Daigo Ada is not unfamiliar with frost, snow and ice rivers. He was born in Mobei, which is famous for its bitterness and coldness. He followed the sun and went to the Western Regions. After winter, the colder temperatures were even worse than Hehuang. At the coldest time, the entire Bosten Lake would be frozen, like a crystal clear body-poisoned glass mirror.

At that time, try not to run around on horseback. On the other hand, rats and rabbits buried in the snow are hard to guard against, and become the most deadly trap.

The second is the slippery ice surface. There are often young herders who do not listen to their elders' advice and ride horses to sway over the ice lake. As a result, they slipped and slid. The horse was fine, but the person broke his neck.

Therefore, walking on this ice river full of ups and downs, what Daigo Ada and the Qiang people were most worried about was not the Han soldiers with only a few thousand people who went down the river to attack them, but how many casualties would be caused to climb the river bank with the dense crossbow arrows of the Han people. It was not that the Qiang soldiers would be divided into two, so that the Han people could not defend and avoid overwhelming the ice surface.

But when he looked down at the ice surface and walked slowly forward, there was a scream of an alarm coming from the front, and then Daigo Ada heard the sound of the Qiang roar!

"Woo woo woo woo woo woo woo woo!" It's low and long, like the cold wind from the north, making people shudder, this is a warning.

"The Han people are here!"

Although the river water was frozen strongly, there was still water flowing under the thick ice surface. Jian Gongqiang did not dare to gather too much, so it lined up into a long line. At this moment, he had already reached the center of the river, but suddenly stopped.

Daigo Ada raised his head and was stunned to see that the Han people on the shore actually rode down the ice river directly. Four or five hundred cavalrymen walked slowly towards Jiangongqiang. The red and yellow flags fluttered in the wind and flew over the long pole.

The Qiang people found it a bit ridiculous. They were too familiar with this river. No matter how neither side could fight on horseback, the Qiang people were shorter than flat ground and better than valleys. The most powerful thing was melee. The Han people gave up their bows and crossbows and went down to the river to fight in close combat, which was a desperate situation.

The Qiang people were just waiting to see the jokes of Han people turning on horseback, but Daigo Ada was very alert and hurriedly said to Jianliang: "Then Ren Hong has been in the Western Regions for so long, so he will not know that the ice surface is not good for the cavalry. Be careful."

As expected, soon, the Qiang people saw an incredible scene on the mother river that they were so familiar that they could not be more familiar with.

The Han cavalry did not slip and form a mess as the Qiang people imagined. Instead, after the initial tentative steps, they gradually accelerated. As the horses galloped, the horse's hooves, which should have been constantly slipping, seemed to have been cast by some magic, and they stepped firmly on the ice. When they raised their hooves, they lifted up a little ice residue and rushed straight towards Jiangong Qiang!

Pick, this is the soundtrack that Daigo Ada sounded when she was in her infancy. The soundtrack in her dreamland is so familiar that she can tell the number of people when she hears it. Is it an adult or a child?

But this time, the horse's hooves were particularly crisp, as if countless irons were shaking the ice surface!

The Qiang people were stunned by the Han cavalry that was like a divine weapon that fell from the sky. If they were Han soldiers, they would definitely gather under the shouts of the generals at this moment, holding shields and spears to form formations. Although there were hangers on the opposite side, the cavalry still had a much reduced speed on the ice surface, and they were not able to move around well, and it was easy to hit the strong crossbow in front of the strong formation and blood flowing.

Unfortunately, the Qiang people always fight in groups and fight, and they are done with no formation at all.

"Get on the horse!"

"Gather!"

"spread!"

"Arrow!"

"Hold forward!"

"Go back!"

The Han cavalry was approaching in a flash. The Zhonghao and Xiaohao, who were all in Jian Gongqiang, did not wait for Jian Liang's orders, could only issue orders to the subordinates according to the response strategies he could think of.

So there were at least a dozen reactions in the two thousand people's fried Gongqiang: some gathered or scattered, some ridden on horseback and stumbled to face the sword, some took out flying stones and bows and arrows, trying to hit the Han cavalry head-on, some slipped and fell while running, and the stones in their pockets fell all over the ground.

In short, the only good news is that no one escaped, they all stood there and greeted the enemy in their own way. They were not brave, but confused.

Jian Liang was also confused. The commander could not command. He could not hear the reminder from Daigo Ada. The Qiang Hao could only subconsciously pick up his sword, knocked on the shield hard, stood in front, and howled in the loudest voice:

"Standing at a high place, looking at both sides of your eyes;

There were cliffs beside the Haomen River, and the Qiang and Han people stood on one side.

The Qiang people sang back with victory, and blood sprinkled on the snow-capped mountains!"

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"When the battle is coming, will the guardian Qiang lieutenant fight with us? If I fight, I will give seven points of force. If I don't fight, I will only give three points. What about you?"

"If he takes the lead in rushing forward, I will put out eight points, five points side by side with me, and three points behind me."

This was Xin Qingji's conversation between two Lingju County recruiting soldiers. He was so angry at that time. The Lingju people were more and more powerful when they were talking about conditions, but they had their own thoughts when fighting.

Of course, this was before Ren Hong said that "I was looking for a title of marquis from thousands of miles away" to boost morale.

After Ren Hong's encouragement, his morale was completely different. Now the Marquis of Xi'an and the Five Hundred Cavalry went down to the ice together and walked to the forefront. Although they were protected by personal guards, the red and yellow flag showed his position.

Just now, the two recruiters, "73 points" and "85 points", also took the initiative to stand in the front row, screaming, as if they were using a lot of energy. Only the Qiang people in front of them were left in their eyes, and they had long forgotten to keep some strength to protect themselves.

In this kind of small-scale conflict, morale is often more effective than strategy. The Qiang people like the most when fighting is synapses, which are excellent thunder cavalry. Today, Ren Hong will use his own way to do it.

Han Gan treated him as the vanguard and led everyone forward. He could not give orders while galloping. Everyone just gave up on the deployment of the army as Ren Hong had agreed in advance, but instead tied it up in awl shape, stared at his pavilion chief, the village chief and the neighbors, and drove the horse forward.

Acceleration on the ice is not difficult for the two hundred escorts of the escort guards of the Qiang Weiwei Mansion. They practiced on the ice of Wuting Nishui when they were Lingju. The recruiting horses who only came to Haomen were equipped with this item were almost the same. Although grabbing the palms could make the horse stand firmly and run on the ice, dozens of people fell behind due to slipping and falling from this distance alone.

Xin Qingji was wearing a bulky iron helmet, and the cold armor piece wrapped around his head protected his head, only exposing his mouth, nose and eyes. When he got faster, his first feeling was cold, so cold that he rancid.

Xin Qingji had the best fish-scale armor on his body. The equipment of Xi'an Hou was similar to his, so he was considered a "heavy cavalry".

The others were a little bit short, mostly covered with a layer of leather armor, with long or short weapons in their hands, and after running for a mile, there was no formation.

Fortunately, the Qiang people were more disorderly than them and crowded on the ice in a mess. Some Qiang people, led by Zhonghao Xiaohao, stumbled towards them.

But the Qiang horse without nailing the horse's sole and grabbing the palm was really too forced to fight on the ice, and was quickly washed away. Xin Qingji controlled the horse and barely crossed a panicked Qiang horse. The fearlessness of the group won some time for the Qiang people behind, and arrows and stones hit the head and faced.

But they obviously underestimated the courage and skills of these knights. Only a few unlucky guys were caught off guard, while the rest held on to the point of being strong, followed Ren Hong's red and yellow flag, and rushed into the Qiang people, rushing them to pieces.

The carrots that Ren Hong sat down were also covered with a layer of horse armor, and were protected by You Panda and dozens of heavy armored guards. They formed Ren Hong's sword tip with the spear in their hands and waved them with his arms. Ubud, the Wusun people, traversed the left and right wings with the archers and cavalry. The red and yellow flag was safe and sound, splitting a group of Qiang people and advancing firmly.

The pioneer general Han Gandang, with his mount, crashed into the crowd, surrounded by a group of Qiang soldiers, cut off several spears with one knife, and cut off a Qiang man's scalp. Although the mount could not support him, Han Gandang was originally an infantryman and stood up without any injuries. He was wearing iron-piercing heavy armor and ignored the Qiang man, holding a shield knife in his hand, attacking wildly.

Xin Qingji also rushed in at the chaos of the Qiang people, and the battlefield instantly shrank to a few feet around the mount.

It was his first time to go to the battlefield. I don’t know if it was excitement or the cold wind blew his head away, but I forgot all the techniques and moves I practiced on weekdays. I could only subconsciously wave the ring-headed knife in my hand, allowing the sharp blade to harvest the lives of the Qiang people who passed by him.

The surroundings were chaotic and disorderly, and Xin Qingji was not afraid, but the tears from his nostrils flowed out little by little, sticking to his lips, which made him feel uncomfortable. Every time Xin Qingji waved his knife, he had to suck it hard. The speed of his mount slowed down and danger followed one after another.

The sitting horse suddenly suffered a heavy blow and fell to the ground with a landslide. Xin Qingji jumped away and got up. He rolled on the hard ice and found that it was a tall Qiang man wearing a leather helmet decorated with sheep horns, with messy hair disguised, and stabbed his horse from the side with a spear.

The Qiang man threw his spear and picked up a Bu-like halberd left by someone on the ground. He strode toward Xin Qingji and reported his name: "I, Jian Gong Qiang Dahao, Jian Dang's son, Jian Liang!"

"Xin Qingji, son of the Western Commander!"

Xin Qingji did not touch the shield, so he barely raised his ring-headed sword to resist it. After receiving the first blow, he felt his hands numb. Although he had been practicing martial arts since he was a child, he was only fifteen years old and his body was not completely open. However, the Qiang soldier seemed to have endless strength to stab Xin Qingji again and again, and finally knocked his ring-headed sword away!

Xin Qingji was looking for weapons in a mess. The Qiang man stabbed another halberd, barely avoided it, and pulled out a terrible metal friction on his helmet. Xin Qingji also touched the dagger on his waist and stabbed it into his chest.

But the thick leather blocked the force and only pierced a few inches.

"not good!"

Xin Qingji had no time to regret it, and fell to the ground with his back, his mind was blank. He had no weapons anymore, and he only watched the Qiang man raise his halberd high and was about to stab him to death!

At that time, a Tie Zhou threw it from a distance, hitting Jianliang's head, which made him feel terrified. Before he could get up again, a tall armored soldier had come over a few steps and sent the knife into Jianliang's back, piercing through the leather, skin and lungs.

Jianliang collapsed softly on the ice surface, and the blood dyed the ice surface bright red. His white eyes looked at the clouds. I wonder if the Pollah gods worshipped by the Qiang people were watching all this.

Han Gandang cut off Jianliang's head and tied it to his waist. This was at least a rich man, worth 200,000 yuan! He didn't want iron helmet, and only put Jianliang's sheep horn helmet on his head, which was the right size, and walked over again. His hand, which burst out with bleeding from the tiger's mouth, reached towards Xin Qingji, who was a little stunned, and pulled him up.

Han Gandang, who not only used Tie Zhou to kill people, but also used his butt to kill people, disliked Xin Qingji: "You little lieutenant is not bad. You dare to fight with us, but your martial arts are still a little bad, and you are stupid. Don't care about swords and swords when you fight. Tie Zhou can also be used as a weapon. Hey, why are you crying? "

Han Dandang laughed loudly, Xin Qingji was ashamed. He wiped the snot that had already entered his mouth and explained:

"It's the wind, it's the wind. I didn't cry, nor was I afraid!"

He was very worried that the Marquis of Xi'an saw this scene. By the way, where is the Marquis of Xi'an?

Looking around, Xin Qingji discovered that in the battle just now, they had completely tore open the Jian Gongqiang team, causing at least hundreds of casualties. The bodies fell on the gray ice surface, turning the glacier into pink.

Ren Hong's flag completely penetrated the Qiang people and arrived at the opposite river bank.

Ren Hong's blade was still white, with three layers of guards inside and three layers of outer layers, so he did not allow any Qiang people to get close. Only then did he have the opportunity to see all directions and listen to the goal. Seeing that the goal had been achieved, people shouted to the surroundings:

"Don't be in love with the battle, follow the flag!"

Xianling Qiang, two miles away, was also rushing towards this side - they gave up their mounts and walked.

There were also some casualties on our side, and the horses were even more broken. They would win a lot earlier, and they would fall into a tough battle a little later.

Ren Hong looked at the enemy who was rushing to help and called the helpless subordinates. He focused on the entire battlefield. He treated himself as a chess piece to stimulate morale and was also a chess player. He had to use both minds.

But on the edge of the chaotic battlefield, there was a man who ignored everything around him and stared at Ren Hong!

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Chapter completed!