The morning mist rises to obscure the dawn, and you sleepwalk in your tent.

The robe roared, but the knife had broken through his chest.

The enemy cavalry crushed the pastoral dream, drew the sword and hesitated.

Three hundred sons and daughters shed blood, teach me how to see my father?

Leng Zheng looked up to the sky and sighed, his three hundred sons and daughters had not yet shed blood, but there was not much left. The soldiers who fell in the distance were enough for him to have no shame to see his father and mother. The enemy attack was so fast that many of them had died under the enemy's indiscriminate arrows before they could even run out of their tents.

Even his cold expedition almost became a prisoner of the enemy.

Just now, a few flying claws hung up on his tent, and the cavalry who threw them urged their horses to pull them up with ease.

The lifted tent fluttered in the air, then collapsed in the fire. The sky that suddenly appeared in the field of vision made Leng Zheng suddenly feel the powerlessness of life.

Several small bosses had surrounded him in the middle. They instigated their horses to circle around, and from time to time they let out a shrill cheer.

There was a reason for the cheers, this time they had gained a lot, especially the three hundred war horses of the Han army, which were captured by them at the first moment of the charge, and according to the rules of the steppe, those were already their property. Looking at their fat and strong appearance, the warriors were already smiling.

After capturing the horses, the battle became easier, and the infantry basically had no advantage over the cavalry, not to mention that these Han people seemed to have just woken up, and they were sleepy-eyed. And there wasn't much combat power.

Leng Zheng forced himself to calm down, observing the last few people who were still resisting not far away.

Their shouts of killing were very loud, but they could not dispel the dense fog that enveloped them, let alone the killing intent that was stronger than the dense fog.

The Yue's cavalry wielded their scimitars constantly, sometimes only tentatively, but sometimes with a single fatal blow.

Hou Xuan stood silently among them, quietly watching the robes die one after another, without the slightest superfluous expression on his face, as if all this had become commonplace.

Standing beside him was Yang Dayan, who was holding a long knife. He is the product of Leng Zheng's successive poaching efforts. Suning did not hand over Guan Yu and other friends to Leng Zheng, but instead sent him, the most trusted summoner, to the army. This may confuse the other summoners, but Yang Dayan knows his mission, he needs to use his military skills to climb through the Han system, and grasp as much real power as possible before the chaos comes.

However, the plan seems to be going bankrupt, and someone is trying to remove his own head.

The corners of his mouth coldly outlined a hint of a gloomy smile.

- Want to kill me? You're still far from it.

The Yueshi cavalry, who was besieging them, all looked at these Han troops for a long time. The best hunters on the steppe will treat their desperate prey with this attitude.

However, they clearly overestimated their advantage, and saw a shiny long knife, spinning and flying out, right into the throat of a warrior.

All the Yueshi people were shocked. They've seen bows and arrows, they've seen throwing knives, they've seen throwing spears, but they've never seen anyone who can throw a knife of this length.

Just when they were surprised, a burly figure rushed out, his agile skills were so fast that people couldn't see clearly, and in an instant, he held the long knife that had just flown out in his hand, and then he turned around, and quickly slashed down another warrior next to him.

The warrior's howl awakened his companions. How could the cavalry of the Yue Clan be so easy to bully, they all brandished their swords and rushed angrily towards the burly Yang Dayan.

However, their movements were slow after all, and just as the warrior had fallen, a glaring gap flashed out. The candidate hiding in the Han army had already prepared, only to hear the sound of a string, and a feathered arrow quickly flew through the crowd and into the distance.

Leng Zheng, who heard the sound, showed a sly smile, and the little leaders who were teasing him couldn't help but be puzzled, and one of them stepped forward and asked, "You're going to die, what's so funny?" ”

There was a "poof" sound, and someone really died.

The little leader who stepped forward was obviously very familiar with this sound, and she didn't know how many times she had heard it on the grassland, whether it was the prey being shot or the enemy being killed, it was the sound of a bow and arrow entering the flesh.

This time, however, the situation seemed to be different, and it was neither the prey nor the enemy that was shot, but his companion, another small leader standing right behind him.

Everyone was obviously taken aback, but they didn't expect that the Han army had already been killed and wounded, and there were still people who could shoot their own leaders. They involuntarily looked in the direction where the bows and arrows were flying, but they saw that only the remaining three or four Han troops were still resisting.

In the blink of an eye, another one fell among the three or four people, but that person was neither a candidate nor Yang Dayan.

The latter was wielding a long knife to take a horse, and the former jumped forward, holding an arrow directly in his right hand and stabbing it into the throat of an enemy.

The man rolled over and fell from his horse, and the candidate took the opportunity to take the reins.

The two of them shot from a distance and fought in close combat, and they fought hard to make a bloody path and rushed towards the leaders.

The leaders, who were accustomed to serving prisoners of war and slaves, had gradually been corrupted by the rich life, and now they were no longer skilled in swords, bows and horses, and they were somewhat frightened and helpless in the face of such a overwhelming impact.

Just as they were stunned, one of them suddenly attacked, only to hear him roar, and the long sword cut through the smoke that had become thin, and slashed the head of the other small leader into the air.

Leng Zheng let out a long howl, grabbed the horse and fled.

Everyone just woke up, and they chased after the horses.

Behind them, however, there was a constant stream of whooshing sounds. Hou Xuan's heart was even more happy, and this group of guys seemed to have forgotten that he and Yang Dayan were on the way to charge.

It's been a long time since I've experienced the feeling of a prey actively entering the shooting realm.

It didn't take long for the candidate to put down half of them, and the rest of them peeked behind in fear, only to see Yang Dayan brandishing a long knife to kill the general. They had just taken Leng Zheng as their prey, but in the blink of an eye, they had fallen into the prey of others.

In Yang Dayan's era, Liangzhou was even more chaotic than it is now. So he knew how to escape for his life, and he just made a show, and later took the candidate to chase Leng Zheng.

Behind him, several Han soldiers who were fighting with them just now had already been shot by the Yue's cavalry.

At the same time, Song Yang slowly walked into the battlefield under the escort of his own soldiers.

He saw a successful raid, but also a successful escape.

He called out to the leader of the Yue Clan, and said with a sullen face, "You should know what trouble they will cause us after they escape? ”

The leader struck his hand on his chest and bowed: "The villain will lead his subordinates to chase after him, and never let them stab this matter to the court." ”

Song Yang nodded with satisfaction: "You are very good, just do it according to your ideas, after success, I will reward your tribe with 1,000 cattle and sheep, but if it fails, your Xiaoyue clan will have to leave the Huangzhong region and migrate to the west of the Green Ridge like the Dayue clan!" ”

The leader looked at Song Yang in surprise, he didn't expect the punishment to be so severe. The middle of Huangshui is their last pasture, and if it is lost, it will put the tribe in an existential crisis.

"The villain knows." He immediately answered the errand, but did not turn away, but continued after a moment of hesitation, "Among that group of Han troops, there are quite a few skilled archers and horses. The villain believes that those people may be high-ranking officers, and this pursuit must be foolproof. ”

"What do you want to say?"

"Villain...... "The leader of the Yue clan swallowed his saliva and strengthened his courage to say, "The villain wants to borrow Childe's personal soldiers. ”

Song Yang's eyes immediately became dangerous. This look frightened the leader of the Yue clan and hurriedly knelt down and begged for mercy, declaring that he had no intention of rebelling.

In fact, he Song is a person who doesn't have to be like this. Most of the soldiers were his cronies, and even if the leader of the Yue clan ordered them to rebel, they would only be killed immediately.

But to survive in Liangzhou, we must not forget deterrence at any time. Song Yang had almost developed such a habit, and when he encountered such a slightly excessive request, he had to pretend to be angry in order to be encouraged. As for the request of the leader of the Yue clan, of course, he agreed "reluctantly" in the end.

Sure enough, the leader of the Yue clan touched the ground with his head in gratitude. With the help of his own soldiers, without him, he would be more sure to recover the fleeing Han army, which was related to the life and death of his entire tribe.

Watching him turn over and lead the crowd away, Song Yang's eyes showed a hint of fierceness.

No matter what the purpose of this Han army was here, after this battle, even if the pursuit was successful, the imperial court would send personnel to investigate. He needed to go back to his father right away to discuss what to do.

……

urgently needs to find someone to discuss countermeasures, as well as Song Yang's younger brother Song Jian. Two days after the Battle in the Mist, he unexpectedly received a book from Zhao Si. On the cover of the regular script "The Records of the Sins of the Song Family".

The unfriendly title alone was enough to shock Song Jian. He hurriedly asked Zhao Si where this book came from. Zhao Si replied that he had picked it up from the street. When he found out, many people were also picking it up, and it is estimated that the contents of the book had already spread by this time.

What's in the book? What can this book be about? Naturally, it was a verbal criticism that exposed the past crimes of his Song family. I'm going to be drowned in saliva now.

Not long ago, he used rumors to try to slander Suning. Unexpectedly, it didn't take long for him to become a victim of a similar trick.

Of course, he would not admit that everything in the book was true. At the same time, he also guessed the initiator of the incident. That kid surnamed Su seems to be on the same page as his Song family. This time, I'm afraid I'll have to use the connections I've accumulated over the years to go all out to deal with him.

Zhao Si didn't know that he had a plan in his heart, so he stood aside with his waist bent and Zhao Si suggested: "Childe, you better take a look at the contents, we may be able to be like Suning, openly refute them one by one, and then we can prove our innocence......"

With a "snap" slap, Song Jian turned Zhao Si around and scolded: "You idiot." He Suning has no roots in Liangzhou. Of course, there are not many grievances that can be found, and the number is easy to explain. But my Song family has been operating in Liangzhou for a long time, and if I really want to find out some problems, I am afraid that it will involve all aspects, how can I explain it clearly in a few words. ”

Zhao Si covered his face and looked at Song Jian pitifully, but he didn't expect that his son-in-law was still very self-aware. But he couldn't say this, otherwise he would have to spin in circles like a spinning top, so he pretended to ask for advice and asked, "That son, what do we have to do?" ”

Song Jian, who is a good teacher, impatiently said: "I have my own clever plan for your son-in-law." ”