Herrahan snorted a few times. Vaguely feel that something is wrong? He called a young man: "Take a few people to the front, I remember there is a small town in the valley." Go and tell those people that, if they know each other, they will obediently prepare food and grass for the army and arrange accommodation. If they are stubborn, don't talk to them, just come back and tell them. ”

As his subordinates were about to receive the order to leave, Herahan admonished: "There are high mountains along the way, beware of ambushes, and if you see signs of ambushes, immediately retreat to the mountain pass, and we will divert the route."

After seeing his subordinates leave, Herrahan ordered his subordinates to rest on their horses, check their armaments, and be ready for battle at any time.

Due to circumstances, the Uighurs had only civilian guns in their hands, and even in yesterday's battle, they were unable to capture the standard weapons of the Xia army.

Those hateful Xia soldiers, they took most of their weapons with them when they retreated, and the few that could not be taken away also tried their best to destroy them. Herrahan knew that this was a tradition of the Xia army, but now he deeply realized how much trouble it had caused him.

It's okay to beat the wolves with these guns, but if the two armies really fight, they still can't catch it. Otherwise, yesterday's battle would not have suffered so great losses. The training is not as good as the people, the equipment is not as good as the people, and everything is not as good as the people, and Herrahan knows that he and the regular army of the Xia State are tough and tough, and there is absolutely no good end.

I'm afraid not to mention a tough confrontation with the regular army, even if it is a fight with the militia, these nomads who have been deliberately weakened by the Xia Kingdom for hundreds of years may not necessarily be able to gain the upper hand.

Herrahan waited patiently for the scout he sent out to reciprocate. The valley reminded him of his youth—the Xia army chasing the rebellious Turks in the valleys of the Tocharian Basin, but sometimes the chase turned into an ambush, and in the mountains of the Hindu Kush, the slightest mistake in the commander could turn the elite ace troops into tigers in the quagmire.

Be careful to sail the ship of ten thousand years, these are the words handed to him by his father. This is true of being a human being, and the same is true of fighting a war.

The young man who was sent to reconnoiter the valley was called Kara, a distant nephew of Herrahan. He was only twenty-two years old and one of the first young men in the tribe to follow the black-clad missionaries. The biggest difference between him and his uncles and grandparents was that he had never really seen the iron hooves of the Xia army, but had only heard from stories how the great Uighur Khanate had been destroyed by the Han Chinese in the distant past.

Restore the Khanate and rebuild the royal court. The Uighur youth thought so. But if it were only on a tribal basis, I am afraid that the Uighurs would have killed two-thirds of themselves just to determine who was the true owner of the Uighur Khan's tent. Fortunately, with the black-clad missionaries, the Uighurs could finally unite again in the name of the same faith to restore the great khanate.

Kara rode into the valley with some of her closest companions, and the terrain made them feel that her uncle's caution was indeed necessary—the valley was flanked on both sides by wooded mountains, and in the middle of the valley was a wide, gentle stream that flowed from east to west. Along the valley there is a gravel road about five meters wide that leads to the market town in the valley.

Kara led the people down the road, and when they saw a few pretty houses, they also saw the hunters with guns guarding behind the deer village.

The mayor stood on a wooden crate and held a microphone rolled up in newspaper: "Hey, you strangers. Whence you came from, go back. Brookwood is our home, and we won't let you jackals spoil it! ”

Although the mayor of the town has made it very clear. But Kara, who is not afraid of tigers as a newborn calf, still has to give it a try. He raised his shotgun and fired a shot into the sky: "Everyone in the town listens. We are the vanguard of the Uighur Khanate, and you are ......"

Before he could finish speaking, the townspeople who didn't know who fired a shot, and the bullet grazed Kara's horse and flew past, startling his horse and struggling on the spot. Kara managed to control her mount with ease, but her momentum was gone. After scolding in Uighur in annoyance, he turned his horse's head and prepared to go back to his uncle to tell his uncle that he would not give up until this town called Ximu Town was turned into a sea of blood like Keno City!

As they rode back the way they came, on the other side of the stream, in the treetop hut of a ranger, a long, high-precision shotgun was aimed at the body of the leader, Kara, and the black veteran with his hand on the trigger muttered, "It's much easier than shooting." ”

After a gunshot, Kara's body fell into the stream, and his companions looked around in panic, but could not find the sniper's location.

Helpless, they had no choice but to take Kara's body back out of the valley. When Herrahan heard of his nephew's shameless attack, he couldn't help but spark the flames of revenge in him.

"These despicable villains, I must make them pay with blood!"

Herrahan immediately ordered an army of 500 men to be prepared and enter the valley. At the same time, he sent a herald to immediately speed up the march of the large group that followed him, and prepared to spend the night in the valley.

Along the road, 500 men and horses slowly entered the valley in two long columns. The hunters crouching on the sniper stand looked in the direction of the town, the tallest building in the town was a bell tower, and now there was a blue flag floating on it, which meant that the soldiers did not move, and when all five hundred people entered the valley, the flag on the bell tower turned orange. The snipers begin to find their own targets, patiently waiting for the most suitable opportunity.

Huang Taiji, who was standing on the bell tower, held up his binoculars and watched the Uighur horses get closer and closer, and it was only after they were about halfway across the wooden bridge that he said to a child beside him: "Well, now is the right time!" ”

"Boom!" After an explosion, the wooden bridge flew into the sky, and the Uighurs who were on the bridge fell into the stream with their men and horses, although fortunately the stream was not very deep and not urgent, but the unlucky ones on the bridge were all seriously injured, and some of them were just above the explosion point, and were blown downstream by the men and horses, and fell on a reef and died on the spot.

The whole team immediately went into disarray.

Before Herahan could give any orders, he didn't know where another bullet flew, and several riders fell off their horses on the spot!

"Be careful! There are snipers! "Herakhan's head was hot, as if he had returned to his boyhood in the Hindu Kush, the neighing of camels and horses. A panicked counterattack, as well as a calm kill by the opponent. At that time, he was still a child, and he watched a large living person being shot down from a horse by a cold gun flying from nowhere, and the screams of the wounded made the scene even more chaotic.

Herahan climbed off his horse and found that the situation was quite unfavorable for him: the blown up wooden bridge had split his troops in two, and the snipers with cold guns seemed to be on all sides, all lying on the ground, hiding behind rocks, trembling and not moving.

Herrahan felt a burst of fire, he knew this feeling after being ambushed, powerlessness, fear, all of them came to his heart for a while-even the elite Xia Kingdom team, after being ambushed by the Turks, could only fight and retreat. The enemy is dark and I am clear, the enemy occupies the advantage of ambush, if at this time you have to recklessly rush past, then it is a pig!

"Look for cover and find where those cowards are hiding!"

He shouted hoarsely, but the scene was chaotic, and someone tried to escape on horseback, only to be targeted by the hunters.

Fortunately, these cowards attracted the attention of the hunters, and Herahan finally saw that in the canopy of the trees on the slopes of the mountain, there were some dark brown huts, and an object with a long pole sticking out of the houses was harvesting the life of the steppe warriors little by little.

"Watch out for the huts!" Herahan shouted: "Go to their corner! ”

The Uighurs finally found a way to evade the snipers, using the rocks on the river beach as shelter, and gradually approached the rangers' huts. And once they reach the line of fire or something, the shooters are forced to evacuate from their huts because of the limited firing angles - after all, these huts are designed to patrol the wildfires and not for real military purposes.

With the evacuation of the hunters, the pressure on the Uighurs was greatly reduced. Herrahan hastily gathered his troops and ordered an immediate march to the town of Ximu. He had been so angry that he was about to explode, and now he had only one thought in his mind, and that was to make an example of him.

The Uighurs who had crossed the river formed a loose formation and suppressed the river. They did not dare to take the main road anymore, and they all scattered along the side of the mountain and the water, and sometimes a hare or a wild bird could scare them half to death, not to mention that the hunters sometimes hid in some corner, and quietly came and scared people to death if they missed a cold shot.