Night was falling, and as the last ray of sunlight sank below the western horizon, the color of the sky gradually faded from orange-yellow to leaden blue. The blue night surged in like a tide. Search: \(¨Complete¨ Book¨ God¨ Station¨) to read high-quality literature for free.

The enormous clamor continued on the plain, the clash of weapons, the galloping of warhorses, the screams of the wounded, all kinds of sounds and shouts like a flood. Luo Ye was still pushing his shield, running forward with all his might, his companions stabbing their spears out from above and below the shield, blood surging. His feet stepped over a corpse that could still twitch slightly, and the tip of a long spear grazed past his cheek.

"Three! Two—" Luo Ye shouted at the top of his lungs, and when he finally shouted "One!" he suddenly flipped open the shield formation. The surrounding people shouted in unison, and Luo Ye slashed out with the steel saber in his hand. A long spear was still thrusting towards him, almost piercing his shoulder. The steel sabers and spears of his companions were frantically hacking and stabbing in the midst of the shouts. The head of the Western Xia soldier in front of Luo Ye was slashed, and his neck was stabbed, blood surging and spurting like a fountain. Another long spear was then thrust into his neck, the spear tip protruding from the back of his neck, pressing down forcefully.

The spurting blood was still hot, and the Western Xia soldier's eyes seemed to still hold a ferocious look, but anyone who suffered such an injury could no longer be conscious. Even so, his corpse continued to retreat in the sea of people, constantly shrinking as it retreated. Behind him were more soldiers, layers upon layers of retreating soldiers, their faces exposed after their comrades in front were killed. Luo Ye and the others continued to slash at them with their swords and spears!

Another collapse of a Western Xia formation. Luo Ye's hand trembled slightly. He led his men to pursue, constantly expanding the scope of the killing and pursuit. All around were crowded, fleeing figures, and the smell of blood made one's heart feel sick. In the distance, another streak of light appeared in the sky, and from time to time, flaming arrows shot out in a certain direction. In the dimming light, the Western Xia commander's flag not far away crashed down in the illumination of the fire.

"They're collapsing! Kill the general! Seize the flag—"

Luo Ye shouted, his voice already hoarse. Continuous combat and charging, it was impossible not to be tired. The fighting on the battlefield, the clash of life and death, every slash could make people exhaust all their strength. If they were new recruits who had just experienced this, even if they didn't strike a single blow on the battlefield, the enormous tension after the war would exhaust a person's physical strength. Luo Ye and the others were already veterans, but the charging and maneuvering since the afternoon, the migration and running for more than ten miles, were squeezing the strength of everyone.

But no one stopped, and no one wanted to stop. If someone fell along the way, their companions would pull them up: "Go—kill Li Qianshun!"

The Black Flag Army, which had killed its way down from the northwest, numbered only a little over three thousand, but the battle lines formed during the advance consisted of more than ten strands. The advance of the gun shields was as firm as a mountain, and often, after a moment of stalemate, they would crush the enemies in front with a sudden explosion and an indomitable momentum. This moment of explosion, dozens of people hacking and killing regardless of life and death, was an irresistible pressure for the enemies trying to resist in front.

Among the Western Xia army, the infantry was not considered elite. The Bu Ba Shan were good at walking mountain roads, their individual qualities were amazing, but they were often not good at forming formations. On the frontal battlefield, the largest scale of the Zhuang Ling Lang was essentially equivalent to cannon fodder, mostly composed of non-Tangut people. Even though Western Xia had been established for many years, these soldiers had escaped the nature of slave soldiers, but their essence was probably still at the same level as the Wu Dynasty soldiers. Even if they were the elite among the Zhuang Ling Lang who followed the royal flag this time, how could they withstand such a huge pressure on the front?

The Black Flag soldiers who rushed over had a desperate burst, followed by a large-scale rout. Even if the crossbowmen in the back row could cause damage to the Black Flag Army with the advantage of their equipment, when three thousand people broke into thirty thousand, this damage was already negligible.

When night fell, the battlefield of tens of thousands of people was already so chaotic that it was difficult to distinguish the front from the back. Ye Li Feng's flag was pushed down during the retreat, and the other two formations were also affected to varying degrees during the army's defeat. In a place a little further south, an amazing fight was extending to the north.

Arrows flew through the air, warhorses galloped, and the speed of their hooves had been urged to the limit. The Black Flag light cavalry and the Western Xia light cavalry were chasing each other at high speed on the plains, constantly closing the distance in the chaotic situation!

"Run! Run! Scatter quickly—"

The Western Xia light cavalry squad leader, Hun Ye, shouted at the top of his lungs as his horse galloped at high speed. Not far from his side, a Black Flag cavalry soldier was rushing towards him at high speed with a long saber in his hand. An arrow was still stuck in the shoulder of this light cavalry. Even though the sky was dim, Hun Ye seemed to be able to see the madness in the other's eyes.

This was light cavalry. Under most circumstances, it was not originally used to charge formations, especially not to counter-charge.

Arrows occasionally flew out, but under such high-speed galloping, most of them had lost their meaning. Hun Ye still had subordinates following him, and the other side also had companions, but that cavalry soldier just charged over at such high speed.

"Ahhhhh—"

Hun Ye forcefully pulled the reins of his horse, and the warhorse suddenly turned, already losing its balance. The Black Flag light cavalry that passed diagonally also lost its footing, and in the blink of an eye, a huge cloud of dust rushed up. The bodies of people and horses rolled and twisted on the ground. Except for Hun Ye, five or six Western Xia light cavalry were affected by this collision, and in the blink of an eye, there were six or seven horses colliding in a chain. The light cavalry soldiers who were not running fast enough in the rear were pierced by the Black Flag light cavalry with their spears and knocked off their horses.

The Western Xia general Yu Zang Ma, who led the light cavalry, was also running – his general's armor was too conspicuous. Several cavalry units were converging at high speed on the plains. First, they launched a volley of arrows, and then they desperately charged at high speed.

"Keep your distance, disperse them—keep your distance—"

Yu Zang Ma's loud roar was already slightly exhausted at this time. The four thousand light cavalry were now being cut into several pieces on the plains. Many of the light cavalry were being chased and killed, constantly fleeing – Yu Zang Ma was not an incompetent general, and the original situation should not have been like this.

Around You Shi (5-7 PM) on this afternoon, the heavy cavalry led by Qin Shaoqian crushed Mei Zang Yiqing's main force, killing Mo Zang Yiqing in battle, and then began to advance towards Li Qianshun's main formation in the northeast. Yu Zang Ma led four thousand light cavalry and was bombarded by the iron buckets and cannons several times. Then, the enemy's light cavalry killed over, and his cavalry was swept along and routed. On the one hand, because of the dense crowd of his own people on the battlefield, the cavalry could not use their skills well. On the other hand, he also had the idea of covering the retreating soldiers. But after a little calm, Yu Zang Ma had also seen the other side's weakness.

Among the more than three thousand people advancing, there were nearly one thousand five hundred heavy cavalry, one thousand light cavalry, and one thousand infantry. Although the heavy cavalry was not afraid of arrows, the light cavalry and infantry could not escape. Even though the other side's firearms were powerful, his light cavalry traveled, turned, and moved quickly. After he reorganized his troops, the light cavalry entangled like a nuisance, launching high-speed volleys, touching and leaving immediately. The other side's firearms basically could not be deployed well, and the arrows had already caused damage. Yu Zang Ma divided his light cavalry into four large teams, harassing them in turn from different directions. When another Western Xia army could be seen in the distance, this advancing Black Flag Army was almost stopped by the harassment.

Then a thousand light cavalry broke away from the middle and began to attack Yu Zang Ma's cavalry.

Yu Zang Ma's elite light cavalry was second to none in the world in terms of charging and launching volleys at shooting range and the technique of keeping distance. After two tentative exchanges of fire, Yu Zang Ma had once again launched harassment against the other side's heavy cavalry and infantry main force. At the same time, the other side's light cavalry split up.

One of its teams split into several groups and launched a charge against Yu Zang Ma's cavalry.

Yu Zang Ma did not take it seriously. The scattered cavalry galloping at high speed on the plains might greatly reduce the threat of bows and arrows, but even in close-quarters combat, Yu Zang Ma, who had the advantage in numbers, would not be afraid of the other side's mere thousand cavalry. He ordered his cavalry to try to drag the other side down, while using volleys to meet the enemy and harass the infantry formation. The four thousand cavalry revolved and collided at high speed on the battlefield. The infantry formation on the other side held up their shields and waited silently. And on the opposite side, the Western Xia army had already advanced to a closer position.

It was at this time that the approaching Black Flag light cavalry and Yu Zang Ma's elite cavalry began the first round of fighting.

The other side charged into the side of the galloping thousand-man cavalry team, hacking at the horses' rumps with steel sabers in a crazy manner!

These Black Flag cavalry soldiers who rushed over, either in groups of five or ten, were shot down by flying arrows along the way. However, when they got close, with both sides running at high speed, the other side did not fight with sabers, but only collided, which was almost a life-for-life exchange. In the first few cavalry's high-speed collisions, Yu Zang Ma did not notice anything wrong. Only the Western Xia cavalry nearby felt the crazy aura in the other side's violent shout of "Scum, go to hell—". In order to avoid the other side's firearms, the Western Xia cavalry was also running fast at this time. Five or six cavalry, seven or eight cavalry collided into a ball, and the warhorses and the knights on horseback were basically in a state of near-death.

The crazy collision of a warhorse could sometimes make a group of people shudder. Even veteran soldiers who had experienced many battles were a little afraid of such behavior. No matter how much life and death they had experienced, there were those who were not afraid of death, but no one sought death.

This continuous appearance of crazy collisions almost broke up the formation of the four thousand-man cavalry teams. Then, they used high-speed mounted archery to avoid the other side's impact. Later, the Black Flag cavalry chased behind, and thousands of cavalry galloped at full speed with Yu Zang Ma, fleeing the battlefield. The Black Flag Army's light cavalry constantly whipped their horses, overdrafting their lives, and charged up desperately. Yu Zang Ma was the core of this charge.

Yu Zang Ma and the others did not know that the general leading the light cavalry at this time was Liu Chengzong, the commander of the Xiaocang River Special Forces Regiment. After receiving Qin Shaoqian's order to stop the Western Xia cavalry, this thousand-man light cavalry unit did not have many questions. It was extremely difficult to do, but there was no other choice besides this.

The first one who wanted to lead half of the cavalry team to charge was Liu Chengzong himself, but the task was snatched by Zhou Huan, the chief of staff of the Special Forces Regiment. This was a general who was usually silent but extremely scheming, had many plans for anything he encountered, and was usually ridiculed as a "coward who feared death," but his attitude of taking "solving problems" as the highest creed like Ning Yi was also quite respected. He led more than a hundred cavalry to launch the first charge, and then disappeared silently into the flesh and blood and dust of the first collision. Some of his soldiers followed in his footsteps.

——No one wanted to die, but the problem that needed to be solved was higher than life.

At that time, the sun was gradually setting, and the heavy cavalry and infantry teams on the other side also silently watched their companions launch a charge against the cavalry that was four times their number, sacrificing themselves in a nearly suicidal manner. Then, they picked up their sabers, shields, and long spears and began to meet the Western Xia army that was pushing over from the opposite side. At this time, with the departure of the light cavalry, they were only two thousand five hundred people left.

The dark night finally swallowed everything. On the plains, all kinds of firelights lit up, sparsely and sporadically. In the Western Xia king's main formation, large swathes of bonfires stretched out, and all kinds of battle reports, accompanied by fleeing soldiers, constantly pounced over. In the darkness, the soldiers who retreated first came in ones and twos, and then in teams of two and three. Since the afternoon, in a short period of two hours, the Black Flag demons killed into the Western Xia defense line. At this time, a large number of defeats were forming like a tidal wave.

Some defeated generals were pushed out and beheaded in the camp.

The Western Xia king listened to this chaotic news, and his expression had gradually changed from anger and rage to silence, numbness, and quiet. At the second quarter of Xu Shi (8:30 PM), an even greater defeat was spreading. To the west, the Black Flag demons who had killed their way over were sweeping the defeated troops along with them, pushing towards the Western Xia main formation.

The two sides entered visual range.

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