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As Qi Yade fell asleep, in the mountains and forests north of Tuozhi City, the rain hit the layers of leaves, from high to low, and converged into a thin stream and sloping down. The whole forest seems to have turned into a world of waterfalls.

"Whoosh!" A feathered arrow pierced through the waterfall like an eye, viciously piercing the throat of one of the Khorasan cavalrymen.

When the Khorasan cavalry fell into the muddy water with an arrow, more Khorasan cavalry urged their horses, stepped over the corpse of the robe, and continued to charge. They were obviously afraid of the longbow against the shǒu, and they threw their short spears in their hands in the direction where the feathered arrows were flying.

Seven or eight short spears swept over the branches and through the leaves, splashing more raindrops, but hòu stuck diagonally into the muddy ground and did not hit any target.

"Where are the enemies hiding?" The Khorasan cavalry exchanged glances with each other, nervously searching the surroundings. But the rain curtain made them not see too far away.

"Whoosh!" Another arrow killed, but it came from an angle that the Khorasan cavalry could not have imagined.

Another round of short spears was thrown, and several of them seemed to hit something. The Khorasan cavalry excitedly went to inspect it, only to find that the short spear had only penetrated into the trunk of the tree.

Several Khorasan cavalrymen angrily drew their long knives and slashed into the air. Since following the governor across the Wuhu River, they had never fought such a humiliating battle.

Fangcai, thanks to the guidance and assistance of the Qarluqs, hundreds of Khorasan cavalry unknowingly touched the temporary camp of the Beiting Ya soldiers.

Under the cover of night and thunder, they suddenly appeared like ghosts, first throwing short spears, and then hòu swung their swords to kill, slaughtering the sleeping Tang army. Many Beiting Ya soldiers were harvested and killed by the big food scimitar while they were still asleep.

However, in the blink of an eye, more than 100 Tang troops died. It was only by this time that the Khorasan cavalry met resistance.

The surviving Tang army grabbed Wu Qì and began to resist, riding on foot and fighting with all their might. However, they were already outnumbered, and they were attacked by a camp that they thought were safe, and they did not know the identity of the enemy, so they could not help but panic, and they could not resist the advance of the Khorasan cavalry.

The desperate resistance of the Beiting Ya soldiers only allowed them to live a few more moments. Soon, the camp was covered with the corpses of the Tang army. On the periphery of the campsite, from time to time there was the sound of bows and arrows breaking through the air and people falling to the ground. It was the Qarluq cavalry killing the fish that had escaped on horseback.

Hundreds of horses of the Tang army were either tied to trees or scurrying around in the woods like headless flies. They mourned when they saw their masters dead. Among the panicked horses, only a lightning-white horse leisurely walked around a few large trees.

"One hundred and fifteen?" The Khorasan cavalry counted several times, but could not find enough of one hundred and seventeen corpses.

While the Khorasan cavalry's forces were concentrated on the ground, a tall spruce tree, with angry eyes, stood on a solid branch, drew his bow like a full moon, and aimed his cold arrows at the enemy below.

On a pine tree not far away, a thin monkey with a light body hugged the trunk tightly, and his eyes were smoking.

The rain is getting heavier and heavier, and if it is an ordinary bow, it will inevitably be greatly weakened in such a humid environment. However, the sun-chasing bow in Ma Luan's hand is a famous bow carefully selected from the Chang'an arsenal, and the bow is not only pasted with waterproof birch bark, but also coated with a layer of fine lacquer, and the waterproof performance far exceeds that of other bows and crossbows.

Just now, after sending away Mou Ra Sihan, Ma Lan didn't even bother to take off his armor, climbed into the tent and fell asleep.

Since the breakthrough to the south, Ma Lu's nerves have been highly tense, constantly pondering how to get rid of the pursuers and arrive at Tuozhi City as soon as possible.

Now, Gao Xianzhi has agreed to go north to rescue, and Ge Lulu, as a pioneer, set off overnight. A big stone in Ma Lan's heart fell to the ground, and he was finally able to sleep beautifully.

In his dreams, when he imagined charging into battle, breaking the army of food, and avenging the death of his brothers, Ma Lan suddenly heard the anxious neighing of Flying Frost and the thump of his hooves on the ground.

Ever since Yi Bohai tamed Feishuang, Ma Lan has a special understanding of the habits of his foal, and knows that he will never make noise for no reason.

As soon as Ma Lan emerged from the tent, he keenly recognized the rumbling of horses' hooves under the cover of thunder.

"Enemy attack!?" Ma Lan knows that coming uninvited in the middle of the night is definitely friend or foe. He kicked up the thin monkey closest to him, and was about to call the Beiting Tooth soldiers to meet the enemy, when hundreds of short spears were already mixed with wind and thunder, and many tents were pierced by short spears in an instant, and the cries of pain came one after another.

The enemy was menacing, and when Ma Lu grabbed the bow and quiver with one hand, and was about to kill the enemy desperately, he heard the thin monkey shouting above his head: "Chief, the enemy has hundreds of horses, hurry up the tree." ”

The moment Ma Ling hesitated, another round of short spears shot out. He quickly swung his sword to block, knocking a short spear into the air.

"Khorasan cavalry?" The familiar short spear allowed Ma Lu to roughly guess the identity of the enemy. He looked back, but saw that more Beiting Ya soldiers had no time to resist, and they had died tragically in their dreams.

Seeing that the general trend had gone and he was powerless to return to the sky, Ma Luan's heart burned with the flame of revenge, and he swung his knife to cut Feishuang's horse rope, and then hòu grabbed his hands and feet, and climbed a tall spruce tree.

As soon as Ma Lan hid in the trees, hundreds of Khorasan cavalry slaughtered out of the rain and fog and slaughtered in the camp of the Beiting Ya soldiers.

At this time, many Beiting Ya soldiers had already woken up, some of them chose zé to resist desperately, and some chose zé to turn over and try to escape from the slaughter field on a rainy night.

Ma Lan saw the familiar brothers lying in a pool of blood on the tree, and he hated it, but he had nothing to do but pray that the brothers would escape the killing of the Khorasan cavalry.

Indeed, several horsemen had escaped through the gaps in the Khorasan cavalry, and as soon as Ma Lan breathed a sigh of relief, he heard the sound of arrows breaking through the air, the sound of corpses falling to the ground, and the sound of horses screaming and mourning in the wind and rain.

"Qarluk!" The horses were pursued by the Khorasan cavalry for several days, and knew full well that the long-range weapons they preferred to use were short spears rather than bows and arrows. Therefore, the only people who hunted and killed the Beiting Ya soldiers on the periphery could only be the Qarluqs.

At the same time, this also explains why the Khorasan cavalry was able to sneak into the camp of the Beiting Army on a stormy night.

"Plotting Montenegro, you thief! This revenge will not be avenged! I swear not to be a man! Thinking of Fang Cai Mo Sihan's expression of touching the jade pendant, Ma Lu subconsciously felt that it must be the greedy Mo Ra Black Mountain who betrayed the Tang Dynasty.

While Ma Luan's heart was churning with anger, he also sensibly realized that the most important thing at the moment was to survive and pass on the news of the Qarluq rebellion as soon as possible.

Why did the Qarluqs rebel? How to deal with such an unexpected shock? These issues are what Wang Duhu, Gao Jieshuai and others need to think about, but they are not Ma Lu's top priority.

Ma Lan thought that the Khorasan cavalry would retreat after the slaughter, but he and the thin monkey took the opportunity to flee and rushed back to Tuozhi City.

When he saw the Khorasan cavalry counting the corpses of the brothers one by one and sending people to look for the corpses outside the camp, Ma Lu's heart cooled down a little under the wind and rain: "Damn the Black Mountain, he actually sent someone to secretly count the number of our army!" ”

"What should I do?" Ma Lu was thinking about it when he suddenly heard the low strange cry of the night owl in the rain.

"Where did the night owls come from when the rain is so heavy?" Ma Lan was stunned, and listened to the thin monkey's voice floating low.

"Boss, I'll go down to attract the enemy's attention, and you take the opportunity to kill it!"

Before Ma Lan could say anything to stop it, the thin monkey deftly slipped down from the tree, touched a war horse, and rushed out.

The wind and thunder were blowing, the rain was falling, and the thin monkey rode his horse under the cover of wind and rain and rushed out nearly a hundred paces before he was noticed by the Khorasan cavalry.

More than a dozen short spears were fast and fast, like a dense group of comets, flying towards the thin monkey.

The thin monkey swung his horizontal knife, struggling to block the left and right, knocking away several short spears that were the most threatening.

Before he could breathe a sigh of relief, another batch of short spears flew behind him.

The thin monkey listens to the sound and distinguishes the position, and slams the horse's belly. The horse neighed and leaped hard, dodging the attack of the short spear.

Just as the four hooves of the war horse were about to hit the ground, several short spears suddenly came and pierced deep into the horse's back. The horse's blood splattered, staining the surrounding rain crimson.

The horse screamed repeatedly, and the pain in its back made it fall to its knees. When the hot horse's blood stained his back, the thin monkey hurriedly pulled his foot out of the stirrup, jumped on the saddle, and jumped down.

In the temporary camp of the Beiting Army, many war horses that had lost their owners galloped around. Like a dexterous ape, the thin monkey tossed and jumped among the horses, shielding himself with the body of a war horse.

The Khorasan cavalry urged the horses to surround the thin monkey as they dismounted and ran. However, they were blocked by the scattered Beiting War Horses, and they were unable to catch the thin monkey for a while.

Ma Lan stood on the branch of the tree, looking at the thin monkey who was struggling to support in the wind and rain, and the tears of the boy who had not fallen easily, shed a lot of tears.

Wiping his eyes indiscriminately, Ma Lu quietly climbed down. Feishuang smelled the master's breath and immediately slid under the tree.

Ma Lan jumped softly on Feishuang's back, listening carefully to the various sounds in the wind and rain, trying to find a gap in the Khorasan cavalry.

Ma Lan vaguely felt that there seemed to be fewer Khorasan cavalry in the west, and was about to touch that side, when he suddenly heard the friction of sharp weapons wafting into the wind, the muffled snort of thin monkeys, and the strange laughter of Khorasan cavalry.

Ma Lu could tell that the thin monkey was enduring the severe pain and was reluctant to scream.

"Skinny Monkey!" Ma Lan looked at the corpses of the tooth soldiers all over the ground with teary eyes, thinking that the thin monkey was in danger, and his hands involuntarily opened his bow and arrows.

A carved feather broke through the rain curtain and flew to the sound of strange laughter, plunging into the chest of one of the Khorasan cavalrymen.

The Khorasan cavalry was not angry, but left the thin monkey wounded in the calf, and threw himself in the direction where the feathered arrow was fired.

Before the men and horses arrived, the short spear went first. Several spears were fired, but the sound of hitting the target was not heard at all.

The Khorasan cavalry was stunned, and the feathered arrows were actually shot from the side. Another cavalryman was shot and fell to the ground.

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