One hundred and ninety-six intention to kill thieves
The Jinzhou rangers who were sharpening their knives to attack the lame horse were stunned. The white horse, which usually eats the most and produces the least energy, was flying with its hooves flying. In the blink of an eye, it was carrying Wei Changpan to the gate of Yushan Pass and back again.
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"The dragon's spine is attached to the money, and the silver hoofs are white on the smoke." Mei Su, who has a reputation as a scholar, thought of this ancient poem. Doesn't this situation and scene fit the meaning? He chanted it unconsciously.
The remaining people were mostly rough people who couldn't read a bunch of words. They knew nothing about poetry, lyrics, and music, but they also knew that Mei Xiucai had some literary talents, so they all responded and took pictures without leaving any trace.
Mei Xiucai flattered him a few times.
Hey, the scholars who have read books are different. They can come up with some words to praise a good horse, but rough guys like them can only say "what a damn good horse".
Wei Changpan's riding skills were not very good, and he could usually ride a horse well. When he let the horse run, he became a little panicked and wished that his whole body was pressed against the horse's back. At this moment, it was not so much him driving the white horse, but the horse.
Carry him on his back and run.
Among the crowd, only Liu Ziyi beat his chest. Seeing that this horse was such an extraordinary horse, there was no need to think about practicing the skills on his own recipe. "I even missed this horse. When can I cook that horse meat dish?"
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Even if the warriors of Dayao were not short of money, it was still very difficult for them to find a good horse to ride on. Although there were Dayao horse farms in the sixteen states in the territory, there were only a few of them, more than in the north.
In the pastures bordering the prairie land, even the military horses of the southern prefectures and counties have to look at the amount of money sent to the Yamen of the Ministry of War every year to determine the quality of the horses that year. Even Jiangzhou, which has always been the most wealthy, can barely maintain a team.
Scout troops and an organized mounted archer.
As for those poor rural areas that had to rely on the court to allocate money and food for relief in times of famine, they had to leave some scraps of unimportant people, and even the generals could not gather a more orderly and glamorous team of hundreds to accompany them when they went on hunting expeditions.
Needless to say, there are no organized cavalry brigades.
However, the stables of several horse farms in Dayao have always been given priority to the northern border cavalry. Among them, the cavalry is the most important. After all, it is the only one in this dynasty that can fight with the barbarian cavalry several times.
The strong army that has the upper hand in Zhongdu was once regarded by Jinzhou General Song Zhiwen as the one who could reverse Jinzhou's corrupt war. Although this winter's war has not had anything to do with it so far,
A message from the cavalry.
Wei Changpan pulled the reins hard, and the white horse finally slowed down and stopped in front of everyone, its nose touching the white air.
Wei Changpan, who did not dare to relax his hands at all for fear that he would be thrown off the white horse at any time, finally loosened the reins, turned over and got off the horse, stroked the horse's mane, smiled close to the horse's ears, "You can run so happily with your hooves.
Why don't you, the front-line guy, just don't do your best?"
Everyone saw Wei Changpan saying something to the horse's ear. The horse neighed and turned its neck sideways. There seemed to be some... resentment in its eyes?
"How can there be so many horsemen in the world who can recognize your splendid horse? Thousand-mile horses are common but Bole is not always ..."
There was another deafening long neigh, and the other horses that were tied up and chewing horse grass fell to their knees as soon as their hooves softened. The knights from Jinzhou were so shocked that they rushed forward, fearing that one of them would
The horse's leg was broken.
"It's not a white horse, it's not an exaggeration to say it's a dragon." Mei Su said these words as he passed by the man and the horse, and hurriedly joined the team that was supporting the horses.
Hurry back and see this horse again
What action would he take, but he just stayed aside and flicked his ponytail, without any shocking response.
"If there is anything else you can do, I'm really not sure if you are about to become a spiritual master." Wei Changpan breathed a long sigh of relief, led the horse by the bit and walked slowly for a few steps, but couldn't help but be curious, "Are you serious?
Can you understand human speech?"
There was still no response, but when Wei Changpan turned back to look at the white horse, the saliva from the horse's mouth splashed all over his face.
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"Obviously he ran so fast yesterday, why is he lame again today?" Wei Changpan looked at the white horse that had raised its left front hoof again and couldn't help but smile. He held the bridle and walked two steps, still acting very seriously.
He swayed to the right and limped. Not only was he not a good horse, but his hooves became weak after being unable to walk even a few steps.
If this scene had happened yesterday, everyone would have rushed forward, and within an hour they would have had a lot more meat in their stomachs. However, ever since he saw this magnificent white horse, only Liu Ziyi still kept thinking about it.
If the horse still doesn't help, it's better to kill him and let him stew the bullshit for everyone.
"But it won't help if you pretend to be lame today." Wei Changpan slapped the horse's butt gently, not hard, "otherwise, we won't be able to eat hay at night."
As a result, the knights of Jinzhou watched dumbfoundedly as the white horse slowly put down its extremely lame front hooves and reluctantly walked forward.
"This is really a horse, not a living person?" Wei Qisheng yawned lazily on the horse. He was already used to the strangeness and asked, "I can't say he is smarter than Liu Ziyi."
"Fuck you, how did you sound like this when you asked me for the bit of porridge at the bottom of the pot with a shy face yesterday?" Liu Ziyi immediately retorted, "This lazy guy is smart, and he is not willing to carry people.
I’m not happy to carry it, it’s better to kill and eat the two kilograms of meat I still have.”
This noisy group of men and horses became quiet after walking out of Yushanguan. At this moment, they have entered the boundary of Jinzhou. No one knows whether the barbarians' horse hooves have trampled all over Jinzhou, and whether they will not be able to go far before returning with the barbarians.
The riders met head-on.
The Lu Baima was walking at the front, and the other six people's mounts kept at least five horse lengths away from him, and would raise their hooves when they got closer.
After walking for twenty or thirty miles along a remote road, we came across a deserted village. However, it was not as miserable as the one in Yushan Pass. Although all the houses had been burned to the ground, there were no corpses scattered in the village.
The people have evacuated to nearby cities for safety.
However, can the walls and defenses of those county towns really be as strong as Yushanguan and other border cities? Even Yushanguan could only resist for more than a month before being captured, let alone many of these small cities whose walls are only higher than half of the Yushanguan wall.
County seat?
Since the siege equipment transported from the nameless valley can break through the city defense of Yushan Pass, it will not be too difficult to break through another county city.
Wei Changpan was very worried. Although this should be a headache for the governor of Jinzhou and General Song Zhiwen, all they had to do now was to return to Bingyuan City with all their arms and legs intact, and accept the victory in the eyes of everyone.
Those who deserved their merits and were then regarded as heroes were placed in a foolproof rear area waiting for rewards from the court.
But he still couldn't help but think about it. Although the old people in Qingshan Town have a saying, as the saying goes, "It's none of your business." If it's not your business, why bother to join in? Don't end up causing trouble.
It's disgusting, but he still thinks about these things that have nothing to do with him.
However, the most urgent task is how to return alive to the land still occupied by the Yao people.
After only half a day's journey, as expected, they encountered a small group of barbarian cavalry. Judging from the costumes, they were not the cavalry of most nobles on the grassland, but a scattered group of herdsmen dressed in the armor of Yao's infantry.
The clothes and the weapons that came with them were also in a mess, and they were full of things snatched from unknown places. Some people even had a piece of bright red silk wrapped around their heads.
The combat power of this small group of rangers is about the lowest among the barbarian cavalry. These herdsmen were grazing their cattle and sheep a few days before they picked up their swords and mounted their horses, so they were so scattered that they had no military discipline.
An army charge can disperse this ragtag group of people.
The Jinzhou warriors were hidden in a poplar forest, and the horses were placed further away, with one person watching over them.
The remaining six people all had their swords unsheathed. When the barbarian rangers were closest to them, they could clearly see the mud on the soles of these herdsmen's boots. All they had to do was rush out of the sheltering bushes together, and a few seconds later
With kung fu, he can kill barbarians who can't even count with two hands.
But they could only watch helplessly as these unsuspecting people passed by them, laughing and chattering to each other in the language of the grassland, as if they were showing off their achievements.
They couldn't take action, because as long as one person escaped and went to report the news, hundreds of barbarians would come to hunt them down, which would be tantamount to putting them to death.
If you have the intention to kill the thief, you will not be able to save yourself, but if you die in a wrong place, how can you be happy?
Many of the cloths and clothes were still stained with blood and tears, and they were things ripped off from people's bodies. The herdsmen on the grasslands were unable to rob larger villages and towns, so they had to follow the horses of most of the cavalry to pick up some remnants.
Even though these bloody clothes are regarded as rare good things by these herdsmen who are used to poverty, it would be great if someone is lucky enough to pick up some scattered gold and silver that has not been plundered.
Even a lot of iron farm tools were taken back with them.
A horse stopped by the bush where they were hiding. Wei Changpan held the knife in his backhand and prepared to raise it. If the barbarian herdsman took another step closer, the knife in his hand would cut open his stomach and chest from bottom to top. He drew the knife
At the same time, someone nearby will hit the barbarian on the throat. There won't be much movement, and the barbarian will turn into a dead corpse.
However, the barbarian did not take that step. He untied something rustlingly in front of the bushes, and then there was the sound of water.
This barbarian just came to relieve himself. Following the sound of water, he moaned in comfort. Wei Changpan, who was half standing up, felt something warm splashing on his face. He smelled the all-too-familiar odor and understood what it was.
, nausea suddenly came over me.
Obviously unaware that his life was hanging by a thread, the barbarian shook his head and tied up his trouser pockets, got on his horse and rushed to catch up with his companions.
Hearing the horse's hooves move away, the people lying under the bushes all stood up and wiped their faces with their sleeves. It was obvious that Wei Changpan was not the only one who had been pissed by the barbarian earlier.
This is Dayao's land in Jinzhou. Looking at the sparse barbarian cavalry in the distance, they are filled with emotion. In Dayao's land, when they see the barbarians, they have to hide behind the trees...