Chapter 116 The slave who does not abandon his companions

People's sustenance tends to change with the change of environment.

Naturally, Tiexinyuan in Tokyo is not as broad-minded as Tiexinyuan in Yangguan.

When he was in Tokyo, he just wanted to live with his mother well, answer the information of the person he should repay by the way, settle the grudge that he should understand, and finally live his life peacefully with the person he likes.

Time passed, and when he came to Yangguan, he was divided into the vast camp of the Han people by the remnants of the ruins here.

The starry sky of Yangguan is extremely gorgeous, and the air is clear, so the field of vision is extremely far.

There are more stars here than there are in Tokyo's sky, and the Milky Way stretches overhead, which makes the magical legends in Tetsu Xingen's heart even more lively.

"Lao Xu, have you heard the story of the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl?" Tie Xinyuan asked in a low voice, worried that a loud sound would destroy this quiet space.

"Lao Tzu is the Cowherd, and my wife is the Weaver Girl, or it is not as good as the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl.

It doesn't have to be a few years for Lao Tzu to go to the Western Regions, and the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl can see each other at least once a year on the seventh day of July. ”

Xu Dongsheng didn't feel sleepy anymore, and added a little firewood to the fire and replied randomly.

"You don't lack women......"

"You know a fart, a wife and a woman are two different things, even if Lao Tzu tastes all the women in the world, there is still only one wife, help me give birth to a baby in Jingzhao's hometown."

Tie Xinyuan decided not to discuss this issue with Xu Dongsheng, the powerful mushroom powder could be used by him as a rejuvenating medicine, and what else could stop him.

"When I was six years old, my wife brought my wife to me, and we grew up together...... Later, she gave birth to a baby for me, and then she kept giving birth, giving birth to seven ...... The longer the appearance, the uglier it becomes, and the temper grows bigger and bigger. Lao Tzu is becoming more and more inseparable from her...... Later, if you want to sleep soundly, you have to ...... in her bed."

Xu Dongsheng's nagging voice was like a background voiceover in this world, but Tie Xinyuan's body and mind sank into the brilliant starry sky again.

A fire broke out in the Temple of Leiyin, and the rockets of the Persian knights were the culprit.

The Western Xia army, which had formed a battle array, was still tirelessly fighting with the cavalry that swirled around them.

The last bell rang, caused by the collapse of the bell tower, and the sound was so muffled that Mu Sing could even see the abbot of the Lei Yin Temple sitting in the midst of the raging fire chanting.

Shazhou City, not far away, was also in flames at this time, which was different from the last fire. This time, the whole city was turned into a huge fireground.

The burning Shazhou City and the burning Leiyin Temple like a bonfire illuminate the battlefield like the white sun.

I couldn't hear the drums of war, I didn't hear the horns, and everyone was fighting to their heart's content.

The women and children had been killed and wounded, and they hid in the Leiyin Temple, but they could not escape the engulfment of the fire.

The horses are neighing, the warriors are roaring, the bowstrings are ringing. Feathered arrows are flying.

The knight on the horse fell to the ground, and the warrior on the ground fell to the dust, and life was as cheap as mustard.

The Tangut people fought to the death and did not retreat, and the army formation of 500 people was like a beast that devoured the Persians there wherever it went.

There are only ten slave knights left who can fight. The remaining eight either rushed into the enemy formation and perished with the enemy, or were entangled by countless Tanguts, and then dragged down from their horses and cut into meat sauce.

They were so far ahead that the rest of the Persians could not penetrate even the line of Tangut civilians. The crazy Tanguts used knives and teeth to drag the brigade of Persian knights to death in front of the gate of Leiyin Temple.

The advantage of a ragtag army ruled by the gods is that they have a strong fighting spirit at the beginning. If the war goes well, they will be able to do even things that they would not be able to do on a normal day.

However, once the war reaches a stalemate, the cherishing of life will sooner or later prevail over the veneration of the gods.

The attack of the Persian knights was no longer as sharp as it had been at the beginning, and the slave knights who rushed to the front and did not have their comrades to protect their backs also fell

Musin's face was not pretty, he could not have imagined that he would encounter such resolute resistance here.

More than half of the Persian knights had already suffered casualties.

The slave knight's scimitar had cracked, and after fending off the mace again, Damascus finally broke in two, and a spear flew from the side, piercing through his armor and body, as well as through the horse beneath him, condensing him into a statue in an instant.

Seeing the death of the strong enemy, the Western Xia warriors suddenly stopped fighting, and invariably used long knives and fists to beat their breastplates or chests, and let out a wolf-like howl from their mouths.

I don't know who roared angrily, "Die!" The phalanx immediately turned into a sharp array.

Mu Sin's pupils shrank suddenly, and the Tanguts were about to defend and attack, so he had to mobilize the Persian knights to form a formation, ready to use the longbow to consume the last strength of the Tanguts.

Only to find that the brave Amal brandished his scimitar and slammed into the tip of the Blade Array.

The leading Western Xia warrior was a strong man like a mountain, and when he saw Amal rushing towards him, he smirked and took five steps forward, placing the six-foot-long sword in his hand across his chest.

The ring of the chopping knife was tied to the wide leather waist guard, and the body rotated, and the chopping knife with the power of the waist swept out like a white horse.

Amar let out a loud cry and pressed his body tightly against the horse's back, this knife had the power of earth-shattering, and it was impossible for human beings to stop it.

The horse's head flew up, along with Amal's helmet and a layer of scalp.

His body slammed to the ground like a scale, and before he could get up, two spears pierced into his shoulder blades, and after two loud shouts, his heavy body was picked up by the spears, and then slammed into the Persian cavalry behind him.

Musin witnessed the entire process of Amar's death, and also noticed a trace of confusion among the sand pirates under the command of Amar.

At the first moment, he gave the order to the remaining slave knights to retreat.

After the order was issued, he stepped on his war horse and without hesitation turned around and galloped towards the dark Gobi Desert.

There is already a hint of fish belly white on the horizon, and the sun is about to rise.

Musin thought back to his arrangement over and over again, and he found that there was nothing wrong with it.

More than 3,000 Persians, who attacked the Tanguts with only more than 1,000 soldiers, and the sneak attack was successful.

Both slave and Persian knights fought valiantly on the battlefield, and Musin witnessed the bravery of the Persians.

Although the battle had some results, it did not achieve complete victory.

Shazhou City was destroyed, Leiyin Temple was destroyed, and only seven or eight hundred people were left who were slaughtered by the Tangut people.

However, it was he who escaped......

When the sun rose, Musin prayed with his face to the holy city.

This time he was more religious than ever.

He wanted to prove that his wise elder was indeed the wisest of all the clansmen, but he reaped a war in Shazhou that was not completely won.

Could it be that Hawthorne's theory is correct?

Does it mean that the conquest of a race must begin with their souls?

And the soul is a realm that only God can set foot in.

After the prayer was completed, Musin was not only not enlightened, but even more confused.

There was a roar of rage behind him, and he looked back to find his personal guard Cyrus scolding the three slave knights.

Musin didn't want to pay attention, the invincible slave knight deserved the supreme respect, and the defeated slave knight was nothing, especially the wounded slave knight, and was worthless.

Mu Xin got on his horse and continued to gallop in the direction of Yangguan, and by tomorrow at the latest, he must leave the territory of the Tanguts, otherwise the Xiping army of Guazhou would kill all the Persians and Albanians here, and string the corpses on poles for public display.

The army was getting smaller and smaller, and when Musin saw his caravan at the beacon mound, there were less than a hundred men left with him.

The rest of the knights returned to their caravans, and the sand thieves disappeared without a trace on the battlefield.

If Musin hadn't ordered a retreat at the first opportunity, the knights in the caravan would have been ruthlessly abandoned by the sand thieves.

After learning that Xu Dongsheng and Tie Xinyuan had gone to Yangguan to explore the way, Mu Xin finally put his mind at ease.

Tie Xinyuan was just a candidate for Hawthorne's experiment, and before this war, Musin did not think very highly of this man, although this young man showed a sophistication and wisdom that was not at all commensurate with his age, and such a person, although few, could still be found in Persia and the Holy City.

And in Hawthorne's plan to teach the world, this yellow-skinned, black-eyed, black-haired young man of the Song Kingdom is indispensable.

The wounded Persian Albanians were sent to camels, and no one paid attention to the three slave knights, who were badly wounded.

They did not seem to complain, but silently helped their companions to bind their wounds, and then carried them on their backs with ropes, and then mounted their horses and followed the camel caravan slowly.

There were only seven slave knights removed from the battlefield, including three knights who were seriously wounded, and the remaining eleven knights were all lost in front of the Leiyin Temple.

Musin frowned as he listened to what Cyrus had just learned.

After the attack on Leiyin Temple, there was a beacon fire pier where wolf smoke was burned, although he didn't know whether the wolf smoke had reached Guazhou, he had to take precautions.

The caravan sped up the journey, discarding all the goods that were not needed, and Musin demanded that every subordinate travel lightly.

The slave knights preferred to abandon their water bladders rather than their companions, and they were bound with ropes so strong that no matter how angry the caravan men were, they were uncompromising.

Musin looked coldly at the scarred slave warriors and their tired horses, and said to Cyrus: "Go, if they can't keep up, it's the will of the gods." (To be continued.) )

PS: Chapter 1