pass Jiangdong, so if Xiang Yu passed the Jiangdong, it was not impossible for Xiang Yu to have the chance to rise again. Of course, it was hard to say whether or not Liu Bang had won in the end.

Qin Wang and Fu Jian of the former Qin Empire in the period of the Wuhu Sixteenth Nation were the greatest. Indeed, before the Water War, he performed no worse than any saint in Chinese history. However, after the great battle, it was as if they were two different people. At that time, Qin Guan was still strong and had the opportunity to regain his former glory, but he could not face failure and could not handle all aspects of the relationship between them. This was a fatal weakness of Fu Jian's character, and could not surpass his own.

Someone would definitely mention Murong Chui. He was someone who would never lose. He had lost to Huan Wen, the invincible notable general of the East Jin Dynasty. After the great battle, with Fu Jian's troops being defeated like a mountain, Murong Chui stood out once again and turned the tides. He was able to rely on his own strength to fight against the high morale Northern Residence Army and save Fu Jian. In the history of the Wu Hu, Murong Chui was definitely a myth, to the point that a "Murong Chui died" rumor was able to cause the entire army of Yan State to crumble.

Shi Le was definitely Shi Le, he was different from Xiang Yu. Although he and High Ancestor Liu Bang had been defeated many times, he became braver the more they fought back. Finally, he had succeeded.

In the beginning, Shi Le had been defeated by the attacks of the low levelled clan cavalry, but under the fierce attacks of the low levelled tribe officer, Shi Le's army was defeated like a mountain.

summoned all one hundred thousand cavalrymen out of the hundred thousand soldiers of Wang Jun's army, and Wang Jun immediately ordered people to fight against the battle drum, the "thump thump thump" sound of the battle drum resonating throughout the sky. Duan Fu roared and took the lead as he rushed towards the direction of Shi Le's army. Duan Fu's gaze paused in front of the army for a moment as he sized up the enemy's army formation. Afterwards, he urged his horse to gallop forward, arriving at the central area between the two sides before he pressed his horse to stand.

"I am the subordinate of the Divine General Mighty. Who dares to fight against me, you scoundrels!"

Shi Le heard the name of Duan Jiu Chen, who was fighting in front of the formation. Because of last year's great battle at Wyvern Mountain, he had suffered a great defeat, but to him, this was his entire life's worth of disgrace and humiliation. There was a saying that when enemies meet each other, they would cause him to frown, and fury would rise up in his heart as he immediately asked the generals beside him, "Who will go and kill this arrogant barbarian?"

Shi Le's army also had the remnants of the tragic battle with the wyvern. When they saw Duan Jiu Chen fighting in front of the formation, they were so shocked that their faces turned ashen. The battle at Wyvern Mountain had always been a nightmare for them. All the remnants of the battle at Wyvern Mountain looked at each other in every way, with a hint of fear emanating from the depths of their hearts.

Shi Le's ice-cold gaze slowly swept past the faces of the generals beside him. All of the generals felt guilty towards Shi Le as they all lowered their heads, not daring to meet Shi Le's aggressive gaze.

It seemed like the shadow of the battle at Wyvern Mountain had not dissipated for a long time in the hearts of the soldiers. Shi Le's expression was not good as he looked towards his trusted aides, Guo Ao, and the others. Guo Ao was one of the elders that followed Shi Le to start the battle. This person was bloodthirsty, aggressive, and abnormally fierce.

Guo Ao said, "This general is willing to cut off this person's head and offer it to you!"

Shi Le nodded his head and agreed to Guo Ao Ji's decision. Actually, Shi Le had many capable fighters under his command, but when facing his own opponents, he was the first to show fear.

Guo Ao rode his horse out of the battle formation and reined in his warhorse about ten steps away from Duan Danchen. He shouted, "I am Guo Ao of the Eighteen Swallow Horses."

Although he was from a low and fresh tribe, he had heard of Shi Le's Eighteen Swallow Cloud Horses. One of them was saying, "Eighteen Swallow Cloud Horses, unable to match up to the speed of thunder, sweeping them like a leaf, able to rival ten thousand people." Yan Yun Eighteen Cavalry, quick, ruthless, decisive, and elite.

The two generals did not immediately start the battle. Instead, they faced each other from a distance of more than ten meters, as a majestic aura emanated from them. Although it was just two people, it gave off the feeling of two great armies fighting each other.

The warriors on both sides couldn't help but hold their breaths as they watched the two people in the arena nervously.

At this moment, it was as if the entire atmosphere of the battlefield had frozen over, giving off the feeling of a brief period of calm before the arrival of a storm. The dead silence was so oppressive that the soldiers on both sides did not dare to breathe out. They both loved the fight that was about to break out between the two, and they both hoped that their generals would win.

Although Duan Jiu Chen was secretly surprised, he was not stupid. On the surface, he revealed a disdainful sneer. He did not control his warhorse and immediately stood on the spot with his right hand holding his thick mace.

Seeing how the other party was looking down on him, Guo Ao was infuriated. One of the reasons was that he was infuriated by the other party's actions, and as he bared his teeth, he let out a loud cry and swung the crescent blade in his hand.

The crescent sabre was a short sabre, and one inch long and one inch strong. Compared to Guo Ao's crescent sabre, Duan Yi's mace was three feet long, with both good and bad points.

At this moment, Duan Jiu Chen suddenly moved. He used the tail of his rod to deflect the scimitar, and then swept it away at a lightning speed.

Guo Ao's crescent shaped scimitar also had an advantage. The crescent moon scimitar, the saber in his left hand to defend, the saber in his right hand to attack. It could be said that he had both offense and defense.

"Dang!" A golden sound rang out. The two of them separated upon contact. Then, the two changed their positions. Duan Fu urged his horse to charge towards Guo Ao's direction, while Guo Ao did the opposite.

The moment the expert made a move, he immediately knew if there was any. The two of them looked at each other deeply and thought to themselves, "What great strength!"

Guo Ao raised his crescent moon scimitar high and spurred his horse towards Duan Jiu Chen. With an imposing manner and impressive might, it was like a ferocious beast from ancient times.

Guo's horse was not equipped with stirrups. He carried a saber in both hands and had no reins in his hands. The way he rode was surprising.

The Shi Le soldier suddenly let out an earth-shattering shout, causing the excited emotions of the Huns to rise to the peak.

However, Shi Le did not reveal a happy expression. Instead, he frowned, and his face showed a gloomy expression. His skill was not weak, so he understood one principle. That was that in a battle of momentum, the one who would be the first to attack would often be the weaker party.

In just a few blinks of an eye, the two passed by each other. Almost at the same time, a loud 'bang' sound suddenly rang out. It was the sound the two of them made when they met. The two of them turned their horses around and continued their chase. After a few rounds, the two of them started fighting.

Shi Le looked over from afar, only to see the two of them fighting back and forth, the battle was extremely intense. Their roars could be clearly heard even in the midst of the tens of thousands of people's shouts. The two of them attacked and defended, neither side winning. Although Guo Ao was fierce, he was inferior to Duan Fu in terms of looks. First of all, there was the problem of his endurance. The longer time passed, the longer it took for Guo Ao to defeat him.

The more Guo Chi fought, the more shocked he became, but the more excited Duan Fu became, the faster he swung his mace, and the more imposing he became. On the other hand, his opponent Guo Ao frowned, beads of sweat forming on his forehead, as if he was finding it increasingly difficult to keep up.

The two of them had fought for close to thirty more rounds, and Guo Ao was already clearly unable to hold on. As Duan Jiu Chen's advantage grew more and more obvious, the shouts of the fresh and inferior army soldiers became louder and louder, while the shouts of the Shi Le Army became increasingly weak and weak. It could be imagined that in the battle between the two armies, the victor of the battle with high morale, especially the one-on-one battle before the battle, had a huge impact on the morale of both sides.

Shi Le's face became worse. One had to know that Guo Ao was one of his elders, named as his subordinate. He was actually a brother, or maybe even more.

Seeing that Guo Ao was about to be defeated, Shi Le did not argue whether it was fair or not, and ordered the two thousand vanguards to attack.

The two thousand forward roared and rushed out. Almost at the same time, two to three thousand riders rushed out from the Xianbei army's army formation.

Two or three thousand riders from each side rushed down the gentle slope, heading straight for the center of the field.

Just like that, a duel became a group fight.

Under Duan Jiu's storm-like attacks, Guo Ao appeared to be in imminent peril. At this moment, Duan Jiu suddenly shouted, "Die rat!" As he spoke, he swung his blade horizontally to block the incoming attack. However, this attack was just a feint. With a twist of his wrist, the attack turned into a smash. It was too late for Guo Zhi to change his move now. After all, Guo Ao had been in battle for a long time. How much experience did he have? Instinctively, he jumped off his horse. Although his movements were extremely bedraggled, he was barely able to dodge Duan Yi's killing move.

While he's sick, take his life. It was human nature to beat a drowning dog up, so how could Duan Yi let go of Guo Ao so easily. He immediately urged his warhorse to chase after him. But just at that moment, Shi Le's forward camp suddenly arrived. The other seventeen Swallow Cloud Knights rushed past Duan Jiu Chen like a howling gust of wind. With a flash of their blades, a curved blade flew towards him.

This Yan Yun Eighteen Knights received benefits but did not lead the troops. They belonged to Shi Le's personal guards or bodyguards, and all of them had strong skills, although they were not as strong as Guo Ao, the difference was not large. After many years of working together, Yan Yun and Yan Yun had a very good understanding of each other. With just a single glance, they could easily understand each other's intentions.

He could defeat a single Guo Ao, but if all eighteen riders attacked him at the same time, even if the Western Chu Overlord was reborn, and the Three Kingdoms' King Lu Bu reappears, it would be difficult for him to fight all four of them with two fists, and even if he could not handle all the wolves, they would only be able to escape in a sorry state. Seeing that the situation was out of the ordinary, Duan Fu retreated out of the array.

At this time, the vanguard battalion of the Fresh Subordinate Tribe had also rushed over to Duan Fu's side.

Guo Ao was defeated miserably, losing face as well. He couldn't help but turn angry from embarrassment, thus he took these small fish and small shrimps to vent his anger. Both of his hands wielded the crescent blades, and he brandished them left and right. It was as if he had encountered a tornado. Occasionally, there would be a strong force that would send him flying into the air, accompanied by a rain of blood. The other eighteen riders also charged towards their vanguard camp.

The two sides immediately engaged in a chaotic battle. Under the lead of the eighteen Yan Yun Cavalry, Shi Le's troops were like tigers that had entered a pack of wolves. They stirred up waves of bloody mist in the fresh and inferior army, and wails resounded through the entire space.

After a moment of fierce battle, the valiant fresh and inferior army of the Valkyrie actually lost under the fierce attack of the Eighteen Swallow Horsemen of the Eighteenth Swallow Horse.

Seeing that the frontlines were showing signs of collapsing, he immediately ordered, "Warriors, charge at me and tear these bastards to shreds!"

Ruan Bao and Tuoba were afraid that Duan Jiu Chen had already achieved something. The two of them saw that if Duan Jiu Chen defeated Shi Le, he would be recognized by Emperor Huai. They even gave him rewards, saying that there would definitely be brave men under such great rewards. Ruan Bao rushed towards Wang Mi's left wing. As for Tuoba Lu, he directly attacked towards Liu Cong.

Even though Huns was good at riding and shooting, the fresh and inferior clansmen were not bad either. Duan Jiu Chen had never learned any military strategy to arrange formations, he only knew that once they started charging, they would just be attacking the dense lines. When facing on a narrow path, the brave will prevail. But not to mention that even under Duan Ren's ferocious and disorderly attacks, there were very few signs of defeat.

Shi Le's troops were the first to shoot down a rain of arrows. Many of the people from Department Head Duan fell to the ground after getting shot by the arrows. However, the rain of arrows did not stop the army from advancing. The fresh and inferior army soldiers continued to move forward quickly with their shields on top of their heads. In addition, there were strong crossbow s behind them that were responsible for suppressing the enemy's crossbow archers.

Accompanied by soul-shaking wails, the soldiers of both sides fought desperately on the battlefield, neither giving up on the other.

The Huns was fierce and aggressive, the fresh and low level soldiers were not bad, the huge casualties did not stop the fresh and low level cavalry, but instead caused the wild and untamed nature of the soldiers to surge, countless of people raised the weapons in their hands.

Behind Shi Le's army, there was a group of elites standing in formation on a slope. These people were all wearing heavy armor. Only their noses were exposed, and even their warhorses were covered in thick armor at the area under their eyebrows.

Even though he had suffered countless defeats in his life, he still could not defeat's will to fight. Shi Le was not as discouraged in the face of defeat as the others, but the more frustrated he got, the braver he became. When Liu Cong attacked the Luoyang for the second time, Liu Cong was completely defeated by Beigong Chun's Western Lion Cavalry. Compared to the Western Lion, the Huns's physique was not weak either. However, although the heavy armor had a strong defense, his speed was not very fast, as he was not allowed to have both fish and bear claws.

Heavy riding was as important as light riding. Light riding was an assault force, and heavy riding was used to break through formations. Shi Le had spent a large sum of money to build a Heavy Cavalry Troop, but there weren't many of them. Forget about fighting battles, even if an ordinary person could move, it would still be a problem as long as they wore over eighty kilograms of heavy armor. Shi Le picked two thousand of the more than forty thousand strong ones and armed them with heavy armor, forming a heavy cavalry unit. It was also his trump card.

The light cavalry had an innate advantage over the infantry, but facing the heavy cavalry soldiers, the light cavalry would be like an armored car facing a tank, arguing between the strong and the weak, with no chance of victory. It was a one-sided massacre. But having said that, although the light cavalry was disadvantaged against the heavy cavalry, the light cavalry had one advantage, if the light cavalry wanted to escape, the heavy cavalry could only look at the sky and sigh.

Chief Duan could not help but turn back to look at his troops. He noticed that his soldiers all had slightly depressed expressions on their faces. "Warriors, listen up. Behead every enemy. Reward the sheep. Ten catties of wine!"

As the order was passed down, the cavalry passed back and forth between the troops. The order was quickly passed down. After a while, the Xianbei army began to act according to Duan Jiu Chen's wishes.

If there was a way to reward someone, there would be a brave man! They were as excited as if they had drunk stimulants, they shrieked and rushed towards the Shi Le Army. Compared to the low level soldiers, they were born for war, fighting and fighting was the only meaning of their existence.

Both armies surged forward like a raging flood. The deafening sound of the horse's hooves shook the earth. A thick atmosphere of slaughter swiftly filled the entire battlefield.

The charge of the Xianbei member was very unique to the nomadic peoples, they raised their blade high up in the air, waving it around while shouting out strange cries. Of course, when they were far away, they would draw their bows and shoot arrows.

Sabers like flesh, arrows as blood, on the battlefield more than just one miserable word?