Their movements were still too slow. An Fei's sharp hidden knife cut his own neck, and blood spurted out for several feet. Finally, they looked at Broken Gold Pass with resentment and fell straight down.
"Fight! We want revenge, rush forward and kill them all!"
The remaining members of the Yue Lun tribe went completely crazy. After the death of their leader, they could not even surrender. Their despair filled their tired bodies with strength again.
Everyone dropped their horses and started charging towards the wall.
Without horses, the target of the archers of the Wu Dynasty Zhenbei Army was instantly reduced.
The death rate of the Yue Lun tribe was reduced at the same time. Amid the screams, a group of people rushed to the bottom of the wall and began to climb with bare hands.
On the top of the wall, the Zhenbei army fought back with knives and spears, stabbing people down one by one.
Facing the crazy Di people, Zhenbei Army inevitably suffered casualties, and sergeants were pulled away from time to time.
At this time, a cavalry team was standing quietly on the far bank of the river, looking at the huge bonfire on the wall of Broken Gold Pass.
Killing cries and cries of pain came from far away, and Zhao Tingduo's tired eyes showed a smile.
He pulled the reins and said calmly: "The Yue Lun tribe is over, it's time for us to go back."
Next to him, a cavalryman said in a hoarse voice: "Young Master, why don't we go and sit at Broken Gold Guards? I'm tired of giving them big gifts in the past two days. I have to meet them before leaving."
His words caused the echoes of several people behind him: "Yes, young master, let's go and have a look! What good things are there in Luo Baihu?"
Zhao Tingduo thought for a while and said to the young man with the duck voice: "Abu, please pass on the order. You have people go back twenty miles and camp at Chahe Bay. We will rest for one night before we leave."
When Abu heard that he was about to take a rest, he was surprised and said: "Young Master, where are you?"
Zhao Tingduo looked in the direction of the fire: "I'll go to Broken Gold Pass to have a look."
The battle at Broken Gold Pass did not last long, and those rushes through the pass like moths to a flame came to an end with the Zhenbei Army suffering one heavy injury and five minor injuries.
The one who was seriously injured was the unlucky guy who had his shoulder blade pierced by an arrow, and the two sharp archers of the Yue Lun tribe were also beaten into meat patties in the chaos of crossing the barrier.
Others had scratched their skin or sprained their feet. The sergeant who was shot through the thigh by an arrow was not in danger and kept cursing people from behind.
Such battle losses are simply negligible considering the record of capturing fifteen people from the Di tribe and killing sixty, including the head of a tribal leader.
Standing on the wall, Luo Baihu shouted at the top of his lungs: "You bastards, gather the horses quickly and remember to get all the horses back. They only want to behead people."
At this time, horses were scattered everywhere on both sides of the river. Those horses were treasures.
A medical soldier ran forward to bandage his wound: "Master Baihu, your hand is injured!"
Luo Baihu lowered his head and looked: Good guy, when did his hand open? It is dripping with blood.
"Just wrap it up!"
The medic quickly stepped forward and wrapped it with cloth.
At this moment, Zhou Xiaoqi ran over and whispered in Luo Baihu's ear.
Luo Baihu's eyes suddenly widened: "Ah! I said these Dilu people are like rats that have taken medicine. They keep banging against the wall. It turns out they were driven here!"
He turned his head and grabbed the medical soldier's cloth belt, wrapped it around his hand randomly, and ran under the wall while running around: "Quick, Zhou Xiang leads the way, where are they?"
Zhou Xiaoqi pulled a horse and pointed outside the wall: "My lord, get on the horse first and we will talk on the way."
"Okay!" Luo Baihu pulled the reins and got on his horse, followed Zhou Xiaoqi through the bridge hole, stepped onto the blood-stained ice, and headed straight into the night.
After closing the wall, the soldiers who came from the guardhouse looked around. A general who was supervising the cleaning of supplies stopped him: "Where is this place? What are you doing sneakily?"
The soldier was startled and said hurriedly: "Mr. Xiao Qi, something happened in Suijin Town. The camp asked my subordinates to come down and report it to the adults of a hundred households!"
"What's the matter? Your Excellency is still blocking the wall."
"It was said that there was a fire in the town and two houses were burned down..." Xiao Bing replied quickly when he heard that the adults of the hundred households were not there.
"It's just two private houses. Let the camp handle it with Xue Zhuang." Mr. Xiao waved his hand impatiently and immediately drove them away.
So what if we burn down all the houses in the town? Can it be compared with this place?
This is a battle achievement!
It's been a long time since I've had such military exploits, and my head is worth nothing.
After receiving the reply, the soldier rushed back to the guard station. Only a few bandits died in the town. It was nothing compared to his military achievements. The people in the town could handle it themselves.
Besides, outside the wall, Luo Baihu, escorted by Zhou Xiaoqi's team, ran for more than 20 miles on horseback and saw a simple campsite.
At this time, there was a small bonfire in the middle, and several people were sitting around it.
Luo Baihu dismounted from his horse and walked over in a few steps. He saw the young man in the middle of the crowd who had resumed the Dilu costume and looked at him with a smile. He was so excited that he leaned down and bowed: "Third Young Master!"
Zhao Tingduo held his arm: "Hey! Luo Baihu, you are not my subordinate, don't be so polite!"
Luo Baihu said excitedly: "The third young master gave Lao Luo this great gift, and Lao Luo is very grateful."
Zhao Tingduo patted him on the shoulder: "Come sit down and talk!"
Luo Baihu sat down obediently after hearing this. Without asking anything, he smiled flatteringly and said, "Thank you for your hard work, Third Young Master. When will such a good thing come again today?"
The Dilu people were connected to the border with the Wu Dynasty. Many places overlapped with each other and they had many contacts.
If the Di tribe had not violated the territory, the Wu Dynasty army would not be able to attack ordinary tribesmen, especially the old, weak, women and children in the tribes.
In this way, to obtain military merit, you need to kill the real Di tribe armed forces and the Di tribe cavalry.
An Fei and others who were driven over by Zhao Tingduo today are the military merits that the Zhenbei Army needs.
Zhao Tingduo didn't answer, rubbed his belly, picked up a piece of dry food and ate it.
After a day's journey, he was tired and tired. He was already hungry.
The horses could still graze, but the humans had to work hard on the backs of horses.
Seeing that Zhao Tingduo was silent, Luo Baihu could only wait eagerly.
He suddenly found blood on Zhao Tingduo's clothes and said in surprise: "Third Young Master, are you injured?"
Zhao Tingduo shook his head indifferently: "A little injury has been bandaged on the road."
Luo Baihu said anxiously: "Third Young Master, go to the guard station! All the medical soldiers of the guard should be carefully looked at by the military doctors before they can rest assured."
It was a bit risky for him to say this!
The Broken Gold Guards were part of the Wu Dynasty Zhenbei Army. They were making a big mistake by letting in these Di cavalrymen wearing armor and carrying scimitars without permission.
Luo Baihu said this, although he got some hints, but after all, it was not explicit. Once exposed, he would be responsible for the consequences.
Zhao Tingduo's eyes flashed: "Luo Baihu really dares to do this? I used to have a warrant from Lei Qianhu when I entered the guardhouse, but now I go..."
Before he finished speaking, he had an affair with a foreigner, which would cost him his head.
Luo Baihu patted his chest: "Third Young Master, you can doubt anyone, but you can't doubt Lao Luo and my loyalty to Mr. Hou and Mrs. Wu Ya.
It was Mrs. Wuya who used a carriage to pull us back from the grassland and saved our lives with vats of goat milk."