As the sky was dawn, the battle formation was already hustle and bustle. Sure enough, the Shu army occupied Sanma Mountain, and Guo Shao only felt that Wang Zhaoyuan was actually very thoughtful, not a particularly foolish "Wolong".

As usual, a group of military generals gathered in the central army and met at the last time before the war. Guo Shao's martial arts are basically useless now. He never thought of going on the battle himself, but he had to say a few words before the war.

A few people had just walked to the camp gate. Guo Shao looked up and looked into the distance. On the continuous hillside, between the black shadows of the mountain and the slightly white sky, the black dots should be the densely packed troops of the Shu army. There are also flagpoles and flags. If you don’t look closely, you may mistakenly think it is a shadow of a tree.

Everyone looked at each other. Guo Shao was actually not in good spirits at this time. He had a cold and had not had a good rest for a while. He was a little dizzy early in the morning; but at this time he could not be depressed.

"Everyone is a martial artist. We can only do this in our life. Who would still want to go home and farm?" Guo Shao said.

After hearing this, a group of generals laughed for a while and stood in front of Guo Shao in a mess, all of them were relatively casual at this time.

Guo Shao said again: "Since you have done this job, you have to do it well! Your own wealth depends on fighting against battle formations, and the strength of the country must also be killed by fighting formations. If you think you can live a happy position, you can live a better life. Look at what the soldiers of Shu Kingdom look like now? Show the reputation of the Great Zhou imperial guards and make achievements, it is time to make achievements!"

He drew his sword from his waist, raised it to his head and shouted: "The Zhou army will win!"

"I will win!" The generals' expressions sternly and they all agreed.

Guo Shao ordered: "Everyone will go back to their battalions and deploy the battle as planned last night."

The generals dispersed one after another. Guo Shao took the reins, turned over the horse, and rode out of the camp with a team of horse soldiers, running between the various formations of the Yanyue Formation in front. While running, he shouted, "Which army is the most elite and best-in-combat?"

At this time, the tiger flag was floating everywhere. When the soldiers heard Guo Shao's shouts, they responded noisy: "Tiger Ben Army, Tiger Ben Army..."

Guo Shao shouted again: "We cross mountains and ridges and climb here thousands of miles away. Are we here to play?"

The crowds of soldiers and horses in the army shouted one after another, and shouts and noises on the battle formation resounded, and everyone's emotions gradually rose. Guo Shao ran through the gap between the square formation and kept repeating a sentence: "Which group of people and horses use their lives, which team is afraid of death, I'll watch it. The brave people value it and be cowardly eliminated!"

In the noisy scene, the whimpering sound of the horns and the beating of the drums gradually sounded. Zhou Jun did not say anything nonsense and soon began to move forward. More than 10,000 people were on the uneven ground. The Yanyue Formation was surging forward slowly like a large black arc; like a torrent of steel, with a slow speed but unstoppable momentum.

Guo Shao asked the soldiers to go first, and looked back at the hillside called Sanma Mountain. He couldn't see behind the mountain, but he already knew that in the past it was Kuizhou. Kuizhou was the throat of Sichuan to the east, and Shu Kingdom paid the most attention to fortress. None of them were the ones to take Kuizhou and Shu Kingdom's door was opened!

...The wide front, Yang Biao's troops were at the forefront. He led more than 2,000 First Army, using the most elite infantry as the blade. The drum trumpet had sounded on the eve of the war, but it was still a little far from the Shu army, and the commanders were marching forward together.

Now everyone stopped saying a lot. In the dark and wet mist, there was only the metal sound of the ding-clang plate armor rubbing against the chain mail. Finally, a big man with an axe on his back spoke, "General Yang, when I rushed forward, I will definitely help you get involved. I have made a contribution. General Yang said a few good words for me..."

"Zhang Dutou!" Zhou Tong hurriedly stopped him, "Whoever makes great contributions will be asked for the most important things, is it still necessary to say?"

"Hmph!" Yang Biao rode on the horse, holding an iron knife, pulling a fierce face and ignoring it.

The group continued to move forward silently, but the sun had not yet risen. The mist on the ground was hazy, adding a bit of mystery that was invisible. Zhang Jiankui took out a torn linen from his arms and slowly wrapped it around his right palm.

After a while, the shouts of the Shu army opposite were getting closer and closer. It seemed that someone was encouraging morale in the army. The shouts were rushing in the fog like waves. Yang Biao flipped off the horse's back and mixed into the infantry ranks. Seeing this, Zhang Jiankui, Zhou Tong and others thought Yang Biao was quite smart and also followed suit and got involved in the soldiers.

The flags of the Shu army could be vaguely seen in the fog, and the hillside was crowded with people.

At this moment, Zhang Jiankui suddenly felt a slight weight on his head, and for a moment he heard the sound of "ding ding dangdang" of arrows hitting the iron. He reached out and put his face on his face. "Cough cough cough..." There was a cough sound from behind, but no one said anything.

Then he heard a "whistle" sound in the fog. Zhang Jiankui buried his head and didn't dare to look up. The mask was the thinnest defense point. He thought that although he was not that coincidental, he was afraid that he would be shot on his face. "Dangdang..." The crisp sounds from all over came from the heavy footsteps.

Everyone was just lying in line, and no one fought back with a bow and arrow.

Suddenly, a crossbow with an arm-thick crossbow flew in the air, and a thud, "Ah!", screamed. A soldier was knocked to the ground and hugged his thighs and screamed in pain, "My legs... are broken..."

Zhang Jiankui turned his head and saw a large number of people on the left and right wings slowly following behind. Due to the influence of the fog, there was no head on both sides.

Yang Biao shouted: "Snap speed. If anyone retreats in the face of the battle, don't blame me for turning against others!"

It had already reached the hillside, and the first command of the front army launched a formation and became a 20-row platoon deep square formation. The two armies were less than fifty steps apart, and arrows were raining above their heads. People in the front row were injured from time to time, but the offensive of the Zhou army's heavy infantry vanguard did not weaken at all. The three platoons in the front had already prepared bows and crossbows, and were about to get close to shock the Shu soldiers.

Unexpectedly, at this moment, I suddenly heard a drum sound, and a large group of Shu soldiers on the hillside rushed down.

Zhou Tong waved his sword and shouted: "Crossing the Crossbow Formation!"

The small drum sounded, and soon the Shu soldiers rushed over from the hillside, and Zhou Tong shouted, "Shoot the arrow!" Suddenly, there was a crackling sound, and the people on the hillside rolled and crawled in a mess.

At this moment, the riots in front of the Shu soldiers were dispersed, and the infantry behind them rushed up quickly with swords and shields. The Zhou army infantry collected their bows and crossbows, drew out their short weapons and fought. Suddenly, the jingling and slaughtering and shouting were in a mess.

The Shu soldiers were defeated and the soldiers scattered. Yang Biao and others took advantage of the situation to chase after them, and saw a dense array of spears in front of them surged down again. Yang Biao looked back and shouted, "Send someone to urge the troops on both sides to come up and protect our wings!"

"Kill!" Suddenly, he heard a sound of saturation. Zhang Duduo rushed forward with an axe in his head. He grabbed a spear with one hand, rushed hard, and waved a big axe with one hand to sweep it. The axe had no way to block the wind. The Shu soldiers holding the spear had no way to block the enemy after the fierce general approached. With a "puff", the axe cut off a Shu soldier's shoulders. The axe had not stopped and slashed to the other person's head. The helmet was exploding with a "bang" and was afraid that it would be cracked.

Seeing this, the Zhou soldiers behind rushed forward to reinforce the fierce generals in front of them. The spear stabbed on the chest plate and "dingdangdang" sounded. The soldiers of the Shu army didn't seem to have much strength and could not even penetrate the plate armor. They could only hit the sunken, not to mention that there were mails inside. After the Zhou soldiers approached with swords, they slashed hard, and screamed everywhere.

"Haha..." Zhang Jiankui waved his axe with both hands and slashed it up from above. The Shu soldiers on the front looked up at the axe, and they couldn't care about anything, and their faces were immediately pale. The Zhou infantry in the middle immediately broke through the Shu army's spear formation.

Yang Biao was so itchy that he immediately called his personal soldiers and rushed forward with an iron knife.

A group of elite soldiers around protected Yang Biao. Yang Biao was wearing heavy armor and was so fierce that he could not help. The heavy iron knife in his hand slashed left and right like wood. Wherever he went, where could ordinary soldiers block the powerful general? The vanguard in the central part of the Shu army collapsed immediately.

More infantrymen on both wings attacked, and the battle situation in the middle spread around.
Chapter completed!