Chapter 87: Why are there so many masters in the Han army?
When the sun was high in the sky, Thule soldiers formed formations at Yangguan.
Li Kun looked at the Thule soldiers not far away, and a trace of doubt flashed on his face: "Second brother, how will our military merit be calculated if we kill the enemy like this?"
Su Lu didn't even raise his head. He was wrapping his hands with a piece of cloth. He pondered for a moment and said, "Remember how many people you killed when you go back. Just go to the military judge and record it."
Men San next to him asked curiously: "What if someone makes a false report?"
Next to him, Li Xiaoqin was sharpening his steel knife on the green bricks at the top of the city to sharpen the gap made by the chop. Li Xiaoqin sneered and replied to Men San's words:
"There were people who thought of overreporting like this before, and then the Sima who accompanied the army found out that they were wrong and beheaded them directly."
Men San shivered and said tremblingly: "Whether my predecessor killed two or three, I really can't remember. When I reported my merits yesterday, I just wrote down three. I
What should we do, General? It’s been ten days, and I’ve made a false report this time.”
The seven-foot-tall man was about to cry. He looked at Su Lu with a pleading look on his face.
Su Lu wrapped the cloth, stretched his fingers a few times, and then held the handle of the knife. After making sure that it would not hinder the use of the knife, he said with a smile:
"Three are three. Are there any blind people who dare to come and verify? There are several layers of snow under the city. They are all Thule soldiers. Let them verify."
When Men San heard this, he scratched his head happily and said to himself: "It's good that it's not easy to verify."
"Woo"
The Thule people blew their horns, and a new round of siege began again.
Based on his experience, Su Lu put level 1 soldier cards on the soldiers again.
Although the strength of the guards under his command is already very strong, and level 1 military cards can hardly improve their strength, the accompanying teamwork cannot be learned in just a few battles.
The cry of death and the screams started again.
Thule soldiers continued to climb up the city wall, and the guards raised their spears and began to engage in battle.
After the level 1 soldier card made great achievements, the Thule soldiers' offensive slowed down, but then began to intensify.
The level 2 soldier cards in Su Lu's hand began to be scattered out continuously, defeating the Thule soldiers who attacked the city one after another.
"Yeah hey"
A roar like thunder suddenly sounded not far from Su Lu.
The Thule soldiers, whose heads were wrapped in red silk and half of their shoulders were exposed, emerged from the battlements, slashed out with a sword, and stood at the top of the city.
Four or five guards flew out backwards. The sound of steel knives being smashed sounded almost at the same time, and four or five steel knives flew out at the same time.
This man is a master!
Su Lu's heart trembled, and he rushed out quickly. At the same time, the cards were quickly switched, and two third-level soldier cards were thrown out.
One fell on a young guard who was attacking the red silk Tule soldiers, and the other fell on himself.
A familiar feeling of power emerged, and the steel knife in Su Lu's hand flew out and hit the scimitar raised by the red silk Tule soldier.
"Boom"
The crisp sound of metal colliding was heard.
"Shua"
The soldier whose strength suddenly increased suddenly swung his sword faster. The head of the red silk Tule soldier was cut off by a sword. He flew high and landed on the top of the city. His eyes were wide open, as if he couldn't believe that he was dead.
The other two Thule soldiers, whose heads were wrapped in red silk, had already established a foothold at the top of the city. They brandished their swords and attacked Su Lu and the other soldier.
These two are also masters!
Su Lu judged that if the Thule army could not attack for a long time, many in the camp would definitely freeze to death and suffer from frostbite. The Thule people became impatient and formed a death squad composed of masters. Wearing red silk on their heads must have some special meaning.
"retreat"
Su Lu roared, facing an expert, the best way is not to fight in groups, but to form a military formation.
"A few pikemen are here"
Su Lu and the two retreated, and a dozen or so pikemen with guns immediately surrounded them, lined up with guns, ready to attack.
"kill"
Su Lu threw out the spear array card and blessed it on the spearmen.
In an instant, the spearmen's movements became uniform, and the black spearheads flashed with a cold light, piercing the falling snowflakes on the top of the city, and overwhelmingly pressed on more and more red silk Tule soldiers on the top of the city.
After several continuous gun attacks, the red silk Tule soldiers were wiped out entirely.
Thule Camp
Amidst the crowds of troops, a man from Tulle wearing a black leather hat cursed angrily, turned his horse's head and returned to camp with his whip still on the ground.
"Withdrawal"
Inside the camp, a group of Thule captains stood in a row, standing upright.
The man in the leather hat sat down in his seat and said in an annoyed voice:
"Hassuler, this is your plan. I have sent out all the masters who are in the process of attachment. What will happen now? Isn't it just like your great-grandfather Hassul, who was defeated in the city?"
Hasule looked uneasy and speechless. Beiyang City was blocked by the army led by Su Lu, and now he was trying to defeat Yumen. His previous prestige was gone. Now that the great warrior didn't kill him, it was because of his father's past achievements.
Taking a peek at the angry great sergeant, Hassul looked helpless. Why did the Han army have so many military masters?
"Chaharjizhe, tell me, what should we do next?"
The Great Master's eyes turned to another general. This was his eldest brother's subordinate. His eldest brother was killed by a group of beggars who came out of nowhere, but he escaped. If he hadn't been identified and killed,
The bastard of the eldest brother should have killed him long ago.
Chahar Jizhe looked ugly. After a long time, he finally said: "Master Fu, we can turn to the west, starting from the line of Lintao Tunbao and Majiapu, passing through Yuci, entering the desert, and then turning from the desert to look out.
Go north of the township and return to Thule."
The great scholar was dumbfounded. It was only his grandson who came up with this plan.
Not to mention the harassment of the Han army's forts along the way, just marching in the desert would require abandoning a lot of baggage, otherwise it would definitely not be able to outrun the Han army's human and horse legs.
A messenger rushed into the camp and knelt in front of the commander: "Report, the Han army is divided into three groups, the Xitunling tribes have been surrounded and annihilated, and the east and west groups have broken through to the line of Erlong Mountain, which is only five days' journey from here."
The Great Fushi got angry and said: "Whoever has a way to break the city, please tell me quickly, otherwise everyone will be surrounded and die here together."
Looking at the group of clay puppets in the tent, they were so morale that they almost wanted to kill someone.
Under the command of Youxiangcha, all the ministries were so high-spirited. Now Youxiangcha is blocked from moving to the pass, Yumen has been captured by the Han army, and the message transmission channel is blocked. We don't even know what to do next.
No, you can move closer to the east and cooperate with the right wing to check the north and south to break the Gongqian Pass.
After having made up his mind, the great attaché clapped his hands on the table and said, "After listening to the order, all the troops broke out of camp and rushed to Gongqian Pass. Join forces with the right wing commander. After breaking Gongqian Pass, we can naturally return to Thule."
On Yumenguan City, Su Lu was sitting in the arrow tower taking a nap.
On the city wall, it was already time for dinner. While the Thule army was not attacking the city, hurry up and eat something. Otherwise, if there was a fight, you wouldn't even have time to eat.
"Uncle, here are your steamed buns and vegetable soup."
Xiaomi, a little girl with a fair face, carried a black porcelain bowl and brought two black-faced steamed buns over. Compared with the previous few days, Xiaomi was much cleaner and her cheeks were also shiny.
Su Lu took the vegetable soup and steamed buns and took a bite. He endured the pain in his throat and drank a small mouthful of vegetable soup.
The road can't be swallowed at all.
While eating the steamed bun, Su Lu glanced at the direction of the city wall a few steps away. Li Kun was leaning against the city wall, with his left chest exposed. A woman was wrapping his wound with a white cloth, and another woman was feeding her vegetable soup.
Steamed bun.
This grandson will actually enjoy it.
Su Lu cursed in his heart, took another sip of vegetable soup, and was about to bite the black steamed bun when the guards on the city wall suddenly let out a roar.
"Tule retreated"
"The Thule people are gone"
Su Lu, who threw away the soup bowl, looked confused. The Thule people left?
The bowl was thrown away and you told me that the Thule people were gone!
After getting up, Su Lu looked outside the city. Sure enough, the Thule army began to break out of camp and was slowly retreating eastward.