The sun was about to set. Yang Shouli glanced at the sunset in the distance that was starting to turn orange-red, and he didn't know what it felt like.
Behind him were hundreds of young men, and hundreds of men, women, and children in the distance. Once they broke through the obstacles at the foot of the mountain, these people behind him would go to the river to fetch water with wooden buckets and pottery urns.
"Xue Erlang, Sili, you each bring twenty people behind, and aim accurately when throwing stones. In addition to swords and guns, those bastards also have many bows and arrows. I'm afraid we can't hit them."
Yang Shouli felt very heavy. Although he wore a set of tattered armor, everyone else basically wore no armor.
Not to mention armor, few people even have iron weapons now. Because of the blockade over the years, they had to melt the iron weapons and make them into iron farm tools.
Therefore, their most powerful offensive weapon turned out to be slinging, which meant polishing the pebbles in the river and then throwing them out with a sling. Other than that, there was no other threat.
Yang Shouli sighed. He had no iron weapons and was only wearing single clothes. If he was shot by the opponent's bows and arrows, he didn't know how many people would be killed or injured. This was not like fetching water, it was almost like giving up.
"Brother, look! What is that? What a tall horse!"
His younger brother Yang Sili suddenly shouted. Yang Shouli was about to scold him for not shouting like that, but when he looked in the direction of his brother's finger, he was also shocked.
They were now halfway up the mountain, and the bastards had set up several tents at the end of the path going down the mountain, and blocked the road with branches and shrubs.
There is a small river to the right of the Zahu tents, which is where they want to fetch water. Far away from these tents is a road leading into the mountains.
At this moment, on this avenue, under the orange sunlight, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, and at least dozens of war horses were galloping from a distance.
The knight on horseback was still shooting arrows while galloping. The black horse in the front was unusually tall. The knight on horseback was holding a spear, drawing or stabbing it. The corpses of the bastards were scattered all over the field.
"Block this intersection. Pei Shengyuan will lead his men to a high place to shoot arrows. The rest will form a formation of five people. Kill them to death first!"
Ma Yaozi roared and killed all the bastards who dared to stand in front of him. Then he turned over and dismounted, calling to the soldiers around him to quickly take off their armor from another empty horse.
These horses have been strictly trained and will not run around even on the battlefield. They are very excellent war horses.
The twenty or so people had just dismounted, and the disturbed bastards emerged from the tents one after another like disturbed wasps. There were hundreds of people in a dense crowd, and the number continued to increase.
Fortunately, these bastards are not very well organized. Although there are many people, they are quite chaotic. They can only gather dozens of people under the leadership of some junior officers and slowly rush here.
Many people looked confused or made noisy noises, seemingly unaware of the seriousness of the matter.
Pei Tongyuan led a few people to occupy a high place. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. The few people simply pointed out the direction of shooting and began to kill without mercy.
Every time they draw a bow, someone is bound to fall down, and most of those who fall are armored people who look like officers. The strength of every draw is very valuable, so of course they have to shoot the officer.
After hundreds of people rushed over without any formation, shouting and yelling, and as soon as a few officers at the front were killed, the surrounding soldiers immediately hesitated.
They were not elites, they were just ordinary fish who ran over under the leadership of officers, and were not prepared to fight at all.
At the sight of blood, the speed of these people rushing forward slowed down. Those people wearing strange cotton robes opposite seemed not to be trifled with! But they hesitated, but the people behind did not hesitate.
Because there don't seem to be many enemies, and they don't even look like they're wearing armor. There are hundreds or even thousands of people fighting dozens or twenty. It's such a good opportunity to beat a drowned dog without danger, and you can also show off your bravery. How could you miss it?
So after the people behind figured out what was going on, they began to push forward under the encouragement of the officers.
But this time it was troublesome. The Zahus in the front row who noticed something was not right wanted to step back, but the screaming Zahus in the back row had already rushed over. They had to move forward under the push from the back row.
Ma Yaozi is not nervous, and neither is Shanzhuer, because the opponent is so good!
They had just about twenty cavalry who had beaten them from south to north, and now they were in such chaos again.
Not to mention compared to Saktu's army, Ali Duraf's Mustafa army was considered a tiger and wolf army compared to them.
Moreover, now that we are dismounting and setting up a formation with cloth face armor to attack the unarmored, there is nothing terrible about this. As long as we kill dozens of people, the enemy will be defeated.
So Ma Yaozi didn't hesitate, and took the initiative to attack while the other side was still pushing and pushing them up.
A one-meter-long horizontal knife, a pair of maces made of wrought copper, a fine steel bone and a large axe, a cloth armor that protects the whole body, and a strong body that is fed with mutton chops and fat cattle all day long.
What kind of horror would such elites do when faced with a group of men who don't even have leather armor and are armed with broken iron knives and broken guns. They are short in stature and have good looks. They look like they pulled trash fish directly from the fields and pastures.
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Yang Shouli can answer you. In his shocked eyes, Ma Yaozi and others were like giants rushing into Lilliput.
I saw the flash of the sword, the sound of shouting, and as soon as it touched their bastards, they fell to the ground one by one.
A bastard slashed Ma Yaozi, but nothing happened to Ma Yaozi, and his knife was broken into two pieces.
Immediately afterwards, Ma Yaozi returned the knife, and the bastard's neck immediately bent because the side where the neck was cut was broken.
"Charge! Charge down! Kill them! Sili, go back to the mountain quickly, ask everyone to come down, and kill them!"
After eating the melon in stunned silence for half a minute, Yang Shouli realized that it didn't matter who he came with, as long as he was beating up the bastards in the mountains, he was one of his own.
Who is the most cruel person? The most cruel person is the person who is forced into a corner and insulted arbitrarily, and then cannot bear it anymore.
Ma Yaozi and the others still only used weapons to kill them, but Yang Shouli and others who rushed down from the mountain looked extremely terrifying.
Ma Yaozi watched with his own eyes as a wounded soldier who could not walk was rushed over by a group of women and children and pushed to the ground. Finally, he was beaten with stones and turned into a pulp.
He also saw a half-grown man holding a Zahu's arm, refusing to let go no matter how hard he was beaten, and forcefully biting off a piece of Zahu's flesh.
Roars roared from all around, and more and more people rushed down from the mountain. At this moment, they forgot about thirst and hunger, and even the women took up various weapons to fight.
Amidst the screams of terror, hundreds of slings threw polished stones. As long as the idiots were hit, their heads would be bleeding, and many of them would even be knocked unconscious.
After these people arrived, the pressure on Ma Yaozi and the others suddenly eased, and they were able to display their fighting power better. Pei Shengyuan and others also gave up archery, and instead took their horizontal knives and went straight to kill.
"Run! The pagans have invited heavenly soldiers!"
"Failed! Defeated! Run!"
"Aniang! It hurts so much! Don't kill me!"
Within seven or eight minutes at most, the thousands of bastards who were pushing and shoving immediately collapsed.
A senior officer in armor wanted to gather the broken troops to resist, but the wild boar flew over in a few steps and beat him into a ball of rotten flesh with a blow of his mace.
Zheng Tong grinned. It seemed that he was not mistaken. The few tongues they caught were not talking nonsense. These pagans who were surrounded on the mountain were really Tang Er, because the shouts and shouts around them were all
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After almost an hour, the battlefield finally became quiet, and the bastards left hundreds of corpses and a tent full of supplies and ran away.
Yang Tongyi, Yang Shouli and his son looked at the twenty killing gods opposite with gratitude and vigilance.
They don’t know where people like you, who are like heavenly soldiers and generals, come from? They don’t know what hatred the other side has against the bastards at the foot of the mountain?
But they know that these people saved their entire clan, and they also know that these people on the other side are very scary.
"Da Lang! Yang Dalang! Don't you recognize me? Shouli, look who I am? Look who I am?"
Huitong monk Zhengtong took off the one-piece bag with a collar on his head. The man with terrible scars on his forehead and face burst into tears.
He choked and looked at Yang Shouli and Zheng Shouli opposite. It was these two young guys who came to Shule nine years ago to find him and brought him the last news about his tribe.
"You...are you...are you brother Huitong from Shule?" Zheng Shouli recognized Zheng Tong faster than Yang Shouli.
The people who stayed in Shule at that time were branches of the Li family and the Zheng family. Zheng Tong was still his cousin, so Zheng Shouli always had a deep memory of Zheng Tong who was dressed as a monk at that time.
"That's me! I'm Huitong, Shouli, and you're already so old! Back then you were still pestering me to buy you cherry biloba! Have you forgotten?"
Zheng Shouli was stunned for a moment. The scene from nine years ago suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
He was only seventeen years old at that time. He was taken by his father Zheng Tongyi to Shule with Yang Shouli and other three people. The tall and fierce-looking monk Cong Ge bought him a gift and let him sleep in it countless times in his dreams.
Aftertaste of cherry biloba.
"Brother, it is indeed Brother Huitong, Shouli Dalang, do you recognize it? It is indeed Brother Huitong!"
Ecstasy suddenly rushed to Zheng Shouli's head. He was so dizzy that he didn't know what to do. Waves of ecstasy washed over him. He could only violently shake the shoulders of Yang Shouli next to him, howling and dancing with his hands and feet.
Yang Shouli was calmer than Zheng Shouli, who had already collapsed. He walked towards Zheng Tong in a daze.
He knew about Shule's branch, which had long since been depleted. Nine years ago, there were only a dozen of them left, mostly old women. Where did they come from so many murderous figures today?
"Brother Huitong, who are they? Yes...yes..." Yang Shouli kept telling himself to calm down in his heart, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out.
He didn't dare to tell the dream buried deep in his heart because he was afraid of getting a negative answer.
The tearful Zheng Tong knew what Yang Shouli wanted to ask. He nodded heavily, took off his cloth armor, and then took out a large, wrinkled colorful flag from his lower arm.
The sun with black wavy patterns on a red background, the sun wrapping the moon on a blue background, and the moon wrapping golden stars, is the Three-Chen Flag of the Tang Dynasty.
Zheng Tong tore off half of his arms, then raised his upper body and raised the Sanchen flag high above his head.
"According to the orders of King Zhang Zhao, the deputy king of Dabao and Jin Kingdom of the Tang Dynasty, the Fengtian Army's Fengtian camp was led by Ma Yaozi, the second general from the left in Shandu, and the warriors from the second left general came to look for the descendants of the Anxi Army in the past! Please return home after the hero!
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The moment 'Putong' saw the Sanchen Flag, Yang Tongyi began to tremble all over. When Zheng Tong shouted these words, he fell directly to the ground.
"Heroes please return home!" Ma Yaozi and the other twenty-one people collectively took off their pockets, held them in their hands and shouted.
"Great Tang!" Yang Shouli howled miserably, and suddenly squatted on the ground and began to cry loudly.
"The imperial court has not forgotten us! The imperial court still remembers us! The heavenly soldiers are finally here! Return home! I want to return home! I want to go home!"
"Homecoming! Homecoming!"
"Go home! Go home!"
The shrill wails suddenly resounded throughout the entire battlefield. On the battlefield littered with corpses, hundreds of men and women were wailing under the banner of Sanchen.
This cry was the best way to vent their grievances over the years. Returning home and returning home had never been so clearly imprinted in their hearts.
