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More than fifty hard crossbows were fired in turns, and the three eight-bull crossbows were also bombarded downward, and the Qiang people did not even have the simplest leather armor on their bodies, and they had no power to fight back under such an attack, and they were nailed to death on the gentle slope one by one.

At the top of the gentle slope, the low wall surrounding the felt tent is less than three feet, which is not a barrier at all. Ma Yong and Ma Qiang were each in charge of one side, leading the way to shoot crossbow arrows at the Qiang people who rushed over.

These Qiang warriors approaching from both sides were the true elite of the Qiang, and the thin air had no effect on them, and although people kept falling, they kept getting close to the low wall.

Almost at the same moment, the Qiang people who rushed to the front on both sides suddenly disappeared, followed by a miserable shout. The rest of the Qiang people looked at the deep ditch that suddenly appeared in front of them, and couldn't help but be stunned.

The deep ditch is about a foot wide, and inside, the thistle terrestris is densely packed, and there are more than a dozen Qiang people who have fallen, all of them are stabbed with blood, and they let out a miserable cry inside.

The old man of the Qiang people heard the screams of the warriors in the clan, and was slightly stunned, a huge arrow of eight ox crossbows happened to fly towards him, this time he actually forgot to dodge, the crossbow arrow flew past him, directly blasted his arm into two pieces, and the mace fell heavily to the ground.

Tian Mingyuan laughed and looked at the mockery on the old man's face. He had already spotted the enemy on both sides, but how could he care. His reliance was on this hidden trench that surrounded the camp on three sides.

No matter where you go to camp, you must set up a village, this is the strict order of the Anxi army to wait for Duan Junzi, and you can't be sloppy. This time, the Qiang people who came to ambush the Qiang people under Bingdaban were personally led by the general, so they dared to make the camp so simple, that is, a large trench was dug in the frozen soil to enclose the camp, and the frozen soil turned out of the trench was piled up to form a low wall, and the low wall was then coiled with barbed wire.

If someone else led the camp, he would definitely not dare to disobey Duan Junzi's strict order, and the trench must be dug three times, and a wall more than one person high must be erected behind the trench. Anxi dared to ignore Duan Junzi's orders, and the only one was the general himself. And the general didn't dare to ignore it completely, so there was this simple defense.

Although the defense is simple, it is enough to deal with this little Qiang. A few months ago, in the north of Shule City, the camp surrounded by three barbed wire fences and trenches easily blocked 20,000 Persian slaves, but now there are only a few hundred Qiang people in front of them, and the defense in the camp of the Anxi army is too simple.

Disguised as a trap, this is a modification that everyone made when they were bored here, and I didn't expect it to be useful one day.

Seeing the Qiang people struggling in pain in the trench, Ma Yong and Ma Qiang both smiled happily and accelerated their shooting. At such a close distance, there was no need to aim, and every crossbow arrow was fiercely shot at the body of the Qiang warrior.

Not far in front of Tian Mingyuan, the old man of the Qiang people let out a painful roar, he only knew that his warriors were suddenly much less, but he didn't know why.

Tian Mingyuan gave an order, and dozens of crossbow arrows were shot, nailing the Qiang people who rushed to the ground to the ground, and then more than fifty Anxi athletes pulled out short spears from their backs at the same time and threw them downward.

This arrogant cannibalistic weapon is terrifyingly powerful at close range, and the slightest bite of it is essentially a death pronouncement. More than 50 athletes were the trump cards of the new army, all of them were well-trained, and soon the four short spears on their backs were thrown out in succession, and suddenly there were less than a hundred Qiang people still standing.

The short spears on their backs are usually eight, and this time they went up to the snowy mountain thinking that they would not encounter a large number of enemies, so they only brought four. But even if there are only four of them, it is enough for these Qiang people without battle armor to drink a pot. The sharp tip of the spear pierced the leather robe of the Qiang people like cutting through a piece of paper, and the Qiang people who were cast did not fall.

The old man of the Qiang people had blood-red eyes, and he was about to go crazy. He served in the Anxi Army for many years, and although the Anxi Army was brave, it was not so powerful. His right hand was broken, and blood was gushing, but he didn't feel pain, and stood alone on the hillside, shouting, "Shameless! Shameless! ”

Tian Mingyuan entered the combat state, and he didn't pay attention to anything else at all, where did he have time to pay attention to this old man with a broken arm. After throwing the last short spear, Tian Mingyuan roared, "Sharp Arrow Formation!" He grabbed the Mo knife at his feet and rushed down.

The Blade Arrow Formation had long been integrated into the blood of the Anxi Army, and the athletes who were in charge of fighting against the frontal enemy all put down their hard crossbows, grabbed the Mo knife and rushed out, and at the same time quickly shot the formation with Tian Mingyuan as the arrow.

More than 50 people rushed down condescendingly, and more than 50 Mo knives flashed with cold light, just like a tiger entering a flock.

The new army of Anxi is the elite drawn from the Han soldiers in the four towns, and these pro-army of Ma Lan are the elite of the elite, although the Qiang people of Nanshan are brave, how can they be compared with these killing talents? Under the light of the sword, one by one the Qiang people fell to the ground, and they did not have the slightest power to fight back.

The old man of the Qiang people stood there, holding his severed right arm with his left hand, with a sad and angry face. Anxi athletes rushed past him, but no one attacked him, including Tian Mingyuan, who also rushed past him.

The reason is very simple, after all, he is a former veteran, if he does not have a broken arm, fighting as a warrior is one thing, and everyone will not be merciful. But he had already broken an arm, and he had no power to resist, and in this situation, no athlete was willing to attack an Anxi veteran.

More than 100 Qiang warriors who were standing were covered up and killed by Tian Mingyuan, and soon all fell to the ground. Seeing this scene, the women hiding behind the yaks stood there with sad faces.

What is the fate of losers, they know from an early age. This time I don't know which tribe I want to be sold to, and whose family I want to be a slave to.

Ignoring these women and children, Tian Mingyuan led people to rush back to the bloody hillside after killing the Guangqiang warriors, and went to the top of the slope to meet Ma Yong and Ma Qiang. One by one, the athletes picked up their crossbows from the ground and shot mercilessly at the remaining Qiang people behind the low wall.

Although Ma Lan was lazy when he set up camp, he only dug a trench, but after all, this trench was dug with all his might, and it was completely carried out in accordance with the regulations of the Anxi New Army. On one side, the elite flesh and blood of more than 200 Qiang people could not fill this trench, so they could not cross the trench and climb over the low wall to fight. Similarly, the Anxi army could only shoot with crossbow arrows, and could not climb over low walls to engage the enemy in hand-to-hand combat.

There are more than 100 crossbow arrows and three eight-bull crossbows, and the power is extremely terrifying. With a steel winch, winding is easy and fast, and the crossbow is only a little slower than a curved bow and arrow, but it is terrifyingly powerful. The bewildered Qiang people scurried around outside the trench, and soon became sparse again.

The enemy was just behind the low wall, but he didn't use the short spear when he was close, the reason was very simple, once he threw it over, the Qiang people could pick it up and use it, and the power of the short spear at such a close distance could not be stopped, so it would cause unnecessary casualties to their own brothers.

On the gentle slope, the old man of the Qiang people with a broken arm stood there alone, and finally came to his senses.

No wonder this young general was so indifferent, because his plan was of no use at all!

He had already seen his plan, but he didn't say it. For in the face of absolute power, all schemes are in vain. Although this barracks is small, it is really a hedgehog, and it is impossible to swallow at all.

From this position, he was finally able to see the trench faintly and understand what was happening. The cunning Tang people actually set a trap outside the camp!

This Anxi Army is even more powerful than the Anxi Army in his memory!

The old man of the Qiang people looked pained and shouted loudly to the top in Tubo. There were less than twenty Qiang warriors left on both sides of the slope, and after hearing the old man's words, they howled in pain and fled towards the snow-capped mountains on both sides.

The crossbow arrows flew out like rain without hesitation, nailing the fleeing Qiang people to the ground one by one, but after all, seven or eight Qiang people escaped the range of the hard crossbow.

And the Qiang people who were screaming in pain at the bottom of the trench, in order to alleviate their suffering, the Anxi athletes sent them on their way in a friendly manner.

"It would be nice if Gaochang County was here, none of them would be able to escape." Ma Yong looked at the fleeing Qiang people and sighed.

Li Zhengde, the son of Gaochang County, was a master who shot and injured Marshal Dashi and shot General Dashi. The only seven-stone bow in the library of Anxi Mansion has become his personal belongings. If he were here, no one would have escaped his shooting.

"I can't survive." Ma Qiang said with a smile, "Our military camp is blocking the mountain pass, and if they want to climb the mountain, they have to take a detour, they don't even bring food, and they will starve to death if they can't walk to Baishitan." ”

"If they are allowed to cross the mountain, whether they starve to death or not, we will all receive Duan Junzi's military law when we go back. But you look at the direction they fled, this is to find a way back to Nanshan, where is the appearance of wanting to climb the mountain. Tian Mingyuan pointed to the Qiang people who were fleeing in embarrassment in the distance, and said with a slight smile.

Ma Yong and Ma Qiang both nodded, if they really want to let the Qiang people go over the mountain, Duan Junzi must not look good.

The Qiang people still gathered under the gentle slope, but only women and children remained, and the Anxi athletes ignored them and divided their men to start cleaning the battlefield. These Qiang warriors looked extremely poor, and there was nothing to plunder, so what everyone was looking for was steel crossbow arrows and those precious short spears that were shot.

The old man of the Qiang people was still standing in the middle of the gentle slope, and Tian Mingyuan ignored him, just concentrating on his own business.

Soon, most of the crossbow arrows and short spears were recovered, and the rest could not be found or damaged, so they had to give up. Tian Mingyuan ordered the soldiers to camouflage the trench again and continue to use it as a trap.

The old man looked at Tian Mingyuan and they were busy with these, and seeing that no one was still paying attention to him, he slowly walked to the top of the gentle slope, looked at Tian Mingyuan and said in a low voice: "I...... Can I go? ”

Tian Mingyuan smiled: "The order I received is to hold this place and not allow a Qiang person to climb the mountain. As I said earlier, for the sake of your former military uniforms, I can allow you to return the way you came, and that sentence is still valid. ”

Ma Yong and Ma Qiang glanced at each other, both frowning slightly, but after all, Tian Mingyuan was the chief general appointed by Ma Lan, and they didn't have much to say.

The old man of the Qiang tribe nodded, walked down slowly, walked to the middle of the remaining old and weak women and children, and whispered a few words.

The Qiang people's desperate faces became pleasantly surprised, they didn't expect that they would be let go and not have to be sold as slaves. I don't know where the future holds, but at least I don't have to die now.

As long as you live, there is hope.

The yak was led slowly along the ancient road by the snow stream, and the old man of the Qiang people looked back with an extremely complicated expression.

Tian Mingyuan's eyes flashed, and he suddenly shouted: "Slow! ”

The old Qiang man glanced back, waved his hand, and then stopped.

Tian Mingyuan walked down quickly with Ma Yong and a few people, and broke directly into the Qiang people, Tian Mingyuan walked in front of an elderly Qiang man, suddenly stretched out his hand, and grabbed the old Qiang man's fur hat.

"Sure enough, it's a monk!" Tian Mingyuan looked at the frightened old Qiang people, and snorted coldly, "How could the monks of Longxing Temple in Anxi mix with these Qiang people?" ”