The strategic location of Tongli town is indeed not very important, deep in the desert, the agricultural output is not high, and the population is not dense, so it can be said that it is useless on the strategic map of Damin.XshuOTXt.CoM

It is precisely because of this that Yao Chong, who was good friends with Li Rang, was assigned to defend this place, don't think that this is a kind of snubbing, in order to fight against the opponents in the desert sand pirates, every month from Dubai Harbour to the Hanifa Valley in the middle of the desert, Riyadh, the capital of the Tailor, the long journey of hundreds of miles, the Fujian army stationed there suffered astonishing casualties.

If it weren't for the fact that he and Li Rang were like-minded, Yao Chong and Song Jing would not have been able to get this idle treatment anyway.

However, today it seems that Yao Chong's good days are over, and the nomadic Bedouins who live in the Nefde Desert are no better than the relatives who have moved to the valley of the two rivers, Syria, or stayed in the Hejaz, and have been exhausted by the affluent life, 3,000 sand pirates, that is, 3,000 outlaws, 3,000 wolves, even if they are simply equipped, they are extremely strong in combat.

And at this time, the Confucian soldiers were not fully formed, and they controlled such a large territory, so that Li Rang was extremely short of troops, and the two thousand and five Confucian soldiers were divided into seventeen pieces, among which a large number of Tai student backbone soldiers were also removed to serve as local grassroots officials, at this time Song Jing only had four Tang brigades and four hundred people in his hands, no wonder Yao Chong's scalp was numb.

In the bell of Dangdang, many of the Confucian soldiers who were also hiding from the scorching heat in the barracks were not neatly dressed, so they hurried up to the wall of the town and put the steel crossbow on the stomping made of wood.

However, the Fujian army was fast, the Arabs were faster, and then the desert storm rolled over, and the Arab cavalry at the front had been pressed by a rain of arrows, and in an instant a long row of artemisia grass grew on the wall of the wooden wall.

"Hold on! Steady! ”

Seeing that his subordinates were a little flustered, he came down from the command tower above, stretched out his hand and pressed down a soldier beside him, and in his eyes staring at the cluster of arrows that had just been shot at his throat, Song Jing shouted loudly.

"Don't you boys usually shout that you don't fight? This is God giving us credit, and the sand thieves are rushing to give us their heads to repay the merits, afraid of a hair? ”

"Stabilize it for Lao Tzu, hold the crossbow well, and listen to Lao Tzu's order to shoot his mother!"

After staying in the army for a long time, even the poets have to be a little vulgar, let alone Song Jing, after a few swear words, holding a crossbow, facing the galloping sand thieves, the little leader who was the happiest with a bow squinted his fat eyes, Song Jing slammed the crossbow machine, and with a clear click, the little leader also covered his bloody neck and fell off the horse.

What soldiers, what generals, pure revenge! Song Jing's fierce appearance immediately provoked a small cheer from the Min army, and the army's heart stabilized in an instant.

Yao Chong, who watched this scene again, nodded secretly, Song Jing's decisiveness and ruthlessness, he couldn't learn it anyway.

Although a small leader died, it was only a drop in the ocean for the Arab cavalry like a sandstorm, and the speed did not decrease at all, and the surging Arab cavalry rushed towards the wall even more wildly.

Made of wood, similar to the low wall of the war between the United States and the Indians in later generations, but more than three meters, standing on the wall, the cavalry rushing in the distance seems to trample on themselves without any shelter, the biggest weapon of the cavalry is not the impact force, but this kind of psychological deterrence, in the fierce charge, every soldier almost feels that he is going to suffocate, his heart is crazy to jump out of his chest, and his fingers are constantly beating nervously on the crossbow machine.

When the Qing soldiers dealt with the Ming Dynasty in later generations, they also used this tactic, the cavalry lured the Ming army to release firearms outside the range of firearms, and it took half a minute to load an arquebus, which was enough to rush to the Qing Army's Eight Banners to slaughter the Ming musketeers a few times back and forth.

In the face of the Bedouin sand pirate cavalry charging over like a sandstorm, the Min army was also tormented in their hearts, and the muscles and nerves on their bodies were bouncing like that, and there was only a little hysteria left.

Fortunately, this is enough. The Bedouin cavalry, which was not blocked by the rain of arrows from the Fujianese, was unhindered and killed less than ten meters away from the wall, but at this moment, the momentum of the charge was interrupted.

It was not a volley of crossbow arrows from the Fujian army, and there were only about a hundred people standing at the head of the city at this time, which could not stop the momentum of the crazy Bedouin nomadic cavalry, but as if they suddenly encountered the devil, the camel war horses that rushed to the forefront were like being dragged by the front hooves of the collective, and they rolled forward neatly, throwing out the knights on horseback.

It was as if they had encountered a devil, a strong camel, a sturdy war horse as if it was being dragged by an invisible hand, no matter how it neighed, it could not break free from the invisible hand, and in the blink of an eye it had fallen into more than half of it.

Not only livestock, but also people, the Bedouin sand thieves who fell one by one waved their hands back screaming, trying their best to pull themselves out of the sand, but the more they struggled, the deeper their bodies sank.

The sand thieves behind hurriedly held up the war horse, and in a panic, more than a dozen people fell in, some of them broke free from the devil's hands like they had their buttocks, and some were simply swallowed up.

"Sahara !!"

Almost all of the chaotic sand thieves shouted in this Arabic pronunciation, and Song Jing, who had been waiting for the time for a long time, shouted excitedly and stood up from behind the city trample, pulling the crossbow machine downward, and shouting excitedly: "Shoot, shoot the fuck!" ”

The crossbow arrows that had been waiting for a long time pierced like appendages, and the contact between the metal and * made a terrible sound of puff, and the poorly armored Abduin cavalry flowed the blood of the big pool in the yellow sand, and could no longer care about rescuing their companions who fell into the sand pit, and the dense sand thieves retreated back at a faster speed.

With no more hope, the sand pirate trapped in a strange trap finally let out a cry of despair, completely engulfed by the sand demon.

More than a dozen sand thieves who were thrown under the wall of Tongli Town and survived were all frightened when they saw this scene, and the retreat of their own people made these sand thieves even more frightened, and the outermost few anxious sand thieves simply turned their heads and fled back, and they didn't take a few steps, but their legs were also sucked by the sand, and they were swallowed by the desert little by little in the desperate roar.

This thing is the capital of Song Jing's defense. Although he knew that his trap was very deadly, this kind of devouring people alive still made Min Jun's heart cold, and even Song Jing couldn't help but stumble: "Good girl, Lord Min is really evil enough to think about this thing!" ”

In addition to the dozen or so corpses thrown on the edge of the pit, dozens of people and horses who had just fallen into the pit, there was no trace of them now, Sahara, which means magic sand in Arabic, and the Bedouin, who were still menacing just now, were helpless almost like babies in front of them in the face of the big mouth of the man-eating desert.

The attack stopped temporarily, and the Min people didn't have the heart to kill again, so they simply threw down a few ropes, and the frightened trapped sand thieves were almost dragged up crying.

When Li Jie took his adventure team north to Jinghu City to break the Turkic rebellion, he passed through a swampy belt that the Turks called the land of death on the way, with a radius of more than ten miles, and as long as people stepped on it, they would be swallowed up.

Quelling the Turkic rebellion, and becoming the governor of the Five Plains as he wished, Li Jie once organized a detailed survey of the area, and finally succeeded in simulating the principle of death.

When the silt and water are mixed into a thin paste in a certain proportion, this soil will exert a terrible suction on the heavy objects pressing on it, and the rain and snow melt in autumn and winter will wash away the soil underneath, leaving the light vegetation on top unaffected, thus forming a natural death trap of nature.

In the same way that the silt along the Yellow River adapts to this principle, the sand of the Arabian Peninsula also adapts to this principle, from the lower layer of spring water in the oasis to the outside of the walled wall with a bamboo tube, and the spring water constantly dilutes the sand above because of the pressure, forming a terrible flow down, while the surface sand is always dry because of the sun's irradiation, which is not only conducive to protecting the water and soil, but also a camouflage that is difficult to crack.

However, due to the lack of water resources, this quicksand defense has only been used in a few large oasis towns.

Originally, the government soldiers in the town, the residents were very dissatisfied with the fact that the city gate had to be paved with wooden planks to get out of the city, but now, the government soldiers who saw this scene were only happy in their hearts.

Isolated from the quicksand that half surrounded Tongli Town, the battle fell into a stalemate for a while, and Yao Chong, who had been holding his heart with a telescope, also relaxed the tense strings in his heart.

The Arabs do not have the strong intellectual curiosity and theoretical support of the Min people, in the desert, the phenomenon that the nomads are most afraid of is the quicksand, countless Arab myths also pour the title of the devil into the quicksand, now the Great Min has such a circle of devil protection, more than 3,000 people oppose the formation of the tribe of sand thieves, for a time actually infighting, more than a dozen chiefs of the various departments quarreled loudly under the scorching sun.

But there was a lot of arguing, I don't know why, the cavalry behind pulled the war horse and galloped quickly, and the raised hooves rolled up the sky full of fine sand in a blink of an eye, and the confused sand blocked Yao Chong's vision.

"What are these barbarians going to do?"

Putting down the binoculars, he casually picked up the kettle hanging on his belt and poured it, Yao Chong muttered suspiciously.

This kung fu, Song Jing, who had been sweating in a short time, also came back, grabbed Yao Chong's kettle and poured half a pot on his head, and Song Fat Man spit out a breath of hot air comfortably, and shook his head indifferently.

"Let him go, stay and don't leave, and let the sun kill them!"

As if catering to Song Jing's words, the already poisonous sun faintly released an even hotter circle of light......