Volume 6 Suddenly Chapter 31 The Way to Talk to the World (Part 2)
A grassland is 70 miles southwest of Weicheng. Compared with Xiang Wanyuan, it is obviously lower in the south. The aquatic plants are not fertile, but the Tang army is willing to pay a huge price to camp here in the wind and snow, maintaining the attack at any time.
situation.
Why? Because the Tang army is almost out of war horses, they must snatch back the pasture before next spring, which is their last hope.
On the other side of the wind and snow, there were fires everywhere in the Tang camp, and thick mattresses covered the backs of war horses. The Tang army looked at these remaining war horses more important than their own lives, which only made Ada feel more
He will never sympathize with the weak with contempt.
Just like he wouldn't sympathize with the former defeated man.
Is the Tang army without war horses still the Tang army that once rampant with iron cavalry? Is the killed man still the once powerful general?
Hua Ying was drinking in Tangying, beating the shirtless middle-aged man, covered with beads of sweat the size of soybeans, and his pale face was filled with pain.
In summer, he was defeated by the young barbarian on the battlefield, and his injuries never healed. He had to drink alcohol even if he violated military orders because only alcohol - only the rich alcohol in Jiujiang Double Steam can suppress him.
The injury allowed him to sober and continue to command the more than 2,000 cavalrymen in a clear and powerful manner.
In the last war, the Tang Dynasty signed a peace agreement with the Xiling Temple. The heaviest price paid was to ced Xiang Wanyuan to the Golden Treasure Royal Court. For this reason, His Highness Li Yu issued a document to the Tang Dynasty subjects, and Prince Li Peiyan was even more in charge.
die.
Losing Xiang Wanyuan, the Tang Kingdom lost the main source of war horses. In the following years, small-scale battles on the border never stopped.
Shanyu's methods were extremely vicious and fierce. He wanted to consume the Tang army's war horses. For this reason, he did not hesitate to make his cavalry pay twice or even three times the price, because
Wang Ting’s war horses can be supplemented, but where can the Tang army’s war horses be supplemented?
The number of war horses in Zhenbei Army has decreased dramatically with the passage of time and the unstoppable battles, and has now entered a desperate situation.
As a famous general of the Tang army, Hua Ying had extremely strong martial arts cultivation. In the Zhenbei Army, both qualifications and abilities were only under General Xu Chi. At that time, his iron cavalry had exceeded 10,000, and there were three terrifying heavy cavalry.
Thousands, but now...
Two thousand four hundred and thirty-two men and two thousand four hundred and thirty-two war horses were two thousand four hundred and thirty-two cavalry, all of his cavalry.
It can also be said to be the last cavalry of Zhenbei Army.
Hua Ying accepted the military order and brought all the cavalry here. He confronted the Jinguan Cavalry from summer to this time, which was equivalent to smashing all hope in, because the Tang army needed that grassland and they wanted to find hope.
Naturally, it was impossible for the Tang State to be left with these war horses, but it was meaningless to transfer horses from the south because the number was not enough to change the current situation. What made the Zhenbei Army even more uneasy and even angry was that the court seemed to have no such idea at all.
Hua Ying looked at the wine bowl, as if there was a faint fire burning in her eyes. It was the academy who decided to ced Xiang Wanyuan to the Golden Treasure Royal Court, and Ning Que promised that he would be responsible for solving the problem of war horses. However, several years have passed.
·Tang army bleed and sacrificed on this grassland. He and his soldiers were tortured like evil spirits. Where is the horse?
"If you are lying to us, then even if I die in the snow, I will return to Chang'an City to ask you for a clear understanding."
He picked up the wine bowl and looked somewhere in the south and said to Ning Que.
At this moment, a warning message came from outside the camp, and a fierce shout came. In the wind and snow, the sound was clearly ruthless and swept into the fields.
Hua Ying withdrew her gaze and looked at the face in the wine bowl. The face that was a little haggard and no longer the same as Yingrui's back then, and suddenly smiled.
Under the service of his personal soldiers, he carefully put on his armor and walked out of the tent.
Walking out of the tent and still in the camp, he walked out of the camp again, and the snowflakes fell on the armor and did not melt, and soon filled the gap.
Tang Jun stood outside their respective tents and looked at his chief general silently.
When he came outside the camp, looking at the barbarian boy in the distance through the wind and snow, Hua Ying said slightly: "The general will definitely criticize me."
Of course he remembered who the barbarian boy was. In summer, he was on this pasture. He was defeated by this inconspicuous boy and his injuries have continued to this day.
No one knows when such a strong man appeared in the Golden Tent Royal Court. If he was defeated by the notorious General Leb, Hua Ying would probably be able to figure it out, but he couldn't figure out where the boy came from.
Why is it so strong?
It was not until the rumors gradually spread on the grassland that people knew that this young slave named Ada was like the Hengmu Liren in the Xiling Temple. They were gifts left by Haotian to this world, and were powerful people given by heaven.
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Now, Hengmu Liren has an unimaginable status in the hearts of the believers of Haotian. If Ada had not lived in the wasteland, his reputation would not have been slightly weak.
After knowing the truth, Hua Ying realized that he lost without any wickedness - Haotian really abandoned the Tang Kingdom, just like he abandoned the deserter a thousand years ago - he would not feel timid because of this, but his mood was still affected.
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He looked into the depths of the wind and snow in the distance, and in the horizon where he could not see, there were majestic mountains that divided the entire continent into two parts, where was Minshan Mountain and Tianqi Mountain.
"Abandoned by Haotian...is terrible?"
Hua Ying smiled slightly, and Zhong went to the air and took the Park knife handed over by his personal soldiers. The cool touch from his palm refreshed his spirit.
The barbarian boy was very strong and terrible. He knew that he was not an opponent. If he went to fight, or there was only one way to die, he would have no reason to fight.
When the two armies confront each other, there is no reason for the main general to fight one-on-one. On the battlefield, there is never a belief in the saying that the brave will win. If he avoids the battle, no one can say anything.
But on the way out of the camp, he saw the expressions and eyes of the soldiers, the endless fatigue and the most terrible fatigue. He saw the old horses wrapped in blankets, like patients, and he knew the morale of the Zhenbei Army.
It has been down to a point where it is difficult to add up.
If he goes to fight, even if he is defeated and died, it will be beneficial...... The sad soldiers may not necessarily win, but I think they can hold on for more time until the moment when the situation of the war changes.
So he held Park's knife and walked towards Fengxue's other end.
"I will take your head and bury my tribe for my life."
Ada looked at Huaying and said expressionlessly: "And one day, I will take the warriors of the royal court to kill you Chang'an City and kill that person."
Huaying slapped the snow thread on the armor and said, "You may be able to kill me, but I am not going to let you go back alive. You can't see Chang'an City."
When he said this, the second baboonist of the Zhenbei Army looked very calm. He had no confidence to defeat the gifts left by Haotian to the world, but he had the confidence to exchange his life.
When a person is not afraid of death, he will naturally not be afraid of destiny.
The fingers held on the hilt of the knife slowly closed in sequence, like cast iron, and snowflakes fell on it, with no sign of melting, because his hands were so cold.
From his body, to the slender hilt, to the heavy dark blade body, an extremely cold breath was slowly released, and then suddenly increased.
The snowflakes dancing in the air were disturbed by this breath and shot towards the surroundings, making a hissing sound of breaking through the air, like a sharp arrow.
Ada pulled out the scimitar on his waist expressionlessly. This knife was given to him by Shanyu. It was extremely sharp and as bright as his eyes at this time.
Just like before every important battle, the boy began to pray silently, asking for the immortal god to give him strength and help him defeat all enemies.
The snowflakes scattered in the air seemed to hear his prayer, slowing down timidly, and drifted with depressed power. The remaining snow on the field gradually melted, revealing the remaining grass below.
The snow fades away, but it is not full of vitality, but it gives people a very gloomy feeling.
Ada looked at Hua Ying opposite him, as bright as a gem and as a blade, showing a look of contempt and compassion in his eyes, and then took a step forward.
He only took one step forward and stopped.
He felt something was wrong.
He looked up at the snowy sky, and suddenly he felt endless sadness in his chest. His blue lips slightly twitched, like a moan: "Oh my god of immortality......"
When the tribe failed, he was still young and did not know how to be sad. Later, when he was making cattle and horses for the noble Wang Ting, he didn't have time to be sad. When he picked up dry feces, he had no strength to be sad. Then he became an incomparable young man.
So far away from sadness.
But at this moment, the sad feeling was so strong that it instantly occupied his body and mind, and he seemed to see his death the next moment.
Why is this happening?
He no longer looked at the sky, looked somewhere far away in the south, and felt that someone was looking at him.
Although he could not hear any sounds, he had a strong feeling that the person was talking to him and would die as long as he took a step forward.
Ada's dark face was still childish and full of reluctance and anger. If that person could really shoot himself to death thousands of miles apart, why didn't he do this in Xiatian?
What made him most angry was that he felt the other party’s unconcealed arrogance, and before this arrogance, Changshengtian remained silent!
And he began to fear!
A neighing sound came from the wind and snow. I don’t know which side of the war horse was full of pride.
Ada looked at Tangying and held the scimitar, wondering if he would take that step.
Thousands of miles south.
Snow falls on the city wall. Ning Que stands at the top of the city, leaning against the entire Chang'an, looking at the distant direction of the wasteland, looking at the battlefield that cannot be seen.
The dark and heavy iron bow was placed on the brick in front of him, and the eye pestle of the Sword Formation Array was tightly held in his hand, and his sense of consciousness dissipated to the fields.
Zhenbei Army killed all prisoners of war in the Jinzhang Royal Court. This was his order. He knew that this would put a lot of pressure on the Zhenbei Army, but he didn't care, because the way he talked to the world was except in the autumn rain.
The fallen head and the iron arrow behind him.
What is puzzling is that even with the help of Chang'an City, no matter how far he can see, it is not enough to see the whole world. The wasteland thousands of miles away is just a dark and vague picture in his sea of consciousness. As long as the King of Golden Tent
If the strong men in the court are not stupid enough to light up themselves, it will be meaningless.
But he still looked at the north, as if he could see the lamps at any time, and then an iron arrow sent the other party into the underworld or the Kingdom of God, or the fire that lighted the lamp was always in the hands of the academy?
(I wish you all a happy weekend. I suddenly feel that labor is really a happy thing.)