We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

Dadada, dadada—

The king's flag with the word "Feng" was flying, and five thousand cavalrymen followed closely under the king's banner.

"Your Highness, you really don't need to go out and lure the enemy yourself." Huo Duanxiao, riding a bay horse, spoke with a hint of complaint. "Just send a general with the royal flag, and the Khitans will surely flock to us."

Li Che laughed heartily and said, "No, there can only be one king under the royal flag. As long as the flag is there, I, Li Che, will be here!"

“Has Zhengze ever thought that the royal flag is not only for the enemy to see, but also for the Fengtian Army soldiers to see.

If I were not present in this battle and only used the flags to lure the enemy, although there would be reasons for this, the soldiers might not be aware of it.

If he's not there once, maybe it's okay. But if he's not there twice, three times, four times...

When the day comes when I really need to raise the royal flag and fight with all my might, will the soldiers still believe that I am really under that flag? "

Huo Duanxiao pondered for a moment, his face filled with shame: "Your Highness has a longer-term perspective. It is I who have not considered it carefully enough."

"Hahaha, what are you talking about?" Li Che laughed heartily, "Even the wisest man can make mistakes."

Qiu Bai on the side remained silent.

What His Highness said seemed very high-sounding, but based on my understanding of him, it was three parts true and seven parts false.

The reason why he came here in person was probably because he was itching to join the battle.

Huo Duanxiao was about to say something else when he heard Li Che suddenly say, "Here they come!"

Looking into the distance, there was a cloud of dust at the end of the plain, and the ground seemed to be shaking more noticeably.

Cavalry! There must be at least 15,000 to 20,000 of them!

Li Che narrowed his eyes and said, "This Khitan general is quite determined. He only sent a small army."

Huo Duanxiao thought for a moment and said, "Perhaps they also don't believe that His Highness would personally go into battle?"

"Hahaha! How dare you underestimate me!"

Li Che's eyes sparkled, and his hand holding the spear trembled slightly.

This is not fear, but the body is ready to fight in the face of the upcoming battle.

The sympathetic nerves are overexcited, adrenaline hormones surge, and backup hidden energy is activated!

In the past few months, Li Che has not neglected his shooting training and has persisted every day.

After a hundred days of shooting practice, now is a good time to show your results!

The 20,000 Khitan wolf riders coming towards them were led by the last page.

As the leader of the Rilian tribe, a large Khitan tribe, Mo Ye was naturally ambitious. When he saw Li Che's royal flag from afar, he was suddenly surprised and happy.

How dare the brave Prince of Qingren lead such a small number of people into battle?

Mo Ye took the weapon, a heavy mace, from the guard beside him.

"Whoever captures the head of King Feng of Daqing will be rewarded with ten horses, a hundred sheep, a promotion of three ranks, and a title!"

Only money can move people's hearts.

As the last page finished speaking, the Khitan cavalry behind him roared excitedly, staring at the royal flag in front of them with increasingly greedy eyes.

The distance between the two armies was shortened to within the range of bows and arrows.

As the horn sounded, the cavalry on both sides took out their bows and arrows almost at the same time, skillfully adjusted the angles, drew their bows, and started shooting at each other.

Whoosh whoosh—

Dense arrows intertwined in the air like raindrops, making a sharp whistling sound.

The sounds of arrows hitting armor and piercing flesh came one after another, and from time to time people were shot and fell off their horses.

Mo Ye took off the leather shield that was blocking his head, looked around, and his face suddenly became gloomy.

It was obvious that the Khitan cavalry had more arrows, but the Fengtian cavalry's casualty rate was far lower than theirs.

The Khitan cavalry fell off their horses immediately after being hit by arrows. The last page saw with his own eyes that the cavalry on the opposite side was hit by seven or eight arrows, but was still alive and well.

Only when the two teams got closer did he see clearly that all the enemy cavalry were covered in armor!

At the front were the armored cavalry led by Yue Yun, who were naturally not afraid of arrows.

Although the cavalry battalion behind did not have any armor on their horses, the knights were also wearing a layer of iron armor.

This is the effect of Li Che's development of the iron mining industry. The huge amount of iron ingots produced every day is enough for every member of the Fengtian Army to wear armor.

Since the armor-making process is time-consuming and labor-intensive, most soldiers wear two-stage armor.

This thing is very simple to make. It consists of two pieces of armor in the front and back to cover the chest and back, and they are connected with ropes.

The cavalry battalion is the elite of the Fengtian Army, and the armor they are equipped with is the more protective fish scale armor and mountain pattern armor.

And what about the Khitan cavalry?

Except for the full-time army like the Pi Shi Army, the armor-wearing rate of the tribal army composed of herdsmen is not even one-tenth.

After a round of shooting, the Khitan cavalry fell down in large numbers, while the Fengtian cavalry's formation remained solid, and the distance between the two was gradually narrowing.

The last page gritted his teeth and shouted, "Hold steady, get close and fight!"

When the distance between the two sides was shortened to within the range of a charge, Mo Ye and Li Che raised their weapons above their heads almost at the same time and issued the order to charge.

The war horses began to accelerate, and the cavalrymen crouched low on their horses, with their spears or sabers ready to stab at any time.

The two cavalry units collided violently on the plain like two torrents.

The armored cavalry in the front row moved in as if they were in an empty space, plowing out a blank space like a bulldozer.

The Khitan cavalry involved were like pork thrown into a meat grinder, separated, dismembered, and thrown high.

The 200 cavalrymen of the Gujia Battalion turned into cold and ruthless killing machines, driving their horses into the enemy formation and mechanically reaping lives with the weapons in their hands.

"Damn it, the Qing people also have armored cavalry!" Mo Ye cursed and looked at the royal flag following behind the armored cavalry.

As soon as the two sides came into contact, the Khitan cavalry showed signs of collapse. The only way now was to capture the king first. If we could capture King Feng, everything would be solved.

Mo Ye made up his mind and took his most elite personal soldiers to bypass the armored cavalry and charge towards the royal flag.

The rulers of Daqing relied on power, background, and knowledge, while the Khitans were completely different.

In addition to bloodline, they value bravery more.

As the leader of a large tribe, he was naturally brave and martial. When he was young, he was also the number one Baturu in the tribe.

Although I am no longer young, I still have the courage to take a gamble.

With hundreds of personal soldiers, he rushed forward in the chaos and actually killed Li Che and others.

Looking at the last page, I saw hundreds of fully armed guards surrounding several Fengtian Army generals under the king's flag.

A man in a white robe and armor, holding a spear that gleamed with cold light, looked very brave.

One of them was dressed like the commander of the personal guards, with eyes as sharp as an eagle, and he looked not to be trifled with.

There was also a sturdy man with a broad back and strong arms, his physique was stronger than the strongest Khitan warrior, and he rode a tall and majestic grassland horse as if it were a donkey.

The two men protected a young man in the middle. The young man had a handsome face and an air of wealth.

Wearing dragon-patterned goose-feather chain mail and a blood-red cloak behind him, he did not look like an ordinary person.

This should be the King of Daqing.

"Kill King Feng!" Mo Ye roared and rushed forward with his personal soldiers.

When Li Che heard the voice, his eyes suddenly lit up.

The armored cavalry were killing in the front, and just when he was worrying about having no opponents, someone came to his door.

Judging from his appearance, he should be a general of considerable status in the Khitan army.

He immediately held the spear horizontally in his hand and rode his horse to meet the enemy.

The last page on the opposite side rushed up waving a mace, and was about to face Li Che, but suddenly he pulled the reins and rushed to the side of Li Che.

He was not stupid. The tough guys around Li Che were eyeing him covetously. No matter how brave he was, he could not beat them with two fists.

However, this strategist wearing a scholar's robe and with a sallow complexion seemed to be the core think tank of the Fengtian Army.

Killing him would still help stabilize the morale of the army.

I may not be able to defeat those strong men myself, so how can I defeat a scholar like you who is not even capable of tying a chicken?

"Wow, Qingren is going to die!"

Li Che watched the burly Khitan general rushing towards Huo Duanxiao, and suddenly exclaimed in surprise: "Zhengze, be careful!"

Huo Duanxiao looked up and saw a ferocious Khitan general waving a mace and attacking him.

A hint of doubt flashed across his face. After coughing twice, he took a spear from the hand of a personal guard beside him.

The mace came crashing down on his head, but Huo Duanxiao simply swung it lightly with the standard spear in his hand.

Clang——

There was a loud bang, and the violent collision of metal against metal was deafening and sparks flew everywhere.

The opponent's mace was firmly blocked by the spear. The powerful impact caused Mo Ye's arm to vibrate violently, and he could even hear the tearing sound coming from his palm.

His face turned pale instantly, and when he looked at his palm, he saw that the knuckles were covered in blood.

Huo Duanxiao casually threw away the spear in his hand, grabbed the mace with his other hand, and gently pulled it into his arms.

Mo Ye suddenly felt an irresistible force coming, and his hands suddenly slipped, and his hands were empty.

Looking up, he saw the scholar holding a mace weighing more than ten pounds in one hand, swinging it around for a long time and then smashing it towards his head.

puff-

That was the sound of flesh being torn and bones breaking.

My eyes went dark, and I cried out in my heart: "My life is over!"

How the hell does it make sense that a sickly scholar could have such divine power?

The next second, the body of the last page was thrown high into the air, a large part of his head collapsed, and he fell heavily to the ground.

Li Che watched the whole process and couldn't help but gasp.

This time, I'm afraid it will be a bit painful.

He knew that his own Zuo Changshi was born with supernatural powers and was proficient in both civil and military affairs, but he didn't expect that you were so well-rounded?

The Khitan leader is also a fool. Why would you offend him when you could offend anyone else?

The situation was urgent, and there was no time to sigh. Li Che raised his spear and shouted:

"The enemy leader has surrendered his head. All soldiers, follow me to break the enemy's formation!"

The cavalrymen fighting around were all moving back and forth. Seeing the incomplete body of the last leaf being trampled by the horses, the Khitan cavalry were shocked and frightened, while the morale of the Fengtian cavalry was greatly boosted.

Five thousand cavalrymen roared and rushed towards the Khitan cavalry that could be seen in their sight. When their swords and spears fell, they inevitably brought out a few streams of blood mist.

Li Che laughed heartily and rode his horse into the enemy camp, with Yue Yun, Hu Qiang and others following closely.

He wielded spears and slashed with swords, as if there was no end in sight. No one could last a single round under his hands.

The two killing gods beside him were even more exaggerated. Huo Duanxiao wielded his mace so fiercely that no one dared to get close to him.

Hu Qiang's iron rod was too heavy for the horse to carry, so he simply grabbed a Khitan cavalryman and threw him like a bowling ball, knocking down a large number of people and horses every time.

A few people rushed from their own formation to the enemy formation and killed their way through.

When the Khitan soldiers witnessed this scene, fear spread rapidly in their hearts like a plague.

After the shock, there is a deep despair.

More and more people began to turn and flee, first a few, then dozens, and eventually it turned into a rout of the entire army.

The fleeing soldiers threw away their armor and weapons, desperately trying to escape this nightmarish battlefield.

They pushed, squeezed, and even trampled their companions on horseback in order to escape faster.

The Khitan army collapsed.