Chapter 109: The Great Hero

Li Qiaomeng in his sleep met Tie Xinyuan, and also dreamed of his brothers and sisters.

The big guys roast the lamb around the campfire and eat it, all of which are skewers of marinated mutton, not at all the large pieces of light and tasteless fat mutton here.

The mutton barbecued on the bonfire was bubbling with oil, and seeing that a string of meat was about to be roasted, Xiao Shui Zhuer picked it up and ate the mutton on the skewer in one bite......

Then the angry Li Qiao woke up.

I found that all the wild grass around me was set on fire, and my sheepskin tube had begun to burst into flames, exuding a unique smell of roast mutton......

Li Qiao sighed, and when he saw that the fire in front of him was not big, he didn't bother to come out, and rolled towards the fire in front of him, which was not big.

After rolling a hundred and ten paces, he left the fire, the ground here was scorched black, it was the place where the fire had just passed, and the temperature on the ground was very suitable for sleeping.

Li Qiao poured a mouthful of water into his mouth, then closed his eyes and prepared to continue sleeping.

As soon as his ears touched the ground, he sprang up, folded the parchment in two or two times, and found a crack in the rock and stuffed it in.

The long knife was in his hand, but Li Qiao was not in the mood to step forward to defend against the enemy, the poignant horn sound had already sounded, and the enemy attack was certain.

Looking ahead, Dolma's tent was already on fire, but no one had escaped.

At night, Dolma usually goes to her father's tent to spend the night, where it should be safe.

The cavalry of the Tangut people came to attack, they brought not only killing, but also the fire that soared to the sky, Li Qiao saw countless panicked Qingtang soldiers, carrying knives and gathering to gather the most firelight, where the handsome tent of Jiao Guluo was located.

A war horse staggered past Li Qiao, who was hiding in the dark.

Li Qiao, who suddenly burst out, easily slashed this enemy to death with one sword.

It doesn't need him to cut and kill, this person is already dead. The Tangut habitually tied themselves to their horses when they attacked at night, in case they fell off their horses, and there was a very large cut in the neck of this man, and the blood was about to drain.

Li Qiao just took the opportunity to cut off the head, and in the Qingtang army, merit has always been counted according to the head.

Just after hiding the head and tying the war horse to a tree that had been charred after the fire, another cavalryman came slowly, and this time without Li Qiao's hands, this cavalryman was planted from the horse.

After the heads were collected. Li Qiao took a closer look at the battlefield, and he wondered why there were always merits sent to the door here.

When he saw the terrain, he smiled, he was already on a slope, and the battle took place at a distance of only five hundred paces.

After being sniped by the Qingtang people on the slope, the Tanguts who rushed through the sniper line alive would go straight to the tent of Jiaoluo, while the wounded or dead Tanguts would be automatically brought to this relatively gentle mountain root by undriven war horses.

The battle ahead was very fierce. The stray arrows swooped down on the ground not far away, and soon filled the field of vision, and the white tail feathers looked like a crop with white flowers.

Li Qiao hurriedly put on his helmet, and he couldn't hurt him with a stray arrow like this thing.

The Tanguts who ran over this time are not dead. Seeing Li Qiao standing in the dark, he screamed in despair, wanting to turn the horse's head and run away, Li Qiao picked up a flail left by the Tangut people and smashed it on the back of the Tangut people.

The Xixia man spurted a mouthful of blood from his mouth, and slowly lay on the neck of the war horse.

Li Qiao used a knife to cut the wool rope of the Tangut people. Push the corpse off the back of the war horse, and wait until the blood of the Tangut people has almost spurted from their mouths, and then cut off the relatively fresh head.

Li Qiao retracted the gap. The body is very loose, but his eyes have been staring at the battlefield not far away, once the battle line of the Qingtang people begins to collapse, he is ready to ride a horse, take two war horses and gallop all the way, no one should be able to catch up with him.

Looking up at the hook and waning moon in the sky, Li Qiao sniffled, took out a piece of milk residue from his arms, and ate it in small bites, there were too few things, even if he ate it sparingly, it was quickly finished.

Qingtang is poor, and even the life of Kakugura may not be as good as that of a medium-sized family in Tokyo.

It's not that you don't have the money to buy it, it's that you can't buy it at all.

Today, a small half of Qingtang is still in the hands of other Tubo heads.

The Jiaoguoluo, who lacked food and clothing, could only get a relatively fair deal by relying closely on the Great Song Dynasty.

In order to ensure that his people have enough food to survive the five-month winter in Qingtang.

Tie Xinyuan had long said to Li Qiao that the most powerful thing in the Great Song Dynasty was not the army, but the merchants.

If the Great Song Dynasty could give the merchants of the Great Song Dynasty enough power and help, it would not take fifty years for those merchants to completely drain the wealth of the Khitan and Western Xia.

In the past, he agreed with the joke that Tie Xinyuan said, but now Li Qiao doesn't think so, because he finds that the poorer the person, the less scruples he has when he kills people.

The whining horn woke Li Qiao up from his memory, this was Qingtang's offensive horn, and when he heard the horn, he didn't try to die to the former.

Li Qiao climbed on the most majestic Hequ horse, and looked at the three human heads hanging under the neck of the war horse with satisfaction.

The battlefield with three war horses is a bit strange, but in the eyes of those Qingtang warriors, they can only see a strong sense of envy, which is all a meritorious achievement.

The Xixia people had a knack for fleeing thousands of miles if they missed a blow, and the Qingtang people chased for a while, and then heard the horn of the troops.

Li Qiao looked at the slightly sweating war horse and felt very satisfied, so he returned to the camp with his trophies.

At this time, the sky was bright, the camp was in a mess, countless tents were burned, there were headless corpses lying on the ground, and teams of Qingtang warriors were cleaning the battlefield, they peeled off the leather armor on the headless corpses, took away the weapons scattered on the ground, divided the dead war horses, and waited to be made into jerky, very organized.

Kakuro, who had sackcloth wrapped around his arm, heard that he had been hit by an arrow, but even then he still had a smile on his face, like an old father greeting his child back from a long journey. Every Qingtang warrior who had won would kneel in front of him on one knee and present his results to him.

Zhuoma smiled like a flower, welcoming the soldiers who returned triumphantly.

Seeing that Li Qiao was back, she climbed on Li Qiao's war horse regardless of it, hugged his waist tightly, and asked Li Qiao to take her around the battlefield for three weeks.

Li Qiao led a horse and stepped forward in the satisfied gaze of Jiao Guluo and said: "This war horse is dedicated to my invincible king, and these three heads are also dedicated to my king, begging, my king will give you the corresponding reward for your brave soldiers." ”

A hero who can cut off three heads and capture five war horses in a single war, Kakuro will naturally not slack off.

He took the reins of the war horse presented by Li Qiao, carefully looked at the three heads with obvious signs of the Tangut people, put the injured hand on his shoulder and said: "Thank you and my heroic child, from now on, you can lead thirty brave Qingtang warriors." ”

Li Qiao laughed and thanked Jiao Luo, then turned around and roared, "Ge Rilang! Have you killed as many enemies as me? Do you have more horses than I have? ”

The Qingtang people in the field coaxed together, boasting of the merit This is a deserved honor for a warrior, even the horned Luo laughed, and Zhuoma stood on the horse, screaming at the top of his voice.

A general dressed in a bearskin strode out, first hugged Li Qiao and said, "Congratulations to your brother." However, Grilang has been cut off by me. ”

Li Qiao was stunned for a moment, Jiaoluo also frowned, and Zhuoma was still smiling and coaxing there.

The general wearing a bearskin knelt down on one knee in front of the horned and said: "My king, Ge Rilang was drunk and made trouble last night, with the help of wrestling to keep warm, strangled two Qingtang warriors alive, and finally wanted him to be captured, he actually waved his knife at me, and lost three samurai in the battle, before killing Ge Rilang, who knew that the flying torches ignited the grassland......"

Horned Luo roared with a gloomy face, "And then our camp was exposed, right? And then let the despicable Tanguts sneak up on us, right?

Sangha, is this how you bind your subordinates? ”

The general called Sangha rested his head on the grass, spread his hands upwards on either side of his head, and did not dare to move.

Jiaoluo whipped the general with his horsewhip and said, "I lost six warriors without a fight, monk, in the next battle, you will bring six enemy heads to me." ”

The monk hurriedly said: "The last general must move forward bravely." ”

Jiao Guluo nodded and said, "After all, we are victorious, the monk raises your head, go and celebrate, the next war, we will talk about it next time." ”

Li Qiao stood on the side and saw Jiao Guluo dealing with this serious matter like this, and couldn't help but nodded, I'm afraid this old thing is not easy to deal with at all.

Xia Zhu and they want Qingtang, I'm afraid it's still difficult, as long as these warriors are still hugging together, Qingtang and Da Song don't count on it.

The matter of Kakugara is settled, and the cause of the sudden fire last night has been found, so the celebration after the victory has naturally begun.

Li Qiao looked at Zhuoma, who was flushed, and said, "Your tent is burned, I still have four horses, I will leave one to fight, and the rest will be all for you." ”

Dolma said happily: "Okay, so that our cattle and sheep will increase soon." ”

Zhuoma took the war horse to find the shepherd in the army who specialized in exchanging cattle and sheep, whether it was a saddle or a war horse, it was a very valuable thing in Qingtang.

Li Qiao, who hadn't slept well at all last night, found a sunny slope again, ate a little dried meat, drank some water, and then got into the leather tube again, ready to make up for the lack of sleep last night.

In the midst of a half-dream, a warm body slipped into his leather tube.

Dolma breathed hot air in his ear and said, "You deserve it, my big hero." (To be continued.) )

PS: Chapter 1.