It was the early morning of the next day when the team escorting the imperial envoy left Anlai County. The large team of people marched slowly and mightily towards the south. The north wind was like a whistle blowing to see the team off, but it was blowing vigorously behind the team.
Pick up the snow foam that was trampled by the team.
Tiny snow stars penetrated along the collar of clothes, like needles pricking them, making people feel restless and restless. The cowhide armor could not block the knife-like north wind, and the flags roared, as if in protest against the north wind.
The damage caused to oneself. A team of more than 3,000 people was stretched out for three or four miles. If a cavalry came from such a team to kill them from a diagonal thrust, it would only take less than half an hour.
Annihilated them all.
Although three teams of scouts were sent to the front and back of the team, everyone knew that in such weather, even if the cavalry had rushed into sight, they could not hear the vibration of the horses' hooves on the ground. The howling north wind blocked people's ears.
, even if the scouts came back and the army couldn't hear his warning call. But the only thing that reassured everyone was that the horse thieves would definitely not come out for a walk in such weather, and even if they didn't feel sorry for themselves, they still felt sorry for the war horses.
Anlai County is only sixty or seventy miles away. When the team passed by the dilapidated village on the edge of the official road, they could still see skinny and ownerless wild dogs coming out and barking feebly at the team. They just barked without any momentum.
The sound could not be heard at all in the howling north wind.
A soldier took off his bow and arrow and fired an arrow at the wild dog from a distance. It was not too difficult to kill a dog from a distance of sixty or seventy steps, but as soon as the arrow flew out, it was blown away by the howling north wind.
After missing the route, it swayed and flew to an unknown place with the wind.
The archer cursed and muttered a few words, then left the team to look for his arrow. When the wild dog on the edge of the dilapidated village saw someone running this way, he bared his teeth and hissed twice, then turned around and ran away with his tail between his legs.
The cavalryman who was looking for his own bow and arrow saw his own arrow on a broken earth wall. He jumped off his horse and picked up the arrow and put it back into the quiver.
He raised his head and glanced, facing the nascent sun. The snow in the distance seemed to be painted with a layer of gold under the sun's rays, and it seemed to be vaguely steaming. The scenery on the horizon
It was as blurry as a mirage in the desert, and the space where the earth and the sky met seemed to be distorted and swaying.
The vast expanse of white snow covered up the desolation of the village. The cavalryman who jumped up the earth wall was mesmerized by the beautiful snow scene under the early morning sun. He took a deep breath of the cold air and felt that there was a rapid flow of air in his body.
After a lap and stretching, he was about to jump down when he suddenly noticed that the distortion on the east horizon was becoming more and more serious, as if some monster was waving its claws vigorously in an attempt to tear through the space and get out.
He wiped his eyes and looked hard.
Sure enough, a black shadow emerged from the horizon. From a distance, it was so dark that it was hard to tell what it was. Is it a hungry beast that came out to look for food? Or was it a monster from ancient times in the sky?
No!
That's the cavalry!
The Han army standing on the earth wall finally saw clearly. What emerged from the horizon one after another were clearly a group of cavalry wielding sabers. Under the sunlight, his pupils gradually dilated.
"Enemy attack!"
The cavalry jumped directly from the earth wall onto the back of the horse, urging the horse to run back like crazy.
"Enemy attack!"
"Left wing enemy attack!"
He yelled with all his strength, but the naughty north wind blew his voice far away. The team was still moving forward unhurriedly. He could see that his robe was still waving his hands and laughing at him.
Archery skills. He slapped the seated war horse desperately, and the horse spread its hooves and galloped, sending the frozen snow into the air.
When someone in the team finally heard his call, the cavalry team galloping from the east under the sun had already appeared in everyone's sight. The man who warned him was still thirty steps away from the team, and the team waved
The thieves with sabers were already less than 200 steps away from the team.
The sabers waving in the sun shone with a seemingly holy light, but everyone knew that it definitely did not mean mercy, but bloody killing.
The team of horse thieves came from the east, and it was not clear how many of them there were under the sunlight. Although the newborn sun was not very dazzling, the light still pricked my eyes to tears when I kept staring at the east. This was intentional on the part of the horse thieves.
, they attacked the west gate of Anlai County last night but did not achieve much. No one expected that they actually went around to the east of the county at night in the howling north wind.
One hundred and fifty steps, one hundred and thirty steps, one hundred steps.
Suddenly, the Han soldiers suddenly noticed that their eyes were darkened. They subconsciously looked up to look for the clouds covering the sun, and sure enough they found a dark cloud pressing down.
"Raise your shield! Raise your shield quickly!"
The leaders of the team, Commander Bai, and Commander Qian, whipped their soldiers with riding whips. The panicked Han army hurriedly raised their shields, but their reaction was still half a beat too slow. When arrows fell like a rainstorm,
Not even 30% of the people in the entire team raised their shields.
Suddenly, the Han army fell to the ground like mowing grass.
Zhao Er urged his horse to run to the carriage where Xiao Luan and Hou Shen were riding, and shouted loudly: "The cavalry of Xixia is coming! Please leave Master Xiao and Master Hou first, and the general will lead his army to resist."
He didn't care what the people in the car said, and whipped the Khitan horse pulling the cart hard on the buttocks. The horse was in pain, neighed, and ran forward with the other horses spreading their hooves. Sit down.
Xiao Luan and Hou Shen who were in the car were thrown around by the sudden acceleration of the carriage. Xiao Luan's nose hit the carriage shed and blood immediately flowed out. Hou Shen crawled over and hurriedly looked for something to help him wipe it, but because of the bump,
The punch hit Xiao Luan on the chin.
Two thousand men and horses were separated to protect the imperial envoy's carriage and ran like crazy. The team was blown in the direction of the north wind and ran like a group of fleeing beggars. Zhao Er led the barely assembled one thousand men and horses to resist the highway.
The Xixia cavalry rushed over. The defensive formation formed by the Han army under the command of Zhao Er was like a thin embankment, while the Xixia cavalry was like a raging flood.
When Xiao Luan reluctantly sat up and pulled up the curtain of the rear window to look out, he saw the roaring torrent hitting the embankment. The fragile embankment was immediately torn apart by the flood, and the Han soldiers seemed to have been blown down by the north wind.
It fell down like weeds. He also saw Zhao Er waving his big iron spear and killing the people on both sides. He was soon submerged by the flood and could no longer be seen. Looking at the Xixia cavalry behind him, he was preparing to separate.
Half came to chase the carriage, and Xiao Luan shouted in panic: "Quick! Quick!"
The driver of the cart raised his whip high and urged the horses to speed up with a snap. However, no matter how hard the horses pulling the cart and the load worked, they could not outrun the four legs of the war horses, not to mention that they were pulling a heavy cart.
Seeing that the Xixia cavalry was about to catch up, Xiao Luan abandoned Hou Shenjue and jumped out of the car. He ordered a Khitan warrior to dismount. Xiao Luan jumped on the stolen horse and ran forward with all its hooves. He was in a hurry.
Looking back, I found that General Zhao Er, who had been submerged in the flood, came out again at some point and led a dozen cavalry to stop the pursuing Xixia people. He felt a little relieved, but he refused at all.
Stop whipping the war horse.
After fleeing for forty miles, the team gradually gathered at the edge of a dilapidated village. Lord Shenhou, the Minister of Etiquette, whose hat was crooked, ordered his men to count the number of people, and found that at least four or five people had been lost after running wildly all the way.
A team of 100 or 2,000 people managed to keep up with less than 1,500 people, and most of them were infantry.
Xiao Luan was exhausted and leaned against a dirt wall to rest, breathing heavily. The white mist he exhaled was blown away by the north wind in the blink of an eye, and sparkling ice scum formed under his nose. Along the way
In the north wind, Xiao Luan could vaguely smell the smell of blood in the wind. He tried to smell it, but found that his nose had frozen for some time and it was difficult to breathe.
Damn Xixia people!
He cursed bitterly in his heart.
If General Zhao Er hadn't resisted desperately, he might not have been able to escape. Thinking of the Xixia cavalry killing people as if they were chopping melons and making tea, Xiao Luan felt that the dozens of mighty Khitan warriors guarding him were not very reliable.
Spectrum. The bright saber in the sun lingers in front of my eyes.
Hou Shen stumbled over and asked if he was injured. Xiao Luan just shook his head subconsciously and spit out bloodshot spit. He even forgot why there was a dull pain in his jaw. The wind around him became louder and louder, and it seemed that
Laughing at his desperation and running away.
After breathing heavily for a long time, he gradually regained consciousness. Hou Shen's urgent call rang in his ears. Xiao Luan smiled bitterly and realized that he had been frightened for a moment.
"Master Xiao, we can't stay here too long. The Xixia people are all cavalry. General Zhao Er may not be able to stop them. We must hurry up and get on with it!"
Hou Shen pulled his neck and shouted in Xiao Luan's ear, which made Xiao Luan's eardrums hurt.
"Yes, yes, yes! Can't stay!"
Xiao Luan didn't want to care about Hou Shen's rude behavior, because he knew that it was more important to save his life now. Just as he was about to struggle to stand up, his expression suddenly changed. As if in response to Hou Shen's words, there was a sound coming from the distance in the north.
There was a blast of trumpets.
Damn! Do the damn Xixia people want to kill them all?
Xiao Luan cursed, climbed onto a war horse with Hou Shen's help, and escaped again under the protection of dozens of Khitan warriors. Hou Shen left behind a general with a thousand infantry to ambush in the village to resist the Xixia cavalry.
He led a team of more than 500 people to protect Xiao Luan as he escaped.
Both Xiao Luan and Hou Shen knew that the soldiers who stayed behind would most likely never return to Taiyuan. A thousand running infantrymen who were almost out of strength could not stop the Xixia cavalry team anyway.
A thousand people will soon be swept away by the flood like pebbles in a riverbed.
Running for their lives again, Xiao Luan and Hou Shen gathered up their team after running for thirty miles, only to find that there was not a single infantryman behind them. In addition to the forty Khitan warriors who were protecting Xiao Luan, there were also
Only the twenty or so cavalrymen who guarded Hou Shen were left.
Not daring to stay, they took to the road again to escape. A team of more than 60 people could not stop the Xixia cavalry, unless each of these 60 people was the reincarnation of Guan Gong and Luo Shixin, otherwise there would only be one word of death to write about the ending.
Less than seventy miles north of Taiyuan, Xiao Luan and his companions were overtaken by the Xixia cavalry who were blowing horns. Previously, more than twenty guards under Hou Shen had been sent out to meet the enemy, so Xiao Luan had no choice but to
Ten warriors were left behind and others were asked to serve as stones to block the flood.
The thirty Khitan warriors were all warriors. They brandished their scimitars and charged at them. However, the cunning enemy started firing arrows from a hundred steps away. Hundreds of feather arrows flew over. Before they could even make contact with the enemy, the thirty Khitan warriors attacked.
The body was shot into a hedgehog, fell to the snow, and covered with arrows. It was supported by arrow shafts and posed in an awkward shape.
When Hou Shen and Xiao Luan finally rushed into Taiyuan City, only two Khitan warriors were left with them. (To be continued)
