When some of the Anxi Army were cleaning the battlefield, and the rest of the soldiers followed Xiao to another combat location, most of the soldiers were sleeping soundly.

In the Great Food Barracks, in the big tent of the Chinese army in Asimu, a group of guards were sleeping in the dark, snoring and dreaming one after another. It was already more than three o'clock in the morning, which was the time when the drowsiness was the strongest and the sleep was the deepest. But the main player of the big food striker, Asimu, quietly woke up at this time.

He rubbed his sleepy head with his hand and listened intently to the movement outside the camp. The sweet snoring, the sound of the Night Patrol patrolling back and forth, the whirring of torches in the wind, everything was perfectly normal. Somehow, however, the uneasiness in Asim's heart grew.

It is different from ordinary soldiers, who are worried about their worries and fall asleep after a day of exhaustion. Asimu couldn't sleep for half the night with his eyes open, and he went out of the tent several times during the period to personally patrol the night. It wasn't until about two hours ago that he squinted for a moment, and now he woke up again.

For no other reason, as a high-ranking general in the Dashihe region, Asim knows more about the Anxi Army than these ordinary soldiers.

Before this, there weren't many battles between Da Shi and the Anxi Army, only once. Thirty-six years ago, in the Battle of Bakhana, Zhang Xiaosong led a coalition of 10,000 troops composed of the Anxi army and the miscellaneous armies of the local tribes, rushed thousands of miles to attack, broke the Tubo coalition army, and drove away the king of Western Bakhana. After that, the Great Food Army and the Anxi Army never fought again, and their opponent in the river became the Turgish, but the Great Food never stopped collecting intelligence on the Anxi Army.

Therefore, Asim knew that compared to the current Khorasan religious army, which had only been formed for more than four years, the Anxi army was the real elite of a hundred battles. From more than 30 years ago to the present, he has not tasted a single defeat, and has defeated various opponents again and again, including the Tibetans, the Turks, the Later Turks, and the tribes of the steppe.

More than thirty years later, the two sides met again, and the results were even more shocking for the first time. The 500 cavalry of the Anxi army completely annihilated 600 of their own elite cavalry. Although in the later sentry cavalry battles between the two sides, many Khorasan religious cavalry felt that the Anxi army was nothing more than this, but Asim, as the main general, obviously did not think so.

He had a bad feeling.

Asim sat up from the ground, and was about to go out to patrol the camp again, when he heard someone rushing outside, and was stopped by his guards guarding outside the tent, asking in a low voice what had happened. Asim immediately stood up and stepped out of the tent, his falcon-like eyes falling on the man who had come to report.

"What happened?"

The soldier who was in charge of standing guard at Wangdou replied with some trepidation: "General, just now, there was an accident outside the camp, and for some reason, all the patrolmen outside the camp began to chase the two Tang people. The two Tang riders ran around the camp in a circle, luring away all the patrolmen and the sentry, and still haven't ridden back! ”

"How long has it been?" Asimu's heart tightened, and he changed color.

"Less than half a moment." The little soldier turned pale and whispered.

"Why didn't you report it earlier?"

"I thought soon they would be back......"

"Damn! Something must have gone wrong. Asimu's face turned pale, and he turned his head and ordered loudly to several guards on duty: "Hurry up and send two more teams of sentry horses out to find their whereabouts, and come back as soon as there is a situation to report." ”

The guards who were sleeping soundly in the big tent were also awakened at this time, and immediately jumped up, grabbed the Damascus scimitar at his waist for the first time, and looked around. Seeing that nothing was going on, he breathed a sigh of relief, looked at each other, shook his head, lifted the tabernacle, and walked out one by one, surrounding Asim, carefully guarding.

Asimu glanced at them and patted the shoulders of the nearest people: "Go, follow me to patrol the camp." ”

Several guards laughed bitterly in their hearts, and secretly thought, they have patrolled three times tonight, but they still carry out the order very faithfully. Several guards immediately went to the stable in the center of the camp to lead their horses, and others began to prepare torches.

When everything was put to a halt, I heard a commotion in the direction of the north of the camp. Asimu's brows furrowed. He turned on his horse, waved his hand, and led the way towards the north of the camp, followed by the guards silently.

"What's going on?" Asimu raised his head and asked a few soldiers standing guard on the Wangdou (some books say Diao Dou) who were standing guard several feet high.

Several soldiers turned around and saw that it was Asim, they pointed outward, and said with a surprised expression: "General, look, there are three knights walking towards us with torches......

Asim stood up from his saddle, turned his head to look, and sure enough, a little light of fire was coming towards them, and it looked like it was about two or three miles away. The two sentry sentries he had just sent out also noticed the situation and met them from two directions.

The two teams of Arab sentinels were getting closer and closer to the fire, but strangely, the light stopped instead of turning and fleeing. Asimu suddenly felt that something was wrong, and was about to shout to remind them to be careful of the ambush, when he faintly heard the sound of bows and crossbows, and the sound of feathered arrows breaking through the air. Before he could speak, the two teams of sentry horses were shot off their horses, and forty torches fell to the ground in the rain.

Asimu was dumbfounded, treacherous Tang man! The other side was supposed to be three knights walking towards their camp with a torch to attract attention, but they were ambushing at least a hundred crossbowmen behind, waiting for the Arab sentinels to ride up to check the situation, and then fire in unison.

It seems that the patrol and the sentry in front of him must have been poisoned as well. Shameless Anthy dogs, will only use such vile means!

Asimu immediately ordered loudly: "The whole battalion is on alert, wake everyone up, and prepare for battle!" Then go and inform the other three battalions, second level alert. ”

Four or five guards immediately took orders, and the alarm soon sounded. But before the men could climb out of their tents, a new situation arose.

"General, one of them is rushing over."

"Shoot him!"

Of course, the Great Food Army also has bows and crossbows, but they are rarely used. The big cannibals are fast, the scimitars are sharp, and in battles in the river, in general, it is enough to solve the battle with only a light cavalry charge. Bows and arrows were not needed at all, so for a long time, they developed the habit of not liking to use bows and crossbows. Of course, another reason is that their bow and crossbow skills are not strong enough.

Although the Great Cannibal rarely used a bow and crossbow on horseback, it was still essential when setting up camp and defending. Especially on the high lookout, the bow and crossbow can be said to be the best weapon.

The three Great Food Soldiers immediately picked up their crossbows, aimed downward, and waited for the knight to come into range before killing him. Their crossbow machine also has more than one stone strength, and has a height advantage, so it is not a problem to shoot a hundred and fifty steps. However, they did not wait for this opportunity, and when they were still more than two hundred paces apart, the knight slowed down and began to bend his bow and arrows.

Shout! Shout! Shout!

There were three piercing screams in the air, and before the three big food soldiers on Wangdou could react, they were shot, two of them were hit in the throat and planted from Wangdou, and one of them screamed, was hit by an arrow in the chest, and was nailed to the pillar.

This knight with more than 200 paces of arrows was none other than Amir Jiang, and behind him, more than 400 steps away from the Great Food Barracks, the two horsemen with torches had already dismounted at this time. The one holding the torch was Gu Xiaojun, and the person next to him, without asking, knew that it was Xiao Quai.

Amir Jiang controlled his horse with his legs and turned in one direction, ran out more than 30 steps, fired three arrows in succession, and shot and killed three soldiers on another watchtower more than 200 steps away. For a moment, Asim was dumbfounded.

Is this the legendary steppe condor shooter?

Asim's surprise was not over, and soon he would see something even more terrifying and inexplicable.

At this time, Xiao Qu was sick and began to shoot arrows.