A shrill cry rang out on the gravel-strewn hillside, and then a group of soldiers appeared wearing Persian-style shorts, with black headscarves covering their heads, holding crude swords at their waists, and more than three feet of Persian-style music in their hands.
The god warrior with the bow.
There were about twenty or thirty of them, and they were moving slowly with a transport team consisting of sixty or seventy people and a dozen mules and horses.
The cry came from the back of the transport team, where there were about four or five women wearing coarse cloth and carrying large bags of food.
It can be seen that each of them is trying their best to speed up the pace in order to keep up with the transport team, because if they slow down, they will be hit or stabbed with a stick as thick as a few thumbs.
It is said that the execution ability of people in this era is really bad. Zhang Zhao has repeatedly ordered Master Titusi to strictly enforce the clearing of the wild areas from Ashbulai City to Balashagon.
But in fact, they only removed about 60% of the people. There were still many tribes that were searched out by the Persians and became slaves in such transportation teams.
‘Plop!’ A skinny woman fell to the ground. She struggled twice but couldn’t get up. The big grain bag she was carrying on her back looked bigger than her.
A god warrior walked over with a lewd smile. He deliberately took a stick and slapped the fallen woman on the buttocks hard.
"You despicable heretic, if you don't get up when I hit you for the third time, I will cut off your feet and throw you on this barren mountain to feed the wolves!"
The woman who fell to the ground cried loudly. He tried countless times but couldn't get up.
The women around them looked at the woman who fell to the ground with tears streaming down her face. Just as they were trying to help her, violent sticks suddenly hit them.
"Keep walking! Whoever dares to stop will die with her!"
The leader carrying a Persian-style sword waved his hand to the men at the rear, signaling him to quickly deal with the woman on the ground.
This kind of woman who can no longer carry a bag of grain is of no use to them.
The stick was replaced by a short knife, and the woman on the ground just turned over. She stopped crying, turned to look fearful, and her whole body began to tremble slightly.
‘Boom!’ and ‘Whoosh!’ sounded two sounds she had never heard before, and an arrow suddenly sprouted from the head of the divine warrior who was walking towards him with a short knife.
Blood spurted out from the wound, and it was as if someone had poured a bucket of paint on the God Warrior's face, and his whole face suddenly turned red.
The leader of the God Warriors subconsciously raised the small buckler on his arm.
'Poof!'
Sure enough, the next arrow was aimed at him.
However, the reaction was quick, but the equipment gap was too big. The short iron crossbow arrows fired by the divine arm bow with the power of two stones and three buckets were not something that ordinary shields could withstand.
The arrow easily penetrated the small buckler, which was not even covered with iron. The sharp arrow directly penetrated the leader's left eye socket in his horrified eyes.
The terrifying penetrating force caused the arrow to penetrate completely. The leader's head was violently thrown back, and there was a 'click' sound, causing a huge displacement of the cervical vertebrae.
Immediately afterwards, more dense arrows sounded, and the bushes on the hillside suddenly started to move. As if they had received the signal, the civilian workers in the transportation team began to jump to the roadside one after another.
Seven arrows directly took away six divine warriors, and the true arrows were all fired.
Ma Yaozi took a deep breath and slid down the slope. He was wearing green leather armor, with a leafy bush tied behind his back, and his face was covered with green mud.
Therefore, even if there was an ambush near Chi Chi, the warriors above and below did not detect them.
With a scream of "Ouch", Ma Yaozi hammered the nearest god warrior to death with a single blow. A Hanshandu warrior beside him also hacked to death a guy who was in a panic.
Immediately, the remaining God Warriors lost all desire to resist. They howled and just hated their parents for losing two legs and ran away quickly.
Eight of the twenty-odd people were easily killed within three minutes, and the rest dared to resist.
"The food was burned, the cars were burned, and the weapons were thrown into the river!"
Ma Yaozi ordered loudly. Their goal was the food, not killing people. While roaring, he untied the donkey in front of him and gave it a hard whip on the butt.
The silly donkey was looking at Ma Yao with its head tilted. It smelled a familiar smell and rolled its lips in a flattering manner, wanting to chew the beans in Ma Yao's waist pocket.
And this whip made it feel like it was struck by lightning. The donkey looked at the horse kite with a very aggrieved look, and ran away like oh oh oh oh.
Ma Yaozi smiled wickedly and suddenly saw the woman on the ground who was looking at him in horror. He hesitated for a moment and put a handful of the fried soybeans in the bag around his waist into the woman's hand.
This kind of soybeans specially fried by Erlangjun with mutton fat and salt is a little sticky because it is coated with a thick layer of oil, but it is precisely because of this that it is the best to carry around and replenish your physical strength.
food.
The woman shook for a moment, then picked up the soybeans in her hand and started chewing them.
Ma Yaozi sighed. All the men and women captured by the God Warriors had run away, and they didn't know if they would come back again. This woman was left alone in the middle of the wilderness. A handful of soybeans probably wouldn't be able to save her.
life.
Although he didn't have many soybeans left, and he was probably doing useless work, Ma Yaozi just felt that after doing this, he would feel much better.
However, while Ma Yaozi was showing his kindness, Zhang Zhao encountered trouble in the area near Ashbulai City.
I Zhang Dajungong showed the map in his hand. He was very sure that there was a supply point in this place.
However, Wang Tongtong and his two colleagues, who went to the supply point to pick up supplies, did not return at the agreed time.
Either Wang Tongtong and another soldier lost their way, or they encountered a situation. Zhang Zhao believed that the latter situation was more likely.
Because before he set off to the mountains to fight guerrillas, Zhang Zhao had everyone memorize the battle map.
On the map, the location of the supply point, where to go and where to come back from, everything has been discussed in detail by everyone, and getting lost is basically non-existent.
Fanshun came closer. His father was originally the official You Yi envoy of the Guiyi Army during the Zhang Chengfeng period, and was specifically in charge of You Yi Army.
You Yijun is the scout of the army, responsible for spying on intelligence and covering up the army, so Fanshun can be regarded as having a family background.
"Erlangjun, I just found this outside." Fanshun held a branch and handed it to Zhang Zhao. Judging from the wedge-shaped fracture of the branch, it was cut with a knife.
"We did not cut this because it would have been too easy to expose ourselves. It seems that Wang Tongtong has indeed encountered an enemy."
Zhang Zhao nodded lightly, they had strict rules and they were absolutely not allowed to damage anything with iron tools unless absolutely necessary.
"Group of three, advance in a zigzag pattern, cross cover, find people of similar stature, and put all the leather armor on one person.
Song Yizhong, you take Ben Huo as the vanguard, and Fanshun, you choose three sharpshooters as cover."
Zhang Zhao thought for a while and realized that it was impossible not to save Wang Tongtong, but he had to beware of traps set by the other side.
Strictly speaking, Song Yizhong was also Zhang Zhao's cousin, but he was just a little far apart.
He is short in stature, which gives him an advantage in jungle battles. Like Barbarian Bear and Dundup, he can ambush, but has little advantage in traveling through the jungle.
Song Yizhong nodded, and Zhang Zhao took off his chain mail and put it on him.
Among Chinese armors, the most popular among the military is actually chain armor.
Because compared to leather armor and leather armor, chain armor does not have high requirements on body shape. Anyone tall, short, fat or thin can wear each other as long as they are not too different in stature.
Although the pierced armor can also be adjusted, the range is very limited. As for the leather armor, unless the two people are similar in height and weight, there is no difference from the custom-made one.
Therefore, Zhang Zhao did not bring the piercing armor that is only used for fighting in a dignified formation, but instead each person wore leather armor, and then each person brought a set of chain armor, just to deal with such a situation.
Wang Tongtong was prostrate behind a big stone. Not far in front of him, there was a soldier from Xishandu lying down.
On the soldier's back, there was an arrow with its tail feathers still swaying gently in the breeze. He was not dead, he was still moaning lowly, and there seemed to be bright red blood flowing out from under his body.
Even at this close distance, Wang Tongtong did not dare to step forward because there were at least three sharpshooters aiming at him in the woods opposite.
Wang Tongtong didn't know their specific location, so he didn't dare to go forward. There was an arrow stuck near the stone as proof.
At the same time, the people on the opposite side did not dare to come over easily. Just beside the soldier Han Shandu, a bearded man wearing Persian chain armor also fell to the ground. This was shot over by Wang Tongtong, but it was just a little bit. Unfortunately, he was killed directly.
As summer approaches, the jungle begins to get hot and humid. Mosquitoes sense the surrounding heat and begin to buzz in search of targets.
Wang Tongtong was extremely anxious, but he didn't dare to get up. The person opposite was using the soldier's life to lure him to appear.
Abu Saleh Ibn Nasr was resting with his eyes squinted. When he heard the name, he knew that this guy was no ordinary person.
The words Ibn and Nasr have special meanings in the Samanid Kingdom of Persia, and ordinary people cannot put these two words in their names.
Because the founder of the Samanid Kingdom was called Ibn Nasr Ahmed. Although there is no explicit regulation, except for members of the royal family, outsiders do not dare to use these two words.
As for why as a member of the royal family, he still comes here, it is because the Samani Kingdom has flourished to this day, and the national fortune is prosperous, so there are naturally many members of the royal family.
Although he was still noble, it was not easy to get ahead. In addition, Ali Duraf, the governor of Tashkent Province, was his uncle, so Abu Nasr simply went to serve in the army.
As a standard nobleman, Abu Nasr has quite good skills. He began to practice martial arts with his father at the age of five. At the age of eight, he learned fighting from a famous martial arts master in Bukhara.
Although he is only nineteen years old, there are few opponents in Bukhara's aristocratic circle, and his archery skills are quite good. This is the biggest reason why Ali Duraf is assured that his nephew will join the army.
Taking a deep breath, Abu Nasr made a gesture to a guard beside him, indicating that if there was no movement on the other side after a while, he would take the risk and rush over.
These guys are so abominable! The scouts in front of the army failed to find them, and they did not appear when the army passed by. But when they started to transport food and supplies, they appeared.
Either intercept and kill the transport team, or attack the transfer point. If there are many people, attack them by force, and if there are few people, harass them.
Due to their continuous attacks, the number of shipments to Balasagun has been reduced by about 30% recently, and the number is still rising. If they are not completely wiped out, the frontline troops will starve.
This chapter has been completed!