A group of men and horses came in from the mountain pass, and the wolves that were eating quickly scattered and fled under the attack of the cavalry.
These people were obviously not hunters. They abandoned the wolves, slowed down their horses, and walked through the messy human-wolf battlefield to the Liao soldiers who were lucky enough to be alive.
Xilamulun put down the wolf meat in his hand and raised his wooden shield. Those people all held long bows in their hands. Just by looking at the positions of their bows and arrows, he knew that these people were good archers.
Although the distance between him and these people was a little farther, he was still within the range of the bow and arrow. He was not sure of climbing out of the mountain behind him despite the rain of arrows.
I'm not sure if there is an ambush behind the hill.
His idea was soon confirmed by others. Two defeated soldiers who were farther away from those people turned over and climbed up the high slope. Unfortunately, they fell much faster than they climbed up. Xilamulun
I saw the long arrows stuck in their throats.
At this time, Xilamulun didn't know what these people were going to do. It would be easy to kill all the people here. After the two rounds of arrow rain, Xilamulun didn't think there would be anyone alive. These people were not Song.
People, the wealthy Song people never wore this kind of untanned sheepskin. They called it the fishy smell. Not only could they not accept it in their hearts, but their bodies could not accept it either.
They are not Liao people either. Xilamulun, who grew up on the grasslands, has seen even the most barbaric Liao people and they are much more civilized than these people.
"We want to recruit warriors!"
A bald man stepped out of the group, pointed at the defeated soldiers in the valley and said: "We only want warriors, and after fighting the wolves, you are already recognized warriors by us, but we only need thirty people!"
After hearing the words of the bald man, Xilamulun shrank his body immediately. Although the wooden shield was not big, he had learned how to use the wooden shield to help him hide more of his body parts.
No one who can escape here is a fool. Under the airtight siege of the Song Army, those who can escape alive need not only strong martial arts, but also a strong body, and even more, a smart mind.
A person with a slight lack of personal ability has long since become a carrion on the grassland.
There are at least eighty people in the valley. Xilamulun has already counted them. This means that at least fifty people will be eliminated. In the enemy's encirclement, rushing out is the stupidest idea. If these people are the entire organization
The Liao army fought hard, and even if the whole army was wiped out, there would be nothing to say.
However, here is a group of frightened birds and a group of routed soldiers. Their dignity as warriors has long been worn away by the overwhelming rain of arrows from the Song people. The number of people who died in the hands of the Liao people during the breakout was even higher than those who died in the arrows of the Song people.
It will rain more.
People with lively minds can think very quickly. The companions who had shared the same hatred just now did not hesitate to stab the knives into their companions' bodies. Their tired bodies from the fierce battle with the wolves seemed to have regained their strength at this moment.
Angry, the sound of swords clashing filled the valley. Every time a scream came, Xilamulun's body shook unnaturally.
He wanted to avoid this cruel cannibalism, but others did not let him be proud. The knife struck the wooden shield and made an empty sound, forcing Xilamulun to stab his long knife out from under the shield, and then killed him.
A Liao man desperate to survive.
Xilamulun stood up and carefully protected his upper body with his shield. The terrain he occupied was very good, with two boulders blocking his left and right sides, and there was only a gap less than three feet wide in front.
Others also discovered this terrain, and five Liao people formed a short-term alliance. They believed that as long as they killed Xilamulun, they would rely on this terrain to support them until the end.
Wei Ge Ning Ling watched the fighting in the valley with interest, his eyes fixed on Xilamulun from the beginning.
When this Liao soldier fought against wild wolves, he left a deep impression on him. While others relied on one breath to kill, he killed the wolves according to his own fighting method.
There was a very systematic way of retreating and advancing, so after the wolves retreated, he was the only one who still maintained a certain fighting strength, and even had enough energy left to get back some wolf legs to grill bacon.
If Wei Ge Ning Ling wants to gather the people here, the person he hopes to gather most is obviously Xilamulun. Of course, he will not interfere in the battle of these people. If Xilamulun dies under the sword of those five people, he will
There won't be too much regret.
The spearmen are currently the most threatening to Xilamulun, and only the spearmen can pose a fatal threat to him in a narrow place less than ten steps away.
Therefore, after Xilamulun blocked the spear, he quickly retreated. The first person to enter the passage was a shield hand, and the spearman followed closely behind. The shieldman blocked Xilamulun's long knife, and the spearman's spear viper.
They also stabbed Xiramulun fiercely from behind, leaving him overwhelmed. Once Xilamulun was forced to the root of the boulder, he would have no choice but to be tortured to death by these five people.
Xilamulun took six steps back, and the five Liao people advanced six steps with a grin. They were about to reach the bottom. The two Liao people behind turned their backs to Xilamulun. It was not only Xilamulun who they needed to guard against, but also Xilamulun.
There are other Liao people who want to pick up a bargain.
With difficulty, he deflected the sneak attack spear, and the shield hand's round shield hit Xilamulun hard on the stomach. Xilamulun once again retreated with difficulty. His feet seemed to be shaking, and he turned towards the root of the boulder on the right.
Fall down.
Just when the spearman's spear had pierced Xiramulun's shield and forced him to the ground, there was a roar above his head, and more than a dozen stones the size of a human head fell from the sky, landing on the spearman and shield bearer.
, and a Liao man who followed up.
The sound of broken bones was heard. Xilamulun slowly stood up from the root of the boulder. A stone fell on his shield, causing a crack in the already tattered shield.
The shield bearer has been buried by stones, and the spearman's legs have been twisted into a strange shape by the stones. The weather in early spring is still a bit cold, and the blood-stained bones are suddenly piercing through the muscles.
There is a slight white mist.
Xilamulun picked up the spear and stabbed to death the spearman with a look of longing on his face. He also stabbed to death the shield hand whose brains had been smashed out. The Liao man who had broken a leg screamed in horror and went to the back of the passage.
He crawled away, but was mercilessly killed by his guarding companions.
The remaining two Liao soldiers looked at Xilamulun, who had his spear upright, and started fighting outside again without looking back. After all, there were still many people outside who could be killed.
There was a smile on Wei Geningling's face for the first time. Since the rocks that Xilamulun had set up in the gap between the boulders fell down, this was beyond Wei Geningling's expectation. This young man
Under such difficult conditions, he actually knew that he had laid a trap near his home base in advance. This already met the conditions for becoming a general.
You must know that most Xixia generals are best at charging, charging, and charging again. Such tactics have proven to be unworkable in front of the Song army. They have too many long-range weapons that can eliminate their brave subordinates on the road to charge.
When Wei Ge Ningling saw Xilamulun sitting at the entrance of the passage and looking gloomily at the Liao people who continued to fight without participating in the fight, he became even more satisfied with his performance.
Ten people will produce a hero, a hundred people will produce a hero, a thousand people will produce a hero, and a thousand people will produce a hero. Just look at Xilamulun sitting on the ground, but no one around him dares to attack him. You will know that among these hundred people,
Xilamulun is the hero!
It is difficult to stop after killing red eyes. These Liao soldiers have even forgotten why they are fighting. There are obviously less than thirty people in number, and the fighting is still going on.
Xilamulun raised a sleeping cow stone and threw it into the middle of the battlefield with a roar. The sleeping cow stone fell to the ground and made a loud noise. The sound alerted the Liao people who were fighting. After they looked at each other, they found that only the people around them could stand up.
Less than twenty people fell down, and then they wailed and fell softly to the ground, and some couldn't help but cry bitterly.
Xilamulun held up a round shield and dragged a spear to the bald man's horse and shouted: "We surrender. But please tell me who you are!"
Wei Ge Ning ordered his war horse to come to the front and looked at the sad and angry Xilamulun and said: "Like you, we are all savages abandoned by the king and forgotten by the tribe!"
Xilamulun looked at Weige stubbornly and said, "I just hope to go home after the battle!"
Wei Ge Ningling shook his head sadly and said: "We can't go back. We can't go back. My king hoped that I would die in the battle in the wilderness. But I didn't die. Your king thought that you had died in the battle in the wilderness."
Go up, this is the best result he thinks. If you go home, your family will be implicated. My child, come with me. We will carve out a future for ourselves with our own knives and blood, even if we die in battle.
, there will also be companions to accompany you on the road to the underworld. Whether you are going to see your ancestors or the gods and Buddhas, at least we still have companions!"
"Can't go back? You lied to me!"
Wei Ge Ningling shook his head and said: "My child, follow me, you will know how ruthless your king is. Everyone on the prairie knows that the Battle of Xijing was caused by your incompetence and cowardice. He
He thinks that it was your uselessness that led to the defeat of Xijing. He puts all the responsibility for the defeat of Xijing on you. He never knows what a cruel war you went through to survive.
Xiao Dahu's family has been killed. The Xigu people returned to Zhongjing with three thousand women and children, but they were killed by your king. His head is still wandering in the grassland.
The Emperor of Liao's decree states that anyone has the right to arrest you deserters. In his opinion, only those who die in battle can be considered loyal to the Liao Kingdom."
"I do not believe!"
"In fact, you have already believed it. Come with me. Let's find a chance to seek justice from Yun Zheng together. Once a man comes to this world, he can't go in vain." (To be continued)