Chapter 1528

On the third day, on the day when the army commanded the Zhe Kexing was traveling, Wang Yang had already led the elite imperial musketeers to travel two hundred miles along the river, crossed the Yellow River and began to head towards the Qing army of the river.

On the vast field northeast of the Heqing Army, the north wind whimpered, and the dead grass was blown to the ground, while countless cattle and sheep were still chewing on the withered hay, filling their stomachs.

Those strong men need to carry bows and arrows, gallop in the vast wilderness, drive away the wolves hidden in the wilderness, and hunt down those fat prey so that they can reserve more food before the heavy snow comes.

Da Xingun (Khitan tribe's official name) Aba of the Tuliuyu tribe was leading fifty excellent elite riders, chasing a group of yellow sheep along the bank of the Yellow River.

For those fat yellow sheep, the fat and sweet oil that flows out when roasting yellow sheep, and the delicious broth when stewing yellow sheep are all the best delicacies in winter.

This is the best opportunity they have encountered when they have gone out to hunt for more than ten days. For this reason, they have been chasing for nearly an hour. The horsepower is already exhausted, but the yellow sheep are also exhausted.

Any yellow sheep that cannot run has been shot and killed by the Khitan riders with great archery skills. However, they did not pick it up immediately, but continued to bypass the dying prey and continue to chase it. After all, after the flock of yellow sheep is captured, they will just turn around and pick it up.

At this time, the wolves on this wilderness had been driven a hundred miles away by them a few days ago, and no one dared to snatch their prey.

And just after they ran forward for about ten miles, the flock of yellow sheep, who had seen the strength, suddenly stopped running, and seemed to be about to turn around, but after seeing them, the Khitan riders who had been chasing, they were completely in panic.

The somewhat panicked yellow sheep simply jumped into the cold Yellow River, as if they wanted to cross the river desperately, while some were running desperately towards the south.

"Why did you go back? Could it be that there is a smell of a wolf pack in front of you?" Aba, an experienced old hunter, immediately stopped the horse's head and drank the young people around him who were still trying to move forward.

"It shouldn't be true. We had just inspected this area three days ago, and there was no trace of a wolf pack at all." A young cavalry turned his horse's head and looked into the distance, shouting loudly.

At this time, Aba narrowed his head and looked forward for a long time, but found nothing, so he had to jump off the horse again, lay on the ground, pressed his ears tightly on the ground, listened carefully for a long time, his face became confused.

"Da Xingu, what's wrong?" A Khitan knight asked Aba.

"There are at least thousands of horses. Could it be that the horses of the guys from the B-Second Division have crossed the border?" After Daxin Gun Aba turned over and jumped onto the horse's back, his face darkened.

"Boshima, haven't those bastards given up yet? Last year, their cows crossed the line and were driven back by us. This is actually happening again now. It's too much." Hearing the words of Daxin Gun Aba, the warriors who chanted Liuyu's tribe couldn't help but sink their faces.

"It's okay, follow me to see. If it's them, then we will rush to the Heqing Army and ask the general and the clan leader to take charge of us." Da Xingu Aba raised his hand and waved his hand. He could no longer care about the scattered yellow sheep and began to ride his horse and continue walking forward.

Since it was already dark, even though they had lit the torch in their hands and tried hard to hold it high, their vision could not be far away, and they could only see more than ten feet away.

A further distance, all you can see was a gray-black shadow, and the sound of hooves was getting closer and closer. At this time, Da Xingu Aba raised the torch high and shouted loudly.

As he shouted loudly, the herds of horses, which were at least two miles away, stopped as if they were frightened. In an instant, the sound of horse hooves in the wilderness disappeared, and only the shouting north wind was still swaying desperately.

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"There are small unknown enemies ahead. The whole army should be vigilant and not ignite the fire..." Yang Shouyue's order was quickly conveyed by the messengers. The two thousand cavalry under his command stopped their horses, closed their mouths at the same time, and landed their hands on the handle of the rotary flintlock rifle hanging on the horse's neck.

The messenger was riding his horse and galloping straight towards the southeast direction. In that direction, Wang Yang was leading three thousand main elite cavalry to move forward slowly.

"Da Xingu, something is wrong. It seems that it is not a horse, otherwise how could it be stopped so quickly?" A warrior from Tuliuyu tribe also found out that something was wrong.

"If it weren't for Ma Qun, would it be the subordinate of the B-Secretarius?"

"No matter who it is, Luoba, you lead ten people to stay where you are. The others follow me and continue to move forward. If I give you a signal, you don't care about anything. Go straight to the Heqing Army and tell the clan leader that there is an enemy attack."

Daxingu Aba took a deep breath, gave instructions to another tribe leader, and led forty cavalry slowly forward. Each warrior of the Tsujiu tribe had already tightened the handle of the bow in his hands, and controlled the reins with one hand, and took care of him with 120,000 yuan.

Yang Shouyue breathed a breath and ordered the scout general who was proficient in Khitan language sent by the Northwest Frontier Army. "Tell them that we are from the B-Second Division. We just drove out the wolves. Ask them, if they saw the wolves running from in which direction."

Hearing the shouts from the opposite side, Da Xingu Aba breathed a little relieved, but he was still a little worried. He continued to slowly rode his horse forward with the torch, shouting loudly.

At this time, Wang Yangye, who received the news, had led three thousand main forces to quietly surround him from the side.

"These Khitans are so brave. They are so calm when facing the cavalry of the Song Dynasty. Are they holding a torch to death?" Ling Zong took off the windproof mask in front of his mouth and nose, and complained in a low voice.

Wang Yang smiled, but did not speak, but continued to wait for the soldiers to arrange in order to surround the Northern Liao people who suddenly encountered them to prevent them from escaping.

Wang Yang is light but extremely warm. He has a large piece of cotton armor inlaid in key positions, wearing thick cotton gloves on his hands and thick wear-resistant felt boots on his feet.

Such equipment is not only warm enough, but the important thing is that it is much lighter than Yuanyou's iron armor, and its defense is not low. In addition, it can block the wind and a helmet lined with cotton, so these musketeers can advance in such a cold winter climate in the northern winter.

However, such cotton armor is all experimental equipment, and currently only supplies tens of thousands of Liaodong troops located in the bitter and cold areas, as well as ten thousand elite troops brought to this northwest by Wang Yang.

After a sharp and harsh whistle came from the West, Wang Yang, who knew that the army had been encircled, gave an order to Wu Qilang beside him.

"Ignite!" As the call sounded, torches were ignited by the turquoise. Seeing the little bits of light and shadow, they were dotted one after another in the direction of the dark horizon. Listening to the shouts that were very different from the Khitan language, Daxingu Aba's face instantly turned gray and white.
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