Dark Clouds and Snow are old, and now it can no longer carry Yun Zhao and ride on the battlefield. As a symbol of Yun Zhao over the years, its status in the Northern Army is still very high. When Yun Zhao walks there, Dark Clouds and Snow will follow him, and there is a special groom to serve him. Although he cannot fight horses, it is still fine for daily riding. However, Yun Zhao is extremely reluctant to let him go, but occasionally he will ride it out for a small walk to digest it. Today, Yun Zhao will set foot on the battlefield again, and Dark Clouds and Snow still follow him, but it is no longer Yun Zhao on its back, but it uses a special device to wear Yun Zhao's central army flag.

The central army flag was roaring in the wind. Next to the flag, Yun Zhao's current riding war horse was a three-year-old war horse selected by the princess Yardan. The same thing as Dark Clouds and Snow is that the horse is snow-white all over, but the hair on the four hooves is pure black. It is exactly the opposite of Dark Clouds and Snow. Yardan gave it a name called Pili. The skeleton of Pili is not inferior to Dark Clouds and Snow, and is also one head taller than ordinary war horses. Yun Zhao is already tall. When he sits on Pili, he is much taller than other warriors. Even in the tall and burly personal guard camp, he is as outstanding as a crane.

This is the first time Pili has stepped onto a real battlefield, and she seems extremely excited. Although she has endured herself without loud roaring to express her excitement, she still uses her front hooves to dig the ground from time to time, and a heavy breath is sprayed out from her nose. The dark clouds and snow beside Pili seem extremely quiet, standing on one side, not moving at all. Dark clouds and snow are veterans on the battlefield. Except for the moment when it launches an attack, it is truly excited. It seems extremely quiet at other times.

Behind the dark clouds and snow and Yun Zhao, more than 3,000 cavalry led war horses and stood beside the horses. The area occupied by three thousand men was larger than that occupied by 10,000 infantrymen, but except for the sound of the wind and the sound of the flags that were rushing in the wind, there was no strange sound.

A man and a horse suddenly appeared on a hill in the distance. The man faced the direction of the Northern Army, led his bow to the sky, and a trace of afterimage flew into the sky, exploded with a bang, and thousands of meteors fell from the sky.

With a clang, Yi Shuihan was unsheathed in a light sound, and the blade flashed with the light of the cold. At the same time, the dark clouds beside Yun Zhao made a long neighing sound on the snow. With the sword and horse neighing, the three thousand cavalrymen of the guards all turned over and stretched out their hands. The strong bow next to the saddle was already in their hands.

Yi Shuihan pointed forward, and the three thousand horses began to move forward and began to trot forward.

On the ridge, the single rider was still standing tall, leading his bow to the sky again. This time, there were no thousands of meteors falling from the sky, but the extremely sharp whistle echoed in the sky.

When Thunder and dark clouds stepped onto the hills, on the other side of the hill, about miles ahead of them, a black line was approaching quickly. The five thousand cavalry of the aristocratic coalition army had already appeared in the sight of the Northern Expedition Army.

Without a pause, Yun Zhao destroyed Pili and began to accelerate gradually along the gentle slope. Unlike before, when Dark Clouds often rode away from the dust, this time, there were two more people beside Yun Zhao, one was Wu Fan, his personal guard commander, and the other was Enrig, a master of horsemanship and martial arts, who had chosen thousands of horsemanship from the Meng tribe. Although their war horses were slightly inferior to Pili, they would never be able to be separated by Pili. In order to find a war horse that could match Pili, Yaldan spent a lot of effort. In the past, Yun Zhao fought, and Wuyun Steps Xue often took Yun Zhao into danger alone. Now, Yaldan naturally would not allow this situation.

A distance of several miles is enough for a well-trained infantry to arrange their general formation several times and arrange all the defense facilities, but for the two cavalrymen walking towards each other, it is only a few breaths.

"Strike the Northern Army!" Yun Zhao whistled loudly.

"Wansheng!" Three thousand personal soldiers shouted in unison.

With a choking sound, Yi Shuihan was in the sheath, and Po Jun was already in his hand. With a touch of his right hand, he had already twisted three long arrows in his hand. Two hundred steps, Yun Zhao's bow opened like a full moon, and the arrows were like meteors.

Three arrows flew away, and three cavalrymen holding large flags turned over and fell under the horse.

The three arrows had just flew out of the bowstring, and three long arrows appeared in Yun Zhao's hand. The clanging sound sounded, and the three enemy cavalry who were rushing in front turned over and fell off again.

When Yun Zhao's second shooting, behind him, the sharp arrows in the hands of the first row of cavalrymen finally flew out, and the sharp roar of the feather arrows resounded through the sky.

After shooting six arrows, Yun Zhao inserted Pojun back into the bow bag and pulled Yi Shuihan out again. He was so excited that he couldn't wait to step onto the battlefield again and relive the old dream of sweeping the battlefield.

Wu Fan and Enrige followed Yun Zhao tightly, one on the left and one on the right.

The huge group of cavalry on both sides collided heavily.

"Kill!" Yun Zhao roared, Yi Shuihan slashed his head and cut off the other party's gun rod with one knife. The blade fell, and the head was slashed into two.

Wu Fan beside him was different from other personal soldiers holding sabers. He was carrying a long spear, which was swept and spitted. Hongying flew over and stabbed the enemy cavalry one by one. Enrige on the other side was not about killing the enemy, but just rode his horse and followed Yun Zhao tightly. Unless someone leaned against him, he would never take the initiative to leave Yun Zhao to attack his opponent.

It is not only necessary to satisfy the prince's killing intention, but also to prevent anyone from having the chance to hurt him. This task is extremely difficult to be accused of.

The three thousand Yun Zhao's personal guards fought against the five thousand cavalry gathered by the private soldiers of the aristocratic families. It seemed that the aristocratic cavalry had an absolute advantage in the number of people, but in the battle, the three thousand soldiers of the North Envoy Army had an absolute advantage, and the combat power of both sides was not above the same level.

Although Yun Zhao's three thousand soldiers of the personal guard camp have almost no chance to step on the battlefield since its establishment, this does not mean that they have no experience in the battlefield. These people are all combat heroes selected from each army. The flower of elite soldiers is a great honor to be able to enter Yun Zhao's personal guard camp. Almost none of these three thousand people are ordinary soldiers, and they were once famous officers at the grassroots level. Whether it is individual soldiers or tactical qualities, they are all beautiful people of the Northern Army. They gather together and it takes almost no time to train to form extremely high combat power, because they are familiar with the various cavalry combat tactics of the Northern Army. They only need a little practice to merge together smoothly.

The officers in the personal military camp are much higher than those of ordinary troops. They also lead a cavalry with a hundred people. Among ordinary troops, they are a halberd lieutenant. However, if they want to lead a hundred people in the personal military camp, they need at least a lieutenant Zhenwu. If they can lead five hundred people, they are already guerrilla generals. There are six teams and three posts in the personal military camp. The lowest is the Ranger General, the highest is the General Xuanwu General, and the commander Wu Fan is even the third-rank general who is the General Yunhui.

On the other hand, the cavalry of the aristocratic family may have good personal strength and their war horses are also superb. Although their own equipment is not as good as Yun Zhao's personal barracks, it is also the best choice among all the cavalry in Dayue. But together, it is like a swarm of bees. Except for the large number of people, it can no longer show anything.

The collision between the two sides became one-sided from the beginning. The soldiers of the personal guard camp, like wolves and tigers, all came like a god of killing. What's more important is that although they were fighting, they cooperated very well. They gathered and dispersed, and when they dispersed, they needed to gather. With a whistle, the surrounding cavalry would immediately gather together, even if they were not in a whistle, they would form a force to break the formation with the highest official cavalry as the arrow. Once they broke, they would immediately separate from the three or five groups, expand the results of the battle and split the enemy cavalry.

The cavalry of three thousand people traveled between enemies whose numbers were far more than theirs. If people could be in the air at this time, they could see that the Northern Army wearing black armor was like iron lines, shaking the fat family cavalry all over the ground.

Yun Zhao's iron armor was stained with blood, and the black cloak fluttered in the wind, almost becoming a symbol of death. When he and his white horse, Pili, rushed there, the cavalry of the aristocratic families scattered. There were not without brave people before, but at this time, the brave people had become dead people, and their bodies were trampled into pieces by the speeding war horses.

The flying central army flag always followed Yun Zhao. The dark clouds strolled in the snow, and the black and soft mane flew in the wind. Although it could no longer carry the master to fight, it did not want to stay away from Yun Zhao. It was not that it wanted to attack Wuyun stroll, but the problem was that around Wuyun stroll, there were always several cavalrymen protecting him and getting closer. Wuyun strolled his mouth and bit his hoof and directly attacked his opponent's mount. Sometimes it was exciting, but it could even leapt high. The hoof as big as a bowl stepped down from the air, directly trampling the shocked enemy cavalry under the hoof.

The battle lasted only a few hours, and the five thousand cavalry had completely collapsed and fled all over the mountains and fields. Chasing and annihilation of the enemy cavalry was the best choice for the Northern Army. Their war horses were better and their riding skills were better. When the fast horse surpassed the opponent in pursuit and escape, the moment when the fast horse surpassed the opponent, the sharp saber smeared the opponent's neck, cut off the opponent's carotid artery, and watching the blood soared into the sky was the scene that these veterans liked to see the most.

Yun Zhao laughed and stopped Pili. It was the first time Pili went to the battlefield. He had no experience and was already exhausted. Yun Zhao turned over and dismounted and chased the enemy. He could no longer do it. Wuyun Paxue ran over at the right time. The huge horse head kept rubbing against Yun Zhao's head. Yun Zhao laughed and hugged Wuyun Paxue's horse head, rubbing his opponent's mane hard, "Old guy, you're satisfied. This is the last time, and you should retire!"
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