"The wind was very strong that day, and the sun was dazzling..." Many years later, Wang Zhihuan, known as one of the two ghosts of the frontier in the Tang Dynasty, lay on a rocking chair under the grape trellis, closed his eyes and recalled his children and grandchildren.

As the third rank of the subordinates of the Secretariat, Gua, Sha, Yi, Xi, Ting, and the Minister of War, his military achievements were as dazzling as his poems. However, what he loved to mention in front of his children and grandchildren in his life was the battle on the way to Shule.

That was the first time he went to the battlefield in his life. His performance was only a fair rule, and his contribution was only a third-class. However, it completely ignited his dream. He made him join the army from then on, and never return on the road of Confucian generals!

What he would never admit in his life was that that day, he was actually very nervous, his legs were trembling, and his arms were far less flexible than when he was writing poetry. When he looked around, the soldiers around him were also extremely nervous, his face turned pale, and his sweat slowly slid down his temples.

Even though he was so nervous that he could not breathe, Wang Zhihuan gritted his teeth and helped Ren Wu, Ren Liu and others to drag several simple catapults off the carriage, and then helped everyone to hold the catapults firmly as quickly as possible. Then, he accompanied everyone next to him, and used rowing, ropes and pulleys to pull the throwing arms quietly to the waiting position and adjusted the ruler.

The brothers around them also cooperated with each other and removed the Fire Dragon Car from the horse's back as quickly as possible. They formed two moving car walls directly in front of the swallowtail array and the last. Everyone was so nervous that their faces turned pale and their breathing was as heavy as a plowing ox.

This is not the first time most of them have been on the battlefield. However, in the past few times, they were surrounded by experienced Shuofang Army and were not far from the city. At this moment, they were a lonely army, three hundred miles away from Khotan and Shule, and the shortest road they walked was still 300 miles away.

In sharp contrast to everyone's nervous state, the Tuks and soldiers who came to intercept Zhang Qian were all happy. Taking advantage of the time when the main general blocked his invitation to his opponent, they automatically divided the team into three. More than 900 people continued to show off their power in the front, and the other two teams of 300 each detoured from the two wings to the rear of the chariot formation like flowing water. They made up their minds to prevent Tang Jun from living alone.

"Squeak, squeak, squeak, squeak..." A low sound of gear choking sounded in the car formation. Some brothers pulled the Qing Zhang crossbow with the shaking handle in advance.

This crossbow with an arm strength of up to three stones originally required a strong man to step on the string to skeleton, so it was called Qing Zhang. However, just half a month before departure, Zhang Qian used a simple shaking gear set to change the skeleton of his foot to hand-crank.

Although the improved crossbow is more than one pound heavier than before, it is quite difficult to lift it. However, the winding speed has been increased by at least three times. And the crossbow holder's penis is no longer as strict as before. Any ordinary adult man can use it as long as he lifts a flat crossbow.

"Ding, ding, dingdang..." A crisp metal impact sound came from near the carriage in front of him, which quickly attracted Wang Zhihuan's attention.

Eighty carefully selected brothers, wearing the Star Armor, carrying the Mo Dao was reorganizing the team. The Mo Dao handle was two and a half feet long and the blade was three feet long. The blade made of iron was so sharp that it could cut off a live pig in half. Wang Zhihuan had heard of this weapon in the past in rumor, but today, he saw it in front of him with his own eyes, and the sun was cold.

If the cavalry cannot run at a speed, they will encounter Mo Dao... A bloody scene flashed quickly in front of him, Wang Zhihuan was in a cold war, and then a sense of confidence arose from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Yongzhao is a person who is good at creating miracles. He has not only heard of it, but also seen it several times before. Hopefully, this time is no exception.

His eyes passed through the knife, and he looked at the front of the entire team again. He saw Zhang Qian, Luo Huaizu and Wang Han, walking to block the horses that blocked his squad.

None of the three of them were short, especially Zhang Qian, who was a typical eight-foot man among the Tang people. However, compared to the hiding master sitting on a BMW's good horse, he looked short and humble at this moment.

The chau obviously liked this feeling of being high and superior. He thought he was sure to win, and he acted very gracefully. After more than thirty steps, he stroked his chest with one hand on the horse's back and bowed deeply again, "I have long admired the name of Young Prison. I saw him today, which is really a blessing for me. My brother put down good wine and meat in the city of Thunder Ye. Please take the chauu to take advantage of my busy schedule and give me a break!"

Because he was located at the lower vent and facing northwest, Wang Zhihuan clearly heard the greetings of Zhe. However, Zhang Qian's response was not as loud as Zhe, deliberately speaking as Zhe. So it sounded intermittently, and it should have been a vague expression of rejection, and advised the other brothers to come back and not to make mistakes again and again.

"When did my brothers let down the Tang Dynasty?! Zhou Yiti, who was bullying him again and again!" The voice of the zombie immediately brought anger, and his arms were waving in the air, like a crab raised his pliers. "My brother had no choice but to raise an army to seize the Broken Leaf. But then he had submitted a memorial to Emperor Shenlong to express his grievances. However, the Tang Dynasty has not heard any response so far, and has sent Niu Shizhuo to lead the army to force him!"

"Zhezi is a smart person, so don't say such boring words?" Zhang Qian's response finally increased a little, so that Wang Zhihuan could hear it clearly. But his momentum was still much worse than the other party. "The Turkic Khan Court is probably no less than three thousand miles away from the Thunder Ye! Your brothers were loyal to the Tang Dynasty, and there was a conflict between Zhou Yiti on the front, and the Turkic cavalry rushed over to help. Could it be that they would not fly?"

"Yes, it's a coincidence!" The Zhazi's movements stopped and his voice became stuttering. "The Turks also wanted to attack Saiye, but when we saw our army taking Saiye first, they immediately retreated."

"The Turkic people have helped me for nothing, didn't they get any benefits?" Zhang Qian's head tilted, and the questioning became higher again. All his own people could hear clearly after a hundred steps. "Ashi Mo Chuo has betrayed the Tang Dynasty for a long time, and your brothers have not let down the Tang Dynasty. Why didn't they follow him at that time?!"

"This, this, they, they are walking too fast! My brother and I are busy chasing Zhou Yiti and Ashi's loyalty!" It was also because of the thick-skinnedness of the Zhuanzi, who was caught and hurt his feet, but he was still able to insist on lying.

"Is that right? Then you two brothers came and went to attack Kucha, and the Turks happened to coincide with Ling's brothers?" Zhang Qian did not move at all, and his voice was not as high as the other party, but his whole body suddenly became full of momentum.

"Yes, it's a coincidence. Anyway, the Tang Dynasty failed our brothers first. We... only beat Zhou Yiti and Niu Shizhuo, no, we did not fight against the Tang Dynasty!" Zhazi's words became intermittent, and even if it was a good wind, we could no longer let everyone hear it clearly.

"The Young Prison should ride his sassy purple horse!" Wang Zhihuan nodded at Zhang Qian's back, then sighed in a low voice.

Salu Zi is a carefully cultivated good horse. She is not inferior to the rouge red under the crotch of Zhuang's crotch, and her fur is even more glossy. If Zhang Qian rode on the horse and talked with Zhuang's son, he would definitely be condescending. With Zhang Qian's sharp words, the other party might lose seven points before he could fight!

"I learned riding a horse last year. If the two sides can't reach an agreement, they will definitely suffer a loss!" Someone explained quietly behind Wang Zhihuan, revealing some regrets inside and outside.

Wang Zhihuan suddenly realized, then smiled bitterly and his face filled with his face. The thunder rider lived in the Western Regions through water and grass, migrating at least twice a year. Both men and women started learning horse riding at least eight years old, so they all had superb riding skills. Zhang Qian had been learning riding skills for less than a year, so there was no problem with riding horses. Once he fought with the other party, his skills would definitely be greatly affected.

"Then the zombie didn't have the sincerity to talk to the young supervisor. He was delaying the time so that his minions had the opportunity to surround us!" Another low voice sounded in the convoy, which made Wang Zhihuan frightened.

He quickly turned his head and looked around. He found that just when Zhang Qian and Zhezi were fighting in words, the three-way Tukhashi Warriors had formed a complete triangle. The car array of everyone was surrounded tightly in the center of the triangle, and they were in a dilemma.

"Don't talk nonsense, prepare for battle!" Another voice sounded, instantly suppressing all the whispers. It was the personal captain Guo Jing, who and Ren Qi, who had been ordered to lead the servants to protect Zhang Qian since last winter. They are the most trusted by Zhang Qian and the most confident in Zhang Qian.

Wang Zhihuan's face turned slightly red, he put away his random thoughts, and turned his eyes forward again. He saw that the shaking arm was waving anxiously, like an angry mantis. Zhang Qian was still the same, with his hands hanging by his side, calm and composed.

Suddenly, the chau pulled out the knife from his waist, pointing down at Zhang Qian's nose bridge, his voice was thick and anxious, just like a wild dog roaring, "If you are surnamed Zhang, don't toast and not eat and drink. Now follow me honestly, these brothers under your command, the chau Master will not be hurt. If you push and stop, come and see..."

The scimitar was raised high above his head, and in an instant, all the soldiers of the thunder cavalry raised their weapons at the same time, and the roar sounded throughout the field, "Ao, Ao, Ao..."

The thunder cavalryman was in place and his physical strength was restored! Wang Zhihuan immediately realized that the decisive battle was coming, and his heart instantly rose to his throat.

There were only more than 250 personal soldiers in the chariot formation, but the opponent had 15 100 teams. The personal soldiers lacked combat experience, while the opponent was the elite among the samurai warriors. The personal soldiers had few arrows and gunpowder in their hands, but the opponent was prepared and had a strong morale...

Amid a harsh roar, Zhang Qian's right arm suddenly raised high. He still had no weapons in his hand, and the sound was completely swallowed up in the roar.

Zhe was startled and cautiously grabbed the reins of the war horse. The twenty followers beside him bowed their backs at the same time, as if the jackals were about to prey on prey. However, when Zhe and his followers saw Zhang Qian's empty palms, they immediately burst into laughter again, as if the hunting had ended, and were laughing at a dying yellow sheep.

While laughing, they slowly instigated the mounts to capture Zhang Qian alive. The two sides were thirty steps away, and Zhang Qian was a hundred steps away from the car wall. They had enough time to capture the latter alive before Zhang escaped back to the protection area of ​​the feather arrow.

"Use Zhao, come back soon!" Wang Zhihuan couldn't help but remind him loudly, but his voice could not reach Zhang Qian's ears because of the wind.

He wanted to rush out to respond, but his body was blocked by the Mo Dao hand in front of him and could not move forward at all. He watched helplessly as the horse that was blocking his lord began to accelerate, and then he saw Zhang Qian swing his arm with force.

With only seven or eight fingers in front of him, he felt as if a hundred years had passed. His breathing had already stopped and his eyes almost frozen. Behind him, there were two mechanisms that triggered the sound, which clearly entered his ears.

Time became slower and slower, and in his vision, Zhang Qian still did not escape, but instead placed the copper stick in his left hand across his body. Luo Huaizu and Wang Han raised their swords with one hand and the other, forming a solid triangle with him back to back.

The chasing master was still accelerating, only fifteen or sixteen steps left to Zhang Qian. Two hundred steps behind him, all the thunder cavalrymen began to activate, and the yellow dust splashed from the horse's hooves scattered up like thick smoke.

Two balls of black smoke suddenly fell from mid-air, and fell to the position where the master had stayed before. "Fire Meteor!" A legendary name flashed through Wang Zhihuan's mind quickly. His body shook, his hands and feet became weak at the same time, but his eyes did not blink!

In the twelfth month of last year, the students were rumored that Zhang Qian summoned the fire meteor and smashed the monks' altar. He was a Confucian scholar and did not believe in the strange powers and gods. After that, he did not find Zhang Qian to dig the ground. However, today, at this moment, he saw it with his own eyes. Zhang Qian waved his hand and the fire meteor fell from the sky again.

"Boom!" "Boom!" Fire meteor exploded, and under the scorching sun in the Western Regions, two dazzling peonies bloomed.

The guards beside the servant fell off the horse's back one after another, not knowing life or death. The Rouge horse under the servant's crotch was also frightened and jumped backwards, and he refused to accept his control.

"Swoosh, swosh, swosh..." Qing Zhang's crossbow began to fire, and the crossbow arrows pressed against the horse's back, shooting the remaining confidants beside the servants into hedgehogs one by one.

When the sound of crossbow arrows breaking through the air just stopped, Luo Huaizu suddenly dropped the horizontal knife and shield and soared into the air. He kicked the cover of the horse, who was still fighting against the rouge horse, and then took the man's collar and turned around and ran wildly.

Zhang Qian and Wang Han protected Luo Huaizu and retreated quickly. More fire meteors continued to fall from the sky, and gorgeous peonies burst out from the rushing Turkic cavalry team.

The horses and war horses in the chariot formation were frightened and tried to escape in a silence. However, they were tied to the shaft of the chariot and could not escape at all. The mounts of the Turks were not controlled at all, either raised their front hooves high, shouted and niggled, or turned their heads and collided.

The Turkic warriors rushing from the front were completely collapsed after only two rounds of "Fire Meteors". Most of the warriors were not injured by "Fire Meteors", but were lifted to the ground by their mounts, or their companions hit the horses. The frightened war horse ignored the owner's screams at all, opened its four hooves and stepped on them, breaking their bones and breaking them.

The Tuqishi Samurai, who attacked the chariot from the side and back, was much better luck than the front accomplices. Because the number of catapults in the chariot was limited, there were not many "fire meteors" on both sides and behind the chariot. Therefore, although the Tuqishi team, located on both sides and behind the chariot, disbanded because of the frightened horses, did not many samurai fell off. In addition, there were three 100-man teams who braved the crossbow arrows and insisted on killing within ten steps of the car wall.

However, their good luck ended here. In the car wall, the ready-to-be soldiers skillfully pressed the crossbar and sprayed the "gunpowder" in the wheelbarrow on their heads. Added sulfur, vegetable oil, flour and other alcohol, turned into fire rain in the air, igniting the fastest-rushing samurai warrior Shi and his mount. The warriors following behind either continued to rush towards the fire of death because they were not able to collect their momentum, or fled in the panic by the frightened mount!

The chariot formation opened in front, Ren Qi and Mo Daomen connected Zhang Qian, Luo Huaizu and Wang Han into the formation. There were not many enemy troops riding horses left around. The Tuks, who fell from the horse's back but were not trampled to death, stood blankly beside the corpses of their companions, and were in a daze.

Tuqi Shiren believed in shamanism, and among the legends he heard from childhood to adulthood, there were too many ghosts and gods. The legendary ghosts and gods rarely left fire shooting stars from mid-air, blowing people and horses together!

That kind of force that does not belong to humans hit them, which means that God has punished them. Faced with God's anger, the more they resist, the more miserable they will die, so it is better to bear it obediently.

There were also many personal soldiers in the car formation. When they were resting every day, they had witnessed Ren Wu, Ren Liu and others using catapults to practice firing iron projectiles as big as fists. While they were sleeping, they vaguely heard thunder sounds in the nearby valley. However, they never expected that Ren Wu and Ren Liu, with more than 50 brothers, were practicing the killing moves of meteors from the sky!

"Chasing, the enemy has collapsed!" Wang Zhihuan reacted much faster than his personal soldiers. When the pressure of death disappeared, he quickly looked at the catapult and immediately understood where the fire meteor came from. Then, without saying a word, he snatched an iron projectile with a twist and grabbed it in his left hand, waved his horizontal knife with his right hand, and rushed out of the car wall with great strides.

Guo Jing and Ren Jiu, who were protecting Zhang Qian's retreat as planned, were both startled by Wang Zhihuan's actions. Then, the two took the lead and stopped and looked at Zhang Qian and laughed.

In order to prevent accidents, Zhang Qian formulated a complete combat plan before leaving Chang'an City. Using Fire Meteor to scare the enemy's war horses was originally just one of the most advanced moves in the combat plan. However, no one expected that Fire Meteor did not blow up a few enemies, and the thunder cavalry and horses were actually frightened and collapsed.

Since the thunder cavalry and horses have collapsed, of course there is no need for everyone to continue to implement the original combat plan step by step. It is serious to chase the dead and chase the north and expand the results! Therefore, after laughing, Zhang Qian gave the order, and the entire Modao team launched a counterattack!

Wang Zhihuan was wearing only an iron vest, so he threw the Modao team far behind him. A silly chasing warrior Shi, who was standing in front of his companion's body, heard his footsteps and shouted and raised his weapon. He rushed over with a quick step, swept the sword across, and swept the man half short in a clean and neat way.

Another thunder cavalry, Warrior Shi, turned around and escaped, and was chased from behind by him and chopped to the ground with a knife. Not far away, a scathed mount was screaming loudly. Wang Zhihuan quickly approached, turned over and jumped onto the horse's back. He put the iron lump into the iron vest, shook the reins with his left hand, swung the knife with his right hand, and rushed straight to an enemy army.

The enemy kneeled down and surrendered along the way. He was too lazy to chop and continued to chase further away. There was no enemy riding a horse and was willing to stop and fight him, even if he was caught up, he cut off his mount from behind. He was treated as a treasure and did not find any opportunity to show his power. Instead, he had to adjust his position with his left hand pulling the reins of the war horse from time to time, so as not to lose the object because of the bumpy horse's back and unable to explain to Zhang Qian after returning.

At this moment, there is no effect, but it has become a burden, including Yaoxing Armor and Modao.

The Yaoxing Armor can ignore any feather arrows that are twenty steps away, and the Modao cannot be regarded as sharp. However, after the counterattack, the Modao players were all laughing and crying.

There were at least three or four hundred thunder cavalry warriors around the formation, but the Modao team could not find a decent opponent.

The Tuksshi warriors who were lucky enough not to fall off their mounts all fled faster than rabbits. The Tuksshi warriors who fell off their horses but were lucky enough not to be trampled to death by war horses refused to fight. They either turned around and ran away, or knelt on their knees and closed their eyes tightly!

The escaped team could not catch up with the Modao team. They knelt on the ground and closed their eyes to wait for the dead. The Modao team disdained to kill. As a result, everyone rushed hundreds of steps on the battlefield, but they didn't even kill twenty enemies. They were so tired that they were sweating all over, shaking their heads and breathing heavily.

"Save all the surrenders to the weapons and then escort them to collect war horses." Zhang Qian was not interested in slashing the enemies who took the initiative to put down their weapons. He left a sentence and turned around and returned to the car wall again.

The Zhezi came too coincidental, neither too late nor too late, and just got stuck on the way from Khotan to Shule City. And the time he arrived and left Khotan was a handful of people who knew about it except the brothers around him.

"You are back just in time. Hurry up and pass by the lookout car to take a look! That boy, that boy seems to be frightened!" Luo Huaizu came forward with a gloating face. Compared to the days before Zhang Qian left Chang'an, the "yin energy" on this person's face was significantly reduced, and occasionally there was a bit of human warmth in his eyes.

"I'm scared, you're not pretending?" Zhang Qian didn't need to ask, but he knew who Luo Huaizu was talking about. He quickly came to the lookout car located in the center of the vehicle array.

Wang Han pressed the hilt of the knife with his forehand, looking at the shaking servant kneeling on the ground with suspicion. When he noticed Zhang Qian's arrival, he immediately smiled and shook his head, "This guy seems to be really scared to beg for mercy no matter what he asked him."

As soon as he finished speaking, the chasing master raised his head and looked at Zhang Qian with his eyes curled up, "Good luck, Grandpa God, please spare me. Don't chop me, don't chop me, I changed, I really changed! I will never wet the bed again, I will never wet the bed again, I will change, I will change now! Grandpa God, please spare me, don't chop me with lightning, I really changed!"

"Since I'm scared, it's useless to keep it. Let's give him some fun!" Zhang Qianxiang took a few steps back, his face full of disgust.

"Okay!" Wang Han sighed, bent down, picked up the collar that covered his servant with one hand, and then left.

Having just dragged five or six steps away, the chaser suddenly stretched out his hands and hugged a shaft of a car, "Give up your life, Young Master Zhang, spare your life! I'm not stupid, I'm not stupid! I swear to the sky! Bless your life, spare your life--"
Chapter completed!