To the north of Yinshan Mountain, several Han army scouts spread out in a small fan and rode their horses forward slowly.
It is completely different from the south side of Yinshan Mountain. On the north side of Yinshan Mountain, not only the altitude is raised by one level, but the temperature has even dropped a lot, and the landform is completely different.
If it is warm spring in the south of Yinshan Mountain, it is icy winter here in the north. Even the cold and rugged stones on both sides of the road are so sharp and angular, as if they are about to jump up and prick someone at any time.
Although it is said to be a road, it is actually not a formal road. However, when the Hu people went south, they basically took the mountain road of Jumping Manyi Valley, which was relatively open. The rest of the place was basically steep cliffs.
Unless you can fly, you can't walk on a cliff.
Nature is like this. A Yinshan mountain range blocks the wind and snow in the north, and also isolates the severe cold, bringing the fortress to the south of the Yangtze River.
The dark ones are the shadows of the surrounding mountains, the white ones are the remaining snow, and the gray ones are the road under our feet that doesn't look like a road. In this section, green is already a luxurious color.
This Manyi Valley Road, perhaps because of the war, or perhaps for some other reason, has very little vegetation, let alone towering trees. It is hard to see even a sapling, and the cold wind howls directly from the north.
Come, the boast made the Han soldiers and scouts unable to open their eyes.
"Uncle Wang," a young scout said softly, blocking the wind with his hands, "it's almost fifty miles away. There's no movement. Let's go back..."
The team leader, Uncle Wang, was a veteran. After hearing the shout, he did not reply. Instead, he slowly pulled the reins of the horse. Then he looked around. When he saw that there was no movement, he bent down. Instead of answering, he replaced the horse first.
He wiped away the eye mucus from the corner of his eyes, and also wiped some dry saliva from the war horse's mouth.
The war horse has been running for a long time, and it is facing the wind and sand, so it is natural that there is some eye mucus and the like.
Just like wiping his own child clean, Uncle Wang did it very naturally and didn't feel dirty at all. When he was done, he straightened up and said with a smile: "You kid, you eat the most and you can run the best."
You are the slowest and the first to shout, you are such a coward..."
"Uncle Wang, you arranged for me again..." Although he knew that Uncle Wang was joking, the young scout still protested with some dissatisfaction, "Don't we all eat the same way? I can't eat more..."
Uncle Wang chuckled. He was about to say something when he suddenly stopped talking. His back was slightly bent, and his calloused hands slowly opened and reached for the cloth bag beside the horse...
There was silence all around, except for the howling north wind, which never stopped blowing.
"Open your bow! Draw your sword!"
Uncle Wang suddenly gave an order loudly, and with a flip of his hand, he had already taken the bow from his horse's bow bag. At this moment, several gray shadows suddenly stood out from the dark stone cracks in front, and there was a loud sound in the air.
, seven or eight feather arrows have been shot with strong wind!
There was a clang sound, but Uncle Wang slammed the back of his bow on the arrow flying towards him, knocking the arrow away. The long arrow with gray and white variegated feathers struck with a diagonal sound.
Into the soil on the side.
"spread!"
Uncle Wang roared loudly, and while running sideways with the horse's belly between his legs, he drew an arrow and fought back.
In such a moment of fighting, the Han army scouts had clearly seen the attacker's clothes and shouted: "The Huns' vulture shooters!"
The Huns and Xianbei people are quite easy to distinguish. At least the Huns are accustomed to wearing felt hats, while the Xianbei people like to show their braids. Even if they wear hats, they are smaller and taller than the Huns.
Sharper.
Along with this roar, two screams of different frequencies were heard. A scout seemed to have been shot and fell heavily to the ground.
The opponents are the vulture shooters among the Xiongnu who are good at bows and arrows. Although there are not many in number, they are full of accuracy and power. Even the arrows that miss are screaming in the air!
"Walk!"
Uncle Wang just held his bow in his hand and shot back as many arrows as possible towards the Huns. He was not worried about these vulture shooters, because although these archers were powerful, they were far away from each other.
The arrow has to fly a certain distance in the air, so there is still some time to avoid obstacles, but what if there are more than just these Hun archers?
Moreover, the vulture shooters generally do not act alone. They always serve as scouts for the Xiongnu, spreading out from a distance and guarding the surroundings of the army like eyeliners.
Therefore, meeting the Xiongnu eagle shooters here means that the Xiongnu army is to the north, on the plateau to the north of Yinshan Mountain blocked by rocks!
Just as Uncle Wang expected, after a while, some small black spots appeared in the distance, accompanied by towering smoke and dust. It was obvious that a large number of people had arrived.
"Go back!" Uncle Wang yelled, "You brat and black dog, you go back and report the news first! The others will protect you and let's go!"
The primary goal of the scout is not to fight, but to pass back the detected information in a timely manner. If a scout is extremely brave, he can defeat several or even dozens of people, but he died in front of the battle and failed to allow his own army to gain victory.
Knowing the enemy's movements, such scouts are actually useless.
"Xiao Sanlang! How are you?" Uncle Wang shouted at the fallen scout on the other side, ready to pat his horse and go over to check.
"Don't! Don't come here!" Sanlang yelled with all his strength from the horse's belly, "I can't survive, I can't leave! Uncle Wang, leave! I'll cut off your queen!"
Saburo's horse was hit by an arrow in the neck and lay dying on the ground. Saburo broke his leg when he fell. The calf of his left leg was bent and deformed. The calf bone pierced the skin and flesh, revealing a white section, which was covered with blood for a while.
It gushes out like a spring and has dyed a large area of the ground red.
"Brother Sanlang!" a scout shouted sadly.
"..." Uncle Wang took one last look at Saburo who was lying on the horse's belly, turned away, his muscles trembled a few times, "Let's go!"
Seeing that the Han army's scouts had escaped, the four Condor Shooters had no intention of pursuing them. It was their duty to intercept and expel each other and isolate them from detection. Of course, being able to capture the Han army's heads was naturally an achievement, so these few
The Condor Shooter slowly touched Saburo who was lying on the ground...
Saburo struggled to lean on the horse. Because he had suffered severe blood loss, his arms were a little weak. He could only use his other intact foot to push on the back of the bow, and silently used his remaining strength to slowly draw the hard bow.
When the Hun's vulture shooter got closer, he suddenly straightened his legs, raised his bow out of the horse's body, and shot the arrow out with a "bang" sound!
Because they were so close, by the time they heard the sound of the bowstring, it was already too late to dodge. A vulture shooter was hit by an arrow, and the long arrow pierced his chest with a "pop!"
"Um……"
Saburo no longer had the strength to shoot the second arrow. Although he saw the revenge arrows shot by the remaining three condor shooters, he did not dodge, but slowly closed his eyes with a trace of satisfaction.
With a look on his face, he murmured: "...It's not a loss..."
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Today's weather is extremely sunny, but there is no warmth in the shady mountains, only the coldness of an iron horse.
The barbarians wearing fur hats, like scarabs emerging from the cracks in the rocks, black and gray, surrounded the fortress in the Manyi Valley of Yinshan Mountain, which made people irritated, disgusted and brought fear at the same time.
As more and more cavalry gathered, the sound of horse hooves tapping on the ground became louder and louder, seeming to cause the entire ground to tremble slightly. The sound was like muffled thunder, as low as human heartstrings.
It trembles.
Above the camp, every soldier can clearly feel this. Even if he holds his hand on the wall of the camp, he can feel the slightest tremor passing through his body. The numbing feeling spreads from the palms of his hands to his shoulders and to the soles of his feet.
The shocks coming up gathered together, rushed to the heart, rushed to the head, and turned into waves of chills, making the infantry soldiers stationed on guard look a little pale.
However, Xu Huang was at ease. Not only was he not afraid, he was actually a little excited. Of course, he was more confused...
"Brother Wenhe," after the initial run-in, Xu Huang now seems to be closer to Jia Xu, "...but I don't understand...why do these thieves feel that they are sure of victory?"
This is something Xu Huang is puzzled by. Why do he feel that his soldiers are not enough? Or he feels like a stupid person. Why would he choose to attack him?
Not to mention the Hu people, whether the Xianbei people want to take revenge or take back the Yinshan Mountains, there is always some reason, but why do these Montenegrin troops dare to rebel suddenly?
Jia Xu smiled slightly, glanced at Xu Huang, and said, "It's not your fault."
After a pause, Jia Xu said: "The Black Mountain thieves are short-sighted and self-righteous. It is not surprising that they make this judgment... Gongming urges migrant workers every day, and the soldiers naturally have less training. Falling into the eyes of such thieves is undoubtedly a flaw...
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Xu Huang frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but finally nodded.
Drills will naturally happen, but they do not happen every day. After all, on the one hand, these soldiers have also been in battle formations. On the other hand, the camp is obviously more important. These soldiers also need to be allocated to urge the workers, and everyone's energy
There is a certain limit to physical strength, so it is naturally impossible to focus entirely on training.
"...The Black Mountain bandits use themselves to save others," Jia Xu looked at Xu Huang's expression and continued to explain, "I heard that the Black Mountain bandits are said to have millions of soldiers, and their soldiers are counted as one hundred thousand, how can they distinguish this area from others?" Two thousand people are watching? Even if there is a stronghold wall here, there are still Xianbei attacks, and they can reap the benefits, so why not do it?"
"A mere two thousand people?" Xu Huang raised his head and laughed, a hint of anger flashing across his face.
How could Xu Huang not be angry when he was underestimated by the Black Mountain bandits?
But this is the reality. There are too many people in this world who are used to being self-centered and measuring everything around them by their own standards. For the Montenegrin Army, they are used to fighting in a swarm, and are used to measuring the victory or defeat of battles by the number of people. , I am used to the level of fighting with surrounding counties and counties before, how can I change the original inertia here in Yinshan?
Since Emperor Ling of the Han Dynasty, the Black Mountain Army has been the target that the court has always wanted to destroy. However, there are indeed not many troops that can fight, and the money and food cannot support it. Therefore, it is impossible to mobilize a large army. It can only order the Black Mountain area, Hanoi, Hedong, Shangdang Zhongshan area The county soldiers carried out encirclement and suppression.
For ordinary county soldiers, it would be better if they are standing soldiers. If they are civilian soldiers who come to serve, they are actually no different from the Montenegro Army. Even if there are shortcomings in the battle formation, once the Montenegro Army has something The situation was declining, so they retreated into the mountainous areas, and then these county soldiers did not dare to enter the mountains rashly. Therefore, basically speaking, these surrounding county soldiers had never completely won a frontal battle. After going back and forth, they fought many times. These Montenegrin troops had no way to deal with the Han army. A certain amount of awe and fear is normal.
What do you mean by a county soldier? If you take off that armor, you might not be as good as yourself!
At first it was just to cheer up his men, but after he told it too much, the commanders of the Black Mountain Army began to believe it. In addition, they had not suffered any losses in recent years. The most tragic thing recently was the defeat of the Bai Rao tribe by Cao Cao. Once, the Black Mountain Army thought that its strength was very good compared with the surrounding counties, as long as they didn't mess with Cao Cao.
In fact, this is part of the reason why Jia Xu insisted on letting the Montenegrin Army do something small this time...
In addition to what Xu Huang said, Jia Xu naturally had deeper considerations.
But looking at Xu Huang's appearance, Jia Xu knew that the few words he just said had aroused Xu Huang's dissatisfaction, so he did not continue to say anything, but put his hands into his sleeves and smiled. Stand aside.
"Come here!" Xu Huang looked at the Xianbei Xiongnu coalition approaching from the north, turned his head disdainfully, and shouted loudly, "Bring the Xianbei slaves to the wall, and the knife and ax men will come forward! Sacrifice the flag!"
Slowly approaching is nothing more than giving the defenders continuous psychological pressure, and then letting the defenders expose some flaws in the face of such increasing pressure, and then expand and exploit them...
A row of strong soldiers holding sharp axes stood at the edge of the camp wall. It was not Xu Huang who used axes, as he liked to use axemen, but swords to chop bones. If you chop too much, the bones would break, so generally speaking, if you think about it now, If people want to cut off people's heads on a large scale to sacrifice the flag, they usually choose to use an axe.
Groups of former Xianbei slaves were brought to the village wall. These Xianbei slaves had been cut off from food supply for two or three days. Each of them was so hungry that their hands and feet were weak. They knew what their next fate would be, but they Unable to resist.
Xu Huang stood on the wall of the camp, his bright red cloak trembling in the wind. He looked around at the soldiers and said loudly: "This is the Yinshan Mountain! It is the border of China for 90,000 miles! It is the Husai across the Qin and Jin Dynasties! It is the Meng clan. The Qin generals, the Wei lords, the Han generals, the land of iron armor and bloodshed! Here is the blood of our ancestors, and here are the heroic spirits of those who have died before me!"
"Most of you here are old soldiers from Bingzhou. Who doesn't have the pain of Hu Yi's family being destroyed? Who doesn't have the resentment of Hu Yi's blood?! Today, our ancestors are walking with us, and our heroic spirits are with us! Hu Yi just wants to be here from now on. However, we must ask whether the sharpness of our swords and guns is disadvantageous!"
Xu Huang took a breath and shouted: "Let Hu Yi know that anyone who touches Han land will be punished!"
"Execution! Sacrifice the flag with blood!"
The soldier kicked the Xianbei slave over, and then the knife and ax hand on the side chopped it off with an axe. The Xianbei slave's head was like a ripe fruit in autumn. It left the branch under the influence of external force and fell on the Under the walls of the Yinshan camp...
