The old king is an ordinary horseman in the Ma Yi horse farm, he is very old, even his beard has been gray, on weekdays, he has a gourd hanging from his waist, and a yellowed straw pole is stuffed in his mouth, and he gets up before dawn to serve the war horses in the stable, and does the same thing every day, getting up early and going to bed late, and life is so dull that the freshwater birds come.

There are a lot of young people in the horse farm, according to the regulations of the horse farm, every year it is only to recruit dozens of young people who are about 30 years old to assist the masters of the horse farm to take care of the precious war horses, and like the old king, it is really the only one, basically standing out from the crowd, the whole horse farm, hundreds of people, the oldest, maybe not the old king, but in the ranks of the horseman, such as he is so old, but only he is the number, and he is also a celebrity.

The horsemen of the horse farm are talking in private, probably the old king has a background and other trivial gossip, to the ears of the old king, but only a smile, the slightly cloudy eyes rarely have focus, after the daily routine stocking, the old king is always alone under the pine tree in the horse farm, it is late autumn, although the weather is not cold, but the cold wind is to make goosebumps slightly blooming.

The old king's head habitually leaned under the pine tree, the leaves have withered yellow, occasionally floated down one or two thin leaves fell on the old king's felt hat, in this era, there are not many people who wash and wear felt hats, but the old king's head is one, covering the silver thread, it seems that even people's temperament has changed a lot.

The big felt hat covered the forehead of the old king, and no one could see clearly what those cloudy eyes were staring at at at the moment. The leaves of the old pine trees, which are already hundreds of years old, swaying and fluttering in the wind.

Another direction outside the old king's head. A man in the form of a child is picking up horse manure. As if he didn't move by the alarm that sounded all over the sky, he still did his own thing in silence, and the pieces of horse manure that gradually dried up and condensed were cleanly picked up into the basket, he was like a scavenger, only horse manure in his eyes, and everything in the outside world seemed to be unable to affect him at all.

The western stables of the horse farm are home to batches of majestic horses. They are all tall and mighty stallions, and each one put into the horse market is definitely a treasure horse vying for grabbing, and such an important place is not guarded by anyone, and it seems that there is no one except for the stalls in the stables who bow their heads to graze or provoke their companions.

Of course, it is not that there is no one, but this person does not take the usual path, and a slender figure on the stable where the male horse is kept is leisurely looking at the clouds. No matter how rhythmic and urgent his alarm sounds, there is no trace of movement, leisurely and leisurely. There are also a few plates next to it, and it turns out to be all kinds of pastries, which is very enjoyable.

The screeching sirens raised by the horse farm instantly sounded throughout the endless pasture, and the horsemen who were grazing the war horses drove the horses back to the stable, and the majestic scene of thousands of horses galloping was really not much attractive to these people who have been dealing with horses all year round.

Today, the 100 tiger wolves patrolling the horse farm have already climbed the arrow tower, although the horse farm is not a military camp, but because it is stocked with half of the war horses of the state and Yuan Shang, therefore, some military facilities are very complete.

The cavalry that was gradually revealing the horizon galloped at an unusually fast speed, the smoke and dust were billowing and the banners were waving, and before the people arrived, a wave of today's evil spirit had already rushed towards them.

"Not good, enemy attack." A soldier dressed as a non-commissioned officer looked intently, and when he saw the flag clearly, he suddenly exclaimed.

Many soldiers and guards who came from near the horse farm were slightly shocked in their hearts, this horse has rarely fought since Yuan Shang entered the state, even if the princes are bold, they do not dare to risk a war with 80,000 tigers and wolves in the state to raid the horse farm, and now, the main forces of the tigers and wolves in the state are exhausted, but I didn't expect that someone dared to pluck the hair on the tiger's buttocks.

"Roll out the first line of defense." The general dressed as a non-commissioned officer was obviously the backbone of today's 100-man patrol team, and when he gave this order, everyone hurriedly took action.

The so-called first line of defense is the defense of the cavalry such as the iron ball and the fangs, the enemy cavalry has come rapidly, everyone hurriedly pushed out the tall and sharp antlers first, and occasionally scattered a bunch of sharp objects before the antlers, which were only completed in an instant, but the roar on the ground had come.

"Ahh

"Ah~"

Several screams rang out, and the young non-commissioned officer hurriedly looked, four or five soldiers were shot by arrows and blood splattered, and the enemy cavalry came quickly, and everyone was already within their range.

"Let's go." The young sergeant Wang Yang's arm fell, and he decisively ordered to evacuate, and now the first line of defense is not a three-layer anti-deer antler, but a dazzling array of sharp objects scattered all over the ground, and the enemy army is all cavalry, just to restrain the horse's hooves.

Wang Yang took the rest of the soldiers to carry back the unlucky comrade-in-arms who was wounded by the arrow, and the gate of the horse farm was slammed shut, although it was not a big thick plate gate of the city, but it was also strong and thick, and the Gao Ran Department rode lightly, and did not carry any siege equipment, thinking about it, this gate can hold out for a while.

"Weapons will be issued to all the young men in the racecourse to assist in the guards." Wang Yang swept his eyes, looked at the groups of young horsemen who kept coming, and hurriedly ordered loudly.

These grooms, most of them are in their teens to thirty years old, they are not very old, they accompany the horses all the year round, live in the magnificent horse farm, not only are they much more open-minded, but they are also a lot stronger, and there are really a lot of people with big waists and round arms.

Gao Ran led the crowd to roar, and the horse farm was in front of him, but he saw a trace of joy flashing in his eyes, waved the spear in his hand, and said coldly: "Attack." ”

"Attack." The commanders around him hurriedly sounded the horn of attack, and thousands of elite light cavalry launched an offensive in an instant.

"Boom~" The earth is trembling, although the light cavalry is not as magnificent as the heavy cavalry, but it is only relative, and the foot soldiers do not get up, thousands of horses galloping like the momentum is indeed not small, however, whether it is the rotating defenders or ordinary horsemen in this horse farm, they are in contact with the war horses on weekdays, and more and more turbulent thousands of horses galloping have seen it, and thousands of horses are moving, but it can't make his heart change color.

"Archery." Wang Yang pulled out the sword hanging from his waist and commanded.

Although there were few battles in the horse farm, because of its importance, there were still a lot of weapons stored in the farm, and bundles of arrows were brought out, led by those veterans of a hundred battles, who took the lead in shooting the enemy horses with bows and arrows.

Seeing that a thick layer of antlers in front of him blocked the way forward, Gao Ran's face was slightly gloomy, the horse's hooves were not stopped, and he rushed forward in person, and the iron gun in his hand waved suddenly, and he was angry and angry: "Drink ~ Ha"

This Gao Ran is worthy of being one of the original Hebei Four Court Pillars, and can be listed with Yan Liangwen and Zhang He, just in terms of this force, it is really powerful, a heavy antlers, not two or three hundred catties but also a hundred catties, if it is an ordinary person, they have to be lifted by two people at the same time, but he was shot out of the way, and crashed into the rear of the antlers, and suddenly under the gloomy gaze of Wang Yang and others, the first layer of antlers slightly revealed an opening.

"Rush." Gao Ran held a gun on his horse, and he had not yet completely entered the state of fighting, but he was also extremely brave.

The light horsemen on the left and right hurriedly overthrew the antlers one by one along the opening, arrows rained down, and the defenders in the horse farm also began to counterattack.

"Puff~"

Wang Yang has a big bow in his hand, this is already his limit, no more, no less one stone is just right, if it is light, it seems to be a little gravitational hammer cotton-like loss, if it is too heavy, and it is not what his arm strength can bear, fortunately, the lethality of a stone strong bow is not small, and ordinary soldiers in the army can only pull a long bow, which is equivalent to about thirty catties, Wang Yang can afford to pull a stone strong bow is already good.

The arrow came out and fell, the corners of Wang Yang's mouth were full of confidence, and the door of the horse farm was closed. Everyone climbed the arrow tower, condescending, occupying a big advantage, after all, the horse farm is their home field.

There are four arrow towers behind the gate of the horse farm, all of which are slightly higher than the gate, and their purpose is to defend against the enemy, more than 300 horsemen and nearly 100 veterans are divided into four groups, each occupying an arrow tower, and they have set up bows and arrows to try to force the enemy to retreat. (To be continued......)