Lingshouguan, the entrance to the North Canyon.

Tens of thousands of Liao cavalry slowly pressed up in a long queue and stopped less than 100 meters away from the entrance. Li Jinbao walked in front of the army and looked at the entrance of the canyon in front of him, his face looked a little solemn. After all, he would face the Zhou army in a while, which really made him feel a little guilty.

Their Oroqen tribe has been stationed in the southwestern border of the Great Liao Dynasty to fight against the Song State, and has never had contact with the powerful country of Great Zhou. However, the power of the Great Zhou army is well known in the Great Liao Dynasty, so he has naturally heard of it.

Not only were the powerful tribes, the top eight tribes in the Great Liao Dynasty, defeated the Great Zhou Dynasty, and all the elite tribes were slaughtered, and even the tribe's general manager was killed. The tribe's status plummeted and became the lowest among the upper eight tribes.

Even the personal army in the tent under the command of the Great Khan was no match. He repeatedly failed in the hands of the Great Zhou, not to mention the soldiers under his command. When Li Jinbao thought of this, he couldn't help but feel a little regretful. He shouldn't be the first to be the first. If the Great Zhou arranged heavy troops here, with his more than 100,000 soldiers, it would be like a wolf entering the mouth of a tiger.

Thinking of this, Li Jinbao looked up and saw that the entrance of the canyon in front suddenly turned into a bloody mouth and swallowed him. He was so scared that he screamed with all his heart and courage. His body was about to fall off his horse in a flash. Seeing this, Badu, who was following him, hurriedly rode his horse forward to support him.

"Master, what's wrong with you..." Ba asked anxiously.

"It's okay, just slipping under your feet..." Li Jinbao waved his hand in a terror.

He made it back on the horse's back, took a deep breath and looked at the entrance of the canyon, but where did he get the bloody mouth? Li Jinbao couldn't help but smile bitterly. The reputation of the Great Zhou army was so great that it made him have an illusion.

After pondering for a long time, Li Jinbao gritted his teeth and had no way out. If he dared to escape at this time, he would inevitably get a knife. Thinking of this, he turned his head and told Ba:

"Go and transfer all the cavalry of Yanqi's troops to me and let them take the lead!"

"No!" Ba Du agreed with his fists, then turned his horse's head, clamped his legs and ran towards the array of Yanqi's troops.

Soon he arrived in front of Bi Lige, the leader of the Wanqi Division, and said loudly:

"Bilige, the chief general ordered you to lead our troops as the vanguard of our army, and you still didn't drive quickly!"

"What, let us take the lead again? Why?" Bilige suddenly became angry and shouted angrily.

Seeing that Bilige dared to contradict him, Badu couldn't help but look cold, his eyes were murderous, and he asked in a cold voice:

"Do you dare to disobey the orders of the Chief Executive?"

"Hmph, he is just the chief supervisor of your Oroq people, not our Yanqi people. I am very afraid of it!" Bilige replied without fear. The Oroq people had already opened their possessions before, which made him angry. Now he wanted them to be cannon fodder again, so he naturally could not agree. Anyway, he had already broken up.

When Badu saw Bilige being fearless, he said with a smile on his face:

"Bilige, do you think too much about yourself? I really think your master will protect you. From the moment you walk out of the camp, your master has given up on you. You are just an abandoned son!"

Bilige's face suddenly changed and became gloomy.

Seeing this, Badu sneered:

"Bilige, since you know your situation, don't be ungrateful. Otherwise, the chief executive will make anger and make your head fall into the ground in an instant! Besides, the chief executive just asked you to take the lead, not to let you die, think about it yourself!"

Bi Lige's face changed, and it took him a long time to draw out the scimitar, pointing to the front and shouting:

"My boys, follow me into the valley!"

As he said that, he grabbed the horse's belly and rushed into the valley first. When Yanqi's soldiers saw that his general rushed in, they hurriedly rode their horses to follow.

For a moment, the sound of horse hooves resounded throughout the originally extremely quiet canyon, and the birds living on the cliffs on both sides spread their wings and escaped.

The canyon was about hundreds of feet wide, enough for more than a thousand cavalry to ride in parallel. Bilige led his army to run in the canyon for several miles, but he did not see Zhou Jun, which made his high heart slightly fall. At this time, the tall Lingshouguan City could be vaguely seen from afar.

After running for about a while, nothing abnormal happened, Bilige completely relieved. As long as he reached Lingshou Pass, even if he escaped, he could not have targeted them again and again. Thinking of this, he couldn't help but smile.

Just then, the war horse running at a very fast pace under his crotch suddenly leaned forward and his head was shortened. He knelt on the ground with a miserable whistle. Bilige was caught off guard and was thrown out.

Bang!

Bilige was heavily thrown to the ground and suddenly felt a sharp pain again, as if something was passing through his chest. With the last trace of consciousness, he looked up slightly and saw several sharp blades piercing his chest, and then he fell into darkness.

Not only Bilige, but also followed him to the front row of Yanqi soldiers, they also fell to the ground by the horses hidden on the ground, and were instantly pierced by the sharp thorns hidden on the ground. The cavalry rushed up from behind could not avoid it and hit the horses that fell to the ground in front. Another group of people were overturned. A series of reactions immediately made more than 10,000 Yanqi soldiers empty. For a moment, wailing, screaming, and neighing sounds one after another, which made the Yanqi soldiers who followed him frightened to hold back their horses and stop at a loss.

Swallowing, swishing, swishing!

Suddenly, a dense sound of bowstrings came from left and right. The remaining Yanqi soldiers hurriedly looked at both sides, and were immediately scared to death. Countless sharp arrows roared from the cliffs on both sides, covering the entire sky like black clouds. Before the elderly soldiers could react, dense sharp arrows shot into the military formation. For a moment, Yanqi soldiers were shot down one after another.

After a rain of arrows, there were only a few Yanqi people left, and they were so scared that they rolled and crawled backwards.

At this time, Li Jinbao also led the army to follow, and his face suddenly changed. He saw that there were countless Yanqi soldiers and horses in front of him were shot into hedgehogs and lay all over the ground. There were countless soldiers and horses pierced by the sharp spikes on the ground in the distance.

It made him secretly feel fortunate that it was fortunate that the Yanqi soldiers took the lead, otherwise his losses would have been great.

At this time, he ran over with a serious look on his face and clasped his fists:

"The chief general manager, almost all the Yanqi soldiers were killed from the commander of the ten thousand cavalry, Bilige, and less than a thousand people survived. Just now, the last general went to check it out. The Zhou people not only dug pits all over the ground, but also dug many pits around them, with sharp blades in the inverted area. Once the cavalry stepped on, they would not be killed by the sharp blades on the ground and would be pierced by the sharp blades on the ground. They were extremely vicious!"

"And the Zhou people also set up mechanism traps on the cliffs on both sides. As long as someone enters the range, thousands of arrows will be fired..."

If he had the capital, Li Jinbao's face would be covered with clouds. Nearly 10,000 people had been lost before he reached Lingshou Pass. This place was several miles away from Lingshou Pass. The Zhou people did not know how many mechanisms and traps had been arranged. If he forcibly marched, he would probably have lost almost the amount of his more than 100,000 troops before he reached Lingshou Pass.

Besides, he couldn't do such a loss-making business and made wedding dresses for them. It seemed that he could only think of another way, Li Jinbao thought to himself.
Chapter completed!