Chapter 5: The Purple Robe (Part 4)

"Old!" Looking at the pale sun in the sky, Urqi said in a long voice. He is seventy-four years old this year, and he can't see the green Yumen Pass for a few days throughout the year, which is definitely an amazing high life. Therefore, as one of the oldest chieftains in the river valley, he also saw many things in his life that others did not have time to see clearly.

He had seen the rise and expansion of the Turkic Empire under the leadership of Gulu Khan, and how it was declining day by day under the leadership of the Mopohan Khan; He has seen how Viga Khan led the black-clothed wolf riders to show off their might, and also witnessed how the 100,000 ** under the command of Wang Zhonghei destroyed the withering and decaying; He had seen the white-eyed Khan's eyes that couldn't be closed, and he had also seen the blood dripping on the head of the Bone Power Pero Khan's knife. (Note 1)

Year after year, the Tulun moraine under his feet keeps changing owners. Every time the king's flag changes, it leaves behind a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood. As a small clan with a total population of less than 50,000, the Urqi tribe can only follow the crowd among them. Try to stay on the side of the upcoming winner, even if it suddenly changes sides. Do your best not to be on the wrong side to avoid the thunderous wrath of the strong.

Therefore, the slow half beat in case of trouble is the summary of the lifelong experience of Urqibu Aijin Sitai. The person who should not rush to the front, even if huge benefits are at your fingertips in the front. Don't be the one who drags the team back, even if there is a mountain of knives in front of you. This time, the Geshu tribe sent an envoy to invite the five major tribes living near Puchanghai to jointly send troops to fight against a Tang people's baggage team, and he also adopted the same strategy. Accept the gifts and send troops on time, so as not to provoke the anger of the Goshu tribe and secretly instigate the nearby Turkic tribes to retaliate. At the same time, try to walk slower than others, and not be the culprit who caused the collapse of the baggage team, so as not to make the four towns of Anxi settle accounts after the autumn. (Note 2)

"yes, we're all old. In the future, Tulun moraine will be young! "With the same intention of picking up the leftover bones, there is also the Secharo Eri Jin Jie. He also did not want to participate in the robbery and killing of a group of Tang people's baggage team, provoking a large-scale pursuit by the Anxi army. You must know that Feng Changqing is a well-known calf protector. Whoever moves a single hair of his brother under his command, he can't free his hand to take care of it, and as soon as he frees his hand, it must be a landslide.

But at the same time, Secharobu Ejinjielu did not want to annoy Geshuhan. Although Puchanghai was located in the territory of Anxi Town, Hexi Jiedu made it impossible for Ge Shuhan to lead his army across the border to stand up for his tribe. However, at present, the Turkic tribes scattered all over the Western Regions are only looking forward to the Goshu tribe, which annoys Geshuhan, and no one is sure whether they will be bitten hard by a neighboring Turkic tribe under the pretext of fighting for pasture.

The two evils are the same, and the same countermeasures have been taken. All of them led the camel soldiers on the expedition. The three divisions of Su Gu, Chu Mu Kun, and Red Tooth are willing to curry favor with Ge Shuhan, so let them curry favor. The Urqi tribe and the Secharo tribe were willing to follow behind slowly, sharing a mouthful of the scraps. Anyway, the main specialty of the camel is the weight-bearing capacity and endurance, and it is impossible to run faster than the war horse in any case.

The two well-established men joined forces and dragged forward on the horseshoe prints left by the other three tribes. Along the way, they kept discovering the scouts of the Loulan people, and they didn't bother to send people to chase and kill. By this time, the two camel cavalry did not join, and it had no effect on the situation of the battle. The elite of the three tribes of Su Gu, Chu Mu Kun, and Red Tooth add up to more than 800 numbers. Leading more than 800 elite warriors, if even more than 400 Loulan people can't eat, Chu Mukun Tumati and the others should not continue to mix in the Puchanghai area. There is no room for the weak on the Gobi Desert, and other tribes that smell the sickness of their companions will rush over as soon as possible and divide up the pastures, livestock and women belonging to the three failed tribes.

As if aware of this, after watching around the team for a while, the scouts sent by the Loulan people completely disappeared. Secharo shook his head and smiled bitterly, his face full of sympathy for the enemy. However, less than half an hour after laughing, he began to worry about the other three tribes again.

"I said, Brother Downside. The three little guys of Tumati won't really lose! It stands to reason that a messenger should come over and show off! Gently tugging at Piedler, who was in the Urqi Division, the Secharo Division, frowned slightly.

"Not really. Why are you getting older and more timid! He looked back and counted with a smile, "The warriors under their command are more than twice as many as the people of Loulan. ”

"Am I a little worried?" Faced with a friend's questioning, Sehurobe Ai Jin Jie smiled slightly. "There are indeed only more than 400 people in Loulan, but there are more than 100 Tang people. I heard that half a month ago, a group of Turks also attacked the baggage team of the Tang people, but they were completely wiped out! ”

"That must have been copied by the Loulan people at a critical moment." Urqibu shook his head and swore to cheer up his friend. "I have also heard people talk about that battle, when the Turks and the Tang people fought the most fiercely, the Loulan people suddenly killed from behind. We have too many tribes in the Western Regions. Each has its own mind and stabs each other, so it is getting more and more decaying. If you really have to be one-on-one, you won't lose to their Tang people! ”

"That's just as well!" He shrugged his shoulders slightly and smiled wryly. The various ministries of the Western Regions are united, and it sounds good, but how easy is it to do? Since the death of Ashina Gulu, the various ministries of the Western Regions have not been united. was always provoked by the Tang people to kill each other at a very small cost, and then they were broken and conquered by the Tang people.

"I know the temper of those little guys very well, if he is not sure of victory, he will definitely stand still and wait for us to follow before attacking!" Squinting his eyes and thinking for a while, he pouted and added. No one is a fool, and a fool can't be a tribal man. But all the smart people were forced to retreat step by step by the Tang people, who were neither smart nor strong. He led his tribe to retreat from the Qilian Mountains to Tulun Moraine, and then retreated all the way to the west.

"That's right. Even if you can't win, you won't even have a chance to escape! Jie Zhi sighed slightly, and echoed with a smile. Four hundred men beat eight hundred, which is a classic. But if 400 men wiped out twice as many opponents as they did in a single battle, it could only be called a miracle.

But a miracle happened right in front of his eyes.

Before the words fell, more than 30 Mukun warriors wearing black robes all over their bodies had already broken through the interception of the distant barrier and fled towards the brigade on horseback. While fleeing, he shouted hoarsely in Turkic: "Help, help, the people of Loulan are chasing after you!" ”

"Stop them!" Urqi's subordinate Ai Jin fell Sitai immediately took the white camel under his crotch and ordered loudly. "Let them go around to the back of the line, and don't come close!"

"Yes!" The tribe Zhuopanhu agreed, and led more than 20 camel warriors out of the team. While blocking the rout, he shouted the order, "Detour, detour, go around to the back of the group!" Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless! ”

The warrior did not dare to disobey, so he obediently turned his horse's head and walked around the rear of the camel caravan. Seeing this scene, Yu Sitai secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and was just about to order someone to bring the rout to the front and ask about the detailed process of the battle. Suddenly, the alarm sounded in the distance, and more than 100 Mukun warriors wrapped in black cloth were driven by more than 300 Loulan cavalry like ducks, rushing towards the brigade composed of the two warriors of Urqi and Sehuro.

"Stop them, stop them! Whole, form a circle. Archers ready! Shoot the foot. Urqi's Eijin was shocked, and he didn't bother to ask for the opinion of the Cerhuro Sect's Eijinjie, and shouted loudly.

"Formation, formation. Dare to break hard, shoot! Jie's reaction was not slow, and he followed up to issue orders to his own subordinates. The danger of the rout is extremely terrifying, and often before the enemy can get close, their own positions have been disrupted by the rout.

"Woo, woo, woo, woo!" The mournful sound of the horn began one after another. With the sound of horns, the camel cavalry of Urqi and Sevolo quickly adjusted their formation, trying to form a circle formation that was easy to defend and difficult to attack, so as to avoid the rout and attack. At this moment, there was a sudden piercing wail from the rear team. The warriors of the Akikunbu, who had previously bypassed to seek refuge, raised their scimitars and slashed at the camels carrying supplies and fresh water.

The camel cavalry protecting the baggage was caught off guard and was cut down by the samurai of the Mukunbu from the source. The caravan of camels was frightened, spread their hooves, and scurried about. The nascent circle of the warriors of Urqi and Secharo immediately fell apart, and many of the cavalry had to turn around to deal with the camels that rushed towards them. The vicious warriors wielded scimitars and slashed and killed behind the camels.

Thirty people, wreaking havoc under the noses of more than 1,100 people. That's what a madman would do. But at this time, no one can laugh at their madness. Just when the two warriors of Urqi and Sevolo were rushed by their own camels, more than 100 Mukun warriors on the opposite side had already "fled" to within fifty paces. The first 20 or so people suddenly bent down, took a long lance from the victory hook, put the flat end in their hands, and crashed into Urqihuqu and the others who were in charge of interception.

Horse lance! Urqihu Qu Zhuoban, who had experience in fighting with **, screamed. Raise your scimitar and try to dislodge the three-foot lance. This effort was almost in vain, and with the momentum of the war horse, the lance on the opposite side was like an angry python, crashing into his scimitar and hitting his chest, knocking him up and lifting him into the air.

If it is a hardwood horse lance, the bearer of the lance must let go at this moment. Otherwise, the huge counter-impact force will knock the bearer off the horse. But something happened to the dumbness of all the camel cavalry. After hitting the falcon, the python-like lance actually bent into a bow, and in an instant, almost all the recoil force was absorbed by the deformed lance. As the body of the falcon droban was lifted out of the saddle, the lance snapped straight again. Throwing the already angry Falcon Qu Zhuoban far away like a grass roller.

"Kill!" The bearer on horseback shouted angrily, and with a push of his arm, swept the lance from side to side. The impact force stored on the lance continued to be released, "pop", "pop", and pumped into the chests of the other two camel cavalrymen, pulling them directly off the hump, breaking their tendons and fractures.

"Kill!" "Kill!" The remaining two dozen or so lances followed, hitting, picking, plucking, and hitting, and in the blink of an eye, they killed the warriors of your tribe who were responsible for interception.

"Tang people, they are Tang people!" It was only at this moment that Urqibu Estai recovered from his shock and shouted hoarsely.

He understood that he had been fooled. The lance bearers who rushed head-on, and the sinister guys who had rounded the back of the team earlier, were not the rout of the Mu Kun tribe at all, but the Tang people who were like a fake. Only the Tang people can afford to use the expensive composite rod horse lance! Only the Tang people would make the Tumukun tribe fight back in such a short period of time.

But it's too late to make any adjustments. After breaking through the barrier of the Falcon Zhuoban, the Tang people, who were wrapped in black robes, did not stop for a moment, and crashed straight into the two samurai teams of Urqi and Secharo. Twenty-six horse lances, lined up into a sharp knife full of sharp teeth, stained to death, touched to death, long drive, straight in.

The cavalry circle, which had been hit by its own camels, immediately appeared a huge crack in the front. At the front of the crack, the Tang man holding a long lance was like a fierce god. Immediately after them, more than eighty black-robed warriors wielded scimitars, widening and widening the crack into a huge gap, which was drenched in blood.

"Block, block!" Secharo's Eijinjie was as thoughtful as a knife, desperately urging his own samurai to plug the gap. Several young men, who were known for their bravery among the tribes, moved their camels under their crotches to meet them. Left and right clamped the horse's head to the bearer, and the scimitar flashed several terrible cold lights.

"Kill!" The lance bearer who rushed to the front shouted again. The lance slipped through the gap in the light of the sword, stabbing the throat of the nearest tribal warrior. Immediately after, he grasped the lance with his left hand, and flicked the lance with his right hand, and the seemingly cumbersome Zhangba long lance suddenly turned, changed from a thorn to a cut, and drew a cold light flatly, cutting a huge bloody hole in the neck of another camel cavalry who rushed up to flank him.

"Ugh!" The camel cavalry, whose blood vessels had been severed, dropped their scimitars and tried to cover the wounds with their fingers. All efforts were in vain, and as the blood poured out, the strength on his arm grew softer and weaker. In his death, he saw the cold lance turn again, sweep a few feet away, and sweep one of his robes into the air.

"Kill!" Several other lances hit one after another, and several camel soldiers flew to the left and right of the lance bearer who rushed to the front. In just a few breaths, the dozen or so of the bravest young men of the Secharo tribe were all killed, and none of them were spared. And the corners of the opponent's burqa, they didn't have a chance to touch.

This can't be, this can't be. Sehurobu was slightly dumbfounded. There was no need to send any more men to stop it, and none of the cavalry of the Secharian tribe could stand in front of the horses of the spear-bearers. The same was true of the camel soldiers of Urqi, who, at the urging of the tribe of Ejin and Sitai, tried and tried as hard as they could, only to fall off their mounts and die.

A baggage team, where did so many warriors come from?! Jiezhi slightly felt a salty taste in his mouth. In his early years, he used to fight against ** under the banner of the Turks. At that time, although the ** was huge, among tens of thousands of people, there were only more than 1,000 good hands with guns. How could a small baggage team actually pull out nearly thirty lance bearers?

Of course, he didn't know that the twenty or so lance bearers who were killing closer and closer to him were the sons of good families selected by thousands of people near Chang'an City. Last year, tens of thousands of people went to Baima Fort to take the exam, and in the end, only a thousand people were selected by Gao Lishi and Feng Changqing.

These thousands of people, after more than half a year of hard training, are placed in the Datang border army, and they are also first-class good players. What's more, Wang Xun and the twenty-five Flying Dragon Guards behind him have just undergone a tempering of blood and fire.

Tens of thousands of people only take more than a thousand. Out of a hundred, only twenty-five remained. Such a cruel "elimination rate" is, of course, far more than the natural selection of the tribal shepherds in the process of growing up! The warriors of the Western Regions tribes, why is their average physique better than that of ordinary Tang soldiers? It is because the people in the Tang Dynasty live a solid life, and the probability of boys growing up safely is much higher than that of the Western Regions. And the reason why the tribal warriors are tall and big is because under the difficult living conditions, those who are born with a slightly weak body have no chance to grow up at all!

It's just these truths, and I haven't had a chance to think about it again in my life. Just when he was in pain, the Loulan warriors who followed the "rout" of the Mukun Department also killed him. With a scimitar in hand, he rushed through the gap left behind his allies and slashed the two warriors of Urqi and Secharo.

At this moment, the thirty or so people wearing black burqas who rushed to kill behind the circle finally completed their mission after paying the price of more than half of the casualties. With a whistle, the horse was set and gone. As soon as he disengaged from the camel soldiers, the leader immediately stretched out his big hand and tore the black burqa on his body.

"Ahh The young samurai who led the team raised his head and shouted, his voice slightly immature, but full of domineering.

It's a Loulan person. Urqibu Ai Jin fell and Sitai guessed wrong. It was not the Tang people who went around behind their backs and disrupted his temporary deployment at the risk of nine deaths, but the allies of the Tang people, a group of Loulan warriors who looked to be less than twenty years old.

"Ahh The black-robed warriors who had been the first to follow behind the wielding of the lance wielding scimitars to harvest life also raised their heads, spewing out the depression in their hearts through a roar. Nor are they Tang people. Urqi's subordinates fell and Sitai guessed wrong. It's a Mukun warrior who has just taken refuge in the past, and half a day ago he called the camel soldiers of your tribe a brother!

A black robe, wrapped from head to toe, conceals all the differences.

The sinister and vicious ** general, with the help of the black robes of the Mukun people, deceived the two old foxes, Chuan Sitai and Jie Zhiluo. They had the Loulan warriors put on the robes of the Mukun people, disguised as routs, and sought refuge from the Urqi and Secharo tribes. Then, they put on the robes of the Mukun themselves, and pretended to be a rout, and rushed straight to the two main formations of Urqi and Secharo, opening the gap.

Striking back and forth, suddenly difficult. It also makes full use of the characteristics of the tribal samurai who scatter in a hurry when they defeat the battle and move forward when they fight with the wind. What a sinister and vicious strategy, a pair of penetrating eyes. Looking at the long lance that was getting closer and closer not far away, Yu Sitai didn't want to escape, but suddenly wanted to see what the Tang people leading the army looked like. He has fought a lifetime of battles for different camps, and he has suddenly surrendered and rebelled under the banner of different Great Khans, and he died in such an opponent before he grew old, not wronged!

Note 1: Gululu, Mopo, and Vija, the three generations of the Great Khan of the Later Turks. In 742, the Tang general Wang Zhonghei destroyed the Later Turks. In 744, the Baimei Khan, who was leading the remnants of the Later Turks, was killed by the Hui leader Guli Peiluo, and the Turkic Empire completely disappeared in China.

Note 2: Tulun moraine, i.e. Tathalamakan. Puchanghai, that is, today's Lop Nur.