May is approaching and the weather is getting hotter and hotter.

A night of drizzle brought a little coolness to the Hetao Plain in midsummer. Smokes rose from the farm in the distance, and a loud trumpet sounded on the arrow tower outside the farm. This was the sound of an enemy attacking.

Zhou Tong and his personal guards quickly walked to the wall of the farm. This was not a city wall. There was no gate. The gate of the farm was a archway with no place to settle down. However, the arrow tower behind the wall was connected, and each row could accommodate fifteen soldiers to climb the arrow tower.

The rumbling horse hooves were too far away, and they sounded like thunder, but Zhou Tong, who had been here for a long time, knew that this was the sound of a large number of cavalry charging.

"Hurry, be on guard!" Zhou Tong waved.

There are now hundreds of small tribes in the Hetao area that belonged to the Han Dynasty. The three thousand men Ma Dai brought in the first place have been scattered among various farms for coordination. There are actually not many soldiers and horses stationed in each farm. Zhou Tong has a relatively large number of people because he is close to the periphery, but there is only one garrison. At his current level, he can actually lead more soldiers and horses, and he is not in the Lanchi New Army.

But when Zhou Tong heard that he was going to the northwest, he knew that there was a war, so he took the initiative to come here. In fact, his old friends who knew about his identity, including Cao Ren, have passed away now, and Zhou Tong is no longer young. There is no need for him to rush forward without his life. After all, he still has his wife and children at home.

But Zhou Tong didn't care. At first, he rushed to the front because of his inner torture. He would definitely rush to the front every time he was wartime. But now the threat from Wei State is basically gone, but Zhou Tong found that he began to enjoy this kind of hesitation between life and death. He longed for fighting, longed for the blood of the enemy, and longed for the feeling of being cut by the enemy's weapons on his body. That tearing pain could make him know that he was still an individual and clearly feel that he was still alive.

Moreover, the Han Dynasty now treats the children of soldiers very generously, especially the orphans of soldiers who died in battle. Not to mention anything else, entering the academy is the focus of training. Therefore, the Han soldiers who went out to fight had no worries. Therefore, even though they are now generals at the lieutenant level, when Ma Dai issued a mission, he was still willing to take the troops of even one garrison general to the front line.

Because here, it will be closer to death, and if you fight with the Wei Dynasty, Zhou Tong still has some knots in his heart, but if he fights with the Hu people, he will not have this concern. He can enjoy the pleasure between life and death more happily. What ordinary people fear is an unspeakable enjoyment for Zhou Tong.

"Arrowers go upstairs!" Zhou Tong looked at the distance where the heaven and earth were connected. The faint black line gradually squirmed and became thicker, and finally became a scene of a large number of cavalry running. Judging from the posture, there were hundreds of cavalry.

Zhou Tong waved his hand and signaled the herdsmen in the farm to go upstairs to prepare for archery. Most of these herdsmen were naturalized by the Huns and were proficient in riding and shooting.

Although it is considered naturalization now, the sense of belonging is not too high. Not to mention now, even when the Huns were still in the Huns, if the Shanyu asked them to do a highly dangerous task, the Huns would most likely refuse. This is also the reason for the formation of the Huns' guerrilla style. If the casualties are too great, the Huns will be more likely to collapse and bomb the camp than the Han army that pays attention to military discipline!

Therefore, when the farm encounters an enemy attack, the guards everywhere usually let the Huns stand on relatively safe arrow towers to shoot arrows, while the Han army is responsible for the task of receiving the enemy head-on.

This kind of fixed-point survival and grazing is not necessary to rush around, and the residence is also comfortable and warm lifestyle. The Huns actually like it. No one doesn't like comfort. In the past, living by pursuing water and grass was also forced to live. If survival can be guaranteed, they will naturally be more willing to survive in such an environment.

Under such circumstances, they were naturally willing to help the Han army guard their family, which was theirs. Although it was not long, somehow, these Xiongnu or Xianbei people had a strong sense of belonging to the new living environment and lifestyle.

Zhou Tong did not ride a horse, his cavalry level was average, and it was difficult to have that kind of refreshing feeling when fighting on horseback, so he was more willing to fight in the field.

The wall is made up of three layers of wooden stakes. The innermost layer is the thickest and the strongest. If the two rows of wooden stakes in front are in war, as long as they untie the rope and put it down, they will be barbed, like spears to prevent the enemy from approaching.

Whether it is the Xianbei or the Huns' fighting style, there are few situations where they directly attack the other side. They prefer to ride and shoot, shoot arrows and run away after getting close. This is also a typical nomadic tactic. Whether it is the Xianbei, the Huns or the Wuhuans, it is the same method.

The ground under his feet began to tremble slightly. Many villagers watched with distress as the crops growing well outside the farm were trampled by the enemy's horse hooves. Zhou Tong looked at a Hu cavalry interestingly when he saw a pit in front of him. With his superb riding skills, the horses soared into the air. After crossing three or five feet apart, he failed to cross the huge cesspool. He fell into the cesspool with his people and horses. The Hu cavalry, who followed closely behind, hurriedly avoided both sides, and some could not avoid them. He rushed in directly. Just looking at it, Zhou Tong felt a little disgusted.

The number of cavalry is about 500. There are not many tribes nearby that can gather so many cavalrymen, and they have not really rushed up directly. In fact, since Liu Yi established the farm to the east of Xihe, although Hu cavalry will attack from time to time, few Hu cavalry will actually come to attack the farm. Unless the door is not closed, sometimes it is a trap. Until now, even if the door is open, these Hu people dare not break in randomly.

At most, the crops would be damaged and they would run away. However, a cavalry team of 500 people is rare at this time. I heard from the Huns in the village that if they want to gather a large number of cavalry, it will be at least autumn.

A burly Hun man rode his horse outside the village and said something loudly.

Zhou Tong recruited a Han slave bought from the Huns, and naturally he had no status as a slave. The Han Dynasty did not promote this. Because he was proficient in the language of various ethnic groups in the grassland, Zhou Tong was appointed as a subordinate official and specially translated it for him.

"What did he say?" Zhou Tong looked at the little official and asked.

"He wants to fight with the general." The little official bowed.

"Fighting General?" Zhou Tong was surprised that there were also such fighter generals on the battlefield of the Han people, but now this kind of combat method has been eliminated. If among the Han people, the enemy actively proposes fighting generals, you have to doubt whether there is a conspiracy, whether there is a crossbowman secretly aiming at him or something, and he will never think that the other party really wants to fight generals at the first time.

But in the Huns or the entire grassland, fighting generals is more common. The Hu people worship strong people, and fighting generals is also a matter of showing the courage of both sides, which is very honorable.

"Yes, they said that if they could beat their warriors, they would send five war horses." The little official bowed.

"What if I lose?" Zhou Tong asked back.

"If you lose, this farm belongs to them." The little clerk whispered.

"Wow, this is the case. Five war horses want to bet against a farm?" Zhou Tong climbed up an arrow tower, took a deep breath, and shouted: "If you really want to fight a general, it's OK, but it needs fairness. Five horses want to bet on a camp. Are you thinking too much?"

He spoke official language, and he didn't care whether the other party could understand it or not. It would be best if he could understand it. If he didn't understand it, he would just hang it outside. He liked to fight, but it didn't mean he was stupid. Not to mention that there were hundreds of cattle and sheep in this farm, just the value of this farm, these five horses could at most change to the toilet.

"What do you want?" The burly man reacted for a long time after hearing this, then asked back as he stuttered in the official words of Jiasheng.

"First of all, since you want to fight the generals, don't ride a horse!" Zhou Tong said carelessly: "In addition, if I lose, this farm belongs to you, but if you lose, the people behind you need to put down their weapons and war horses and surrender."

"Impossible!" said the burly man in silence.

"Then get out, you should keep the five war horses yourself." Zhou Tong glanced at the other party disdainfully. He didn't want to talk to the other party at all, and ran down from the arrow tower.

"Du~"

The burly man showed an angry look on his face. The moment Zhou Tong turned around, he suddenly drew his bow and took an arrow, took a few steps forward, and shot out a few arrows. The sharp cluster of arrows passed through the sky in an instant, and came to the arrow tower of the farm with a sharp roar. A cold light flashed, and with a loud sound, he pierced into the armrest of the arrow tower.

Zhou Tong, who was about to go downstairs, frowned, stood up again, looked at the proud and powerful man, and snorted coldly, "Looking for death, shoot me an arrow!"

With a command, on the arrow towers on both sides of the main entrance, thirty herders who had prepared bows and arrows quickly bent their bows and shot at the strong man one by one.

The strong man claimed to be amazingly powerful and could shoot through wooden boards a hundred steps away. It was impossible for ordinary people to shoot so far. Therefore, he dared to show off his power here.

But the next moment, thirty cold arrows fell to her.

"Puff puff puff puff~"

The strong man showed a shocked expression on his face, and there was no way to block or avoid it. He was penetrated by three sharp arrows. The sitting war horse was also shot by sharp arrows. He screamed and turned his head and ran away. The strong Hun man's body was thrown off the horse's back and fell to the ground fiercely. The war horse ran for a few steps, but fell to the ground weakly.

Zhou Tong looked at the strong man's body like a mentally retarded person, spitted disdainfully, and then walked downstairs.
Chapter completed!