The more than ten Qiang people, as scouts, are indeed not fulfilling their duties, but for them, it may be enough.
These Qiang people lazily rode their horses towards the east. If there were some high hills or something on one side of the road they passed, they would ride their horses up and stop to take a closer look.
Although most of Guanzhong is flat land, there are some undulating hills with the Jingwei River flowing through them. The vegetation has not been so destroyed as in later generations. There are still some woodlands and grasslands covering the loess. However, at this time, the people on both sides of the road had already fled.
He was completely naked, and everything around him looked extremely miserable. The Zhuanghe among the hundreds of fields was abandoned when it needed people to take care of it the most. It either withered and died or became overgrown with weeds...
Of course, in the eyes of the Qiang people, it is still a good pasture. There are even Qiang people who ride their horses into the fields and let their horses nibble on some green seedlings.
Along the way, these Qiang people did not encounter any decent troops. There were only some Han soldiers who closed the city in Chang'an and Lingyi and defended it. Ma Chao had already supervised the refugees to attack day and night. Seeing these Han people also
They couldn't last more than a few days, so most of the Qiang people felt that the overall situation was settled, and they were just waiting to harvest the population and property. Therefore, the sentinels along the way didn't pay much attention to it. They walked for a while, rested for a while, talked and laughed, and just followed
Just like an outing.
However, those refugees are too useless. Even with the advantage of numbers, they only know how to run back and forth crying for their fathers and mothers. Even climbing a ladder is not easy. It is really worrying that they are in vain.
Not many people feel that their lives are much more valuable than the money of those refugees. These Qiang people may have become impatient and took the knife themselves...
The Qiang people moved forward lazily, but did not notice a few pairs of sharp eyes in the sparse grass on the side, staring at them with squinted eyes. When they saw the Qiang people whistle, they ended their so-so sentry trip and turned around to return.
, and then slowly walked out of the sparse forest.
"These fools..." Gong Jun sneered disdainfully and said, "It's as if they are blind... If they are all like this, that's not bad. Hehe, these fools deserve to be unlucky then..."
Gong Jun smiled, then waved back, and more than twenty people emerged from the woods. They were all like Gong Jun, wearing clothes that were deliberately made dusty with weeds and branches.
Lying down on the grass in the forest, it's really hard to tell from a distance.
"Take everything, let's go!" Gong Jun was greeting, but when he turned around, he saw a subordinate standing in front of a tree with his legs crossed and peeing. He couldn't help but cursed, "Black pig! Brat! How many times have I told you, shit?"
You pee and poop behind the tree and behind the stone! Who the hell are you peeing in front of to show me? Cover it with soil for me! Next time I can’t control your flesh bug, I will cut it! Do you hear me!”
"I heard it! I heard it!" I don't know whether it was because he was frightened or because he had finished urinating. The young man named Heizu trembled all over and responded repeatedly. Then he squatted down and fiddled with some loess to cover up the traces of urine.
"Let's go! This melon skin..."
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The sky gradually darkened, and only the simple ladders and crash cars that were lit under the city were still emitting the last ray of light, illuminating the battlefield and the corpses on the ground.
Most of them were the corpses of refugees. These refugees, whose clothes were not even neatly dressed, staggered and died under the city. The blood soaked the loess and dyed large areas of purple mud.
As dusk approached, the Qiang people also joined the attack.
Throughout the day, the Qiang people watched helplessly as these trapped refugees splashed on the city walls like blood-colored waves. Their efforts were in vain and they laughed at them. However, when they went into battle in person, they roared and roared.
While mingling among the refugees, frantically trying to take advantage of the exhaustion of the defenders, I realized that things were not as simple as imagined...
Although Zhong Shao was ill, he still stood on the top of the city. Zhongjie tried to help Zhong Shao go down to the city to rest several times, but Zhong Shao pushed him away, breathing heavily.
Reluctant to take even one step back.
Almost everyone knows that when the city is broken, there will be no chance of survival. Even if they surrender, facing these Qiang cavalry, the people in the city will still suffer disaster. Therefore, the only option is to fight to the death.
Instead of risking your life, it is better to hold on to the hope of survival and survive in death!
After all, the previous visitors had repeatedly assured them that General Zhengxi would definitely come to rescue him with reinforcements!
Maybe it’s not far from Chang’an anymore!
From sunrise to sunrise, and from sunrise to sundown, watching the torches gradually lighting up outside the city, some of the hope I originally had in my heart was slowly sinking.
It seems that they are going to work around the clock and directly use human lives to pile up...
Although the attack effect at night is definitely not good, the soldiers who will also drag the city defense cannot be repaired. After one night, when day comes tomorrow, the gap in physical strength will be even more obvious...
Zhong Shao turned around and looked around, feeling cold in his heart.
On the top of the city, whether they were civilians or soldiers, everyone was so tired that they could no longer straighten their backs. They just lay down or leaned on each other between battles to breathe more slowly, which was actually just one more breath than a dead man.
If this continues, it will fall sooner or later!
Zhong Shao was breathing heavily, turning his head and staring in the east direction. At this moment, he wished that the sky would open his eyes, just like the last time he heard the thunderous sound of horse hooves on the nameless hill in Chang'an.
, saw the three-color flag...
Conquer the West, Conquer the West!
Now there is a crisis in the west of Chang'an. Where can we conquer the west?
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On the mound where Ma Chao was, various kinds of flags were flying in the firelight. Sitting among Ma Chao, several Han army commanders and Qiang-headed men were sitting on the left and right, talking nonsense.
Loud discussions with tongues.
It was said to be a discussion, but in fact it was mostly the Qiang people who were doing the talking.
"I didn't expect this old dog's bones to be quite hard! I beat him all day long but couldn't get them off..."
"Damn, that is, our son-in-law also joined nearly a hundred people this afternoon... They are all good men... Damn it, I must skin this old man alive to satisfy his hatred..."
"These Han dogs are also useless. They refuse to give up their strength even if they live and die. They are angry even if they look at Momojiji! When the time comes to attack again, whoever is still breathless will be pushed to the front! Just a moment.
If you hesitate even half a step, you should be killed on the spot!"
"It's true, these Han dogs are just women. Even the men cry and cry all day long, twisting and turning in a shapeless manner. They can't even hold a knife steadily. They are annoying just looking at them. They will die early and be clean!"
"I think it's not enough to supervise the battle! There are so many people. It stands to reason that even with a pile of corpses, they can pile up to the top of the city. But now, how many times have we been beaten in a day? Every time we go up, we come down, and then go up again.
, ran back again... The one who was supervising the battle at the back, all the knives were chewed by dogs?"
"His mother, this still uses it, it is definitely not concerned! Otherwise, maybe it will have been attacked for a long time!
matter!"
A group of Qiang-headed men were chattering, while the Han army commanders on the opposite side were silent and did not say a word. Even in the firelight, the spittle spitted by the Qiang people splashed in front of their eyes. These few
The Han army commander also remained silent in response.
Ma Chao originally summoned the Qiang and Han commanders, but his original intention was to have everyone sit down and decide on the order of the next attack. Anyway, judging from the exhausted appearance of the soldiers at the top of the city, the city would only be broken in the next two days. Zhong Shao
No matter how hard you try, it will be of no use.
But I didn't expect that as soon as I sat down, the Qiang people pointed their fingers at the Han people, while the Han people lowered their heads and remained silent...
Most of the Han leaders were Xia Mou's surrendered troops. Under this situation, they naturally appeared to be relatively weak.
Ma Chao saw it, but he was also silent, sitting in the middle without saying a word.
And those Qiang leaders and generals were still chattering and gesticulating in an arrogant manner, and some even started to point fingers at the Han people, as if they wanted to vent all the depression and dissatisfaction on the battlefield today.
It's all on the head of the Han commander.
The Qiang people who were closer to Ma Chao saw that Ma Chao looked wrong, so they slowly closed their mouths and stopped talking. However, the Qiang people who were far away were not aware of it, and they were talking in excitement.
While the foam was flying, he didn't notice at all that Ma Chao had quietly stood up and walked to his side.
"Do you seem to be in good spirits..." Ma Chao said coldly, "What did you just say? Let's listen to it later?"
Only then did the Yak Qiang leader see Ma Chao and let out a sigh, not knowing how to answer.
Ma Chao jumped up and knocked the Qiang-headed man to the ground with one punch. Then, with fists and kicks, he roared: "My father is also a Han. When you open your mouth, you are like a Chinese dog, and when you shut up, you are like a beast. Who the hell are you scolding?"
?”
The leader of the Yak Qiang was stunned by Ma Chao's series of punches and kicks, and was completely stunned. He could only scream and hold his head and beg for mercy.
Seeing that Ma Chao had no intention of using the knife, several Qiang people sitting nearby looked at each other and did not stand up or say anything to stop him. Instead, they watched with a smile as the Yak Qiang leader was beaten by Ma Chao.
The Qiang people have bad tempers with each other. One second they were drinking together, the next second they were twisting together and beating each other black and blue, and then the next moment they picked up wine bags on the ground and drank. There were many things that happened.
They hug each other and wrestle for fun when nothing happens. As long as they don't use knives and fight with fists, it's just a common occurrence and it doesn't count as anything.
Ma Chao vented his anger and stopped fighting. He straightened up, looked around and said: "I am a Han and a Qiang! No matter what the situation was in the past, when we come here, we are all brothers! This fucking city is broken.
We are right in front of us, and we are about to get our money and goods. Are we still thinking about whether we are Qiang people or Han people? Damn it, you are like a bitch! You! When the sun rises tomorrow, take the people and horses with you.
One wave! Is there any problem?!"
Ma Chao pointed at the Yak Qiang leader who was knocked to the ground and shouted.
The Yak Qiang man's eyebrows were blue and the corners of his mouth were swollen. He didn't know whether it was because he had been treated calmly or because he was afraid that Ma Chao would get angry again. He quickly responded: "Oh, okay, hiss... I'm kicking..."
"You!" Ma Chao turned around and pointed at one of the Han commanders on the other side and said, "Your second wave! Is there any problem?"
"Subordinates take orders!"
"Okay! Your third wave! Your fourth..." Ma Chao kept walking, giving instructions and assigning tasks. Then he sat down in the middle and said loudly, "Whoever breaks the city first will get the treasures in the city."
Twenty percent! The rest will be divided according to the size of the achievements in siege of the city! You all think about it! In the three hundred miles of Guanzhong, the richest city is Chang'an City! Twenty percent! If you don't have vehicles, you can't load it and you can't take it back.
, don’t come to me, I don’t have any extra vehicles for you!”
"Hahaha..." Hearing this, some Qiang-headed people couldn't help laughing. Didn't they come all the way from Longyou just to seek wealth?
The leader of the Yak Qiang also laughed twice, but his face was still hurting after all, and it hurt when he pulled his muscles, so he couldn't laugh anymore. He covered his cheeks and muttered in a low voice: "You little bastard, do it.
It's heavy enough...if it weren't for your father's sake..."
"Come on..." Another Qiang-headed man on the side said indifferently, "You're still a kid... How old are you? How old are they? You were beaten and you didn't even have any room to fight back.
...If I were you, I would think more about how to attack the city tomorrow!"
"I just let him..." the Yak Qiang leader muttered, then lowered his head and stopped talking.
Is he the only one who calls Han dogs or something like that?
Why doesn't Ma Chao beat others, but himself?
Do you think you are pleasing to the eye or not, or do you think your voice is too loud or too soft?
Stop talking...
Being beaten up by a young man in public, you feel no resentment or anger at all?
If not, it’s fake.
After all, it's not a glorious thing, but so what?
Who allowed his tribe to have fewer people?
Who allowed me to have people, old and young, eagerly waiting for me to go back with my belongings in Longxi?
For the sake of so-called face, he then sacrificed all his clan members here without any care, and made the young and old in the family become someone else's meal?
The middle-aged Yak Qiang man is no longer as passionate and impulsive as the young people. Although there is burning pain on his face, he is more worried about the future pain of his family...
"I...my son will also supervise the battle at night!" the Yak Qiang leader shouted through gritted teeth, "I won't sleep tonight, and I will definitely break the city tomorrow!"
"Okay!" Ma Chao gave a high-five and said, "That's true! I will also send a team of troops to help you supervise the formation!" After saying that, he glanced at Ma Dai.
Ma Dai nodded, indicating that he accepted the order.
"Those who are not on duty will be taken back to repair themselves tonight!" Ma Chao stood up and said loudly, "If we break the city tomorrow, we will be rich and powerful with you all!"
