Maybe some people will think too much.

In fact, as we mentioned earlier, in the ancient war years, people took a bath in the wild rivers and lakes, usually without taking off their clothes, just put their hands into the water and scratched a few times. Originally, there was only one set of clothes, coupled with the inherent shame of the ancients, they took a bath directly in clothes, and by the way, they could also wash their clothes.

Seeing the chief go down to the river to bathe, some other members of the B team also sneaked into the water and washed away the fatigue along the way with the cool lake water.

He Ping didn't pay attention to it, anyway, seeing that it was getting dark, it was unlikely that an enemy would appear at this time.

On the shore, he went to check the pit dug by the Huanzhou Miscellaneous Soldiers. Seeing that it took these miscellaneous soldiers almost an hour to dig less than 3,000 pits, He Ping was a little speechless.

However, these pits are better than nothing, and they will not affect the outcome of the battle, and he is no longer obsessed.

After the order to stop work, these miscellaneous soldiers also jumped into the lake with cheers.

Camped on the golden sand beach at night, nothing to say all night.

When he got up early the next morning, as He Ping expected, there were more than 50 of the 300 or so miscellaneous soldiers, and they obviously ran away at night. Just as He Ping was about to gather this group of miscellaneous soldiers to kill a few people, he suddenly turned his head to look at the Huanghuadui in the east, only to see a Tang soldier running out of the grove on the hillside.

Last night, Captain Huang was stationed in the grove on the hillside, and they were called hidden traces.

Of course, another advantage of being stationed on a hillside is that you can see far away and have a strong ability to be vigilant.

Now this Tang soldier is running down to call the police.

"Report to your lord, there are about two hundred horsemen coming in front, and the captain has asked the B team to prepare for battle."

He Ping began the next series of commands:

"Li Chao, Ge Song, you two each take three of them and distribute them around, hide behind the low wall, and be careful of the enemy's bow and arrow."

"Du Bin, there is also a sledgehammer, you follow me, let's go to the middle to set up."

"Ah Bo, you let the Huanzhou soldier with a stick in his hand come forward and follow behind Du Bin. The others who did not have sticks in their hands each picked up three stones and took them in their hands, and hid behind the second low wall. ”

"All ready to fight! Lift your spirits. ”

"The other party is cavalry, don't think about running, you can't run away if you run, either kill the enemy or be killed."

He Ping kept cheering everyone up in Chinese and Tuyuhun while patrolling around the battlefield to correct the commanders and soldiers who had gone to the wrong place.

"Hide behind a low wall, wait for an arrow in front!"

"You guys, the stones you pick up are too small, they need to be the size of your fist, yes, that's it, and when I give the order, you will throw them at the enemy's horses. Each person should prepare three stones. ”

The whole golden sand beach is busy, picking up stones, running and running. Those Tang soldiers who were already in place also began to tie their clothes and hair tightly and check the weapons in their hands.

At this time, Huang Zhi on the hillside watched very strangely as He Ping quickly distributed the personnel in his hands behind the low wall, forming three echelons.

"Lord Captain, what is this Zhao Ping doing? Is this a war? ”

Huang Qiang also watched in surprise as Zhao Ping deployed a different formation.

The grassroots cadres in the ancient army generally had a relatively low military literacy, and usually when encountering the enemy, the most conventional practice was only two words: "line up", and everyone lined up together in a dense formation to resist the impact of the cavalry. The most important thing is that the miscellaneous soldiers must be in the front, and the personal soldiers in the back, and wait until the miscellaneous soldiers are almost exhausted by the enemy, and then the personal soldiers will charge and kill in formation.

What the hell is this Zhao Ping doing?

Huang Qiang regretted it a little, regretting that he didn't seriously teach Zhao Ping how to line up to meet the enemy.

He Ping didn't care so much, and seeing that everyone was ready in their respective positions according to his instructions, he took Shan Wu and Liu Qi to the front line of the position, and walked forward more than twenty meters.

"Hey, Min'er, why are you two coming up? Go, go to Du Bin, and don't run around when there will be a war. ”

"Wang Dazhui, what are you doing with you? Go back and watch your soldiers. ”

The noisy positions gradually quieted down, and everyone stopped talking and moving, nervously waiting for the upcoming battle.

The morning breeze blows across the lake, blowing layers of microwave ripples.

In the distance, several waterfowl chirped intermittently in the middle of the lake.

He Ping stood straight at the front of the entire team, waiting quietly, Shan Wu and Liu Qi standing beside him on the left and right.

Ten minutes later, the enemy came.

At the turn at the foot of the mountain in the distance, a few small sparrows flew up, and more than twenty cavalry turned out.

The more than 20 cavalrymen were obviously here to explore the way, and each of them was dressed in white background and red edges, as well as small pigtails on their heads, typical Khitan dress.

Sure enough, history changed, and the Khitans invaded in advance.

Probably seeing that there were hundreds of Tang troops blocking in front, these twenty or so Khitans obviously slowed down, but they still ran forward unswervingly.

The Khitans in the north had a certain individual advantage over the Han people in the south. I don't know if it's a problem of food structure or race, anyway, the Khitan people are generally taller than the Han people in the south, and they are also taller than other ethnic minorities who follow the Han people, such as the Xianbei people, Shatuo people and Tuyuhun people, etc., and they look burly and strong, and their strength is greater.

Therefore, on the battlefield, the average Khitan soldiers have a sense of superiority that they discriminate against and look down on when they encounter Tang soldiers, plus they are cavalry versus infantry, where will they put these hundreds of earthy Tang army foot soldiers in their eyes.

The Tang Army infantry of the general squad would be frightened for no reason when they saw the Khitan cavalry, and even turned around and ran. It's just that the hundreds of Tang soldiers in front of them are like pepper noodles, waiting quietly behind the earthen wall, that is, they did not run, nor did they line up as usual to meet the battle.

There were even three stupid eggs who looked like bean sprouts, standing at the front of the position in a daze.

What's going on?

Scared silly?

The leading Khitan 100 chief sneered, whipped a whip on the horse's buttocks, and rushed forward with two personal soldiers. When they rushed to a distance of more than 200 meters from He Ping and the three of them, the centennial commander and his two guards began to slow down, and then turned around together and took down the bow and arrow from behind, preparing to draw the bow and shoot the three nerds to death, giving Tang Jun a dismount.

At this moment, He Ping didn't know when he started, and he had woken up from his daze.

He turned his head and said briefly to Shan Wu on his right:

"Shoot him."

I saw that the thirteen-year-old soldier Shan Wu quickly raised the longbow that he had already held in his left hand, tied up his horse, and raised an arrow in his right hand, and with a bow sound, a long arrow shot into the air.

The shadow of the arrow flew gracefully in the air for about two hundred meters along a beautiful parabola, and accurately shot into the neck of the Khitan hundred-man who was turning his head and preparing to bend his bow and arrow.

The Khitan hundred-man chief held the long arrow stuck in his throat tightly with both hands, and fell backwards, and an upside-down onion fell off his horse. When he fell, one ankle was still hanging on the stirrup, and the horse he dragged was spinning in place.

"Oh" There was another bow sound, and Wang Da Hammer, who was scolded back by He Ping just now, ran out again at some point, and it was also shot with an arrow, hitting the chest of another Khitan soldier.

The Khitan soldier who was hit by the arrow also fell down without saying a word, and the war horse that lost its owner ran towards He Ping and them empty.