Last time, I said that because of her handsome appearance and literacy, Lu Yaer became a military advisor under the account of a major general by chance.

The huge army, which had been stretching for miles, was slowly and struggling to the north. The vast majority of this army was dressed in the clothing of the common people, and under the drive of the surrounding barbarians, they pushed carts of cattle and sheep, and carried countless looted goods. In order to be able to carry more supplies, the barbarians even forced everyone to carry a part of the supplies with them, and women and the elderly were no exception. Almost every once in a while, some of the weaker people could not bear the long journey and fell to the ground.

Just as the Tartar was angry at the slow pace of his march and angry at the stragglers, a feathered arrow whistled across the sky, shooting one of the Tartar's horses to the ground, and throwing the man on horseback far ahead, a bone that he must have broken from clutching his thighs and screaming in pain.

"Take your men and see it," the leader of the team commanded decisively, "don't let those guys slip away this time!" ”

"Yes!"

After today's march, this unit has been repeatedly harassed by some light cavalry. Although there were only a dozen casualties, the speed of the march was greatly delayed, and it was very likely that it would not be able to reach the assembly area within the scheduled time.

Personally leading ten scouts to hang the Tartars behind him unhurriedly, Wang Lewei had a hunch that this ambush would definitely succeed. Although more than a dozen Tartars were killed in the first few distant arrow attacks, the small force that came to pursue always returned to the large force after chasing a few miles. So much so that it was impossible to lure them to the preset position and encircle and annihilate them.

Speeding past a small forest, Wang Lewei knew that the operation had been successful, because out of the corner of his eye, he saw the team ambushed in the grove rushing out according to the preconceived plan. Another ambush team then rushed out of a dry river on the other side.

Tartar cavalry charges generally rely on two stunts, one is to shoot with a horned bow, and the other is to dismount and fight on foot. So the Tartar cavalry was not really cavalry, but infantry on horseback. But it was these barbarians who were not very good at cavalry tactics who often crushed the imperial army in the field battle, so that the imperial court army did not dare to lightly confront the Tartars in the field battle, and often collapsed at the touch of a button, and suffered countless losses in each battle.

Firmly tied Xiao Mingyue behind her, Lu Ya'er rode a tall horse and bore the brunt. An arrow knocked down the leader of the pursuing Tartar forces. Although also holding a horned bow. But under the infusion of internal forces, the bow and arrows of the string were as fast as bullets, and even if the Tartar leader was wearing three layers of cotton armor, he was still not immune.

integer several times with their own enemies under siege. In the event of an unexpected death of the chieftain. The Tartars have lost their old inevitability. Hurriedly urging the horses, which had lost their speed advantage, to break through in all directions, trying to escape back and join the large army.

Within a stone's throw of the Tartar Gate, driving the horses around the Tartars, Lu Ya'er unhurriedly put the arrows. Almost every arrow can take the life of a Tartar's dog. It was difficult for any Tartar who fought bravely and moved quickly to escape the lock of Lu Ya'er's bow and arrow, so that in the end, these barbarians, who were like lost dogs, completely lost the courage to fight, and only cared about running around with no head and no brain, trying to get as far away from the archer as possible. You must know that almost all the big and small bosses have become the souls of the swordsman's arrows.

In the eyes of the Tartars, that sharpshooter is so strange that he specializes in shooting at the weak points of your defenses, and several leaders have been shot in the eye by his bow and arrows and have died of pain. What a vicious guy.

Fighting to the end, the only surviving three Tartars were on the verge of collapse. At the beginning, the barbarians also relied on their own ferocity and the thick cotton armor on their bodies to inflict certain damage on each other. But ever since the sharpshooter joined the battle, whoever stood up to organize the personnel to direct the battle would be shot mercilessly at the first time, so that the Tartars were left uncommanded for most of the battle. Therefore, the opponent, who was outnumbered and orderly, had an absolute advantage, eating away at the lives of the Tartars little by little, until there were only three barbarians left like the walking dead.

Seeing his soldiers happily harvesting the heads of the Tartars, Wang Lewei, who had recovered from extreme excitement, suddenly felt extremely sick to her stomach, and couldn't help jumping off her horse and hiding in the grove with the support of the guards. Although there was a suspicion of covering his ears and stealing the bell, the soldiers did not dare to make fun of themselves as a general who led the troops.

Spitting, spitting, Wang Lewei was vomiting while constantly replaying in her mind the heroic posture of the army division as a sister riding on a tall horse and shooting the enemy one by one. Although his body is so thin and thin compared to the horses under his crotch, although the speed of the arrow is not as fast as his own, and he is not charged forward with a three-eyed gun like himself, but how can he look at it so majestic?

Just thinking while spitting, Wang Lewei realized that now is not the time to celebrate, and must immediately clean up the battlefield and move in immediately, otherwise it is not a joke to be targeted by the follow-up Tartars.

When Wang Lewei returned to his team with the support of the guards with vain steps, he found that all the soldiers were under the command of Lu Zhi, cleaning the battlefield in an orderly manner, treating the wounded, and sorting out the spoils. And these works are expected to be completed in a quarter of an hour.

How can these unruly guys be so obedient? They're all their own soldiers! Usually when they met the main generals under their father, these guys dared to contradict them, but now they were obedient like little sheep in front of a young scholar who was two years younger than him. Even if you command it yourself, I'm afraid you won't be able to do it in such an orderly manner, right?

Sending some soldiers to send the booty, the wounded and the three prisoners back to the camp, Wang Lewei led the team to continue to follow the large army of Tartars, and once he found the right moment, he would take a bite fiercely.

After several days of continuous fighting, although Wang Lewei's troops were reduced, the total number of troops was increasing, because every day this team was always able to rescue a part of the people who were being held hostage and a considerable amount of baggage. So much so that in the end, the comparison of strength between the enemy and us was close to one-to-one.

After several days of continuous fighting, the Tartar leader also realized the difficulty of the other party. The presence of a sharpshooter in the opposing team gradually spread among the Tartars, so much so that from the very beginning, his subordinates eagerly asked to participate in the battle, and gradually turned into various excuses. In the end, the Tartars heard the sound of arrows from top to bottom, and they all changed color and almost tried to flee.

In the end, under great psychological pressure, the Tartar team gave up the robbed baggage, and fled with only a part of the soft gray with them.

"What do you say? You say Vayle took his troops to chase the Tartars? Ignoring the head of the tartar that he carried with him at night, Wang Pu asked excitedly, so that the beautiful hair under his chin trembled.

Although Wang Pu, as his father, did not notice the human head that Ye Bu carried with him, the officers and soldiers under the tent were not all blind, and many people recognized at a glance that the human heads were definitely real Tartars, not killing good people and taking risks.

Since the Tartars were detained this time, the officers and soldiers of the imperial court can be said to be defeated in every battle, and all the military horses have hardly handed in a real Tartar head except for Shuangliang's meritorious work. For the purpose of maintaining the morale of the soldiers, the imperial court was forced to turn a blind eye, ignoring the merits of the officers and soldiers, and only subtracting eighty percent of the records of fake Tartar heads from the records of military exploits. Now the second son of the military gate is brave and good at fighting, and he sent back three real Tartar heads at once, how not to excite the officers and soldiers under the tent.

"How was the second son's battle damage in pursuit of the Tartars this time? Captured geometry? One of the lieutenants pulled the other aside and asked quietly. The officers and men who came to watch could hear that the adjutant general's question focused on the second sentence. But if there is no previous sentence, it seems that this lieutenant is too bad at being a man.

"Back to General Zhao, in the early hours of yesterday morning, the second prince led more than 500 people under his command to pursue the raiding troops of the Tartars, and encountered a thousand-strong brigade. Because the Tartars were carrying dozens of truckloads of supplies, they moved very slowly. The second prince personally led more than ten horsemen to repeatedly harass the Tartars during the march, which made the Tartars angry and angry, and sent more than 100 people to capture the second son. The second son fought and retreated, luring more than 100 Tartars to the preset battlefield, gathering and annihilating them. The booty was more than ninety Tartar heads, more than a hundred horses, and countless swords and armor..."

At this point, the onlookers turned red and their fingers trembled because of all kinds of excitement, and they could barely stand. That's more than 90 real Tartar heads! What a good feat! This is the victory that the emperor and his old man have been waiting for for a long time! If this military exploits are confirmed, the promotion of his own master will definitely be just around the corner, isn't it true that who here is not rising?

At this time, the chief soldier Wang Pu also reflected, and joined the onlookers with the previous Ye Bu Hui regardless of the image, and ordered the soldiers to bring wine, so that the two Ye Bu Hui could drink to quench their thirst, and at the same time carefully described yesterday's battle as if talking about cross talk.

When the onlookers heard that a small army was transporting the spoils of war back day and night, everyone could not sit still and asked to lead their men and horses to meet them in case of accidents. That's more than 90 real Tartar heads! If you are cut off by others, you must not cry to death.

In the palace, a thin middle-aged man in a yellow robe was frowning and reviewing the texts on several cases. Suddenly, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps outside the main hall, and a shrill voice was heard shouting something at a high pitch, and the voice was as terrible as a wild cat calling for spring.

As the voice grew clearer from far to near, the middle-aged man finally made out what the shrill voice was telling.

"Emperor, great joy! Emperor, great victory..."(To be continued.) )