Crossing over reveals a waste's difficult journey home

Knowing that Zong Zhengliang had arrived, Lanba did not wait for news in the big tent this time. Instead, he rode his horse to the front of the battle fully armed and stared at the enemy.

Zong Zhengliang also recognized Lan Ba ​​by the gorgeous accessories, but neither of them spoke.

In fact, the two parties are so far away from each other that they may not be able to hear each other clearly. What's more, they don't speak the same language, so even if they can hear each other clearly, it would be like talking to a deaf person.

So at a certain distance, after a battle of glances, the two sides gave orders to the army at the same time.

Upon receiving the order, the Daxia and Xiongnu armies rushed towards each other at the same time.

The sounds of galloping horses and the shouts of soldiers echoed, giving this late autumn a bloody color that should not have appeared.

As soon as the war began, the momentum of both sides was revealed. The Huns relied on their plundering instinct to advance courageously, while the Daxia people relied on their hatred for the Huns to move forward courageously.

The two sides fought very quickly and soon they were fighting each other. However, as soon as they started fighting, some Hun soldiers found something wrong.

Why were the Daxia people's weapons so sharp that they could easily cut through their leather armor? Why were the Daxia people, who were far inferior to them on horseback before, able to fight them flexibly with their hands this time?

Unfortunately, this was on the battlefield, in the midst of fierce fighting, and no one had time to find answers to those things that were wrong. They could only use all their strength to kill the enemy and keep themselves alive.

Lamba, who was standing in the distance, had participated in battles before. He was also surrounded by veterans who had experienced many battles. When they saw the situation on the battlefield, they all discovered the problem at the same time.

Why was the Daxia army so brave this time? They lost a lot of soldiers in just one encounter.

But it doesn't matter. Two fists are no match for four hands. No matter how powerful Zong Zhengliang's army is, his army has more people than the enemy and can definitely defeat the enemy.

Thinking of this, Lanba was about to give the order to send the next batch of troops up. However, before the order was uttered, he heard shouts and screams coming from the direction of Ding'an City.

Lanba had already anticipated the army from Ding'an City coming out. Their great general was outside the city, so how could the army inside stay there and not come out?

He didn't take these to heart and had already arranged people to stop them. He would definitely not let the army of Anding City and the army of Zong Zhengliang join forces.

However, something unexpected happened despite the arrangements. Soon someone came to report that a large number of Daxia troops had emerged from Anding City.

"A lot? How much is a lot?"

Langba didn't care about the Daxia soldiers in Ding'an City at all. In the past, such a small town would have at most three to five thousand defenders, but this time the number of troops defending the city reached over ten thousand. He thought that these were reinforcements that the defending generals had managed to find.

Zong Zhengliang's reinforcements further confirmed his guess, so when he arranged the troops to block Ding'an City, he sent out 20,000 troops.

With 20,000 men against 10,000, it was impossible to kill them all, but winning should be no problem. He had more than 50,000 men left, which was more than enough to deal with Zong Zhengliang's 20,000 men. In his opinion, this was no more difficult than hunting a pack of wolves.

But now he found out that he was wrong. The army coming out of Ding'an City was not 10,000 but 50,000. Now the number of his army was almost equal to that of Daxia.

As a general, Lambal should have immediately sent people to assist his 20,000 troops in such a situation.

But he didn't do that. He looked at Zong Zhengliang not far away and made a decision.

"Tell them to stop the Daxia people over there with all their strength. I will rescue them after I kill Zong Zhengliang."

As he said this, he sent everyone except the personal guards around him to the battlefield.

Outside Ding'an City are farmlands and roads only, with almost no shelter. After the autumn harvest, the place becomes even more empty.

When the people in the city heard that the Huns might attack, they rarely ran out of the city, and it was rare to see a single person in this area.

This once deserted place is now filled with densely packed troops and horses. Looking down from a high place, one even has the illusion that this place is a bit narrow.

Zong Zhengliang looked at the Hun soldiers rushing forward and knew very well that their plan had been completely completed. As for how many Hun troops could be destroyed, it depended on the efforts of him and his soldiers.

He took out something that looked like a cylinder, lit it with a fire starter and threw it high up. Then the thing flew into the air and exploded directly.

Looking at the disappearing flares, he felt a little regretful like the soldiers who threw the firecrackers before. Why couldn't there be more of such a good thing?

Shi Miao told him that there was no need to take so many flares, and only gave him two. If he was not worried about an accident where they could not be used, the other party would have given him one.

Now that he had used one, he had only one left. He was reluctant to use it and put it away carefully.

The explosion was so loud that it attracted the attention of many people, and the shouting and screaming around became much quieter.

After the sound, the Daxia soldiers knew what it was and quickly came to their senses and continued fighting the enemy, but the Huns were unaware and their attention was attracted.

This is a war, a fight where you either live or die. A slight distraction could put you in danger of death. Some Huns were killed by the Daxia soldiers before they could even react.

Lan Ba ​​was startled by the sudden noise, but he did not see Zong Zhengliang light anything.

He looked around, trying to figure out where the noise came from. After searching for a while without finding it, he remembered what the soldiers he had killed had said: it was a punishment from heaven.

Could it be that the heavens were really unhappy with their coming to Daxia? Did they send down a divine punishment?

No, it won't! They, the Xiongnu, are the most beloved sons of God. How could God punish them just because they came to attack Daxia?

Lan Ba's heart was stirred by the sudden voice, but instead of calming down, something even more disturbing happened.

In the distance, other armies appeared.

Except for those who died in the siege and those who were said to be surrounded, all the troops he brought are here now. The troops coming now are definitely not theirs, but can only be from Daxia.

Under the current circumstances, he wouldn't mind if three to five thousand people came, but it would be different if thirty to fifty thousand people came.

That means that not only will his goal of killing Zong Zhengliang fail, but it is also unknown whether he can lead these troops out.

In fact, Lambal's worries soon came true. The army that came was not three or five thousand, but a full sixty thousand.

Although these soldiers were not all cavalry, in terms of numbers, the number of Daxia's troops had exceeded that of the Xiongnu's troops, and they had the upper hand in numbers.

The determination on his face turned into a ferocious look, and he roared, "Where are all the scouts? Why did so many Daxia people show up, but no one came back to report!"