As soon as Yang Yu raised his hand, the big gun he held under his armpit was raised and swung, hitting a rout who ran in the wrong direction, bringing up a puddle of blood.

To be precise, this long weapon has a specific name...... "horse lance", the kind used by foot soldiers is called a gun, hardwood sharpened, can be installed with an iron head, can also be restless, and the horse lance, up to eight feet long, is born for horse warfare.

Its front end resembles a shrunken sword, the sword body is columnar and prismatic, with double edges, which can be stabbed, chopped, and even used as a whip, and the triangular sharp edge teeth at the tip are used for armor piercing, and its biggest difference lies in the back of the mallet.

Hardwood is a pole, and it will often be cut off when it encounters great strength, and it is a one-time consumable for foot soldiers, because they can be replaced, and cavalry is different, without long weapons, they can only use horizontal knives, and when they encounter the opponent's spear, they are at a great disadvantage.

Therefore, the lance of the horse lance is not like the wooden pole used in ordinary guns and spears at all, but the main trunk of the finest tough wood, peeled into uniform thickness, and glued. Among them, the oak wood used for the bow is the most, followed by mulberry, oak, and rattan, and the worst has to use bamboo. Soak the fine scorn in oil repeatedly. The bubble is no longer deformed, no longer cracked, and the first step has been completed. This process takes almost a year, after which the strips are removed and dried in the shade for several months. After gluing with high-quality glue paint into a handful of eight lengths, the outer layer is then wound with hemp rope. Wait for the hemp rope to dry thoroughly, apply raw lacquer, and wrap it in arrowroot cloth.

The kudzu cloth is lacquered, dried and wrapped in a layer, until it is cut with a knife, and the mallet makes a metallic sound, but it does not crack, so it is qualified. Then go to its head and tail, truncated to about six zhang. The front is equipped with a stainless steel lance, and the rear is a red copper lance. Constantly adjusted, the qualified standard is to use a hemp rope to hang at the tail of the lance two feet, the whole Zhangba horse lance can be in mid-air like a weighing rod at both ends without falling. In this way, the military commander can ride on the horse, so that he can keep the tip of the lance forward without the slightest effort.

The resulting lance is light, tough, and strong. Generals can charge with horsepower, or swing them in melee combat. It's just that the whole lance takes three years, and the success rate is only 40%, so the cost is surprisingly high. Therefore, since the Han and Tang Dynasties, the horse lance has always been a symbol of the generals from the family.

With the financial resources of the Yang family in Hexi, Yang He, a veteran general who has been in the border for nearly 30 years, can afford to support his children to become a qualified cavalryman, because in the process of his growth, he doesn't know how many such expensive things will be consumed.

This time, Yang Yu's mount couldn't avoid it, and stepped straight over the man's body, and the screams were drowned out in the rumbling hooves, on the battlefield, life is more fragile than ants, this is the law of war.

All the wanderers were the same as him, driving unhurriedly behind the rout, and the speed was much slower than before the contact, and the strange thing was that the Tubo brigade that Yang Yu had been worried about did not appear for a long time, and saw that He Bolao City was in front of him.

At this moment, there was a movement in the rout in front, their escape seemed to be blocked by something, and the whole team was stagnant, if it wasn't for the good control and always maintained a sense of vigilance, Yang Yu's team would definitely crash into it.

As the leader of the team, his speed is also the standard reference for the speed of the whole team, something must have happened in front, maybe the Tubo people are waiting for it, Yang knows that he must make a quick decision, either rush over these routs and bump into the Tubo people head-on, or stop, while there is still a certain distance.

But he didn't make a gesture for a long time, the reason was very simple, what appeared in front of him was not some Tibetan cavalry, but a group of chaotic foot soldiers, they shouted Bolu in their mouths, and they held all kinds of things that could not be called weapons, and their steps were scattered and their goals were firm.

These people are like a reef in the tide, forcibly parting the current, and the foot soldiers who have fled are constantly stopped, listened to their words, and joined in.

"The Tang people burned our home, killed our relatives, and fought with them!"

"Fight!"

The hatred spread quickly, and the fugitives who had turned their backs to them slowly turned around, fear disappeared from their eyes, replaced by anger, and these Bolu people, who had once fought desperately in front of the Po Yi River, once again burst out with unparalleled courage, and actually pounced on the galloping war horse with their bare hands!

Gorou, what did you do?

Yang Yu's heart suddenly became extremely hard, the enemy is the enemy, whether it is a brave enemy or a cowardly enemy, if a cavalry is repelled by the team in front of him, what face does he have to stand in Anxi?

The eight-foot-long lance was lifted by a powerful arm, and with his movements, one by one, the large lance in his hand was raised, and everyone was waiting, the moment the tip of the lance fell forward, that is, when they struck.

The bird of prey stretched out its claws in an instant, just waiting to pounce on its prey!

Even if there are only fifty horsemen, even if the enemy's fresh army is behind, he is not afraid, and what Gorou can do on the side of the Poyi River, Yang Huzi can also do it.

Without looking to the left and right, Yang Yu knew that his subordinates had received instructions, and his elbows sank slightly, so he was ready to lay the big lance flat, and at the same time, his legs were strengthened, and he clamped it fiercely on the horse's belly.

Defeating them, chiseling through them, stepping on their bones, making the enemy tremble in their dreams, facing the whirring wind, Yang Yu's body leaned forward slightly, forming an impact.

At this moment, a shout rang out from all directions, making his forward momentum stagnate, and the big lance in his hand stopped at an angle of forty-five degrees, almost not being able to put it down.

Because in these voices, there are not only local Bolu dialects, but also some Chinese dialects!

"Stop! Stop it! ”

"Our home was burned by the Tubo people, your relatives are not dead, and the Tang people are our saviors!"

"Ahead, is it a pre-Lang Jun? My lord has already taken the city of He Bolao, and please forgive your subordinates! ”

......

The first to react were those local foot soldiers, who fled for a day and a night, hungry and tired, at first sight saw that their homes were destroyed, their relatives did not know their whereabouts, and they were encouraged by the Tibetan people, so they naturally lost their lives, and they were also dead left and right, just like the Tang people fighting.

Unexpectedly, from the jungle on both sides, countless locals ran out, here, the most conspicuous is those big people, and then, some foot soldiers recognized their families, where there is still a trace of fighting.

In this way, the battlefield became a mess, it stands to reason that in this case, no matter what happens, since the battle is already going to be engaged, it will be said after the battle, but Yang Yu still made adjustments in time, because in his eyes, a fiery red battle flag appeared, which was Liu Ji's Qiankeng Recognition Flag!

Even if the Tubo people cheat, they would never think of this, so Yang Pre twisted his hand, and the big lance was turned out of a circle by him with one hand, which was the meaning of returning to the army.

At this time, his war horse was about to rush into the crowd of foot soldiers, because the speed was too fast, he had to tighten the rope with his free hand, and pulled it backwards suddenly, and the sprinting war horse was caught off guard, his front hooves were raised high, and a long neighing sounded from his mouth, just avoiding a frightened foot pawn.

Fifty people rode as one, and all of them completed a turn on the spot without delay, and Yang Yu led the team to a distance of about thirty paces from these Bolu people, still vigilant.

"Pre-Lang Jun, it's really you."

Kang Laosi ran out of breath, holding a long wooden pole in his hand, and the pole was carrying the triangular tooth border flag, Liu Ji asked him to carry it just to prevent accidents, but he didn't expect to use it here.

"Gorou ordered you to wait?" Yang Pre's heart was a little uncomfortable, and the combat exploits in his hands could even fly away?

Kang Laosi didn't hide it from him, and told the cause and effect of the matter one by one, so that Yang Yu had the opportunity to look into the distance, the city scattered on the plain of the river valley had really turned into ashes, it was really a good means, he beckoned his subordinates.

"Send a message to the rear army, our army has successfully taken the city of Hebolao, and the captives have fled when they hear the news, so let them move faster."

Then he jumped off the horse, stuck the lance in the mud, and let out a long breath: "Your master, you don't even leave soup for your brother." ”

"Kang Laosi, do you know the whereabouts of the Tubo people?"