Chapter 442 Tent (two in one chapter)
Because it was a sneak attack, the frontier soldiers had an advantage despite being few in number, and the government officials who followed immediately on the left and right sides also strengthened their momentum.
Fighting alone, they were not as strong as the Northern Army, but with the combined efforts of several people and the strong bows on their sides, the balance of victory was tilting towards them.
Yan Huaiwen always kept a distance from Beirong.
It was not that Beirong was pointing his bow in his direction, but when they were aiming through the wind and snow, the calm and urgent sharp arrows were already coming towards him ferociously.
Yan Huaiwen walked around, thrusting diagonally or moving sideways, constantly changing his position. The only thing that remained constant was the steady output of arrows.
Yan Laoer lay lying in the snow and watched with excitement.
His previously stiff body was warmed by the blood rushing all over his body, and he unknowingly got closer and closer to his brother, the center of the battlefield.
Qi Da and Qi Wu, followed closely by Yan Laoer, were ready to go and observed their surroundings vigilantly. In their eyes, no matter whether they were Beirong, nor the people from the border army and government offices, they were not as good as those from their own village.
People are important, especially Xiucai Gong and Yan Er, they must take good care of them.
Whoosh!
An arrow shot out from the snow and hit a Beirong in the neck. The sharp iron arrow penetrated easily and pierced the target.
Before the Beirong could retract his fierce gaze, the bow string in his hand had been pulled halfway, and he was about to use the shelter of the tent to shoot from a low position. The target he locked was Hu Da, who was on horseback with a volley of arrows.
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This Beirong would never have thought that there would be a group of people ambushed in the snow, let alone that such a group of people ambushed in the snow would have such superb archery skills.
It's Hu Er!
Damn it, you idiot dares to sneak up on my brother. If you don’t shoot, who will you shoot?
Hu Er's arrow was like a signal.
It lit up the fighting spirit in the hearts of all the people in Xiaoan Village.
They have been lying in the snow for a long time.
They watched the border troops and government officials fight with the Beirong troops, coming and going, life and death.
It wasn't that long ago, but the scene they had deliberately ignored was awakened.
That night, Beirong attacked.
They came in and out of each house at will, they rummaged for food and property, they destroyed the houses that everyone had finally built, they harmed the poultry and livestock in the village, they shot us with arrows, they chopped us with knives, they laughed so ugly
, they babbled and said something we couldn’t understand, but we all knew they didn’t mean anything good!
The door panels of every household in our village have been replaced!
My daughter-in-law was hiding in the dark cellar under the arrow tower, frightened while she was whittling wooden arrows and bamboo arrows, and her hands were cut several times!
Our boys and girls were all forced to kill people on the tower...
These bastards are all beasts!
The people in Xiaoan Village only dared to think and discuss secretly behind their backs. What would have happened to the village if they had not guarded that night?
What will happen?!
Is Huju City miserable? There are things worse than Huju City.
Everyone in Xiaoan Village went to the big fair last month, but after going, everyone was silent when they came back.
I was very excited when I went there, but I was disappointed when I came back.
Most of the people who came to the market were missing, and the white clothes stung their eyes.
The people of Xiaoan Village did not sell anything at the big market.
Because all the people who come to the market are here to sell things. What they have left is their belongings that can be exchanged for food and money.
After returning from the big show, no one mentioned it again.
They worked harder, trained with the wounded soldiers, earned copper coins, bought food, and stocked up on firewood...
But I don’t know why, but I feel like I’m holding a breath inside, and I feel so depressed that I can’t get out.
This suffocating feeling dissipated immediately after Xiao Er and Qi Si crossed the mountain to bring back the cattle and sheep from Beirong, and they felt happy.
Who was it that said at that time, Beirong can come and rob us, why can’t we rob theirs?!
It was like a heavy hammer hitting their hearts.
Yes, why not?!
Now, they are coming!
Wang Dalang suddenly got up from the ground. Although he was still squatting, he was indeed taller, much taller than the men around him.
He also used a bow, which was very powerful and could shoot far.
The men in Xiaoan Village practice bows more than crossbows, and they all have the same idea, aiming for this strength.
If you often walk in the mountains, you will know that wild animals are alert and will not let people get close. Bows are easier to use than crossbows and have a longer range.
He stood the long bow in front of him, and the action of drawing the bow was not fast, even a little slow. He aimed with one eye narrowed, just when everyone thought he had to take another look.
The taut bowstring loosened.
In the wind and snow, the sound was small but loud.
Everyone didn't care about hiding, they all looked at the arrow shot by Wang Dalang.
Missed!
Blown aside by the wind!
I can’t tell you how I feel. I’m a little disappointed, but I also think it’s the way it should be.
How could they hit the target in such a strong wind? How long have they been practicing? The Hu brothers are naturally good shooters. If they are not good at it, they have to practice again...
Yan Laoer suddenly got up.
He shouted loudly: "Damn, they've all been exposed. What are you waiting for? Shoot them!"
He didn't even have time to take aim. Now was not the time to worry about whether to hit the target or not. Two arrows popped out of the snow. He was exposed! Just release the arrow!
He raised his hand and shot an arrow.
"ah!"
A small cry of pain.
From a certain Beirong who was stabbed in the leg by an arrow.
Yan Laoer:......
Men from Xiaoan Village:!!!
Yan Laoer was all shot?!
Then...they also try?
Try it, just try it!
Countless arrows flew out from all directions in no particular order.
Some got hit, some didn't.
Is accuracy so important at this time?
Not!
As long as someone gets shot, it doesn't matter who he is.
"Cum!"
Yan Laoer is in high spirits.
Teng Teng ran forward a few more steps, squatted down, and fired another arrow from the bamboo crossbow. He didn't miss it, so he immediately ran away. He changed places and fired another arrow. He repeated this, and he didn't shoot a few arrows, but
It’s because I’m so tired…
But I have to say that Yan Laoer played a very good leading role.
The familiar rhythm is back!
They formed a small team to kill bandits and Beirong.
Shoot 'em, shoot 'em, shoot 'em!
The men in Xiaoan Village climbed up from the snow one by one. They kept changing their shooting positions and shot the arrows without hesitation.
Mr. Xue Qi’s face was as congested as pig liver.
Finally, he couldn't bear it anymore.
"Can you shoot accurately?"
The people under me not only have to dodge Beirong's swords, but they also have to dodge your arrows.
So far, no one has been accidentally shot, but it's scary to watch.
He turned his foot, tripped Beirong in front of him, and pressed him up.
The brutal weight immediately made him choke on his blood.
He raised his left hand and slapped the person, causing the Beirong's eyes to sparkle with stars. He drew the knife with his right hand, and before he could use the knife to defend himself, he used the blade to slash the Beirong's neck...
After solving this problem, Mr. Xue Qi immediately got up and threw himself at the next one with a ferocious look on his face...
Yan Huaiwen's eyes narrowed slightly, he slowed down his shooting speed, and with his peripheral vision he glanced at the people from Xiao'an Village who were approaching in groups.
"Use sticks to block swords, and bows and crossbows to suppress the formation." He shouted: "Don't be afraid, Hu Da and I will deal with the archers!"
He shouted in the direction of Yan Laoer.
Yan Laoer lived up to his expectations, and the translator immediately followed: "Use a stick to block the knife, slap them, swing them, poke them in the stomach to create some distance... whatever you can do to block them!"
If one person is not enough, use two people. Use two sticks to attack them. If you can't hit them at such a close distance? If you can't hit them, just shoot a few more arrows.
Brothers, don’t be a coward, do them!
My brother and Hu Da are watching over us. Anyone in Beirong who has a bow can shoot him to death!
Rush!"
The first person to rush over and run at the front is no one else.
It’s the waiter!
Yan Yu's blood boils, she has been waiting for this moment!
She endured when Uncle Hu was shooting arrows; she endured when Uncle Wang was shooting arrows; and she still endured when her father was shooting arrows!
A hundred forbearance turns into steel.
No, here's your chance to be tough!
Yan Yu rushed over like a little leopard, rounded the iron rod in his hand, and swung it towards the leg of a Beirong.
The Beirong turned his back to her and was fighting with the border troops. The two men were fighting fiercely.
The border troops on the opposite side saw the people coming from behind, but they did not dare to be distracted.
Suddenly, Beirong on the opposite side fell to the ground, and there seemed to be a cracking sound of broken bones...
This frontier soldier was also an experienced veteran. He immediately glared and stabbed him with his knife.
The man struggled twice and stopped moving.
Yan Yu ran ahead without looking back. She had already locked onto the next target.
However, Qi Si developed a good habit of making up a stick.
As he ran past, he swiped it with an iron-coated stick, and the Beirong's head on the ground almost tilted away.
The frontier soldier who was panting heavily:...
Yan Yu thrust the stick into the haystack and raised it with all his strength.
All the fodder flew up.
Beirong, who was hiding in the haystack and shooting arrows insidiously, was exposed in front of her.
This Beirong archery skill is average. He can shoot accurately at short distances, but not at long distances.
Her uncle stayed far away. He shot a few times and missed, so he secretly released arrows in the haystack. He shot an arrow to change the place, and shot an arrow to change the place. The border troops were okay. They had been training for battle all year round and were somewhat aware of dangers.
Perception, when fighting Beirong, the positions of both sides will constantly change, making it difficult for the archer to aim.
The government officials were not able to survive. Several people were shot. Although the injuries were not fatal, they made people feel very angry.
Yan Yu came here holding back her anger.
As soon as the young Beirong was exposed, he pointed his bow at her.
But he is fast, and Yan Yu is faster than him.
Raise your left hand and shoot an arrow.
Is the crossbow faster or the bow faster?
Isn’t that nonsense!
At such a close distance, there is no need to think about anything else, just shoot.
After she shot an arrow, she kicked her legs and rushed forward.
With this push, Yan Yu exerted all her strength, and she made a deep hole in the snowdrift on the ground.
The stick in his right hand swept across, facing the young Beirong's facade.
He was hiding in the haystacks and could only move left and right through the gaps in the haystacks or stay short.
The iron rod swept across him, and he couldn't move left or right, so he had to duck down.
Yan Yu missed the target in one sweep and had already run closer.
She completed her run-up, held the bamboo crossbow tightly with her left hand, supported the haystack, and used her strength to fly over.
boom!
The instep kicked the young Beirong hard on the head.
Yan Yu spared no effort. According to her prediction, this time, she would be either dead or mentally disabled.
Qi Si’s stick finally arrived.
Although his steps were long, it was still not easy to keep up with the nimble waiter.
Yan Yufei kicked forward, and Qi Si's luck hit him hard...
Solved another one.
Standing up from the haystack, Yan Yu scanned the whole place.
The uncles in the village came out of the mountain like tigers, working together in teams, and their momentum was like a rainbow.
The sticks were swung, some blocked the swords and some stabbed them, while the people behind them raised their bows and shot at close range.
Pour it against the previous one.
Yan Huaiwen did what he said, and he and Hu Dahu, two and three sharpshooters, completely suppressed Beirong.
With precise timing and sharp bows, the number of Beirong killed by arrows continues to increase.
Beirong had already realized that they were outnumbered. Several of them tried to seize their horses and leave, but they were all shot to death by Uncle Hu.
General Xue Qi has stopped.
He looked at Hu Da, Hu Er, and then looked at Yan Hushu, eh, this can be crossed, it's useless to be careless.
Looking at the group of country guys who work together like wolves and tigers, I wish I could give myself a slap in the face.
I still don't care enough about Xiao'an Village. I have to move even this military camp that sells iron and steel!
Yan Yu looked at the sky and gasped slightly.
It's a great thing that Beirong didn't go out to graze on a snowy day!
Yan Laoer ran over angrily.
"What are you doing? What are you doing? Who told you to run around blindly?"
Yan Yu looked silly at his father, then suddenly his eyes widened and he looked somewhere: "Dad, follow me."
Yan Laoer had no time to ask, so he had to follow her.
Yan Huaiwen is already very close.
Not only did he clearly see the heroic appearance of his waiter, but also the father and daughter went to one of the tents.
He couldn't help but follow him.
"Dad, it's this tent. Someone was hiding inside. I peeked out several times. I looked and saw that it was a woman." Yan Yu whispered.
Yan Laoer frowned: "The women from Beirong also participated in the war. Are they old and weak here?"
Yes, the Beirong are such a tough nation.
Women are also very strong, they can shoot arrows and raise swords.
"Are you...the Guanzhou Army?" A very small voice came from the tent.
…
Yan Huaiwen walked over and saw his brother and niece far away from the tent. The two looked at each other as if they couldn't believe it, with hesitation and hesitation written all over their faces...
By this time, the war was nearly over.
Their sneak attack was a complete success.
General Xue Qi was right to send people to watch the horses. Not a single Beirong escaped under their noses.
The cattle and sheep are also there.
Currently, the frontier troops and government officials are searching every corner inside and outside the tent to prevent any Beirong from being missed.
And they, the people from Xiaoan Village, are doing something they must do after the war.
Last hit.
"Brother, there... there are some women and children there, they say they are from Guanzhou." Yan Laoer was waiting for the backbone.
To be honest, he and his daughter somewhat believed it.
I have long heard that Beirong not only robbed food, but also kidnapped people when they got the chance.
Those women looked very skinny, and the clothes they wore were not those of Guan Nei people. Although they spoke Guanzhou dialect, their enunciation was not clear.
The father and daughter were not sure whether they had learned Guanzhou dialect later, or whether they had been tortured so badly that they did not speak for a long time, causing their accents to be vague.
More importantly, they didn't dare to go in.
What if there is a trap inside? If they get in unprepared, if someone gives them a hard blow, then the game is over.
Both sides were talking through the tent. They didn't believe the people inside, and the people inside didn't believe the people outside either.
The two men discussed it and decided to stay away and let the border troops handle it.
They should have experience in this area...right?
"Did you say where you are from?" Yan Huaiwen asked.
Yan Yu: "They said it was from Longxing, and some said it was from Fengming, but they didn't say it was from Huju."
This is also the reason why father and daughter are not sure.
If you want to say it is from Huju, tell us whether it is from the city or which town. The father and daughter have the experience of going to the countryside to collect grain, so they can almost match the number.
But Long Xing, Feng Ming...
Doesn’t this make you blind?
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