This time, the Guanzhong Army found a place to settle down. The city will have a greater role in the hands of settlers than in the hands of herders. Having a city as a stronghold is equivalent to a support point.

Du Jian did not deliberately restrain his subordinates, and of course he did not deliberately insist on slaughtering the city. The soldiers of the Guanzhong Army did whatever they wanted, but they did not commit any crime during the war, and they obviously thought too much. Not to mention him, even the King of Yan, who was later generations, could not control it, and could only treat it as if he had not seen it.

Leaving three thousand soldiers to defend the city was considered a stable rear, Du Jian was confident. After this battle, the Guanzhong army stood firm on this plateau. As long as Luoyang did not order, they would not leave.

For the Jin Dynasty, although it has not been here for 80 or 90 years, in order to make progress smoothly, the best choice is to use the original city. Even if most cities have long been ruined, it is better to have it than not. At least it can save time to set up camp. Even if the earth wall is broken, it can block the wind and allow the soldiers to have a good sleep.

The Hetao night is still cold this month, and the cold wind blows through it is a test for every soldier who goes to war. The gentry in Luoyang can win thousands of miles away while chatting and laughing. They cannot do it and need to calm down and wait for the next battle.

When the bonfire was lit, some soldiers surrounded the bonfire to keep warm, chatting about family matters three times. As the name suggests, the Guanzhong army is guarding the Guanzhong area. Of course, they are all from Guanzhong. They chat with each other with local accents. Did they burst into laughter?

"To be honest, I don't know why we were asked to come out of Guanzhong and insisted on capturing this ghost place. Once it was frozen into ice at night, what did the people in Luoyang think?" A soldier with grassroots in his mouth was very reluctant. "I heard that only 20,000 people were sent in Luoyang, but ours sent 30,000 troops."

"I'm talking nonsense. I don't know that the harm to Chang'an here is much greater than that to Luoyang. Of course, we have Xiaoguan, but not everyone lives in Xiaoguan. It's not better to drive these Hu people away. It's not better than anything else? We all go to bed early. This war is still early. It's not over in a few months. I'll say the same thing, try to bring you all back and be honest and obedient!" Bo Chang is a middle-aged man. He has obviously been in the army for a long time and said earnestly to his subordinates.

If we look at the progress, the Hejian King army has not reached the battlefield yet, and the two armies of Chang'an and Luoyang have advanced far away. The progress is very fast, and they have not suffered too much losses. It feels like they are invincible. But the more this happens, Sima Xu will be more careful, which is too abnormal.

A commander will take into account all kinds of unfavorable factors. Sima Jitian is afraid of death, and with the mentality of always having troublemakers trying to harm me, he will feel unsure if he doesn't gather a 100,000 army. King Fan Yang is not inferior. The speed of advancement is getting slower and slower, and he will scatter more and more, fearing that the ships will capsize in the gutter.

Finally on this day, the Luoyang Imperial Army encountered an opponent with great strength. A grassland coalition, but Sima Xu could not tell that the other party was a force or a group of people. Because he lived on the Hetao Plateau, his appearance was similar, but from the other party's military formation, it should be the latter.

The two sides raised a military formation that lasted more than ten miles long. Compared with the armor of the Luoyang Imperial Army, the military formation was tight and layered. In the eyes of King Fan Yang, the other party's military formation was obviously a big problem, and it looked like a group of mobs.

The military formations of multi-power coalition forces have obvious loopholes between each other. If the enemy is composed only of the Huns or Xianbei people, even the nomads will not set up such a formation that cooperates with each other without tacit understanding.

"More than 20,000 people, whether to choose the strongest or the weakest!" Sima Xu was wearing armor and observed the other party in detail within the central army's escort.

In his eyes, many tribes live in the Hetao Plateau. The advantage of this is that the combat effectiveness of the time-to-date melee is not too weak, and the disadvantage is that the croaker is pecking each other. Without real experience in the war, the opponent's military formation is equipped with swords and guns, with about 5,000 cavalry. The central imperial guard brought by Sima Xu had 7,000 cavalry. This proportion is very high in the mainland, even higher than the Dongyi School Magistrate Mansion in Pingzhou.

"King, where are we attacking?" Zhou Chu asked the patient King Fan Yang in heavy armor.

"Attack? Can't we wait until the other party loses patience? Maybe the other party will attack first!" Sima Xu seemed to be surprised by Zhou Chu's problem. He actually didn't want to attack actively.

He is worthy of being the same king as the King of Yan. I heard that the two people's bans bordered by the ban, were they all born in Youzhou like this? Zhou Chu was stunned. If Sima Xu and Sima Ji had not had any common ground except for their young age, he would have wanted to rub his eyes, did he see the wrong person?

When it was noon on the sun, many Qianghu could not hold on because they were a little hot. The climate this month had a big difference between day and night, and the wind was biting at night, which caused a lot of trouble at noon. Tens of thousands of people were standing stupidly under the sun, which was really unreasonable.

The most general Sima Xu felt that the time was almost over, so he nodded and ordered the army formation to come out. The war drums rumbling across the battlefield. The central imperial guards formed a cavalry to prevent encirclement. The archer activists in the middle of the army formation had some stiff bodies, took out the arrow clusters, pulled the bow to shoot for a full moon. The advantage of infantry archers over cavalry shooting is that under the same conditions, it is impossible to shoot farther than the archers who were shooting in the stairs. Not everyone can reach the state of unity of man and horses. If an extra horse is added, it will definitely distract some energy under the butt.

Just as the chance of falling on a horse is always greater than walking, the imperial guards did not attack in full, but under the command of the flag, they specifically attacked one of the several military formations, which was the largest one, but they did not know that this military formation was composed of the Huns.

As a military formation jointly organized by multiple tribes, no one wants to be attacked by the key points, even the Huns with the largest number of people. They can resist one round or two rounds, and they are always covered by flying arrow clusters and no one can stand it. In just a short time, nearly a thousand people have screamed under several rounds of bows and arrows. Who can turn a blind eye to this situation? Many people have even begun to get confused.

We can't wait any longer, we can only fight, otherwise even if we win this battle, the Huns will be annexed by other nearby tribes. The Jin army is the enemy, and the so-called friendly forces are hungry wolves. In view of this, the military formation of the grassland coalition finally began to move and rushed forward with casualties.

"Seeing it, it's just a group of mobs." This situation was not beyond Sima Yun's expectations. The coalition forces gathered by many tribes must have such problems. Unity is of course the best, but who has no selfish intentions?

"Your Highness's observation is so admirable to me!" Zhou Chu swept the military formation and immediately ordered the army to form a formation to withstand the opponent's impact. At the same time, the archers protected in the military formation bend down, and every time they bend down, a deadly arrow will be shot out. As the distance narrows the arrow cluster, the power of a round of bows can bring thousands of casualties.

Of course, it is not easy for Qianghu to charge against the arrow formation, but this is a field battle, not a siege. The attacking side must maintain a rigorous formation, rather than running as fast as the sensation. Once the formation is messed up, it will be strangled unilaterally.

Therefore, no matter how anxious the commander of the coalition forces, Antula could only make a calm look on his face and signal to continue moving forward. A layer of corpses were piled up at a distance of about a hundred meters, and even had a slow effect on the military formation behind him.

The coalition soldiers who were howling and charging, covered up the scenes of tragedy in their eyes with loud shouts, until they were shot into a part of the hedgehog pile. Before they died, they could still see their compatriots, howling and continuing to move forward like they were just themselves, "It's really absurd, it's better to surrender!" With such an idea, the soldier's eyes gradually lost their glory, and he no longer had the chance to regret it.

This is equivalent to an invisible death wall standing there, because after a distance of 100 meters, these charging Qianghu encountered crossbow arrows again, and the crossbow arrows were fired much faster than archers. For soldiers like the coalition forces, who were mostly wearing sheepskin, this was the favorite opponent of crossbowers.

Just like the harvested wheat fields, the Qiang and Hu soldiers fell one after another. Five or six thousand people had already become nutrients for the Hetao Plateau, and the rest continued to move forward while walking on the bodies and pools of blood of their companions.

Gradually breaking through the arrow curtain, waiting for them were the spearmen and giant shields, and the archers began to slowly evacuate to a safe distance. At the reflecting spear tip of the sun, Qiang Hu, who had just been wandering on the line of life and death, was shivering. Being shot to death by flying bows and arrows was not the same as hitting himself on the head of the gun. Not being afraid of death does not mean that he took the initiative to seek death. Who wouldn't want to live?

This kind of hesitation is extremely deadly in war. As long as you hesitate for a moment, the side that does not hesitate can reach your death. The battle has entered a white heat. Thousands of Qiang and Hu rushed to the military formation and began to fight with light armored imperial soldiers. In terms of strength and figure, the imperial soldiers dare not say that they are in absolute advantage, but their military formation is more rigorous, the armor is thicker, and the long swords held in their hands are sharper. The most important thing is that when they see a bunch of hedgehogs on the opposite side, their morale is even higher.

The Qiang and Hu, who are used to fighting alone, fly with blood and flesh, is not a good thing. In the end, the coalition forces that are unwilling to fail also put the cavalry on the battlefield. The cavalry generally avoids rushing directly. The Hetao is obviously not in the northeast. There are not many tigers and beasts here, and there is no environment like Murong that requires a high degree of armor.
Chapter completed!