A great battle was dissolved when the Turks retreated ten miles.

In the evening of this day, the two sides buried the pot to cook.

Looking up at the red sun, Datou is very incomprehensible, people, why do you want to eat, drink and Lazar!

Pinching the bitter horse meat in his hand and staring at the helmet filled with yellow-brown liquid under his crotch, Datou wanted to kick it open, but his hungry stomach made him have to pick up the 'urine jar' and drink it all.

"Kill !!"

Before he could swallow the horse meat in his mouth despite the vomiting sensation, a familiar cry suddenly came from outside the camp.

"Damn the Sui people!"

Datou threw his helmet to the ground with his hand, and roared angrily: "Take my bow, and today I will shoot that hateful bald head on the spot!" ”

"Great Khan, your bow has already been given to Changsun Sheng······"

“······”

Outside the Turkic camp, Yang Shuang was provoking the Turkic soldiers with his bare back.

Behind him, his eyes were yellow and empty.

That's right, just himself!

"Shoot the arrows! Shoot him for me!! Datou laughed angrily.

How many times? There are too many points to count.

It's the third day!

For three days, the hateful bald head was like a beast that didn't sleep, and every half hour he would come and go wild!

If he ignores it, he will kill into the camp and run away with two soldiers who are crying for his father and mother!

If he sends troops in pursuit, he will run back to the military formation!

If he waited for the battle and shot it with arrows, he would put up his sword and shield, collect the arrows, and wait until the evening to let the Sui army return in full.

Seeing that the mountain road leading to the west was gradually buried by boulders, and could not be blocked by the Sui army, Datou had been driven to the brink of madness.

"Whoosh ·····"

Arrows rained down in the air, but Yang Shuang yawned indifferently, squatted on the ground, casually put the battle shield in front of him, and began to nap.

Countless arrows fell, all of which were blocked by the battle shield.

For him, this tinkling symphony is nothing more than a lullaby.

"I'm mad at me!"

Seeing this scene, Datou beat his chest and feet, and ran around with his withered hair, and after a while, he suddenly stopped, "Rush up for me!! ”

"Kill..."

The cry of a sheep, weak as a sheep's cry, represents the current situation of the Turkic soldiers, who are physically and mentally exhausted and hungry.

The soldiers who heard the order all picked up their weapons and 'moved' outside the camp with the strength and weakness.

Yang Shuang got up listlessly to restrain the arrows, and even had time to bundle and pack, and then picked up the loot and patted his ass and left.

"Thank you!"

More than 20,000 people chase one, just like a race walking competition chasing the champion.

There is no way, the physical strength is almost exhausted, and no one wants to use up the last trace of physical strength stupidly and run up to die.

Da Tou, who was full of anger, was dizzy, and suddenly felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, and then there were bursts of colic in his abdomen, and his eyes were black and fainted.

"Great Khan !!"

Yang Shuang's side was no better, Tianxiang continued to cool down, and his own wounded soldiers who had no medicine to treat them left one after another under the torture of altitude sickness.

Yang Shuang, who was grief-stricken, knew what Datou was insisting on, which was nothing more than waiting for the arrival of reinforcements from the west.

And he also has his own deployment, that is, to attack the three children of Jimo and Ruoqiang!

The Pamir Plateau, known as the Green Mountains, is very steep in the future and in ancient times.

There are no dense forests, no beasts of all kinds, and even a few wild wolves and goats cannot fill the stomachs of thousands of troops.

As the saying goes, there is no time for the border pass, and the bones are buried in a foreign country.

Two days later, both sides were in a desperate situation.

No matter who wins or loses, if there are no reinforcements to send food and grass, it is estimated that they will starve to death here!

Datou, who had weak energy, was too lazy to use his voice to scare Yang Shuang, who came to attack the camp, but lay on the ground in the autumn air, looking up at the sky in a daze.

He's looking for a falcon!

Half a month has passed, and the subordinates who received the news should be arriving with enough people to arrive, right?

"~~~~~~"

Suddenly, Datou rolled over and stood up, rubbed his swollen and dry eyes, and looked at the black dots that were rapidly swooping down in the air.

Hawk!

His falcon!

"Haha, here! Reinforcements are coming! It's finally here! ”

"Whoosh ·····"

"Poof·····"

"Ahh·····h

Datou's rampant laughter came to an abrupt end with a flickering black shadow, and Scarlet eyes looked at the gate of the camp as he flapped his wings and landed at the foot of the western mountain, where there was a bald head who was about to put away his longbow.

"Yang Shuang! I want you dead!! ”

Someone didn't hear the cries of despair at all, but ran to the prey.

"Uncle, you can finally roast bird meat and eat it!"

However, when Yang Shuang picked up the falcon, he found that there was a metal pipe tied to the beast's leg.

He suddenly remembered the captured Ye Hu Tush, and for a while the old man was afraid of death because of this thing, so he didn't dare to go out.

Turkic 'carrier pigeons'!

"Long live Shi, come and take a look!"

"General, the last general doesn't know Turkic."

Yang Shuang slapped his forehead and hurriedly summoned a few Shanshan soldiers.

"General Yu, the letter said that the Turkic army of 300,000 soldiers was divided into two routes, one was ready to enter the Western Regions from the mountain road behind us, and the other part was assembled at the northern pass!"

Yang Shuang frowned, taking the road of Shule, there was no need to worry about the Turks rushing over.

Because the mountain roads in the Pamirs have been blocked for several days and are temporarily unusable.

Autumn goes to winter, and after a while, the mountains will be covered with heavy snow.

If you want to get through, you will definitely have to wait until next autumn!

But the Turks taking the northern crossing are a bit dangerous for themselves!

Shi Da and Liu Ling's troops stationed at the Beidaokou Pass were only 1,000 sword and shield soldiers, 3,000 Shanshan elites, and 5,000 Turkic slaves.

If you add the crossbowmen in the castle, it is just over 10,000!

No matter how sharp the crossbow arrows, bed crossbows, and trebuchets are, they can do it in the face of enemies at least ten times their size, without systematic skills?

"Take out all the food that has been set aside, rest after you have eaten your heart, and tomorrow morning, wait for the Turks to eat..." Speaking of this, Yang Shuang stopped talking.

The Turks still have something to eat?

There should be!

After several days of continuous observation, he found that there were still many war horses behind the Turkic camp!

So he continued: "When the Turks finish eating, they will go in with me, and you don't need to worry about anything else, just capture the head!" ”

"Yes! Checkmate! ”

That night, Yang Shuang ran to the gate of the Turkic camp again to provoke, but the other party ignored it completely.

Even if he tried to pull out a few tongues, he was forced to retreat by the tight array of guns.

In order not to make Datou suspicious, Yang Shuang still alternated with Shi Wansui to harass him.

Early in the morning of the second day.

After a full meal last night, my soldiers were in a lot of spirits.

And the Turkic army is already cooking in a pot, as for whether the pieces of meat cooked in the pot are human or horse, it has nothing to do with Yang Shuang.

All he knew was that hungry people would be very tired for a while after eating!

Stopping the people who were about to rush to kill, Yang Shuang shouted in a low voice: "Don't rush, wait until you get to the gate of the camp, provoke first, and then charge!" ”

Shi Wanzai and the others nodded knowingly.

The Turks did not believe that they would launch a general attack this morning.

And Yang Shuang was dragging the horse and carrying the battle shield, and Shi Shiran walked to the gate of the camp.

"Datou, your turtle son come out and die quickly!"