Chapter 180: Dead Daoist Friends Don't Die Poor Daoist
Zhang Zhao took a piece of flatbread and smelled it. The flatbread didn't have a rancid smell, but it had a strange smell.
He looked around and fixed his gaze on Ma Yaozi, who was eating barbecue and big cakes, and could still take a sip of water.
Ma Yaozi looked at Zhang Zhao and walked over with some confusion. What happened to Mr. Erlang? Why was he looking at him with such eyes?
"Kite, you are a bitch, if you dare to pick up your feet again and then go get cakes for me, do you believe that I will let you sleep in a den with a wild bear tonight!"
Zhang Zhao's face looked very ugly, and the soldiers around him wanted to laugh when they heard Zhang Zhao's gritted teeth.
This Erlangjun is good at everything. As a nobleman, he is hard-working and hard-working, and his skills are even more admirable by everyone. But he is a bit...well..., particular.
Yes! Just be particular about it,
You can't get food with your tied hands, and you have to cover them with soil after leaving the ceremony. If you have lice on your body, you will scream. You always find a place to wash your face when you get up every day. You are indeed a noble person, and there are so many rules.
Ma Yaozi couldn't help but shiver. Now they sleep in dug earthen nests on the mountain, usually next to the fire, spread with a little hay, which is enough for sleeping.
However, in order to save energy and keep warm, two people usually sleep together.
That savage bear is big enough and likes to snore. Anyone who wants to sleep with him will definitely suffer.
"Erlangjun, a certain Yan Jin is here!"
Just when Ma Yaozi was frowning, Yan Jin arrived, and together with Shanzhuer's team who had just arrived, all the fifty-six Hanshandu soldiers who were still able to move were present.
"Bai Congxin received news that they had burned at least 40% of the inventory in the Persian granary the day before yesterday. They judged that the Persians would soon be unable to hold on and retreat!"
Zhang Zhao called all the officers above the fire chief to his side and conveyed the latest news received.
"I also have news that just came out of the interrogation. A rebel who escaped from the city of Balashagon said that starting from early today, the Persian army began to attack Balashagon. It was the kind of fierce attack that did not count casualties!" Yan Jin frowned
He frowned and told Zhang Zhao the news he got.
"Dog slave! This is trying to get the golden cicada out of its shell! I guess the person responsible for the fierce attack must be the divine warrior in the Persian army!"
Zhang Zhao's face turned cold and he laughed directly. After the granary was burned, he still had to launch a fierce attack regardless of casualties. This was obviously a performance and disguise.
"The Duke is saying that they may have to retreat? That's right! If Captain Bai and Captain Li can burn down the Persian granary with just a few hundred horses, it only proves that the combat effectiveness of this Persian army is really not good.
How about it.
They have now lost almost half of their food supply, and their only option is to retreat while they have enough food."
Wang Tongtong, a reckless man, has also learned to think. Maybe he was almost killed several times, which made him feel that he was not very lucky, and he gradually wanted to change his role as a commander.
"If that's the case, before they retreat, they will definitely send elite soldiers to search for us first, so that we can be safer during the retreat!" Yin Yaozi agreed with Wang Tongtong's opinion.
"Then tell me, if you were them, how would you find us?"
Zhang Zhao looked at Yin Yaozi and asked, among these people, Yin Yaozi, Yan Jin and Fan Quan are the ones with more flexible minds.
"It's a hundred miles from Ashbulai City to Balasagun. Dozens of us went to hide in the mountains. It's impossible to find him!
So I guessed that they will definitely organize a large-scale food transportation recently and deliberately let us intercept and kill them.
If there are many of us going, they will choose to surround us; if there are few people going, they may choose to deliberately let a few lightly wounded people go, and then follow them all the way in order to find the main force."
Yin Yaozi closed his eyes and took himself into the Persians, thought for a moment, and then said.
"Exactly! This is the only way the Persians want to find us."
Zhang Zhao nodded appreciatively. His cousin's military strength was average, but he could indeed be trained into a general.
"My lord, the second general on the right who went out to scout sent out the news from the B team scouts. A large-scale Persian grain transport team set off from the seventh grain storage point ten miles away and headed for Balashagon." They are discussing. , Fanshun came trotting all the way.
Everyone laughed in unison, with expressions of wisdom on their faces. Now that they had guessed what these guys were doing, it became much easier to deal with them.
"Now I order everyone to gather together and rest where they are, and take out all the food we have except the fried soybeans, so that everyone can have a good meal.
Panquan, go and take people to take out all the armor we have stored in our "hometown".
Ma Yaozi, you choose five or six smart ones, we will ambush you nearby, do you know what to do?" Zhang Zhao quickly made a decision.
"I know!" Ma Yaozi had a constipated expression on his face, "The Duke wants us to pretend to intercept and kill them, and then we are chased by others and lead them into a circle of encirclement!"
"What are you doing with such a face? Look around you. They are all idiots with weak minds. Only you, Ma Yaozi, can do this! Go quickly!"
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Ismar led six to seven hundred elites and followed about a mile behind the grain transport team. However, at this moment, the sense of relief he felt when he first received this task was long gone.
Because he didn't know until he arrived that the enemy army in the mountains seemed difficult to deal with. They probably numbered around a hundred people and were extremely powerful.
At the same time, Governor Duraf's close nephew Abu Nasr and some elite warriors who came with him from Bukhara had also been killed.
A major incident occurred in which the governor's nephew and a member of the royal family was killed. The officers guarding the food storage point were paralyzed with fear and had no hope of surviving. They had been eating and drinking these days and were already preparing to die.
Therefore, the work of the food transportation point was also in a mess. If the number of enemy troops in the mountains was not too small, this most critical food storage point would have been breached long ago, which also resulted in Ismael not being able to spare many men and horses at all.
"General, bite them. The warriors of the front army have bitten those nasty rats!"
While I was thinking wildly, the sentry from the front came to report that my own people had captured the enemy troops in the mountains.
"Great!" Ismar punched excitedly. He had six to seven hundred people here, and they were all relatively elite warriors. As long as he bit those enemies, how could he lose to one of seven or eight?
The kite quickly waded across a small stream. The stream was not deep, but there were still many moss-covered boulders in the stream.
It would be easier for him without armor, but with armor on, even if it weighs more than twenty kilograms, it would be very difficult.
Ismar was a little hesitant. There were high mountains and dense forests on the other side of the stream, and he always felt that the fleeing enemies were deliberately luring them, and there might be an ambush on the opposite side.
It would be a bit dangerous if, halfway through wading through the water, a group of people suddenly appeared on the opposite side.
"General, Your Excellency the Governor's nephew has died in the battle. It was you who requested the order to clear out the enemy troops on the grain transportation road. If this cannot be done, the Governor may..."
The soldier behind him reminded Ismail softly, and Ismail's expression suddenly changed.
He now remembered that he had proposed the retreat first.
Now the Governor's nephew is dead. Although it is not his fault, you can imagine how angry Governor Dulav was when he learned the news.
If he still can't eliminate the enemies lurking on the road, I'm afraid he is destined to be the one who takes the blame in the end.
"Crossing the river! There are so many of us, and even a wheel battle will wipe them out!"
Ismail made his decision, and Persian soldiers wearing leather armor and chain mail began to cross the river.
"Let them cross. After three people have passed, we will shoot their rear group across the river together.
Barbarian Bear, Dundup, and Wang Tongtong, you three will lead ten soldiers in triple armor to block those who have crossed the river. Wait until we shoot down the enemy's rear group, and then we can gather and annihilate the remaining people."
Zhang Zhao said, holding his one-stone hard bow in his hand, and walked out of the woods. The rest of the Hanshandu warriors took out their divine arm bows and also carried a bow on their backs.
In the cold weapon age, far more people died from bows and arrows than from hand-to-hand combat.
Although Zhang Zhao's 60 or so men now have to fight more than 600 people on the opposite side, he is not worried at all.
This is not a game, everyone is determined to fight to the end. The Persian army facing this level will definitely collapse with more than 600 casualties and more than 70 or 80 casualties.
Ismail's forehead was covered with sweat. What he feared most happened. When he waded through more than a hundred people, dozens of soldiers with crossbows suddenly appeared on the opposite side.
There were many rocks in the creek and they were slippery. People crossing the river were almost like fixed targets, being shot to the ground piece by piece.
Even those who were preparing to cross the river were shot down a lot. The crossbows on the opposite side were so fast and vicious that even chainmail couldn't protect them. As long as they were shot, they would almost always have their intestines pierced.
"Quick! Quick! Let the front troops charge!" Ismar howled. As a fairly qualified officer, he still knew the key to victory or defeat.
As long as the more than 100 people who have completed crossing the river can quickly overwhelm the more than 10 people on the opposite side who are intercepting them, the battle can still be fought.
However, he immediately despaired. With an earth-shattering roar, a strong man wearing at least three layers of armor and holding a giant ax ran out of the enemy formation.
Like a violent giant bear, the strong man rushed directly into the crowd of people who had just crossed the river, holding a giant ax in his hand and swinging it like a windmill.
The crowd was like termites whose nest had been overturned. With the explosion, they began to flee in all directions with the strong man as the center.
Immediately afterwards, another equally majestic man threw four spears in a row, nailing the four unlucky guys to the ground.
Then he charged forward with two spears in hand, and no one around him could block the second blow.
Wang Tongtong also roared angrily. The Persian soldiers facing him, who were only wearing chainmail, were much weaker than he thought.
When they waded over, they didn't form a formation immediately, and the bows in their hands were mostly limp six or seven bows.
It is said that it is impossible for a big country like the Samanid Kingdom of Persia not to be able to make strong bows, so there is only one possibility.
These Persians can only draw eight or less bows continuously, which shows their fighting ability, that's all.
Thinking of this, Wang Zongwen, who wore three layers of armor, was just like Barbarian Bear and Dunzup. He didn't consider any formation. He rushed in and waved two cooked copper maces, just beating them randomly.
With one blow to the chest, the enemy vomited blood and collapsed.
With a strike of mace, the enemy with the sword is like a watermelon that has been cracked open, with red juice splashing everywhere.
The arrows on the hillside became fiercer and fiercer. The people who were wading in the water with their trousers rolled up were unable to move and were shot in large numbers in the stream. Soon the stream was dyed red.
The more than 100 people who crossed the river were even worse. They were rushed by more than a dozen enemy troops and fled in all directions. Although the brave men and officers among them still wanted to resist, they were all quickly killed.
At this time, more than 100 of the 600-strong Persian army crossed the river. As a result, they were scattered without a stable foothold.
Dozens of people were shot down in groups in the stream. Those who were preparing to cross the river hesitantly lined up in a dense formation and were shot down by more than a dozen people. From the very beginning, the battle situation was completely tilted in an uncontrollable direction.
"Run! Run quickly!" Ismar roared anxiously in a low voice. He pulled the officers and guards around him a few times to signal them to run away.
One of the officers was still hesitant. Although the current situation was miserable, it did not necessarily mean they would lose. After all, they were ten times more powerful than the others.
"Chief Qianhu, we can't retreat. Your Majesty the Governor gave us an order to fight to the death."
"Hmph!" Ismar snorted coldly, "Do you think the Governor can return to Tashkent?
Run quickly, let's gather our troops and go back to wash out the Talas, and then use the gold and silver from the Talas to go to Bukhara for some activities. At worst, we may be dismissed from our posts, but at least we won't have to die in this barren mountain."