Even the top warriors in the army can only throw a kerosene skin bag weighing more than 20 kilograms a distance of more than ten feet. Calculating that the farthest point on both sides of the valley is more than 700 strides, unless there is a first-rate sect in Jinzhou
The leader is willing to put himself in danger and condescend to do this job of throwing skins. Otherwise, they alone, even if they have manpower on both sides of the valley, would not be able to throw the kerosene into the center of the valley and pile it up into a mountain.
on the equipment.
The kerosene skin that was frozen into large lumps of hard ice was warmed by everyone in their arms. It took an unknown amount of time before it turned into a thick liquid again. This kerosene skin was also a secret weapon made by the Ministry of War.
It can withstand bumps and even light blows from ordinary swords. The kerosene inside is arranged according to the formula. As long as it touches a little spark, it will burn fiercely. Water cannot put it out. All we can do is wait for everything nearby that can burn.
Everything was burned to ashes.
This was originally a thing distributed by Dayao's military department to defend the city. Until accidentally, a light cavalry raided the barbarians' supplies and used the kerosene to burn the captured items that could not be taken away. Later, they found that it had a miraculous effect, so they formed a small team to go deep into the enemy's rear.
Necessary items, a bag of kerosene may be able to burn tens of thousands of stones of food and grass.
But the person who created the kerosene in Dayao's military department obviously did not expect that the kerosene would be frozen into something like stone in the extremely cold environment. Many people on both sides of the valley were shaking after half an hour of waiting.
After sifting the chaff, unscrewing the lid of the skin and taking a look, hey, it's still the same piece, just a little smaller, which makes people want to jump and curse.
In fact, most of the weapons of the barbarians are close to the valley walls on both sides. If you stretch out a hand and throw the skin bag down, there is a high chance that it will hit. However, these people still have to go down. The mountain of instruments in the center of the valley is not something that any of them can do with their arm strength.
Throw the skin bag over.
It is not possible to fall from a height of more than ten feet in a few seconds. The barbarians below can easily detect the movement above them. Once they pick up their bows and arrows, these people led by Wei Changpan will all become targets, unless...
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Some people are willing to be the bait to lure the snake out of its hole.
It was almost midnight, and the first group of barbarians on guard had not yet waited for their rotation. Even though these were warriors from the Taiqi Ge tribe, the peaceful and peaceful scene day after day made these people relax. Those cowardly barbarians could not help but relax.
The Yao people were beaten by their lord and the cavalry of various tribes and retreated to those towering city walls to seek shelter. How could anyone go deep into the grassland and find this valley by chance?
These warriors are all warriors of the Taiqige tribe, eager to fight on the battlefield in the south in exchange for wealth and status, but the lord suddenly ordered them to be imprisoned in this barren valley. Although there is no danger,
But it also cost them the opportunity to find a way out of this once-in-a-century war.
In the first few years after taking over as the leader of the Taigao tribe, Dunmao realized that if one day the power of these warriors, headed by Tuluo Batu, far exceeded that of ordinary people, expanded to the point that they were no longer under his control, then for him,
It will be a sword that is always hanging over his head. As long as these warriors are not dead for a day, it will be like a knife in his throat.
These warriors are usually scattered under the tents of the nobles in the tribe. It is not easy to recruit them all. Moreover, no noble is willing to lose such a capable manpower. After weighing the balance, as the leader of the Taiqige tribe,
Dun took advantage of his authority and summoned these warriors. Tuluo Batu, who happened to be unable to stay in the army, led the defense and siege equipment.
Although when announcing the news to these warriors, they immediately claimed that it was an arduous task.
For their mission, Yao, who is as cunning as a fox, may appear beside them at any time. When he said this, Dunmao believed it to a certain extent, but when the vanguard cavalry advanced to the front line of Bingyuan City, they encountered resistance.
When they were all weak Jinzhou state troops, they suddenly didn't believe what they had said before.
He, together with the coalition forces of various tribes, attacked the Yao people's state capital of Jinzhou and Yuancheng. In his opinion, it was only a matter of time.
In the valley, only Tuluo Batu can spend all day in the company of women and fine wine. Although Dunmao knew that he would not do anything if he was allowed to stay in the valley, Tuluo Batu, as the number one warrior in the Taiqiang tribe, had already
With considerable status and wealth, the number of people, cattle and sheep allocated to him is no less than that of many nobles. If Tulu Batu is put on the battlefield and makes great achievements, the rewards commensurate with his status will already be in his hands.
It can be counted that Tuluo Batu himself was also aware of the consequences of what Yao said were great achievements, so the two of them reached some kind of subtle tacit understanding.
Near the mouth of the valley, a middle-aged samurai with a weathered face stabbed the yawning young barbarian next to him with his scabbard. This young man's martial arts level was the worst among the hundred-man team, but he was a member of the Taiqi Gebu.
The youngest son of a noble family was the one who could inherit his father's cattle, sheep, and tents. With this status, the middle-aged samurai did not directly slash him in the face with his scabbard.
"Cheer up, it's almost time for rotation, don't embarrass your father." The middle-aged warrior put back his scabbard, "Maybe Yao is nearby."
"Why are there Yao people? They are less courageous than marmots. When frightened, they will retreat into their caves made of bricks and stick out half of their heads." The young barbarian patted the small saber on his waist.
and the bows and arrows on his back, "If Yao dares to come, my bows, arrows and sword will not let them have the chance to go back."
The middle-aged warrior didn't know how he was stimulated by his words. He violently grabbed the young barbarian's leather collar and pushed him to the ground. While riding on him, he tried his best to control his movements not to overdo it and lowered his voice, "Mochi
Ha! Don't say such stupid things again! That Yao man's scout was let go by your poor archery skills! This place has been exposed, I just hope that Tuluo Batu will not unscrew your and my heads, so...
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The young barbarian who was lying on the ground with no power to fight back knew how much trouble he had caused. Even his father, a nobleman, could not save him if he was discovered. Therefore, the young barbarian turned his head to one side and closed his eyes to wait for the beating. This is called
The young barbarian from Mochiha knew that shouting for help would not lead to any results. If other warriors were attracted, instead of rescuing him, they would punch him.
The fist did not fall. Could it be that this middle-aged warrior would one day show mercy to Mochiha?
The warm liquid dripped on Mo Chiha's face. He opened his eyes a crack and looked up. The middle-aged warrior's eyes were wide open and he wanted to raise his hand to cover an arrowhead with blood flowing like a spring.
Throat, those trembling hands could only hang down weakly in the end, and then the dying man fell aside, twitching all over, and stretched out a hand to the frightened Mochiha, as if asking him to save his life.
, but in the end he could only look at the sky, his pupils gradually dilating.
This arrow made no sound in mid-air, and was painted pure black from the arrowhead to the tail. It is a weapon favored by scouts and killers. Crossbows made of exquisite mechanisms and excellent materials have been used for hundreds of years.
An arrow fired from a distance can penetrate three layers of cooked cowhide. Although the warrior's body is far stronger than ordinary people, it is only skin, flesh and bones.
By the time these warriors reacted, two of them had already had their throats pierced. The barbarian warriors took out their horned bows, picked up their bows and nocked arrows. Many of them threw away the burning torches in their hands. The enemy was in the dark and we were in the light. We used torches to get closer.
It's like searching for an arrow with your own throat to shoot.
It was impossible for Balatu to be unaware of such a big movement. This warrior from the Taiqi tribe couldn't rush out of the tent immediately because he had to put on pants, even though he had always been confident enough in his size.
, but there will definitely be big moves in the next exchange, and Tuluo Batu does not want the scene of him fighting with others today to become a joke passed down by men, women, and children in the Taiqi tribe.
When Tuluo Batu put on his trousers, picked up his sword and rushed out of the tent, three or five figures could be vaguely seen rushing out of the valley mouth, mounting their horses and fleeing. However, the warriors under him only fired a few arrows in the distance and did not mount their horses to catch up.
"What are you doing! Just let these cunning rats escape!" Baltu, who was shirtless and only wearing a pair of calf-nose pants, raised a giant palm and knocked the person next to him to the ground, "Kill him.
Do the people under Tulu Batu want to escape so easily?!"
The person who had just been knocked to the ground by his palm got up. He was a close confidant sent by Dunmao. He was somewhat of a restraint. He was also the only person here who dared to argue with Tulu Batu.
"Tuluo Batu!" The man stood up and spat blood on the ground. "Can't you see that this is someone who lures the enemy? There is only a hundred-man team guarding here, so it is so easy to send people out to chase and kill them.
If there is a large group of people ambushing outside the valley, how can we protect the things in this valley?"
Many people who were just about to mount their horses were made to stay put by this man's words. In name, Tuluo Batu was the leader of this hundred-man team, but his status as a close aide of the leader of the Taiqi tribe made these people fear from the bottom of their hearts.
It is true that Tuluo Batu is known as the strongest warrior in the Taiqiang tribe and even the entire grassland, but the most powerful people on the grassland are still the lords of the Taiqiang tribe, Dunmao Chaoji Ladd.
A confidant is someone who can speak in Dunmao's ear, and a casual sentence can crush warriors like them to death, so they all just kept silent.
Tuluo Batu ignored him and someone brought his horse. He was nine feet long and almost everyone in the grassland tribe looked up to him. His mount was also one of the best horses in the grassland.
Qiji Dunmao looked at him with an angry expression, and secretly made up his mind that after leaving this barren place, he would definitely go to his master to say some bad words about Tulu Batu.
"Tuluo Batu! The Lord ordered you to guard this valley, not to let you pursue and kill a few scattered Yao people on your own initiative!" After bringing out the name that the Lord had assumed, the words of this confidant became more and more unscrupulous, "You
You are just a hunting dog in front of the master's horse. If the master asks you to go east, you must go east..."
The moment the poor man said these words, Tu Luobatu grabbed his head with his palms, and with a sudden force, he pulled his head off his body and threw it away.