The Varen slaves led by Scheer showed an astonishing desire to win. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Even if the blood on their bodies is pouring out, even if they are blind in one eye, even if the tiger's mouth has been cracked, as long as they can still move, they still join the charging team and rush towards the enemy.

A young warrior with several long knife cuts on his body, blood almost gone, and his left arm had been broken off, hanging limply, like a superfluous ornament. However, he still hugged the horse's neck and joined the charge.

When confronted by the first enemy, the young warrior jumped at the enemy, trying to hold on to the enemy and roll off the horse - in this case, falling from the horse for a long time means death, and countless hooves will trample the fallen horse, but the Khitan warrior who put him on the right side, although surprised and scrambled, still slashed him under the horse with a knife, but the movement was inevitably slowed down.

However, any hesitation in the cavalry hedge was fatal, and in the next instant, the Khitan soldier was cut off his horse.

This situation continued to play out, and the Valen slaves roared and roared, fighting with their scimitars, with their bodies, with their teeth, with their whole people.

There was a brief panic among the Khitans, and the Valen slaves, worthy of being the best warriors in Liaozhou, seized this rare opportunity and took advantage of the opportunity of two charges. There were still about 600 Varen slaves, while the Khitans were less than 400.

When the number of people is about 2,000, the difference of 200 may not have much effect, but to this extent, the difference of 200 people gives the Valen slaves an advantage. Although the Khitans were at a disadvantage, they did not retreat and still launched a charge, showing the courage to match their reputation. A few more charges, and the Khitans were even fewer in number. For the last time, there was only one person left who could pass through the battle, and the Valen slaves, there were more than 300 people.

The only remaining Khitan warrior was badly wounded, covered in blood, and his body was crooked, and he seemed to be barely sitting on his horse. With great difficulty, he tightened the reins and turned the horse's head, trying to drive the horse to charge again, a one-man charge.

The audience was silent, everyone stopped shouting and hustle, and their eyes were fixed on this Khitan warrior. Even the people of Liaozhou were praying that he would not fall off his horse and that he would be able to complete the last charge.

However, in such a fierce battle, even the horse under his crotch could not stand it, and no matter how the Khitan warriors whipped, they refused to take a step, as if they did not want their master to die.

The Khitan warrior had to stick the tip of his knife into the horse's ass before he began to charge.

Although anyone who went up at this time could easily kill him, Sher still solemnly led all the remaining Valen slaves to meet him.

"Kill!" There is only one voice on one side.

"Kill!" On the other side there were more than 300 voices.

Both rushed towards each other, but it was less like a battle and more like a ritual to be done.

The Khitan warrior disappeared between the rolling iron horses in an instant, and everyone saw it, and his eyes at the moment when he was submerged were satisfied.

He has the respect of his opponents, the respect that only a brave warrior deserves.

The thrilling battle was won, but no one cheered, and everyone was moved by the last Khitan warrior.

Sher led the team to retreat, and Temursong immediately announced that the more than 300 Valen slaves would immediately resume their status as herdsmen. More than 300 people cheered together, and many cried out loud, from now on they could have their own tents, cattle and sheep, participate in the distribution of spoils, marry a girl and have children, and all this was exchanged for those companions on the battlefield who could never return.

Because the battle ended in this particular way, the atmosphere for the rest of the day was a bit tragic, with each side sending people to collect the corpses, helping each other in the process, friendly like old friends for many years.

It was dark and the bonfire went up. Yang Yu accompanied the leaders to eat together, and asked Mi Feng to accompany him to inspect the camp, which was a habit developed in the previous march.

As Yang Yu walked, he kept pointing out the shortcomings of the camp, some of the tents were too close and did not open the distance, and they were easy to be attacked by the other party, and some of the trenches were not dug deep enough. After patrolling the headquarters, he didn't finish it, but he also inspected the camps of the nearby departments.

Mi Feng smiled: "I just thought I was cautious enough, but I didn't expect adults to be more cautious than me." Our number is almost five times that of the Khitan, is this still necessary? ”

Yang Yu smiled, lowered his voice and said, "If you win the battle, you definitely don't have to do this, isn't it afraid that you can't beat it." ”

Mi Feng was taken aback: "How can we not beat so many more people than him?" ”

Yang Yu said: "Brother Mi is good at government affairs, and he doesn't understand marching and fighting. A war is not a street fight, and the side with more people will win. Although we have a large number of people, the components are too mixed, and we are temporarily organized, so we can't do it at all. Fortunately, there are two big tribes of Tiele and Su Duo to cushion me, otherwise I would be even more bottomless. ”

Mi Feng said worriedly: "Then you are still fighting with the Khitans today?" Not afraid to annoy them? ”

Yang Yu smiled: "It's okay, it's like this today, it means that I guessed correctly before, Siwan Dan Delan didn't really want to make a big move, this is to test our courage in the afternoon." Besides, if he really fights, and if he wins, it will be a miserable victory, so he will have to give up the position of the boss of the Bandan Department. I guess he's done trying it out, and he knows that we're really moving, and we'll have to send someone to negotiate tomorrow. ”

Mi Feng was relieved at this time, and asked again: "Why are their surnames the same as the tribe?" ”

Yang Yu explained: "The Khitan people don't have a surname at this time, only a name, and there are many duplicate names, and they generally put the tribal name in front to show the difference. ”

Mi Feng said in surprise: "Huh!? Don't have a surname? How can there be no surname? How can you not have a surname? ”

Yang Yu knew that Mi Feng was a scholar with orthodox thoughts, and said with a smile: "What's so strange about this, I also know that there are places where the name is in front and the surname is in the back!" ”

Mi Feng's mind couldn't turn around: "Surname...... How can it be put in the back? ”

While speaking, the two returned to their camp, and Yang Yule said: "The world is so big, there are no surprises. Brother Mi will know later. After saying that, the two went back to their tents and slept.

Yang Yu had to receive and coordinate the tribes, but also had to worry about food, grass and soldiers, so he was really tired, and he fell asleep when he lay down.

Sleeping until midnight, Yang Yu felt that someone was pushing him, Yang Yu struggled to open his eyes, and dimly saw that it was Qibao standing on the edge of the bed, and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?" ”

Qibao said anxiously: "My lord, the Khitan is stealing the camp!" ”

What the?! Steal the camp!

Yang Yu jumped up and was completely awake!