A group of people rushed up the hillside. Zhang Yunwen's training was immediately apparent.

The first ones were all the soldiers he had trained, and the ones who were running behind were the recruits who came today.

When those knights saw ** running up the hillside, they did not follow him, but rode around on horseback, wanting to go around from the front of the village to the back of the hillside and completely surround **.

However, after running a few steps, he suddenly felt empty under his feet, and dozens of leading knights fell into the trench with their horses, and were pierced by sharp bamboo slices. Later, another person accidentally fell into it.

The knights stopped at once, stepped back a little, and then struck their horses forward with all their might, and at once crossed the trench.

However, the cavalry on the other side of the trench was still unable to move an inch, and horses continued to fall to the sound of neighing. The knight who fell off the horse was lucky enough to roll off the side and was not injured, but the unlucky one was directly pressed by the horse's leg, or flew in mid-air and fell heavily.

The knights leaned down to take a look, and it turned out that the road was densely covered with bamboo tubes that could just put down the horses' hooves, and the horses' hooves stepped on them, and they suddenly lost their feet, and many horses even broke their legs due to galloping.

The knights did not dare to let the horses gallop anymore, led the horses, carefully walked through this section of the "bamboo tube road", and then got on the horses and chased them out, but they never saw a single figure again.

When I returned to the village, I didn't even see a ** corpse.

A row of seven corpses lay on the icy ground. Next to it, there is a large pit.

In addition to the three who died when they infiltrated the village and set fire, four others died under the bows and arrows of the Xia army.

Zhang Yunwen held the helmet in his hand and shook it at the corpse on the ground: "Brothers, I'm sorry!" Let you be exposed to the wilderness. But we are only light horses, and it is difficult to bring you back to our homes. Now I will arrange for you to stay here first, and when he breaks Dou Jiande, he will take you back to his hometown together! ”

"Have you put away your brothers' things?" Zhang Yunwen asked lightly.

Li Yang beside him said: "Please rest assured, the relics of the brothers who died in the war have all been collected, and when they return to Chang'an, they can find out where they live in their hometown and bring these back to their relatives!" ”

Zhang Yunwen nodded: "Okay, now send the brothers into the ground!" ”

So, every two people carried the corpses, gently and slowly lowered them into the pit, and then, watching them bury themselves in the cold earth, and finally they could see nothing but a piece of mud.

Several soldiers who had a good relationship with the deceased before his death had red eyes, staring silently at the new soil that had been opened.

Zhang Yunwen sighed. Although dying in battle is a common thing to do as a soldier, it is different if it is deliberately arranged.

Of the seven soldiers who died in battle, two of the eight soldiers sent by Xue Wanche accounted for two.

This was arranged by Zhang Yunwen. At the beginning, he dispersed the eight soldiers into various teams, and when employing people, he asked each team to select the elite, and these soldiers were naturally selected. So, their death was only a matter of time.

Although it is said that it is to pull out the nail of the East Palace, it is not only what King Qin wants, but he is willing to see, but after getting along for nearly half a month, it is inevitable that there will be friendship with colleagues.

"Let's go!" Zhang Yunwen turned over and got on his horse, "Don't be sad, avenge our brothers!" ”

"Wow—" A group of soldiers suddenly screamed, and the wasteland was like a pack of wolves.

On the road leading from Renli Village to Liuzhuang, a convoy is slowly moving forward.

The convoy consisted of seventeen wagons and nearly a hundred soldiers. The wagons were loaded with bulging sacks and piles of hay. Hundreds of soldiers marched slowly under the leadership of a captain on a large horse and wearing black armor.

The road to Liuzhuang was not as smooth as the official road, with potholes, a depression here, and a stone bulging there. The men and horses could barely get through, but the carriage stumbled forward. One moment there is a pit here, and the next there is a stone on the other side. The soldiers had to push the cart from time to time.

Halfway through, the convoy stopped to rest.

On the part of the road where they rested, there was a small stream flowing on one side and a bamboo forest on the other.

Under the hot sun that began to be a little hot in April, this group of Xia soldiers gathered under the bamboo forest in twos and threes, and the slight cool breeze blowing in their faces made them feel very comfortable.

At the signal of the captain, more than a dozen soldiers lifted the carriage as a large urn and staggered to the stream to draw water.

These soldiers slowly descended to the side of the stream, and one of them said: "Alas, the one who is an official is a good fate!" Look at us, and we're going to come and get water! ”

The soldier who carried a big urn with him said, "Wu San, don't complain!" We are with King Xia now, and it is much better than when Da Sui was still there! ”

That Wu San said: "Yes! is much better. But that's just King Xia, look at the generals under King Xia, which one is not similar to the officials of the Great Sui! ”

As he was talking, a group of more than ten people had arrived at the creek and slowly sank the large urn into the stream.

Suddenly, more than a dozen figures in the water suddenly got up, covering the mouths of the Xia soldiers with one hand, and the daggers in the other hand slid over the necks of these soldiers. Then he quickly dragged it to the side, lest the blood flow into the stream and attract the attention of the Xia army on the shore.

"What's going on?" Hearing the sound of water, the captain asked uneasily.

"Oh, it's nothing, the urn just fell into the water! Now it's up to you! A dark shadow opened its mouth. The voice was almost exactly the same as the voice of Wu San lying on the ground.

"It's okay, then hurry up! Damn, it's always a drag on doing things! The lieutenant's voice came again.

"It's coming, it's coming!" Wu San's voice sounded again.

After a while, more than a dozen soldiers dressed in Xia Jun clothes and armor lowered their heads and slowly carried the big urn back.

The lieutenant looked at them and felt a little strange. Why are these guys walking with their heads down?

At this moment, more than 100 random arrows flew in the bamboo forest. The resting Xia sergeant suddenly fell into a large area. However, it is more often than an arrow wound, not a direct death.

Then, hundreds of soldiers in black armor rushed from the depths of the bamboo forest.

The lieutenant hurriedly organized his men to resist, completely ignoring the dozen or so soldiers carrying the urn behind him.

I saw that these more than ten soldiers put down the big urn, but they each took out a dagger and quickly approached the Xia soldiers who had their backs to them.

Almost silently, one by one, in an instant, more than ten people were wiped on their necks. The lieutenant reacted and was about to divide his men to resist the disguised ** behind him, when a crossbow arrow shot into his throat, and he hissed hoarsely twice, bringing out a little blood foam, and fell to the ground in a wilt.

Throwing away the crossbow machine in his left hand, a ** soldier disguised as Xia Jun shot out the dagger in his right hand, and suddenly, a crossbow Xia sergeant who was far away from him was stabbed in the forehead and fell to the ground.

The Xia soldiers, who had lost their command, were quickly defeated by the ** who were flanked from both sides, and all the prisoners, not one left, all the grain and grass, except for their own use, were all burned.

As a result, on this road, only burning baggage trucks and a group of fallen corpses were left behind.

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(Brothers and sisters, please put this book on the shelf!) Please!! ）