Guiyi Fei Tang

Chapter 48 Confrontation between the two armies
"Sorry..."

"Moo..."

On the grassland, the sky is like a canopy, the wind sweeps the earth, and the grass shakes like a green sea.

On this waist-high grassland, thousands of Uighur herdsmen wearing fur coats and holding short bows and arrows were waiting for the order from the front to attack.

In front of them, hundreds of well-equipped Uighur cavalrymen stood on their horses with swords drawn, intimidating all directions.

The gray-brown armor rustled in the wind, and the feathers on the iron helmet trembled slightly with the movements of its owner.

There was a wild light flashing in their eyes. The leader was only fifteen or sixteen years old, but he held his chin high and looked arrogant.

Opposite them, more than a hundred Shazhoutang riders gathered together, like tigers on the prairie, ready to attack at any time.

The bright armor of both sides reflected the sun's rays, telling of their elite strength.

In the distance, the herds of cattle driven by the Uighurs were like white clouds on the green grassland, and tens of thousands of cattle, sheep and horses were leisurely grazing on the grass roots.

Looking at their own pastures being wantonly devoured by the Uighur herds, the anger and hostility of the Shazhou soldiers were like molten lava about to erupt, and just a slight impulse would lead to devastating consequences.

In this tense confrontation, Zhang Chang, who had a volatile personality a few months ago, now stood firmly in front of the formation like a solitary peak.

His eyes were also filled with anger, but he was not blinded by anger.

On the contrary, it was because he stood in front of the battle and remained calm at all times that the Shazhou soldiers were able to resist the urge to draw their swords.

They were waiting, waiting for Zhang Chang's military order, and Zhang Chang was also waiting, waiting for his backbone, the man who had saved him from danger several times.

"Susu..."

The wind on the grassland carries the scent of earth and grass, mixed with a hint of gunpowder about to explode.

As the standoff between the two armies lasted longer and longer, the atmosphere here became so heavy that the air seemed to freeze.

At this moment, dust was flying in the south, and hundreds of soldiers in shining armor rode towards them on horseback.

"Drive! Drive!"

The wind blows the flags and the cavalry gallops wildly.

With the appearance of dozens of Sanchen flags and hundreds of armored soldiers, the Huihe side, which had originally had a somewhat contemptuous attitude, immediately became riotous.

"Zhang Chang!"

"General!"

Liu Jilian was wearing armor and riding a horse with no less than two hundred armored soldiers.

The person leading the Third Regiment at this time was Zhang Huairong's cousin Zhang Huaijian. However, his ability to lead troops was average, and most of the time he was assisted by Jiu Juyan and Chen Jingchong.

As for Zhang Chang, Ma Cheng, Geng Ming, Li Ji and others, they were reorganized into the fourth and fifth regiments by Liu Jilong.

Seeing Liu Jilian appear with two hundred armored soldiers, Zhang Chang hurriedly rode over and pointed his whip at the Uighurs in the distance.

"That's Yaoluoge Xiali, the grandson of Ganzhou Uighur Khan. They asked us to leave the pasture!"

"Not only that, he also sent people to the north of Longshou Mountain to call for more Huihe people!"

"General, you tell me whether we should take action or not!"

At this moment, Zhang Chang seemed like a child who had seen his parents, and kept complaining to Liu Jilong.

Upon hearing this, Liu Jilong frowned and looked towards the Uighur banner in the distance. Under the banner was a young man of about fifteen or sixteen years old.

"go!"

Liu Jilong shook the reins of his horse, and after joining forces, he led three hundred soldiers towards Yaoluo Gexiali.

Although there were only 150 cavalrymen among them and the rest were armored infantry, and there were at least three or four thousand Uighurs on the opposite side, he was not afraid at all.

Having lived in Hexi for seventeen years, he knew very well whether they were Uighurs, the Long family, or the Umu people whom he had never met.

These people are essentially bullies who only bully the weak and fear the strong. Once you show weakness, they will become more aggressive.

"Commander-in-chief, how about we retreat first?"

A general next to Xia Li made a suggestion to him, but the fifteen or sixteen-year-old Xia Li raised his hand to interrupt him.

"A bunch of Han slaves who just defeated the Tibetans by chance. Do they really think that Hexi is their world?"

"Since the Khan has sent me here, I must get this done."

"The grassland south of Longshou Mountain is not only for the Han people, but also for us Uighurs!"

Xia Li called himself a Uighur, not a Huihe. While he was discussing with the general, Liu Jilong had already led 300 armored soldiers to approach them, and the two sides were only a hundred steps apart.

At this time, Liu Jilian slowly raised his left arm, and the three hundred armored soldiers stopped their horses.

Under the gaze of shrewd surprise, Liu Jilian led Zhang Chang, Ma Cheng, Geng Ming and Li Ji on horseback, leaving Zhang Huaijian, Jiu Juyan and Chen Jingchong to lead the troops.

"Captain, do you want to step forward?"

The Uighur general understood Liu Jilian's intention and it seemed that the main generals of both sides would meet.

He wanted to signal Xi Li to come forward, but Xi Li frowned and said, "We have more people, so they should come to see us."

"This..." The general was stunned. The commander-in-chief did not have more people than any other side.

If Xia Li did not go up, his own soldiers would only think that the commander was cowardly and dared not move forward, and their morale would plummet.

"General of the Huihe tribe, are you still afraid of the four of us?"

While Xia Li was unwilling to move forward, Liu Jilian had already led Zhang Chang and four others to a position less than forty steps away from the Uighur army.

If Xia Li ordered his men to shoot arrows at this position, all five of them would be shot like hedgehogs.

Even if they were protected by armor and would not die, the subsequent cavalry charge would trample them into the mud.

"General Tang, our commander-in-chief's military order will not be conveyed a second time!"

Gritting his teeth, the Uighur general rode his horse forward thirty steps and shouted at Liu Jilian from a distance of ten steps.

"From today on, our Uighur herders can graze freely south of Longshou Mountain. The grasslands of Ganzhou also belong to us Uighurs!"

"Uighur?" Liu Jilian frowned. He had only heard of Huihe since he was a child, but had never heard of Uighur.

Facing his doubts, Xia Li rode forward and said arrogantly: "Your Tang emperor has changed our name to Uighur."

"You don't even know this. It seems you are not a citizen of the Tang Dynasty!"

"Bullshit!" Zhang Chang exploded.

They recovered the Hexi Corridor in order to return to the Tang Dynasty.

Now some people say that they are not citizens of the Tang Dynasty. Zhang Chang was so angry that he drew the long sword from his waist.

"What do you want to do!" The Uighur general drew his sword and confronted Zhang Chang, and Xia Li's face also turned black.

Not only them, the Uighur and Shandan soldiers also drew their weapons and the two sides were on the verge of a fight.

At this time, Liu Jilian raised his hand to press down Zhang Chang's knife, and urged his horse forward.

"What are you going to do!"

At first the Uighur general didn't take it seriously, but as Liu Jilian slowly approached, he felt the pressure suddenly increase.

Liu Jilong was tall and the horse he rode was the tallest and strongest horse in Shandan City.

On horseback, Liu Jilong was more than a foot taller than them, and his size could almost cover both of them.

"I come here alone, do I need to be so afraid?"

Liu Jilian's hearty laughter boosted the morale of his own side and suppressed the morale of the Uighurs.

Without waiting for the general to speak, Liu Jilong said: "Whether it is Huihe or Uighur, the area south of Longshou Mountain is the pasture of the Han people."

"I'll give you a quarter of an hour. Take them back to the north of Longshou Mountain. We won't touch the river..."

Before he finished speaking, Xiali, with a gloomy face, suddenly raised his hand.

In a blink of an eye, more than 300 Uighur cavalrymen in armor drew their bows and arrows, aiming at Liu Jilong, Zhang Chang and the other four.

"I said, south of Longshou Mountain..."

"Bang!!"

Without waiting for Xia Li to say anything, almost in the blink of an eye, Liu Jilong pulled out the blunt weapon on the saddle and smashed the horse under Xia Li to the ground with one blow.

The dying cry of the warhorse was so eerie that the Uighur general standing nearby had his hair standing on end and subconsciously looked at Xianli.

Xia Li felt dizzy, and when he subconsciously turned over and squatted, the hammer in Liu Jilong's hand was already pointing in front of him.

He made eye contact with Liu Jilong and felt that Liu Jilong's eyes were cold, as if he was going to kill him with a hammer in the next second.

"I said, retreat back to the north of Longshou Mountain!"

(End of this chapter)