Kurdo's face was gloomy and his eyes were fixed on the outside of the tent, and he had not answered for a long time. Guerdan knew that the brave general of Luo Beiren was in a fierce ideological struggle, so he stopped forcing the other party and stood patiently waiting for the other party's decision.

"Chief Guerdan, where is the supply point of the Tanghe people now?" Kurdo finally broke the dullness, and at the same time turned his eyes back to the huge map hanging on the tent wall.

"The Tanghe people used a large number of transport vehicles this time. When they were moving west, these transport vehicles followed the army westward. We didn't expect him to do this, because their baggage convoys were all following several divisions and we were not ready to attack their army. According to the information we have now, they transported enough grain for two months at one time, and now they are stockpiled on the shore of Boyue Lake, about ten miles away from our original settlement. "Guerdan quickly contributed the information obtained by his side. "They built a lot of wooden grain stocks, but they were very close to the garrison of their army, and their defense was very tight. Usually there were about one division guarding them."

"Well, it seems that the purpose of Tanghe people is to have a protracted war with us and to drag us down. Unexpectedly, Li Wufeng really dared to ignore the changes in the situation within the Eastern Empire and to kill us." Kurdo touched the short beard under his jaw and pondered for a long time before he said, "If we can solve their logistics supplies in one fell swoop, Chief Guerdan, what do you think they will do?"

"Then they only have two roads. They either transport food and grass from Qingyang again, or they can only withdraw their troops quickly." Gu Erdan seemed to understand the meaning of the other party's words, "And they are more likely to withdraw their troops, because it is afraid that it will not be possible for a week to mobilize food and grass from Qingyang and transport it to the banks of Daoboyue Lake."

"Hmph, one week? A lot of things are enough to happen." Koldo said with a grin, "If they can destroy their grain warehouse, their only way out is to withdraw their troops immediately. Otherwise, if there is no grain, how long can they last? It will take several days to go from Boyue Lake to Qingyang, and that is the time for us to show off our might."

"However, General, the people of Tanghe have very strict precautions for grain and grass warehouses, and it may be difficult for us to break through their defense line to achieve our goal." Guerdan raised his own question.

"If you can't break through, you have to break through. This is our only way out! At present, the Tanghe people have an advantage in infantry, but they are far inferior to us in number. My idea is that we will concentrate most of our troops to take a decisive battle. Well, it should be said that we will concentrate the main forces to attract the opponent's main forces head-on. Then, you will draw 40,000 elite troops, plus my 10,000 cavalry. I want to take advantage of the situation and be able to break through their defense line to defend the granary and completely destroy their granary." Kurdo came up with his own plan.

"General, have you ever thought about these granaries being theirs. They probably won't be fooled easily, right?" Guerdan still had doubts.

"It depends on the attack pressure you created on the front. Although Li Wufeng is cunning, he is not a prophet who is as expected. He would not easily draw the troops defending the rear to the front line at the beginning, but when they are facing the danger of defeating the front line in the north, he may consider it. In addition, I think we can also use other auxiliary means to confuse them. We can make the bluff, make Li Wufeng think that we are attacking the whole army, and we can also let the raid troops leave first, detour further south, and prevent being discovered by the scouts of the Tanghe people. Taking several steps, I think we should have a great chance of winning." Kurdojian was still a little worried and said, "Chief Guerdan, there is only this path at the moment. If you want to defeat the Tanghe people, the only way is to drag it down, but since the current situation does not allow it to drag it down like this, we have to take this risky path."

Standing on the watchtower, Wufeng looked at the yellow clouds rising from afar with his hands on his back. It was the dust brought by countless war horses galloping. Although it was still eight miles apart, Wufeng, who was standing on the platform, still felt the trembling of the earth. The Mot cavalry who were dispatched in full swing line formed a few miles wide and rushed over, like a muffled sound of thunder. The three attack clusters were like three waves of attack waves and waves toward the Northwest Army camp in front.

The black infantry front was like a low city wall that was acquainted with each other and slightly curved to protect the central army. The thick tower shield looked particularly light in the hands of Gao Yue soldiers. The five-meter-long improved horse-rejecting rifle was inserted into the ground three layers in a row, forming a terrifying defense line. The soldiers looked serious, and the sharp Pu sword had been unsheathed, waiting for the arrival of the cruelest moment.

The iron cavalry was thundering, with thousands of hooves flying, shouting and blowing the terrifying bison horn, the first wave of the Mots' attack group finally reached the best speed after a few minutes of running-up. The first thing to fight them was the routine baptism of arrow rain. The hard-horned long bow made of iron mulberry wood was still far away from two hundred meters away. These soldiers wearing simple iron armor and leather armor were still quite lethal. They curled up and shrank their heads. The alert Mots made preparations calmly after entering the range of the bow and arrow. Although this did not avoid the slaughter of arrows, after all, this could minimize the attack surface and win more survival opportunities.

The unlucky knights were shot in the armor and screamed and fell down. They soon turned into flesh and blood under the iron hooves that followed their comrades. They didn't have time to be sad for them. The tide of guns after tide were already rushing towards them with a thunderous aura. Faced with such a fatal weapon, any blocking and covering was useless. The only way was to pray for the blessing of the gods and urge the mount under the crotch to speed up through this area.

The bad luck has not ended. When the cavalry was only a few dozen meters away from the enemy's front, they discovered that two huge trenches suddenly appeared in front of them. While exclaiming and adjusting their pace, they cursed loudly about why the damn scouts did not even find such an obvious trap. However, they had already approached ten meters away and had no choice. If they hesitated, they would press the iron stream from behind them into meat pie. The only way was to rush up with their teeth and use their bodies to pave a way for their companions behind them!

The tragic actions of the Mott Cavalry, who was sacrificing their lives, even Wufeng, who was a hundred meters away, felt the thrilling feeling. The waves of impact hit the trench rain and guns, and the flesh and blood were fighting with the mechanical force. The result can be imagined. Thrilling howls came one after another. The cavalry gathered in front of the trench were forced to put down their spears and fight back with the bows and arrows in their hands, but without any cover, how could they fight with the professional archers and gunsmen who were covered tightly? Waves of arrows and guns were like a huge flesh-and-blood grinder, and the poor Mott Cavalry became the abrasives in the millstones.

The first wave of charge soon disappeared under several blows from the northwest defense line. The few remaining Mot cavalry finally crossed the avenue raised by countless companions with flesh and blood and launched an attack on the Third Division of the Northwest First Legion, which was the main force. The shouts and the sound of metal and iron attacks were mixed together, and the close-killing hand-to-hand combat finally kicked off.

When the first wave of impact was blocked, Guerdan had already gritted his teeth and made the second wave of impact cluster make the final preparations. This is a battle that concerns his own destiny. No matter how much the price he paid, he had to find a way to break the opponent's front and force the opponent to join the reserve team. Guerdan had only this idea in his mind.

When the first wave of attack group finally fell on the powerful northwest defense line, the second wave of attack group did not give the soldiers of the third division any breathing opportunity, sweeping in with a *like momentum. With the flesh-and-blooded path raised by their companions, the second wave of attack group was much smoother. Although it was a simple iron armor protection, the horses also had simple locks and added simple protection, but there were fewer casualties in the energy rain of arrows and gun strikes, and tens of thousands of black spears were simultaneously

It was raised, and as soon as it approached the tower shield front, the cavalry's spears swung towards the tower shield. The deafening loud noise was like a thunderbolt sounding in half a day. Countless spears used the gaps in which the tower shield were shaken open and stabbed in. Almost at the same time, the body of countless Mott cavalry was deeply penetrated. The red blood slid down the long horse-repelling rifle. The sound of the rupture of the skull seemed so dull. There was no idea. Only killing the opponent was the tragic hand-to-hand combat.

Even though Gao Yue's heavy infantry had strong defense capabilities, the defense line continued to appear under the impact of several times his cavalry. However, every time a gap appeared, the soldiers behind him immediately filled it. Later, the frequency of the gap appeared higher and higher, and the scale of the gap became larger and larger. Mu Lige, who was standing in the back line to supervise the formation, had to invest his reserve team in, so he barely curbed the opponent's crazy offensive.
Chapter completed!