Da Cai Pingjing's fourteenth year, the first day of August
In the early morning of the Mid-Autumn Festival in the Northland, there was a bit of coolness in the air. There was no change in Nancang County. However, Ban'an County was under martial law. Not only the 500 soldiers left by the Governor's Mansion, but also the left-behind families headed by Wangli Yunzhen of Ban'an County.
In the midst of intense efforts to assist in defense.
On the bank of Jinyang Lake in the northwest of the county, there are some traces of floods. It freezes into white frost after night, and a layer of frost is spread on the ground. Generally speaking, it has not affected Sanhua Town, but the small streets in the town seem much deserted, with not many shops open.
Every household closed their doors tightly, and the atmosphere seemed very depressing.
The military flag of the Northern Wei Dynasty was flying in a tent with black background and white stripes in the north of the town. The military spirit was concentrated and deep, and sometimes the sound of neatly tapping footsteps passed on the bluestone. A group of Wei soldiers were searching people from house to house, and ransacked every business and residence.
Things are gradually getting worse.
The sound of women crying and the clashing of weapons in resistance can also be heard on the official roads in the north of the town. The smell of blood is faintly permeating the air. The people in the north are strong and fierce, and resistance is natural.
"God damn the Hu!" Five or six men in green shirts trembled and whispered, but they were just whispering. Unfortunately, they were involved in a military disaster, so they didn't want to make the Hu soldiers unhappy at this time.
These scholars gathered in the tea shed next to the official road to discuss. They were old and young, with reserved demeanor, and they looked very noble and aloof in the chaos of soldiers.
On the road, a group of Wei soldiers rushed over carrying several stretchers. On the stretchers lay seriously wounded soldiers. Someone in the guarding team glanced at these three or four strange guys and drew out a knife to chop them.
He was kicked by the leader of the ten men and shouted twice.
The young soldier sheathed his sword angrily, looking a little silly. His electric movements revealed the Taoist soldier's personal strength in an instant, causing several soldiers to take a breath of cold air.
They were children and had the right to practice law. They practiced some superficial health-preserving methods, and their combat effectiveness was equal to five. However, they had also seen elites. Looking at the thousands-man team on the opposite side, they were as fierce as tigers. They realized that the Hu soldiers who invaded this time were by no means ordinary tribesmen.
Bing, I'm afraid he has a lot of background...
Could it be that Mulhandash from the north came to retaliate against the county magistrate Yu Fan for purging the small grassland tribes?
"You're fooled..." The ten-year-old captain pointed his stubby fingers at them twice, glared at them, mumbled something, and ran over again.
The scholars looked at each other, guessing that what the other party said was not good or meant to be "honest", but they did not make any move. The neat and delicate turbans on their bodies were enough to show their status as children - entrants to the imperial examination system in heaven, and their privileges were not limited to Cai Cai.
North Korea is exempt from general wars between vassal states.
Judging from the few words that came from there, it seems that there was too much commotion in the town and more than a dozen soldiers were killed. Two centurions from the Wei Department clamored to set fire to the town, but they were finally suppressed by the superiors.
He restrained his search and did not touch the woman again.
The scholars were not very happy, and the death of the common people did not affect them. Instead, they were shocked by the meaning behind this matter. This kind of discipline was definitely not from the Mur tribe in the north. Could it be the palace guards patrolling the southern desert according to rumors?
"Things are getting serious..."
At this time, several people fluttered their sleeves and frowned anxiously. They wanted to communicate and test, but they couldn't find anyone. The Mandarin of the Northern Wei Dynasty that Wei Shizong brought to the grassland was actually the Zhongyuan dialect of the past. It was not much different from the Mandarin of the Cai Dynasty today, but only in
It is popular among the middle and upper classes, while the uneducated soldiers in the lower class mostly speak prairie dialects. The styles of Hu dialects and Central Plains dialects are very different, and the language is not clear. If you want to communicate, you have to find a centurion or above - the centurion basically has some ancient Wei Xungui blood, or has received immortal education.
Door training丨is not an ordinary barbarian.
The thousand-man team on the opposite side ignored him, and clearly realized the effect of the death-free ticket. The scholar observed for a while, and soon became calm, but he didn't dare to run around - even if he was sitting on the side of the road, he couldn't escape if he ran.
As long as the soldiers of Wei were within the range of an arrow and shot to death by the soldiers, they would be shot to death.
I felt stuffy for a while and could only drink tea and complain.
"This is breaking the covenant with the imperial court and breaking faith..."
"The county governor has been forced to leave. Does Nancang County still have faith? The remaining two sides are full of rebellious officials and traitors. It is best to fight together..."
"I'm just waiting for Master Wang to come and take care of me again..."
After complaining like this for a while, I realized that I couldn't do anything, so I felt bored and fell silent for a while. They all looked in the direction where the Wei soldiers had passed. I saw a large number of Wei soldiers gathered in the open space of the Wei army's tent, which seemed to be a continuation of the trouble just now.
The wounded soldiers had been treated by several magicians who accompanied the army. Inside, a middle-aged Hu man decorated as a centurion was naked, showing his strong muscles. He was taking turns wrestling and playing with the two centurions who had just opposed him. The fight got fierce.
Hot steam was rising above the heads of the three of them.
During this period, the commander was accidentally pushed to the ground, causing the onlookers to cheer loudly. The commander turned around and pushed the two centurions back to the sand. They made a fuss of disgrace. They stood up and laughed at each other. They were having fun. There was no longer any barrier.
Already.
On the grassland, admiration for the strong is a matter of friendship.
"You don't understand the superiority and inferiority at all. It's really a barbarian style..." A middle-aged scholar saw this and curled his lips in disdain, habitually sarcastic.
As soon as he finished speaking, he felt the ground shake, and a light spot flashed in the corner of his eye. The chill caused the man to look back suddenly, and saw a blood-colored torrent surging from the northwest, and at the same time, a silver light continued to magnify in front of his eyes.
, rotate, lasing and arrive...
"puff--"
The head of the middle-aged scholar flew up with an expression of disbelief, blood gushed out from his neck, and a scimitar spun out, piercing the pole in the south corner of the tea shed.
The entire shed tilted to the south, with dust flying everywhere. The remaining scholars ran in panic and threw themselves out of the tea shed. Some of them had sore hands and feet and collapsed underneath shouting for help. Suddenly there was a lot of panic.
A group of hundreds of blood-clothed knights rushed past the ruins of the tea shed and trampled on the few surviving scholars. A loud sound of broken bones and flesh made the knights scream in excitement, which immediately shocked the patrols of the palace guards.
"Damn...those little lunatics of the Blood Wolf Army"
"If you don't stay well in the Southern Desert, you'll come to us..."
"The few people who were trampled to death just now seem to be...forget it, don't worry about this, go and report to the Commander-in-Chief."
When the first knight in blood crouched down on his saddle and picked up a blood-stained scimitar from the ruins, he said with disdain: "The general leads the troops and packs the bears into a den. It's not on the grassland. How can we invade the south like this?"
"Blood Wolf Army?"
After seeing this, the commander stopped the wrestling game and became angry when he heard the report: "He came as soon as he came, and he even killed several scholars from the Southern Dynasty. Don't you think I'm not troublesome enough for General Ji?"
At this time, they prepared their armor and ordered their subordinates to form a team. Thousands of cavalry quickly gathered under their command. Thousands of cavalry lined up neatly to confront the blood wolf army. The atmosphere was tense, but their temperaments were very similar. They were almost competing with two wolves, one big and one small.
Like a hunting ground.
The magicians accompanying the armies on both sides were all of the same spirit. They were not surprised by this confrontation. After greeting each other, they set up a magic circle to cover the two armies to facilitate negotiations.
"Shi Qing, the Thousand Centurion of the Palace Guards, received the new order and immediately transferred out of Nancang County." This young centurion of the Blood Wolf Army, with fierce eyes, whipped his horse back and forth in front of the team, using Northern Wei Mandarin word by word.
Dun said
"Shiqing is also what you call me? Tell your blood wolf army not to grab territory randomly."
Shi Qing didn't believe it. He leaned back on the saddle and drew a big circle to the south with his sword: "This Yingzhou is the responsibility of the 17th Thousand Soldiers of the Palace Guards. This headquarters was ordered to assist in the defense of Nancang County. You say this is an order?"
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"Okay, explain clearly. Don't tell me whose order this is from, Murong Zheng. We only listen to General Ji's orders, not your Blood Wolf Army's orders."
This last sentence was said in the prairie dialect. The rank-and-file Wei soldiers in the palace guard cavalry laughed loudly when they heard it.
The young cavalrymen of the Blood Wolf Army turned red with anger, and several times they wanted to rush forward and kill these bastards, but they were both directly under the command of the King of Wei and could not fight among themselves privately due to strict military regulations.
Besides, if a hundred people fight against thousands of people, even the Blood Wolf Army has a low chance of winning.
"If you have the ability, go and chop up the heroes of the Southern Dynasty. How can you show your official prestige by joining the army a few years earlier?" The centurion of the Blood Wolf Army sneered, raised a talisman with gold inscriptions in his hand, and threw it on the ground.
In front of Qing, the grassland recipe was also changed.
"The great shaman Jinyangzi, General Ji Beiqing, and General Murong jointly signed an urgent order. A sky talisman appeared over Nancang County in the early hours of last night. Thunder light radiated throughout the county. This is a truce order from heaven... How dare you go against the order issued by Changshengtian?
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Thousands of people in the field were in awe at the decree of Changshengtian. In the prairie dialect, Changshengtian corresponds to the Mandarin version of Tiandao. As for the decree of Tiandao, this statement is not accurate, but the Hu people generally have low levels of education, and most of them cannot do it.
Understand the difference between heaven and heaven, the dialects and habits are the same, no one goes back to study it carefully.
In the dialects of the hostile countries in the south and north, and even in the vassal states extending to all directions in the west, there are similar pronouns for Changshengtian.
The entire Kyushu system, with a population of 1.6 billion, is unified under one category of heaven... The torrent of destiny, vast and vast, sweeps across the earth, without beginning or end.
"It's really going to be a truce from heaven... How is it possible? Ye Qing is just a new prince. If I attack him with cavalry..."
"Snapped--"
As if sensing some words, a burst of golden electric light flashed in the air, reflecting in front of the captain, making everyone startled.
Shi Qing's mouth froze, his eyes fixed on the thunder and lightning in front of him, his hair standing on end.
"This is impossible……"
As soon as he stopped speaking, the lightning disappeared naturally. Everyone looked at each other and felt a cold chill on their backs...
The power of God cannot be violated
Just now it was just a warning, next time it will be death
After a moment of silence, Shi Qing put away the golden inscriptions on the talisman, glanced at Nancang County with some reluctance, and said decisively: "Let's retreat."
Everyone was silent and turned their horses' heads to return north.
The enemy's backing at this time was too strong. Not to mention a mere thousand-man army, even the entire Wei Dynasty's millions of cavalry did not dare to resist.
However, they were not even given a chance to fight, which undoubtedly made the army very depressed.