Wang rarely led everyone to walk the path between the mountains and forests.

The experience of the scouts played a huge role, and the king knew the terrain of this area very well.

He even accurately found a clear spring in the mountains and forests, and took everyone to replenish their drinking water.

Daizhou is adjacent to Shuozhou and connects to the Great Wall.

It has always been a battleground for soldiers.

The ancient name is "Yanmen Pass".

After walking in the mountains and forests for about an hour, a village appeared in front of me.

There seems to be smoke billowing out!

There was a bad feeling in everyone's hearts.

The king rarely gave the order to lurk and observe first.

There is a specialization in the art industry.

For this kind of thing, Li Xingzhou handed it over to Wang Rare.

The billowing smoke dissipated somewhat, but the flames rose.

At the same time, the five horsemen ran out of the village, shouting "whining" with their knives raised all the way.

There is still a bloody human head hanging under the horse's neck!

"Turkic mongrel!"

Almost at the same time, everyone's blood was flushing and their eyes were red!

However, no one rushed out rashly, because Li Xingzhou had not yet given the order.

The march is rarely in charge of the king.

But this kind of decision is Li Xingzhou's business.

Li Xingzhou held down Park Kyung-tae, who was about to move like a beast about to come out of the cage.

His teeth were clenched, and his eyes seemed to be bursting with fire!

Li Xingzhou was surprisingly calm, and his cold eyes seemed to show no emotional fluctuations.

Going deep behind enemy lines, every judgment and order of a battlefield commander is a matter of victory or defeat, life or death.

At this moment, Li Xingzhou was still calmly observing.

The five horsemen ran along the mountain road towards a place far away from the ambush of Li Xingzhou and others.

A human head hung under the horse's neck, spilling a trail of blood.

"Shanhou, just let this group of mongrels go?!"

Park Kyung-tae let out a low growl.

He was a native of Silla and had a feud with the Turks

Li Xingzhou picked up a lump of mud next to him and smashed it on Park Kyung-tae's head.

"If you make any more noise, you will cut it!"

Park Kyung-tae gritted his teeth with hatred, but he didn't say anything more.

"Shut up!"

Li Xingzhou snorted very unceremoniously.

"It's all laid down for me!"

But a moment later, there was a louder "woo" cry on the mountain road ahead.

The five-cavalry Turkic soldiers, who had just gone and returned, returned.

The mountains and forests shook!

Behind them, a large cavalry followed!

Li Xingzhou stretched out his finger and compared it in front of his eyes, and quickly counted the number of Turkic cavalry with shorthand.

"Ninety-nine!" Li Xingzhou and Wang rarely spoke out almost at the same time.

Li Xingzhou glanced back at Wang Rare, his expression was still so hideous.

But there was a look of appreciation in his eyes.

"Let's do it, there are a lot of us!"

Park Kyung-tae mustered up his courage and muttered quietly.

Li Xingzhou raised the whip in his hand, and Park Jingtai shrank in fright.

Everyone lurked quietly and watched this group of Turkic cavalry run past their eyes and rush into the village.

"Come here."

Li Xing waved his hand on Monday, except for the scouts and men who were guarding the horses.

Everyone gathered around him, fan-shaped.

Li Xingzhou said.

"The establishment of the Turkic soldiers is the same as that of the Tang Army, and this batch of Turkic soldiers should be a full team, plus the main and deputy teams are about 100 or more. The villagers in that village should be more than lucky, and those who are alive may be held hostage by their people. So we can't act rashly! ”

Park Kyung-tae suddenly realized.

"Shanhou is so smart, those five went back to call their accomplices just now, and there must have been accomplices who had already stepped on the village to calm the villagers - just like when the wild wolf came to steal the sheep!"

Ma Sui said.

"The Turks are accustomed to having a horn for every three people, five people for a battle circle, ten people dare to slaughter the village when they are fired, and they dare to fight against ten times their own officials and troops when they get together a team of fifty people!"

"Whenever the Turks attack a place, they must first send outposts to pick their eyes, and if they can succeed, they will set fire to smoke and send scouts to carry their heads in return, both of which are indispensable, otherwise the brigade will not advance so as not to fall into the trap."

"Since there is a group of Turkic soldiers in this village, it is very likely that there is still the main force of their brigade not far away, which is scattered everywhere to burn, kill, loot and abuse, and all of them must be evacuated together at the specified time!"

"If you attack rashly, you will definitely startle the snake! Not only can't we save these villagers, but we're all going to die here! ”

Park Kyung-tae was dumbfounded.

"That's ......"

Lee Hang-ju slapped Park Kyung-tae's helmet.

"It's a shame that you're from Silla, listen more, learn more, and interject less!"

Li Xingzhou glanced at Ma Sui and Wang Xingyan coldly, and said in a deep voice.

"Now listen to my orders, Ma Sui will lead a group of scouts to trace up the mountain road from which the Turks came to see if there is the main force of the brigade behind them."

"Wang Xingyan led a group of people to guard the horses."

"It is rare for the king to take a group of scouts to outflank the village in the north and south directions, and carefully investigate the reality of the enemy army entering the village!"

"The rest of the men and horses are all on standby, ready to fight!"

"Yes!"

......

Wang Rare immediately began to take off his armor and glaring knight's robes.

Leave behind the lance and the crossbow.

With only a horizontal knife and a short blade, he prepared to sneak into the village.

Ten people in one fire, the cat shuttled through the woods with his waist and advanced towards the village.

A group of ten people touched the vicinity of the village, all of them like predatory lynxes lurking in the mountains and forests.

Silently, the movements are light and fan-shaped, and the situation in the village is observed from different angles.

The king rarely crawled to the edge of the village, and a private house in front of him was already close at hand.

He had already stared at a tall and dense locust tree behind a private house, which was the best cover.

You can also occupy the highest point and observe almost the entire village.

The closer he got to the house, the more clearly he could hear the woman's cry and the man's rude and shameless laughter coming from the room.

This voice can be understood by anyone with a little personnel experience.

What are those shameless Turks doing to a woman?

It was rare for Wang to resist the urge to kill in his heart, and climbed to the height of the big locust tree in three or two.

Hidden in the thickest branches of the foliage, it is viewed condescendingly through the pores of the leaves.

The village is small, like a gourd-shaped, with only about thirty or forty households.

The edge of the gourd seems to have been cut and reclaimed next to the mountain forest, and the houses are built next to the mountain forest.

The abdominal cavity of the two larger gourds is a large clearing in the village.

It is supposed to be a large flat that is usually used for sacrifices, gatherings, or drying grain.

At this time, a large amount of firewood and grass were piled up on the soil in the small hinterland of the gourd.

It should be the "beacon fire" placed by the outpost of the Turks before.

On the earthen flat of the hinterland, a large number of villagers gathered.

Around stood a group of Turkic soldiers dressed in wooden armor and gray linen robes, and wearing rolled-edge sheepskin hats.

Holding a five-foot scimitar in his hand, he occasionally threw out the leather whip in his hand and whipped it into the crowd.

Seven or eight people had already fallen in pools of blood, and their heads had been cut off.

The rest of the villagers were huddled together, and a few children were crying incessantly.

The king counted the heads, and there were thirty-one Turkic soldiers and eighty-four people in the big tuping.

The rest of the Turkic soldiers should have taken the women of the village into the houses to wreak havoc, or to search for the scattered people and their wealth.

At this time, the screams of the women in the houses under the big locust trees suddenly stopped.

Several Turkic men cursed in Turkic.

Wang's rare heart suddenly tightened, and his qi and blood surged......

That village woman must have been killed!

The Turkic man in the house kicked open the door and swaggered out with a bloody human head.

Throw the head at the crowd of villagers.

The villagers were so frightened that they screamed in panic, some of them cried loudly, and two children shouted "mother" and cried loudly.

"Brute !!"

The king gritted his teeth and scolded in a low voice.

In the crowd of villagers, a white-haired old man in his sixties and seventies stood up.

"I'm fighting with you!"

The whip of the Turkic soldier was drawn on the head and in the face.

Two Turkic soldiers stepped forward and dragged the old man out of the crowd.

After a few stabs, he stabbed him to the ground, and then seven or eight people stepped forward and stabbed him for a while.

Chop the old man to pieces and cut him into a pile of pulp.

Wang rarely turned his head, his knuckles grasping the hilt of the horizontal knife, and his bones rattled.

"Who dares to resist, take this as an example!!"

The Turkic soldier who had just come out with the woman's head raised the scimitar in his hand and roared loudly.

The king rarely turned back to look at the man, and it seemed that he was still the leader of the Turkic army.

The Tang Dynasty ruled the grasslands for fifty years.

Although they were not completely sinicized, it is not surprising that the Turks could speak Chinese.

The villagers looked at the pile of headless corpses, the woman's head, and the pile of flesh on the large earthen lawn.

I didn't dare to squeak and resist.

A group of unarmed villagers, facing a group of demons who have lost their humanity with swords in their hands, are powerless to resist.

"Listen!"

The Turkic leader shouted.

"From now on, all the men among you are my slaves!"

"The women among you are my concubines!"

"You belong to me like cattle and horses, don't resist, don't run away! Otherwise, chop into mashed meat! ”

At this time, there were more than a dozen Turkic soldiers, either carrying piles of possessions or leading cattle and sheep.

Otherwise, a few villagers who had fled gathered together.

The Turkic leader raised his scimitar and whispered a string of Turkic words.

The Turkic soldiers raised their swords and guns and let out a burst of cheers.

It was rare for the king to guess that the leader should be talking about "sharing the spoils", and that he should really learn a little Turkic in the future.

At this time, the Turkic leader walked into the crowd of Han people and grabbed a village woman from the middle.

The villagers were terrified, the women were desperately struggling and begging for mercy, and the Turks were laughing.

A young man jumped up and resisted, and was immediately dragged aside and cut off his head and hung over the horse's neck.

His body was chopped into puree.

The Turkic leader had two Turkic soldiers pull the woman into the house, and threw a naked headless corpse from inside.

The king almost couldn't help jumping off, rushed into the house and chopped up the beast!

"Cuckoo - cuckoo!"

A soft whisper came from under the tree.

It was rare for the king to slip down from the tree. Three comrades came.

Wuyang gestured to go back.

Wang waved his hand rarely, leaned into Wuyang's ear and said that the leader in this private house was the leader.

I'm staring here - capture the thief and capture the king!

Wuyang pondered for a moment, nodded, and took the others back to report the news.

Wang still climbed the tree and stared at the situation in the village.

Moments later, the Turks drove several villagers into their houses.

Then the smoke rose. Firewood also rose on the large earthen lawn, and they slaughtered a few sheep with their hands.

It seems that the Turkic soldiers are not in a hurry to leave, and still want to cook a meal here.

"Severed head rice!"

The king's rare teeth rattled to the bone.

Later, Wuyang and a few soldiers went and returned.

It is said that the enemy situation is clear, and there is no Turkic majority nearby.

The Marquis of Shan's order has ordered the capture and killing of this group of Turkic soldiers - start quickly so as not to injure the people by mistake, and eliminate all evil, and not one of them will escape!

"The leader of this private house, leave it to me!"

It was rare for the king to ask for his life.

"Shanhou has already laid out the arrangements, just wait for the first strike here, success or failure is crucial."

"The Turks were the first to cull, and it must be here!"

Wuyang hesitated.

"Are you sure? Don't be fooled! ”

"I can do it!"

Gotta be categorical.

"When you succeed, blow this horn!"

Wuyang patted Wang on the shoulder and handed him a horn for the bull calf for Yue Qi.

With the other brothers, the cat bent on his waist and quietly disappeared.

Wuyang gave Wang a rare and full trust.

The king rarely suppressed the boiling blood, and still climbed the tree, staring at the group of Turkic soldiers on the large earthen lawn.

The sky above your head is the sky of Datang, the home under your feet is the soil of Datang, and the people here are the people of Datang!

- Swear to defend it!

All of these brutes must die!!

After a while, Wang rarely estimated that Wuyang and the other brothers should have arrived at the ambush site and were ready.

The Turks in the big flat laughed loudly around the whole sheep roasted by the fire, and relaxed a little.

Crouching in a group like a flock of quails, some of the villagers were looking around, as if trying to escape or fight back.

The Turkic soldier in charge of the guard picked up the leather whip and whipped it violently, and the villagers did not dare to move.

Wang rarely thought to himself, the people of the Tang Dynasty are still very bloody, as long as we do it here, these villagers will definitely rebel!

The sheep seemed to be almost roasted.

Most of the Turkic soldiers surrounded it.

The screams and obscene laughter of the village women in the houses have not stopped yet.

The king slipped down the tree silently.

I followed the ridge dug at the back of the house to the back of the house and to the bedroom window.

The sound was so close that I could even hear the sound of my body impacting.

Houses made of rammed earth and grass and trees used by poor families.

The bedroom window was propped up with a few small sticks and covered with a rag.

The windows were narrow and difficult to enter, and the sound of broken sticks was likely to alarm the Turkic soldiers inside.

The back door should be a fairly thin plank.

It was rare for the king to sneak here and observe.

This is supposed to be connected to the kitchen, and there is a lot of dirty water splashed outside the door.

There is only a horizontal latch on the door panel, which is not difficult!

Wang took out the tip of the rope from his riding boots and carefully stabbed the tip of the knife into the crack in the door.

Quietly move the latch to the side.

"Kata"

With a soft sound, the latch is lifted!

The king paused with bated breath.

The sound in the bedroom was still the same, and the Turks were getting carried away, not noticing the slightest movement in the kitchen.

Wang rarely reached through the crack under the door and gently held it up.

So as not to make a sound when the door shaft of the wooden door rotates.

Then slowly, gently pushed the door open.

There was no sound in the kitchen.

Wang Rare cat dodged in, and just as he stopped, a small head suddenly appeared in the big water tank.

It's a little boy about 10 years old!

The king was startled, and rolled over to cover the boy's mouth, signaling him to keep quiet.

The little boy seemed to be scared silly.

His eyes widened, and he held Wang's rare hand with both hands.

The king whispered something in his ear.

The little boy immediately stopped struggling, tears welled up in his eyes, and his childish face was full of grief and indignation.

He said yes.

"I'm a Tang soldier!"

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