Chapter 4: Gancheng (Fourth Level) It was Li Shimin and his Flying Tiger Army who intercepted and killed Shibi Khan in Mayi County. Ten days ago, they were also the ones who disguised themselves as horse thieves and attacked the Turkic tribes at the foot of Baishan Mountain.
To strengthen themselves by attacking Turkic tribes, Hou Junji and Changsun Wuji were very good at it. With this cavalry trained in Lingwu last year, they captured the unsuspecting Turkic tribes between Bailangsai and Yunnei.
After all, everyone had a horse when they set out. When they returned to the Inner Great Wall, everyone had at least three horses by their side.
The clever Hou Junji hid this team in an abandoned small village between Xiawu Mountain and Sangganshui. The surrounding people had been killed by the Turks more than a month ago, so Hou Junji did not need to
Worried that the team's whereabouts would be discovered, he sent scouts on fast horses to contact Li Shimin, and then he ushered in the latest mission of his general and the Flying Tiger Army.
There is no need to mobilize to defeat the Turks. Although everyone is already exhausted, the sights of the soldiers are already burned by the thatched houses that are no longer occupied by anyone. The living habits of the people in Mayi County and Lingwu County are similar.
There are strong traces of the Hu people in the tradition of the Han family. Just from the clothes and facial features, it is difficult to distinguish whether they are the sons of the Han family or the descendants of the Hu people. The final experiences of the people in Mayi County and Lingwu County were similar.
, all their belongings were looted by the Turks who went south, and almost all the men, women, and children who had no time to escape were also killed. There was only one well, and the large-scale burned ancestral halls, temples and shops in the village proved the past of this place.
of prosperity and tranquility
The angry Flying Tiger Army launched a sudden attack while the Turks were resting by the river. They suddenly rushed out of the woods and blasted towards the river like thunder. They chopped with horizontal knives and trampled with horse hooves to kill the bandits who had no time to stand up and escape.
They hacked them to death, trampled them over, and pushed them into the cold Sanggan River like garbage.
The Turkic Wolf Riders, who had just breathed a sigh of relief, were caught off guard. They could not organize effective resistance, nor did they have the strength to give it a try. They were so panicked that they had no choice but to flee for their lives. In their panic, many of them even forgot the riding skills they had practiced since childhood.
He climbed onto the saddle, escaped crookedly, then jumped off the horse crookedly, and was trampled to pieces by his companions who rushed past him.
Some Turkic warriors simply gave up their horses and ran on foot in any direction that didn't sound like the sound of horns. Some of them put their heads directly in front of the flying tiger army's sword, while others accidentally jumped into the river before the autumn tide.
The falling Sanggan River water was freezing cold, and most of the shepherds who grew up on horseback could not swim. They could only splash a few times on the river, and then were pulled to the bottom of the river by the heavy armor and boots.
"Why me?" At the moment when their mouths and noses were submerged by the river water, many people stretched out their hands in the air. They were unwilling to accept it, because they believed that they were not the one who killed the most people and did not deserve the immortality.
At this moment of punishment, they forgot that before tonight, who was still thanking the Eternal God for giving them the opportunity to rob their homes and homes!
Hou Junji couldn't understand the Turks' distress gestures. In fact, he didn't care about being a pure military commander. What he valued more was how to obtain the greatest victory at the least cost. In order to improve the efficiency of killing, he divided his brothers into
The two teams alternated with each other and approached the river in a wedge-shaped array. Each time they came into contact with the Turkic wolf cavalry, causing huge damage and then quickly broke away, leaving their opponents to another wave of companions.
This tactic of taking turns quickly spread the terrifying effect to the maximum. The frightened tribal warriors could not tell how many enemies were rushing around. They watched helplessly as their companions were either shot by arrows or chopped down with horizontal swords.
In order not to become the prey of the next round of attacks, many people are trying their best to escape. Those who have mounts to ride on, regardless of whether the person blocking the way is the enemy or one of their own, will use their horse hooves to trample over the opponent's head. Those who have lost their lives will
The horseman stretched out his scimitar towards the horse that jumped over.
Every war horse was covered in blood. There were almost two to three corpses lying around every dead horse, whether from the horse owner or the robber. Some died from cold arrows flying from the flanks, and more were killed by cold arrows flying from the flanks.
On this autumn night with the rising eyebrows, the robbers were driven completely crazy by the fear in their hearts. They either killed or were killed. There was almost no third way to choose.
Kill, kill, as long as you can raise your knife and chop to death those who block the way. Whether it is your own people or the enemy, if you want to return to the grassland alive, you must see your felt bag and the women and children in it.
Fight a bloody path
There were corpses piled on both sides of the bloody road. The starlight was not very bright, but the red on the ground could be clearly seen. It seemed to have a layer of strange flames on the surface. It rolled along the river beach towards the autumn water. Very quickly, the river water near the shore also turned into
It turned dark red, and the thin water waves were like groups of cold will-o'-wisps, rolling silently and alternately into the distance.
The river originally had a sound, but next to the world of blood and fire on the bank, it became almost absolute silence. The soldiers of the Flying Tiger Army shouted at the top of their lungs, coming from the dark night and shooting revengeful arrows at the enemy troops who were hacking and killing indiscriminately.
When the distance between the two parties narrowed to within twenty steps, they put away their bows according to their usual training, took off the horizontal sword from behind the saddle, and placed the horizontal sword flat on their sides with a distance of about ten feet between them.
Under the alternate illumination of firelight and starlight, the rows of horizontal knives looked like the fangs in the mouths of ghosts and gods. The Turkic warriors, who had been repeatedly ravaged by this method several times by the Flying Tiger Army, had no courage and could not think of anything.
As a countermeasure, those who could not avoid it were immediately turned into flesh and blood on the tips of their "tusks". The flying tiger soldiers' horizontal knives were swung down, raised, raised, swung down, opened and closed, and drank blood like hair.
"Kill! Avenge the people who were trapped!" Hou Junji carried a short-handled, long-edged sword that required both hands to swing, and rushed to the front of the team. The feeling of revenge was so sweet that it made every pore on his body feel it.
In the excitement of the fire, he saw his burned home, his relatives who were killed, and his brothers and sisters who were taken away as slaves.
"Kill, for the sake of our fellow countrymen!" The long knife splashed a trail of blood in front of the horse, invincible to anyone who blocked it.
Someone put down their weapons in front of his horse and cried loudly with both hands raised. Hou Junji swung his sword without hesitation and cut the opponent into two pieces with one blow. The officers of the Flying Tiger Army who followed behind him imitated the general's example and swung their swords.
Like the wind, the Turkic warriors cried out and begged for mercy, but were cut down like reeds, trampled over by horses' hooves, and driven into the river by inertia.
This was simply a one-sided massacre. The defeated had no power to resist, but the victors had no idea of mercy. "Spare your life!" The tribal warriors who had lost their fighting spirit fell to their knees on the ground. Their answer was a sharp horizontal sword, "Surrender!" Some people ran while running.
, while shouting, the brothers from the Flying Tiger Army rode up to catch up and kicked their backbones with the front hooves of animals.
They did not think that they were killing innocent people indiscriminately. In fact, there were no innocent people among the bandits on the river beach. Forty-one cities in Yanmen County were defeated by the Turks. Nine out of thirty nine cities could no longer be called
Even after the Turks retreated, the city would not be able to regain its vitality within twenty years. Not a single household was dead, and no family was intact. Some women's bodies still bore traces of being insulted. When they went south, the Turkic warriors
They did not regard any Central Plains people as their own kind. Whether they were resisters or submissive people, they were all beasts waiting to be slaughtered. At this moment, the two sides were in a different position, and the Flying Tiger Army could not find any reason to be tolerant.
After going in and out of the enemy group several times, Hou Junji found that he had good luck. Under the dim starlight, a group of Turks with bright armor fled in panic. Almost all the escapees were protecting a nobleman, and that
Even in the process of escaping for his life, the noble man did not forget to show his temper to the people around him.
Then, Hou Junji saw another group of troops led by Li Shimin approaching the enemy, shooting and cutting down a large number of Turkic warriors. However, the brothers encountered some obstacles before approaching the Turkic nobleman. After peeling off a layer of the enemy,
We had to quickly distance ourselves from each other
"There are too few men around the Second Young Master!" Hou Junji told the warrior Xun, and he chased the enemy chief. The opportunity came to make a contribution. That man must be Shibi Khan, who helped the Second Young Master kill him. This battle
It was perfect but unexpectedly, after Li Shimin gave Shi Bi a cold arrow, he issued an order that was completely opposite to Hou Junji's wish.
"Junji, let him go!" The next moment, the sound of nature in Shibi Khan's ears was like thunder in Hou Junji's heart. He did not dare to disobey Li Shimin's general order, so he had to kill the guards around Shibi to relieve his anger.
After losing four or five enemy troops, he turned his horse's head and faced his lord.
"Why let him go!" Hou Junji shouted at Li Shimin with blood-red eyes.
"Junji, how can you talk to the second young master like this!" Changsun Wuji released his bowstring, shot a tribal warrior who escaped from his horse, and scolded Li Shimin before he could answer.
Hou Junji had been so burned by hatred that he had lost his mind. Even the second young master dared to question his behavior, which was almost rebellious in the eyes of Changsun Wuji, but it did not arouse any resentment from Li Shimin. He calmly drew back his bow and drew his sword. The young Li Shimin replied with a smile, "
Let him go back, then Ashina Gutuoru will not be able to become the Great Khan of the Turks!"
"Isn't Gutuolu our ally?" Hou Junji's anger was suppressed by Li Shimin's calm expression. His mentality quickly calmed down, but his eyes showed a bit of confusion.
"Whether it is Gutuolu or Shibi, as long as he sits in that position, he will be the great Khan of the Turks!" Li Shimin waved his sword, rode his horse, and led the team into another group of enemy troops, like a tiger emerging from the mountains.
Drunkard's note: The torch passed through Canberra safely, and the bad guys basically didn't make a fuss. However, the Australian media later slandered the Chinese people who went to watch the torch. There were no photos or witnesses, and they fabricated several violent incidents out of thin air. Their reporters did not need to interview them on the spot.
