At night, the fire swayed in the wind, flickering brightly and dimly.
Occasionally, strong winds blow by, kicking up a cloud of yellow smoke.
Whistling by, it was desolate.
There was a pile of weak firewood in the dilapidated tent.
A fat rabbit and a pheasant were roasting on the fire, and the rich aroma of the meat filled their nostrils.
There was only one person and one cow in the tent.
Li Ping'an brought his own tent, and the other tents all accommodated three or five people in one tent.
Because of Lao Niu's huge body, only Li Ping'an could barely fit in this tent.
Someone wanted to squeeze in with Li Pingan, but Li Pingan said there was no room in the tent.
The man just asked Li Ping'an to take the cow out. Cows are animals, so they are not afraid of wind and sand.
Li Ping'an said, "It's not an animal, it's a family member."
Under the control of Li Pingan, the Drizzle Sword slowly flew to the rabbit meat, and with a little force, the meat was separated from the meat.
After these days of practice, Li Ping'an can simply control the Drizzle Sword to do some ordinary things.
It may take some time to just use the sword to hurt someone.
Fate: [Diligence can make up for one's shortcomings and achieve success, even a small amount of success]
[When studying and practicing, the longer the time, the faster the practice speed will be]
[The maximum speed is doubled to triple the normal practice speed]
The thought flashed.
Li Pingan meditated on the Nirvana Sutra for a while, and indeed made greater progress than before.
"Moo!"
The old cow barked dissatisfiedly.
Li Ping'an came to his senses and realized that it was because his mind was sinking.
As a result, the Xiaoyu sword started dancing wildly and accidentally stabbed into the old cow's tail.
Li Ping'an smiled and was about to comfort Lao Niu.
The sound of the wind suddenly became louder and louder.
"Whoosh!!"
A sharp arrow broke open the tent and hit the ground three feet away from Li Ping'an.
Li Pingan was stunned for a moment.
....my tent...
"Enemy attack!!"
Someone yelled outside.
A crossbow arrow was shot from the forest and shot into a man's throat with a whoosh.
It’s the Turkic Xuannu
This was in response to the crossbow invented by the Turks during siege warfare.
Silk and hemp are twisted together to form a string, which is light, strong and elastic.
At a distance of more than three hundred steps, he can still penetrate half an arrow's depth into the hard elm wood, which shows his dominance.
Use foot pedals, use your whole body to wind the string, hold it in hand and aim steadily to launch.
Within the range, crossbow bolts can penetrate heavy armor.
In the distance, dozens of dead soldiers leaned back, stepped on Xuan Nu, and tightly hooked the bow string with their hands.
Whoosh whoosh!!!
The arrows are like a heavy rain, and they attack the enemy like flying giants.
In an instant, everyone in the camp became a target.
Fortunately, these people in Lichunyuan are all well-trained killers.
Either dodge or find cover to avoid, and move freely.
For some unknown reason, the other party did not send many troops.
After two rounds of shooting, the enemy gave up Xuan Nu.
He got on his horse and charged towards him.
These people are all well-trained elites. They come on horseback and line up in a row.
Like a tiger descending from the mountain.
The small venue suddenly became a sea of people.
The sound of gold and iron clashing kept ringing.
The killers of Li Chun Yuan know their own advantages very well and do not directly conflict with the opponent, but only chop off the horse's legs.
From time to time, a sword would be stabbed from the darkness, giving them a fatal blow.
One after another, the horses whined and broke their legs.
A man in a white gown slowly walked out. He did not have any weapons on him, or in other words, he himself was a murder weapon.
His face was extremely pale and sickly, and his body was so thin that it looked like it could be blown by a gust of wind.
His steps seemed to be very slow, but within a few breaths he was approaching the carriage.
Small steps on the clouds.
Monk?
The man's goal was very clear and he headed straight for the carriage.
Liu Yong waved his sword to stop him.
However, there was a blood-curdling loud noise coming from the man's body, and heavy breaths filled his body, causing the galloping horse to neigh in terror.
Haoran Xuangang waved his sleeves.
The air wave rolled up, and a violent force hit the shaft of the car, and the shaft broke with the sound.
The horse also fell to the ground, howled loudly, and could not get up again.
It's really terrifying.
At this time, the mysterious monk in the carriage also took action at the same time.
A palm shot out of the car.
There was no sound of wind and thunder, no roar, only a strong killing atmosphere.
Amidst the deafening roar, the two fists intertwined.
In the space between the two people, circles of force formed.
Suddenly, the man felt a cold light sweep across his body, making him feel as if he had been cut by a knife.
On the battlefield, besides the mysterious monk on the carriage, is there another master?
Amidst the howling wind, a long knife was drawn out like lightning.
The knife came so fast that the man only saw a flash of white light and the blade had already flown to his side.
Bang!!
The man raised his other hand, and the airflow around him immediately turned black, and a cold breath filled the entire space.
Stopped Li Ping'an's knife.
However, due to distraction, the mysterious monk in the carriage took over.
The man took a few steps back to steady himself.
Phew~
A crisp sound.
The handleless drizzle sword with long fingers came around from the side and struck straight at the man's throat.
The man was surprised. He didn't expect there was a monk there.
Don't be careless and change your breath.
A palm shook away the flying sword.
not good!
The man's heart tightened. The power of this flying sword was too small.
It's not the power a monk should have.
Li Pingan leaned over, his waist and abdomen suddenly exerted force, and Qi and blood surged all over his body, like a long river flowing.
The whole body's power is poured into one move.
Drawing the Sword Technique* Pulling out the sheath at an angle
Draw a circle and use force to penetrate your bones.
The blade cut deeply into the man's sternum.
The man's expression suddenly changed and he wanted to fight back.
But the mysterious monk in the carriage would never let go of this opportunity, pointing his sword in hand.
He drew an arc in the air and beheaded him.
Masters often compete only in a split second.
A single thought can often determine victory or defeat.
.........
The sound of fighting became more and more loud and chaotic.
I thought it would be a bloody battle, but when the sun rose in the sky.
But the battle has already ended early.
There were corpses lying on the ground. The killers from Lichun Yuan killed more than fifty Turkic dead soldiers at the minimum cost.
Maybe it was because the other party had no time to mobilize more powerful power, or maybe it was for some other reason.
But it's a good thing for them anyway.
Li Ping'an raised his head and heard a low sound, it was a crow circling in the air.
at the same time.
The other three cavalry teams that departed from Li Chun Yuan and left the four towns of Anbei were also attacked.
The battle was much more brutal than that on Li Ping'an's side, with all three cavalry teams wiped out.
They are baits, used by Ma Sanniang to deliberately attract the enemy's attention and distract their firepower.
Such a incident was recorded in the history books of later generations.
The wife and children of Xiahou Shang, who blocked the Turks' 300,000 cavalry for the Sui Dynasty and protected the peace of the border, were assassinated by the Turks on the border of the Sui Dynasty.
It’s just that the history books will not record that the blood of a group of unknown killers flowed in that battle.
They knew that they might not return from this battle, but they went resolutely.
It's not for promotion or promotion, nor is it for leaving a name in history.
But for the high mountain where Xia Houshang stands on the border.
It's for Xia Houshang's persistence for decades.
It’s because of Xia Houshang’s words, “If you don’t break the Turks, you will never enter the Jade Gate in this life.”
It’s also for the hundreds of thousands of people in the city.