The unique whistle of the battalion under the Colonel Guarding Qiang sounded.
As the command was passed down, the soldiers began to prepare for the battle nervously and orderly.
"What were the casualties last night?"
Feng Yong asked.
The staff officer who stood beside him and listened to orders at any time quickly replied: "Back to the mountain commander, a soldier was injured by an arrow. It is said that a vulture shooter on the opposite side shot a cold arrow."
The staff officer replied quickly.
"Huh?" Feng Yong frowned slightly when he heard this, "Everyone in the army is wearing armor, how can he be hit by a cold arrow?"
He was wearing short-sleeved iron fish scale armor, with short sleeves on top to protect his upper arms.
The main part of the body is longer than the current mainstream armor, and covers the waist, increasing the protective area.
At the same time, leather armor was wrapped on the thighs for added protection.
If the two armies are facing each other, even in the face of a rain of arrows, the armored man will have a good chance of surviving, let alone a few cold arrows?
"Last night the Hu people suddenly feigned an attack with great momentum, and our number was too small. That battalion was not a battalion on duty, but a temporary battalion."
The staff officer explained, "So in the rush, many people didn't have time to put on the armor. However, the soldiers were lined with silk clothes, so it was easy to pull out the arrows, and the wounds were not a big problem."
Feng Yong nodded.
The area from Daxia County to Didao was already considered an area controlled by the Han Dynasty.
What's more, the barbarians on the opposite side were defeated. No one could have imagined that there would be people who dared to come over and stroke the tiger's beard.
After all, it is impossible for soldiers to sleep in their iron armor when they have nothing to do.
But it was the staff officer's words that made Feng Yong notice this young man again.
The newly rising sun shed golden light and fell on him, making him reveal the unique vitality of his age.
His face was flushed, and he seemed a little excited and a little nervous.
This touched Feng Yong's heart quite a bit, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered a text: "The Stubborn Little Ghost".
In the red era, how many young men also went to the battlefield like this, using their still immature shoulders to hold up the hope of the nation's rise?
Nowadays, these young men who came out of the school also have their own hopes, and they are also the most primitive fire that allows the man to change his original trajectory.
Feng Yong walked up to him, squeezed his shoulders, and asked: "Are you all wearing your armor?"
The staff officer also serves as the messenger next to Feng Yong. In order to be light and convenient for running to deliver orders, he usually does not wear iron armor, only leather armor.
And if the time comes when even the staff members have to fight in person, it means that the enemy has already rushed in front of Feng Yong.
At that time, it didn't matter whether it was leather armor or iron armor.
"Zhang Huishan, I put it on last night and haven't taken it off since."
The staff officer answered loudly.
Most of Nanxiang students are now sent to the grassroots level and have become the most basic power organizers.
Only the best students have the opportunity to enter the military staff, and the number is very small.
As the saying goes, those who can become famous ministers and generals in troubled times are always the luckiest, not the most talented.
The talents of these staff officers who were born as students in the academy are not low.
From Feng Yong's point of view, he has changed their original destiny, and it would be best if they could be lucky.
Even if the lucky ones don't come out, they will still be the middle-level backbone of the army in the future, which is not a loss!
"I remember, your surname is Zhang, right?"
"Report to the Chief, yes. The student's name is Zhang Yuan, also known as Muzhi."
"Zhang Muzhi? Zhang... um, um, does this name sound familiar?"
Feng Yong was stunned and looked at the student who was looking at him with fanatical eyes. He thought, is this a coincidence? Or is it inevitable?
Thinking of this, he also carefully observed the other person's face. Well, except for a few pimples, there were no pockmarks.
"You have a very good calligraphy. Who gave it to you?"
Zhang Yuan's face was so red that he was almost bleeding, and his body was trembling slightly: "Chief Hui Shan, Mr. Xue Tang gave it to him."
"The student has no words at all. The teacher said that the student was chosen to be with the mountain leader and will make contributions in the future."
"If there were no words, it would make people laugh, so we gave students the word Muzhi."
When Feng Yong heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched. You, sir, are really foresighted!
Chief Feng Shan couldn't help but patted his student on the shoulder and encouraged him: "I also believe that you will make great achievements in the future."
"Mu Zhi, Mu Zhi, this word is destined to keep you from being unknown."
When Zhang Muzhi heard this, he felt as if he had been given a shot of blood: "The student will definitely not disappoint the teacher!"
At this time, the barbarians outside the camp also began to make movements, and the sound of horns was heard.
"This Feng Langjun looks like he is going to fight with the barbarians on the spot?"
"This is a circle formation."
The speaker was a man with an elegant manner. If Xu Miao, the governor of Liangzhou, was here, he would be able to recognize this man as the Korean medical worker who treated Hao Zhao.
"The round formation is heavily defended. Feng Yong knows that we are on the side, so it is normal to be cautious."
The Korean medical worker showed a clear look on his face, "At the same time, you can also see his disdain for the Qiang and Hu, and he dared to fight head-on with more than 2,000 Hu soldiers with 300 people."
The defeated troops who were able to escape Jufu and Liu Hun's pursuit naturally relied on four legs, and two legs could only be used as laborers.
Therefore, this group of Hu soldiers gathered by Korean medical workers are all cavalry.
The key defensive direction of the Han army's circular formation was to the north, which was the direction where the largest number of Hu soldiers gathered.
Hu Bing's move confirmed Feng Yong's idea that the other party was trying to drive him south.
It's just that although this group of Hu soldiers gathered early, they kept making noises until the sun was almost high in the sky, and then they started to charge.
The heavy crossbows fired arrows like rain, and the first batch of Hu riders began to fall after only two hundred steps.
Before they could reach fifty steps, they were killed and dispersed.
The Korean medical worker frowned: "How could the Han army's crossbow array be so powerful?"
Facing Hu Qi's first charge, Feng Yong's eyelids didn't even twitch.
The defeated soldiers had no fighting spirit to begin with, and as a captain protecting the Qiang, he naturally knew some of the characteristics of the barbarians in Liangzhou.
You are brave and don't fear death, but you can't hold on for too long.
Fighting depends entirely on one blood, which weakens again and again, and is exhausted three times. It is most suitable to use it on them.
As long as you can withstand the initial three blows, they will naturally disperse later on.
Sure enough, the casualties of the first batch of Hu cavalry did not deter them, and the second charge came soon.
At the same time, on both sides of the east and west, there were horseback riders constantly surrounding them, even throwing arrow feathers continuously.
It's just that at this time, everyone in the Three Hundred Tribes was wearing iron armor, and the bows used by the barbarians on horseback were soft bows, which were far inferior to the strong bows and hard crossbows used by the infantry.
Since the Han army was well prepared, as long as someone was not unlucky enough to be shot in the facade, legs, or arms, nothing would happen.
A wave of arrows came down, and only a few people were slightly injured.
It's just that the Hu Qi on both wings are a diversion. The real threat is the second wave of charge from the front.
This wave of Hu cavalry was finally able to rush within twenty steps, and the Han troops in the camp tightened their weapons and prepared to fight.
The dozens of Hu cavalry who were lucky enough to survive looked at the spears set up by the Han army in the camp. Except for a few upright ones who continued to charge forward, the remaining ones shouted, turned their horses' heads again, and scattered to both sides.
"It's a pity that there is no Mo Dao team, otherwise we would still be afraid of such nonsense?"
Someone said with a regretful tone.
"You idiot! The Mo Dao team is powerful with at least a thousand people. We only have three hundred people. Even if we have Mo Dao, without the cover of bows, crossbows, spears, swords and shields, why don't we let people shoot them into hedgehogs?"
The leader cursed, "Look ahead!"
With the smoke and dust billowing, Hu Qi seemed determined to keep this Han army here.
The Korean medical worker's expression became more and more solemn.
The powerful crossbows of this Han army were beyond my expectation.
Not only is it extremely powerful, it can kill Hu soldiers from a distance.
And it is much faster to cock than a normal crossbow.
This unexpected situation caused Hu Qi's losses to be unusually large.
"Lord Wolf, we have too many casualties. We may need to take a rest."
The elected leader of the barbarians ran over with a very sad look on his face and said respectfully to the wolf slave standing next to the Korean medical worker.
He secretly glanced at the Korean medical worker. This mysterious man was said to be the owner of the Wolf Lord and was very capable.
"You charge again." The Korean medical worker said, "This time, you will definitely be able to charge into the Han army's camp."
The wolf slave nodded to the leader.
Seeing the hesitant look on the Hu leader's face, the Korean medical worker took out three name cards from his arms and handed them to the wolf slave.
"These two famous cards, one was given to me by the governor of Liangzhou, one was given to me by General Hao Zhao of Liangzhou, and the other one is mine."
"As long as you can rush into the Han army's camp this time, these three famous posters will be yours."
"I have been kind to General Hao Zhao. When you go to Liangzhou with three name cards, not only will Liangzhou accept you, but you will also be well accommodated."
When the barbarian leader heard this, he looked at the name card in the wolf slave's hand again, swallowed, and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay! I will thank you sir first!"
To the south is the Han army, and to the north is the Wei people.
The Han army cannot be attached, and the Wei people cannot tolerate it.
If there were not those three famous posters, then even if the defeated troops of my own could escape into Liangzhou, they might not have a good life.
It was about his final retreat, and the Hu people finally made a desperate move.
Each leader even sent his own bodyguards to take the lead, driving the Hu soldiers to rush towards the Han army.
Sure enough, the Korean medical worker guessed correctly.
This time the Hu army finally broke into the Han army's camp, and the Han army began to be forced to shrink back.
Feng Yong finally frowned when he saw the situation ahead.
"Shan Chief, there seems to be something wrong with the Hu people, as if they have gone crazy."
Zhang Muzhi ran back from the front, panting, with a nervous look on his face: "They probably know that the Chief is here. Chief, why don't you make some preparations first?"
"Prepare? What preparation? Prepare to escape?"
Feng Yong smiled calmly, "All the personal guards of the dignified Qiang Protector Colonel will run away in the face of the defeated troops, so what's the point of me being the Qiang Protector Colonel?"
He glanced at Zhang Muzhi and asked, "How many casualties are there?"
"No less than a hundred!" Zhang Muzhi said urgently: "Chief, the situation is urgent!"
Feng Yong shook his head and ordered: "Go and bring me a Hu bed. I want to see if the Hu people have the ability to reach me!"
The east and west wings of the camp also began to rush in.
Bu Qu, who was injured and could not be taken away in time, was suddenly trampled under the iron hooves of Hu Qi.
Seeing this situation, Feng Yong's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crossbowmen all threw away their crossbows, grabbed their swords and guns, and tried their best to use the last trench to stop the Hu cavalry.
Zhang Muzhi heard the shouts of death and got closer and closer. When he turned around and saw this situation, his face became more and more anxious.
He ignored Feng Yong's instructions and stepped forward to help Feng Yong prepare to evacuate to the south.
It's just that Feng Yong was tall, and Guan Ji supervised the martial arts training, and at the same time he was able to practice the art of breathing and breathing from the beginning.
Although his martial arts skills in the use of weapons are not very good, he can actually compete with Guan Ji in a few moves when it comes to bare-handed competition.
What's more, he pays attention to nutrition and steel training, and his strength is much greater than that of ordinary people.
With a wave of his hand, he knocked Yang Muzhi away and said sternly: "Go! Bring me the bed!"
Zhang Muzhi gritted his teeth, got up and ran to the handsome tent to get the bed.
At the same time, he stood next to Feng Yong, holding the handle of the knife tightly in his hand.
Although the Hu people rushed through the last ditch, they were eventually driven back by the Han army.
This time the Hu people's desperate charge caused considerable casualties to the Han army.
After an emergency count, there were only two hundred people who were intact or injured and could still fight.
Feng Yong's expression finally became serious.
The performance of this group of Hu people not only did not look like a defeated army, but even compared to those scattered Hu people who gathered to rebel, they were more resilient, which was really weird.
However, this time the fighting seemed to have finally exhausted the Hu people's patience, and they all began to turn around and head north.
Feng Yonggang was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Zhang Muzhi suddenly screamed: "Chief of the mountain, look to the south!"
Feng Yong was startled and turned his head quickly, only to see a black line appearing in the south.
The black line quickly expanded.
At the same time, the ground shook again.
Feng Yong stood up and looked far into the distance.
When they got closer, his face suddenly darkened, and he could only be heard breathing out slowly: "Xianbei Hu! It is indeed you!"
This group of Hu cavalry is different from the previous chaotic Qiang and Hu remnant army. They are in neat formation and have unified orders. They are a fine cavalry.
There was a sound of dysprosium, and the Xianbei Jingqiu stopped six hundred paces in front of the Han army camp.
It was completely dark and there was no unnecessary noise.
Although their numbers were no greater than that of the remnant Qiang and Hu troops who had just left, their intimidating power was much greater.
The fine cavalry came out of the formation, ran fifty steps in front of the Han camp, and said loudly: "Mr. Han has a message to pay homage to Feng Langjun."
Zhang Muzhi saw Feng Yong's expression of interest and was about to stop him, but in the end he kept silent and just followed closely.
Feng Yong showed no fear, and walked to the edge of the camp. With a brief gesture, someone came up to take orders, and then quickly passed Feng Yong's words: "Who is Mr. Han?"
The man could only be heard shouting again: "Feng Langjun and Mr. Han are beyond the words of a villain. Feng Langjun will know after seeing them."
After saying that, he turned over and dismounted, held something high in his hands, knelt down on one knee, and lowered his head to wait.
Bu Qu went over, took what he had in his hand, came back quickly, and handed it to Feng Yong.
Feng Yong took it and took a look, only to see simple thunder clouds painted on the edge of the greeting card. The paper surface was smooth and white.
For this paper quality alone, even Nanxiang's mass-produced mulberry paper cannot compare.
Unless it is specially supplied paper, it will be better.
When he opened the greeting card, Feng Tubiao said "Fuck".
What the hell did Nima write?
Over the years, Feng Tubeng, who thought he could read the characters of this era fluently, felt suffocated at first.
When I saw the words on the greeting card, I became very excited.
Damn it, I had a hard time adapting to Han Li, so why don't you just write Xiaozhuan for me? Is it a sense of accomplishment to bully illiterate people?
On purpose?
It must be intentional, right?
If you don't understand the greeting message, you won't be able to reply.
Feng Yong glanced at Zhang Muzhi beside him, and then gave up.
Forget it, he is not as good as himself!
At least I could still recognize it as Xiaozhuan, and the students in the school couldn't believe they didn't even know what Xiaozhuan was.
Unexpectedly, when Zhang Muzhi saw Feng Yong's actions, he misunderstood Feng Yong's meaning.
Staff Zhang, who kept his responsibilities in mind, whispered: "Chief, the purpose of the thief's arrival is unclear. For the sake of the Commander's safety, it is better for the students not to see him or not."
Do you think I want to see you? It’s just that people are already at the door. Whether or not you see me is not up to me, but to him!
Just when Feng Yonggang thought of this, his heart suddenly moved.
