"That's a lot!" Looking at the more and more figures on the mountain road below, Tian Mingyuan put his finger on the Wangshan Mountain, and a look of surprise appeared in his eyes.

The Qiang people who walked along the ancient road by the snow stream were densely packed, and the yaks driving were bulging on their backs, obviously full of camels. There are more than 1,000 Qiang people, more than half of whom are men, which is because it should be a relatively large tribe among the Qiang people in the southern mountains of Khotan.

This is not a Qiang person who went to Qiangtang to report the news, this is a migration of a complete Qiang tribe. The Anxi army has been sweeping the southern mountains of Khotan for so long, and there are still so many fish that have slipped through the net, which makes Tian Mingyuan feel extremely puzzled.

The purpose of setting up an ambush here is to prevent a Qiang person from crossing this Bingdaban, since the Qiang people have come up, then what else is there to say. Tian Mingyuan ordered in a low voice, and after a while, the Anxi athletes who were warming themselves in the felt tent all ran out, followed Tian Mingyuan to lie on the ground, and condescendingly aimed at the Qiang people below with crossbow arrows.

The crossbow arrows brought were enough, more than a thousand Qiang people, but each person shot a dozen people. There is really no suspense in such a battle.

This gentle slope is a natural barrier, and the tents of the Anxi athletes are set up behind the gentle slope, and the Qiang people cannot see it at all. And looking down from this position, everything is unobstructed.

A tribe with more than 1,000 Qiang people should generally have more than 2,000 Khotanese slaves, and now there are only Qiang people in the ranks, and there is not a single Khotanese slave. Obviously, these Qiang people fled in a great hurry to give up such an important property.

This ancient road is extremely difficult to walk, and the Qiang people look extremely tired, and they all look weak when they follow the yaks to slowly go up.

When they were about to reach the gentle slope, an old man who walked in front waved his hand, and the Qiang people suddenly stopped, took out the glutinous rice and began to eat it with snow water.

This distance, although it was already within the range of several giant crossbows, was outside the range of the rest of the crossbow arrows. Tian Mingyuan's expression was solemn, and he held the hard crossbow in his hand tightly, watching the Qiang people slowly eat little by little.

Anyway, the prey is already in the mouth, and it can be eaten sooner or later. There are more than 1,000 Qiang people who have come from afar, and Tian Mingyuan has more than 100 of the most elite Anxi army athletes around him, where to put them in his eyes.

The Qiang people ate very carefully, and after a long meal, the young Qiang men walked to the front of the group, all armed with weapons in their hands. The women and children stayed where they were, looking at the yak, the Qiang people's most precious treasure.

Tian Mingyuan frowned slightly, watching the old Qiang man walk forward with great effort, but the Qiang warriors behind the old man did not move.

"Which Tang general is on it? Can you allow the old man to say a few words? The old man walked to the bottom of the gentle slope and shouted loudly, and his official language was quite fluent.

With a sound of "grabbing", a crossbow arrow was nailed to the old man's feet, Tian Mingyuan put down the hard crossbow and stood up with a Mo knife.

The Qiang warriors assumed a fighting posture, and he realized that he had been discovered. But it's nothing, he doesn't have to pay attention to hundreds of Qiang men.

"If you have anything to say, just say it!" Tian Mingyuan looked at the old man and said coldly.

The Qiang people saw Tian Mingyuan who appeared, but they were not surprised. Obviously, they are also clear about the Tang army's ambush here.

The old man coughed and said loudly: "What is the name of this general, and what position does he hold in the army?" ”

"A certain is Gao Changtian's fame, so don't ask anything else. If you have something to say, I'm going to do it after that. ”

The old man nodded and said, "It turned out to be General Tian." The old man wanted General Tian to give face and let the old man and his family pass. ”

"You're just a thief, what face do you have! You want to pass this Daban, I want to agree, and my Modao won't agree either! Tian Mingyuan smiled coldly and waved the Mo knife in his hand. The Mo knife, which weighed more than ten pounds, was extremely light in his hand.

"General, when the old man was young, he also worked as a translator under General Gai Jiayun, and he can be regarded as a member of the Anxi Army. The old man later inherited the position of patriarch, and then left the Anxi Army. There are only so many people in the old Han people, and since the old Han became the patriarch, he has never robbed a single Khotanese slave. The old Han clan is different from other tribes, speaking of which the old man and the general are also robes, and I hope that the general will give the old man this face. ”

Listening to the words of the old man of the Qiang tribe, there was a commotion behind Tian Mingyuan. There are indeed translators in the Anxi army, and a small number of these translators are Han family members, but most of them are Hu people of various ethnic groups. Listening to the words of this old man of the Qiang tribe, it seems that everything is true. If so, it would have been a bit too cruel for his people to kill him.

Tian Mingyuan looked at the hillsides on both sides, and snorted coldly: "Even if you were once a translator in my Anxi Army, I can't give you this face." Do you think you have this face, my Anxi army is in Pishan, you go directly to Pishan to ask for face, why bother to spend this effort to climb the mountains and mountains? ”

The old man of the Qiang nationality smiled bitterly and said: "If you know that the general is in the way here, the old man will naturally take the risk of going to Pishan to ask for the old robes." Now that we're here, it's impossible to go back. Our food is almost finished, and the general will not let us go, and most of us will starve to death before we return to Nanshan. ”

Tian Mingyuan frowned and said, "It's useless to talk too much. Want to get past me, unless I'm dead. The order given to me by the general is that no one can be let go, and for the sake of you being a soldier in the army, I will allow your people to return the same way, which is the bottom line for me to give in. ”

"The general really refuses to get out of the way, and you have to fight to the death with the old Han clan?"

"Are you alive or dead? Hehe! Tian Mingyuan smiled coldly and said, "What a big breath!" Such a little Qiang people dare to be presumptuous in front of me! It's natural for you to die or live, but if you die, I live! ”

Saying that, Tian Mingyuan waved his hand, and there was a sharp sound of collapse, and the only three eight-bull crossbows were launched at the same time, and nine giant arrows burst out and fell into the middle of the Qiang people.

The huge power of the Eight Bull Crossbow directly knocked several yaks to the ground, and the Qiang people around the yaks were also nailed over more than a dozen.

The Qiang women and children suddenly panicked, but the hundreds of Qiang warriors in front of them did not move, but their eyes were full of anger.

Tian Mingyuan nodded lightly, obviously this old man is extremely majestic, and these Qiang people are also well-trained. It seems that this old guy has learned something as a translator in the Anxi Army.

"General, for the sake of you being a junior in the army, the old man doesn't want to start a war with you, do you think the old man is afraid of you?" The old man glanced back, turned his head and said angrily.

"It's pointless to talk too much, if you want to go over, then come!" Tian Mingyuan smiled coldly.

"Good! If you have to drive us to a dead end, then you can't complain about the old man. The old man of the Qiang tribe snorted, and suddenly on both sides of the gentle slope where Tian Mingyuan was, a Qiang warrior appeared close to the ground, with a strange sound in his mouth, jumping like flying towards several felt tents on the gentle slope.

It turned out that I don't know when, these Qiang people have quietly approached the gentle slope from the snow-capped mountains on both sides. These guys are the elite of this tribe, moving freely from such a high place, and outflanking them from both sides with great speed.

At the same time, the old man waved his hand, and more than 400 Qiang warriors under the gentle slope accelerated at the same time, waving various weapons and charging towards the gentle slope.

He deliberately talked to Tian Mingyuan before, in order to attract Tian Mingyuan's attention, so that his clansmen could get as close to Tang Jun as possible. has been a translator in the Anxi Army for many years, how did he not know how powerful Tang Crossbow is? The military orders of the Anxi army are like a mountain, and the so-called borrowing is simply impossible. In the past, it was a delaying tactic, in order to succeed in one blow and reduce the casualties of the clansmen.

Seeing Tian Mingyuan's face change, the old man of the Qiang people laughed and said, "Young man, Jiang is still old and spicy!" Died at the hands of the old man, you are definitely not wronged, haha! ”

Tian Mingyuan did not speak with a calm face, and looked back and gave a short order. More than 100 Anxi athletes were divided into three parts, more than 20 people on the left and right stood behind the simple low wall, and the remaining 50 people all stood up and condescendingly began to shoot at the more than 400 Qiang people rushing below.

Now that it has been exposed, there is no point in hiding it any longer, and it is faster to stand up and use a hard crossbow and rewind it again.

The three-stage shooting was temporarily changed to a two-stage one, and more than 20 hard crossbows fired a salvo, and the Qiang people who were rushing upwards immediately fell into a large area. The rest of the Qiang people made strange noises to cheer themselves up and continued to rush towards the hillside.

The old man of the Qiang tribe also rushed up with a mace in his hand, obviously also a good hand with amazing strength. There were more than 200 Qiang warriors rushing on both sides of the top of the hillside, all tall and strong, leaping like flying, quickly approaching the Tang army behind the low wall.

Behind the low wall, the Anxi athletes tensed their faces, and under the orders of the two brothers, Ma Yong and Ma Qiang, they shot crossbow arrows one after another, nailing the Qiang people to the ground. However, these Qiang people were extremely agile and fast, and soon approached within ten feet of the low wall.

The old man of the Qiang people drove the men of the clan to the middle of the gentle slope, and when he saw that the elites of the clan on both sides of the hillside were approaching, he waved his mace and knocked off a crossbow arrow, and his face showed a look of pride.

"Young man, I'm sorry. If you get out of the way, nothing will happen? Ha ha! ”

Tian Mingyuan's pupils shrank suddenly, and even the crossbow arrows of the Eight Bull Crossbow could fly away, how powerful this old guy should be!

Although I was shocked in my heart, my face was not revealed. The Qiang people rushed upwards against the crossbow arrows of the Tang army, and the athletes quickly wound and fired, and carried out Tian Mingyuan's orders in an orderly manner.

In addition to the hard crossbow, everyone also has a Mo knife at hand. They are the elite of the Anxi Army, and they are all good at wielding the Mo sword on the horse, and the enemy really has to come to them, which is the time for them to show their skills.