The desperate resistance of the dart masters worked, and before the large number of horse thieves rushed into the middle of the caravan, more than twenty carriages had formed a chariot formation. The surviving dart master and the executioner each armed with a sword, a bow and a crossbow, guarded by the chariot formation. The horse thief couldn't rush in for a while, so he had to stop for a while. Li Yong and the others were able to return to the car formation to rest. At this time, everyone saw clearly that the Turks had more than 100 horsemen, and in a short period of time, more than 30 caravan dart masters and men had been killed, and there were more than 70 people left.

A straight stream of wolf smoke rose and rushed into the sky. The wolf dung warned in the army had special ingredients, and the black smoke column did not disperse, although the wind had not completely stopped, it was not enough to blow away the wolf smoke. The horse thieves saw that the caravan was lit with wolf smoke, and several leaders discussed for a while, and the horse thieves urged their horses again, and the cavalry waved bows and arrows and scimitars, and swept towards the chariot formation. Some horse thieves shouted in a language that the Xia people did not understand, and their voices were particularly high-pitched and ferocious.

"Kill them!" "The one who rushes into the car formation first will be rewarded!"

"God is above!" Kill all the infidels! ”

Li Yong frowned, he understood. The caravan has a car array to rely on, and it is easy to wait for the benefits of work. It is not very peaceful to protect Wencheng, so the dart masters invited by the caravan are experienced, and they all use Lao Xia people to drive the car, and they are not inferior to the enemy's troops. It was not easy for the Turkic cavalry to attack it. For horse thieves, it is best to fly away with valuable goods before the cavalry arrives at the city. But their murderous heart seems to be stronger than their plundering heart.

Beside him, Wang Ling was shouting, "Listen to my orders, prepare—" Wang Ling was a retired centurion, now the treasurer of the Tooth Horn Shop and the leader of this caravan. When attacked by horse thieves in the desert, everyone obeys the command of the leader, this is the rule. The same is true of Li Yong, who was not stupid enough to stand up at this time to undermine the prestige of the caravan leader.

"These guys aren't easy." Li Yong thought secretly as he aimed his crossbow bolt at the front.

The horse thief rushed to within forty paces, "put-" Wang Ling shouted violently, and the archers released their arrows at the same time, and dozens of arrows burst out, with the sound of surging through the air, and the men and horses who were hit by the arrows let out painful screams, and several of the Turks who rushed in front fell from their horses with arrows and fell into the dust, and one or two of them were trampled by their companions behind, and let out a terrible scream. Blood stimulated ferocity, and the Turkic cavalry was furious, and regardless of who started the battle, they pumped their horses and rushed towards the chariot formation of the Xia people in the rain of arrows.

The horses kicked out of the smoke and dust, and the Turks galloped around the chariot array, bending their bows and arrows. Although it was not easy to grasp the accuracy of the arrow on the horse, it was equally difficult for the Xia people to shoot the constantly moving cavalry. Arrows flew sideways on both sides, blood splashed everywhere, and people shouted and neighed. A black dot flew in, Li Yong's heart suddenly flashed, and an arrow grazed his cheek. "Damn it." He cursed and poked his head out, and another black dot shot out, and he hurriedly shrank back again.

The arrows "banged" into the carriage, and the tail feathers trembled and buzzed. The Turkic cavalry turned left and right, always dodging arrows in the moment. The caravan guys didn't know how to shoot arrows, and although they had the cover of the chariot formation, it was really harder to shoot the nimble cavalry than to ascend to the sky, and after a moment of shooting at each other, the caravan was clearly at a disadvantage.

"Shoot the horse first!" "Shoot the horse first!" The dart master in the car shouted loudly, and many people woke up like a dream.

War horses have huge bodies, and "shooting people first and horses first" is common knowledge among the Xia people. It's just that most of them didn't think about it in a panic, and they were reminded by the dart master, and immediately aimed at the war horse and released arrows, one by one the arrows tore through the strong muscles, penetrated the body of the war horse, and pierced into the bones of the war horse. After the horses fell prostrately, arrows shot at the cavalry in the dust, and the arrows pierced through the iron helmets and through the heads, and the screams came to an abrupt end.

The Turkic horse thieves in the front row retreated in embarrassment, and the ones in the back row rushed up with a roar. In this round of shooting just now, the two sides suffered a lot of losses, and several weak gaps in the car formation were also tested. The horse thieves rushed close, only bypassing the sparse obstacles, and then rushed in, their horses leaping, their scimitars swinging, blood splattering. The men of the caravan resisted desperately, some scrambled to hold up their spears, some raised their shields, but they could not withstand the huge momentum of the cavalry, and the scimitars drew a series of sparks on the shields, and the men hiding behind staggered and fell to the ground. The horse thief simply jumped off his horse and rushed into the chariot formation with his scimitar brandish, and as soon as he opened an opening, the cavalry behind him could rush in.

"Damn it!" Li Yong shouted loudly, "Can't let them rush in!" ”

He rushed forward to stop the intruding horse thief. The two scimitars collided together, making a sharp sound, Li Yong kicked over, the horse thief retreated sideways to avoid, the scimitar slashed down at his leg, but the leg was withdrawn in the middle of the way, turned into a lunge forward, Li Yong's right hand scimitar drew an arc, said that it was too late, then fast, only to see the knife flash, a right arm holding the knife fell to the ground. Taking advantage of the horse thief's shock, Li Yong's scimitar made a strange arc upward, cutting the other party's neck artery, blood gushing out, and he subconsciously dodged and dodged.

"What are you doing?" He yelled at the stunned guys, "Don't let them rush in! ”

The man hurriedly picked up his bow and arrows and went up. At this time, more than a dozen horse thieves who rushed in were killed, and the remaining horse thieves saw that there were masters in the car formation, and they became cowardly, and fled back one after another. In addition to firing arrows at their backs, the caravan men erupted in a tsunami-like cheer. "We won!" "Fuck off!" "Come back and fight again!"

Li Yong smiled bitterly, it seems that many guys have an addiction to a sergeant in their hearts. He asked for retirement less than a year later. This is also the reason why his father forced him to send Tianzhu. A "coward" inheriting Bowanghou will definitely be a shame for the family. He was tapped on the shoulder.

"The knife technique is good," Huang Fuming said with a smile: "Did you point with a high finger?" ”

"An uncle taught me." Li Yong touched the gem set in the handle of the scimitar and replied, "He has passed away." He looked at the Turks not far away, and a deep anger burst out of his eyes. His master, Fakhru, was a noble sage and the captain of the guard of the Baiyi court. On the day the Romani Turks stormed Baghdad, he fought to the last moment. Captured for the doctrine forbidding suicide. While many princes and ministers of the Baiyi Dynasty were prostrate at the feet of the Sultan, Fakhru was unwilling to give in and was brutally tortured to death by the Sultan.

Huang Fuming nodded, he mistakenly thought that Li Yong's master was a sergeant who had died in battle. In the first battle of the Hot Sand Sea, many sergeants in the river were killed. Huang Fuming is the road Cao Lushi, this time he served as a deputy envoy, and he pretended to be Li Yong's entourage along the way. At this time, smoke rose in the distance, and the Turkic horse thieves actually set fire to the cart outside the array.

"These crazy people!" Li Yong's face changed, and he scolded: "After death, you will go to hell!" ”

The lighted wagons were filled with military rations. This batch of military rations is fried dough soaked in fat, and once ignited, it is impossible to extinguish it. Of more than 10,000 catties of grain, the horse thief only took a small amount, and the rest of the fire was all burned, and then whipped away. Food in the desert is extremely valuable, and in general, it is rarely burned by fire, if not taken away, and usually the food is left in the local area, left for passing people or nearby tribes to pick up. However, these mad horse thieves actually burned all the grain. The caravan remained in defensive formation, and it was not until reinforcements from the city arrived that everyone counted their breath.

The horse thieves had more than 100 horses, but after a fierce battle, more than 30 corpses were left behind, and more than 80 horses were left to escape.

The cavalry captain nodded frequently while listening to Wang Ling's report. The royal tomb was retired by the centurion, and the title of the chief of the concubine. This young lieutenant is still only a top-ranker, and his title is one level lower than that of Wang Ling. After the army in the river was greatly expanded, the captains who led the troops were not really the captains of the Protectorate, most of them were the original centurions, and even a few dozen captains. Captains are highly respected in the Xia Kingdom, although most of them were reinstated after the war, but on important festivals and anniversaries, they can still wear the captain's logo during the war, and wear the captain's costume to show their glory in saving the country and danger.

Li Yong stood next to him and asked, "The army of Xiliuzhou is gathered, how can there still be horse thieves?" ”

"They are not horse thieves, they are cavalry of the Ghaznavid Turks." The young lieutenant hurriedly explained, "They probably scattered and infiltrated, and then converged, waiting for an opportunity to launch a sneak attack. "He sent a hundred cavalry to escort the caravan to Huwen, and he himself took two hundred cavalry to chase the Turkic cavalry." The guts are not bad. Wang Ling looked at his back, muttered, and shook his head again: "If it weren't for the defeat in Reshahai, how could such a rookie become a captain?" ”

Li Yong smiled noncommittally. Wang Ling is probably not good at winning people's hearts, and he failed to promote a captain in the army. Therefore, after he retired, he has been haunted by it, and if it were not for the resentment in his heart, he never talked much about things in the army. However, Li Yong saw that the captain was very capable, and the veterans under his command were obedient and convinced, and he was a talent. Zhou Li's big defeat, on the one hand, made the Anxi Military Division exhaustive, and also gave many young people the opportunity to take the lead.

Escorting the cavalry on both sides of the convoy, an officer asked Huang Fuming curiously: "What is the military ration sent this time?" ”

Huang Fuming thought for a while and said, "It's mostly marching cakes." ”

"Huh?" Ma Qianli shook his head a little disappointed and said, "This thing is too hard." You have to soak it in water to soften before you can eat it, otherwise it will break your teeth. This is a sergeant who was re-drafted into the army after retiring, he thought for a moment and said, "However, we people are out on the march, and there are only old and weak women and children left at home, and the treasury in the river is probably also very difficult." ”

"yes, I don't know how this war will end." Another cavalryman sighed, "It's a pity that General Zhou didn't succeed." Sultan Rûm is so fucking despicable. He shook his head, "When I was in the army, the staple food on the march was still jerky. Now the marching cake of the baggage division has a bit of meat left. "Complaining about military rations is always the easiest topic to win resonance in the barracks, and soon all the cavalry will say a word, some say that the marching cake will not grow worms for three years, some say that three pieces of this kind of bread can support people, some say that even rats can't gnaw it, some say that it can be loaded into a catapult to smash people at a critical time, and the most exaggerated description is that two pieces of marching cake can be used to make a fire.

Author: 1. Huwen City, today's Kabul, the Tang Dynasty Anxi Protectorate Xiliuzhou. 2. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, "The caravan dart master and the guys have been killed more than thirty people", the last chapter is missing the word "be", the difference of one word, a thousand miles away. It is hereby corrected. Thank you.