Although the flagpole was still being scraped and rattling, at least there was no sand and gravel hitting my face anymore, and I could see things in front of my eyes.
Looking at the side wall that was less than twenty feet away from him, Murong Qinggu felt mixed emotions in his heart, and two lines of thick tears flowed out of the corners of his eyes, and two sand troughs appeared on his face.
Finally, I no longer have to run for my life...
Climb the Great Wall and walk another two hundred miles at most to the Qilian Mountains.
Over the Qilian Mountains, you will find the royal court of Tuyuhun.
God is wise, I finally escaped...
Damn Nanliang...damn Gaoche...damn Fulianchiu...damn Liu Huiwang...
Murong Qinggu was filled with joy and anger, shedding tears while scolding everyone he could think of for hurting him to such an extent.
Well, and that damn white-armored thief... if you have the ability, chase him, chase him?
Mr. Li's son, I swear that I will not be a human being until you are cut into pieces...
After gnashing his teeth for a long time, Murong Qinggu came to his senses and gave an order to his confidants: "Gather all the troops as soon as possible and enter Duncheng to rest for a while. In addition, send a fast horse to the north to meet Father Khan..."
"No!" the confidant responded, then turned to look at Duncheng, and said with some uncertainty, "Just now, I wonder if my subordinates misunderstood and seemed to hear the sound of golden gongs coming from Duncheng? But?
Looking again at this time, the city is empty and the walls are silent..."
"Where can the sound of golden gongs come from in this wasteland?"
Looking at the empty doorway and the broken wall, Murong Qinggu sneered, "Even if you didn't listen, the sound would most likely be caused by the falling rocks on the wall falling to the ground... Don't make a fuss..." The prince has said this, so his close followers naturally dare not say anything more.
He responded respectfully and quickly dispatched his men. Some of them went to various places to deliver orders, collect the troops that were blown away by the wind and sand, and assemble in Duncheng. Some of them rode north to meet Murong Ding, who had led his troops to retreat.
Thinking that tomorrow at most, he would be able to drink fragrant milk tea and eat tender mutton, Murong Qinggu suddenly became excited and shouted loudly: "Follow me into the city..."
If you only listened to the sound, you would have thought he had captured such a huge city...
The more Li Liang looked, the more suspicious he became.
No, look at the appearance of these Huqi, how can they look like they just had a fierce battle?
Among them there are indeed the standard cavalry wearing Zha armor mentioned by the Wuwei Commander, but there are at most two or three cavalry among the ten.
Most of the cavalry were in ragged clothes and looked dispirited. Many of them still had blood on their bodies, which was obviously from injuries they had received not long ago and was still seeping out.
Look at the war horses beside these soldiers. Nine out of ten of them are skinny and bones. They are not even as good as the crossbow horses pulling carts in the Baijia camp. You can tell at a glance that they have been severely beaten.
It would be fine if this was late winter and early spring, but it is already midsummer, when the water and grass are abundant, so this situation should not have happened...
When he got closer, Li Liang's heart skipped a beat when he saw the arrow wounds on the horse's body and the hoofs that were obviously growing longer.
"Hurry and report to Mr. Lang: This group of barbarian cavalry attacked at least a thousand miles away, and was a rout. I didn't know before, but at least yesterday, they must have taken over the battle... But there should be a lot of people, at least there should be
Two thousand ride up..."
The guard responded in a low voice, hunched over his waist, walked as lightly as possible, and ran southward along the flint wall.
Although Gao Wenjun is erudite and well-informed, he has never fought in a battle for a day, so naturally he cannot see so many details. It is even more difficult to figure out why this general can see that this group of bastards are just a few glances away.
The cavalry has already traveled thousands of miles, but they are still defeated as a group, and the engagement time must not exceed one hour?
She was really curious and admired her even more: a person who usually looked like a follower who just served the young general with food and water, running around in front of him and behind his horse, could he be so brilliant?
Not to mention whether his vision was accurate or not, she couldn't help but admire his calmness and lack of fear in front of a powerful enemy.
Gao Wenjun sincerely praised: "The general has a sharp eye!"
Li Liang smiled calmly: "Thank you, madam!"
What kind of insight is this?
If it were Li Rui, he wouldn't even need to open his eyes, he could just take a breath and tell how many percent of these horses are male and how many are mares. How long ago were they fed and how long ago?
Cross the water.
You can even smell whether the horse ate hay or fresh grass before, and whether the beans or millet were added...
With a chuckle in his heart, Li Liang glanced inside the wall.
Duncheng was completely empty. Not to mention the felt tents, not even half of the wooden pegs to set up the tents were left for Hu Qi.
In Lang Jun's words, God is so generous. If the wind had stopped for just a moment, Li Rui would not have been able to evacuate the camp so cleanly.
Next, let’s see if it can go as the husband wishes...
Li Liang waved a flag to the two soldiers on the broken wall opposite, meaning that they would start immediately.
Then, he turned back, looked at Gao Wenjun, who was wearing white armor, and said: "Once we get into battle, I will definitely take care of it. Please take care of yourself, Ms. Gao..."
Do you just want to take care of yourself?
Obviously he was afraid that he would cause trouble, so he warned himself to follow orders carefully...
Gao Wenjun laughed softly and said: "General, don't worry, I know the importance of this!"
Just know!
Li Liang nodded slightly, took another deep breath, and grasped the crossbow in his hand.
It’s about to start...
……
Li Chengzhi looked confused.
This group of Tuyuhun soldiers was actually a defeated army?
Where did it come from?
From here to the north lies the territory of Wei, all the way to Shoujiang City on the border with Rouran, a distance of nearly two thousand miles.
No matter how fast these Hu cavalry were, they could not travel two thousand miles in one day. Therefore, if Li Liang had not made a mistake in his judgment, the only one who took over the battle yesterday was the Wei army.
And nine times out of ten, it was the military towns established in the north: either one of the six towns on the north bank of the Yellow River, or Bogulu Town on the east bank of the Yellow River (today's Lingwu, Ningxia).
Or maybe Gaoping Town...
But Li Chengzhi couldn't figure out how Tuyuhun, which was entrenched south of the Qilian Mountains, was driven back from the north?
Just like in Xinjiang in later generations, a group of Japanese suddenly appeared...
"Could it be that I guessed wrong?" Li Chengzhi pinched his chin and suddenly thought, "This group is not the Tuyuhun soldiers, but the Gaoche soldiers from the north, or the Rouran soldiers further north?" Li Rui was startled: "The six towns rebelled?"
Li Chengzhi's face burned and he glared at Li Rui fiercely.
I did ask a stupid question.
As long as the six towns did not collectively fall or rebel collectively, how could the Hu tribe in the north be allowed to penetrate within two thousand miles south of Wei?
No more thinking about it, who cares where he came from?
Li Chengzhi's face turned cold, and he whispered to Li Rui: "Just leave me ten cavalry, and prepare the rest of the armored cavalry. You can take them all away. But when you hear the thunder, I will charge you hard..." Now that we know that this is a group defeat, not only are the men and horses exhausted, but they are also blown to pieces by the wind, and they are completely out of formation. How can Li Chengzhi not know the principle of adapting to changes?
I dare not say that they will collapse immediately, but it will definitely make this group of Hu Qi break into a cold sweat and make them even more suspicious, guessing whether they were ambushed or encountered a large number of Wei troops.
When he escapes again, Commander Hu Qi, as long as he is not stupid enough, will definitely doubt whether this is a trick to lure the enemy, and 90% of the time he will not dare to pursue him...
Li Rui was shocked: "Only ten riders are left?"
"Is your brain rusty?" Li Chengzhi cursed angrily, "I have a magic weapon in my hand, but what can I do if I don't even keep a single ride?"
Are there any other artifacts?
There are only four landmines, three of them have been buried in Duncheng, and only one is left.
But in a field battle with thousands of riders, how many enemies can be killed even if the only remaining one is used as a grenade?
But Li Rui doesn’t know?
He felt relieved, thinking that this divine object could even blow down a city wall, let alone a body of flesh and blood?
"Remember, go as fast as you can, and never stop fighting!"
Li Chengzhi confessed in a deep voice, "When you turn from west to east, run directly to the broken wall about five miles east of Duncheng. Li Liang and I will wait for you there..."
"I know, Sir, take care!"
Li Rui solemnly clasped his fists, turned around and whispered a few times. Nearly two hundred riders and four hundred horses were prepared, following closely behind him, heading east.
Seeing that there were fewer and fewer personal guards around him, and finally there were only ten left, Li Chengzhi sighed secretly again.
How could he dare to divide his troops when he already had few troops? Naturally, he had to concentrate his troops as much as possible and leave them to Li Rui to give Hu Qi a first blow.
Furthermore, a general is a soldier of courage. If he, the general, does not have the courage to give it a go, how can he give his men the courage to risk everything?
Now, we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins!
Li Chengzhi checked the fire certificate and explained it again to the guards who were responsible for lighting the fire. When he turned around, he discovered that there was an oil bottle next to him.
I don’t know where she got so many tears. From the time he walked off the wall to see Wei Yu until now, Li Chengzhi has never seen her face fucked.
Tears and sand have turned his face into a cat-like mess. Coupled with those unusually large, tearful eyes, Li Chengzhi wants to laugh every time he sees them.
"I...I'm afraid..." She knew that Li Chengzhi was ridiculing her, but Wei Yu couldn't help it, and the tears came faster.
"I know, who wouldn't be afraid?" Li Chengzhi rarely teased her, and stretched out his hand to rub Wei Yu's little head.
The war is imminent, and if you are not careful, you will fall into a desperate situation. It is normal to be afraid.
What's more, Wei Yu is still a half-grown girl.
Someone like Gao Wenjun is an outlier.
Thinking of this, Li Chengzhi suddenly became angry: Even a female prostitute can regard death as life. After all, he has died once, and he is still a person who came back from the dead. How can he not be compared to Gao Wenjun?
Li Chengzhi laughed loudly and said: "Don't worry, I will definitely make you safe and sound..."
Before I could even finish my words, I heard several miserable howls.
Li Chengzhi was shocked and his eyes flashed: "Here we come..."
……
The wind is basically not strong anymore, but perhaps it is a psychological effect. Murong Qinggu always feels that as long as he enters this Duncheng, he will definitely be more comfortable than outside the wall.
He excitedly mounted his horse and rushed towards the door of Suiting.
There are more than a hundred riders, who have already entered Duncheng through the gap several feet long.
There were only three to five feet left. Murong Qinggu urged the horse, thinking that when they entered Suiting, he should kill some of the injured horses so that the soldiers could have a full meal...
Just as I was thinking about it, a soft sound suddenly came from my ears.
"Boom..."
The sound was a bit crisp, with a "buzzing" vibrato, and it was not very loud. But in Murong Qinggu's ears, it was as if a thunder exploded in the plains.
Crossbow...
The body's reaction speed even exceeded the brain's thinking speed. When the words "enemy attack" came to his mind, Murong Qinggu's head had already dropped.
The arrow grazed the tip of his eyebrow and was nailed to the brim of Murong Qinggu's helmet, like a flower pinned to his hat!
I felt a shock in my head, as if someone had hit me head-on with a hammer. Murong Qinggu raised his head and fell down, falling off his horse.
What a pity...
Li Liang sighed secretly.
Looking at the postures of the Hu cavalry surrounding him, he guessed that this must be General Hu, so he took aim at Murong Qinggu early.
But bad luck, just a little bit...
Feeling regretful in his heart, Li Liang quickly threw away the crossbow in his hand, reached out, grabbed the bow and arrow at his feet, and quickly stringed the bow.
"Tie, tie, tie...boom boom boom..."
It was like dozens of small drums were beating at the same time, and the sound of bowstrings sounded one after another above the doorway and on both sides of the broken wall.
Another example is when a spoonful of cold water is poured into the boiling oil, and the pot suddenly explodes under the wall. The sounds of people howling, horses neighing, screams, and cries of pain are intertwined together, and the shouting is heartbreaking.
Every time an enemy knight hits an arrow, a stream of blood will burst out, just like the flowers blooming in the wind in Luojing's Guangfeng Garden (Royal Garden), fresh and gorgeous...
Gao Wenjun's face was pale and bloodless, his body was trembling slightly, and his heart was beating like a drum.
But she moved her hands very fast, and just hearing the sound of "bang, bang, tie, tie", Gao Wenjun shot an arrow as fast as an arrow, with the power of a continuous flow.
And every arrow will never miss. Even if it misses Hu Bing, it will definitely hit the horse.
Li Liang was shocked.
Not only does this woman know how to shoot an arrow, but she is also so good at it?
This shooting skill is beyond even his reach. After trying it out in the whole camp, only Li Feng, Li Rui and a few others can match it. I think Lang Jun is even worse.
Of course, the strength is definitely not as good as that of Lang Jun...
A closer look showed that Gao Wenjun's face was pale and her body was trembling slightly. It was clearly her first time experiencing war. But the strange thing was that not only was she not afraid, she became more and more courageous as she fought. She and the monks and thieves attacked the fortress.
How similar is it to experiencing a war?
Li Liang couldn't say for the time being whether the two were a perfect match. He was just curious. If one day, Gao Wenjun met his wife (Guo Yuzhi), what would happen to the two of them?
Just thinking about it makes my scalp numb...
Li Liang was multitasking, shooting arrows down quickly while silently sympathizing with Li Chengzhi. He only shot seven or eight arrows when he suddenly heard a whistle in his ears: "Boom...beep!"
The voice is extremely long, indescribably melodious, crisp and beautiful.
Li Liang tensed up and shouted: "Withdraw!"
As he spoke, he quickly grabbed the copper whistle from his neck and blew it three times quickly and urgently.
The whistle was so sharp and loud that it even suppressed Hu Qi’s screams and screams.
Murong Qinggu had just gotten up and was trembling as he stared at the arrow driven into his iron helmet. When he heard the whistle, he froze suddenly, and the flesh at the corners of his eyes twitched uncontrollably.
His face was pale and bloodless, and the hairs on his back stood on end, as if he had seen a ghost in the daytime. It frightened him even more than the arrow that almost pierced his head just now.
The white-armored thief...is actually a white-armored thief?
This kind of whistle will never be forgotten for the rest of his life, it has been engraved in his bones...