After the rainstorm, the grassland was baked by the scorching sun, and it was like a huge steamer, and the rising water vapor carried the smell of rotting grass roots, mixed with the smell of human feces and horse drowning, and it was almost impossible for people to eat. What's even more terrifying is that the smell of mosquitoes and gadflies on the grassland has caused them to hover over the camp one by one. The miasma, coupled with the bites of mosquitoes and flies, had caused many lightly injured sergeants to begin to develop fevers, and white maggots had grown on some of the purulent wounds, and the carrion could only be cut off by Lang Zhong, who accompanied the army, with a red-hot knife.

"Brother, don't look at us now miserable, there is a way to endure hardships in order to become a master. You see me, I have a salary of 80 yuan a year, and there are already two households under my command, and the commander has an order, and ordinary sergeants can receive up to 20 households, what an honor. Although being a soldier is a knife licking blood, this battle is only a few times a year, and the rest of the days, in addition to practicing martial arts, the days are more comfortable than you being a coachman and running around in the wind and rain. Even if they encounter a battlefield where they are fighting and becoming soldiers, what can the ordinary people do? It is not a matter of time sooner or later. We eat military rations, and this knife handle is in our hands, but it is more stable than that of ordinary people. Don't you think this is the reason? Life and death are fateful, wealth is not in the sky, if you don't take advantage of the time when you are young and strong, will you still be driven by others when you are old?"

Huang Chucai, the commander of the ten, rolled his tongue hard, trying to persuade the coachman Wang Wu Wei to join the army, this man was both honest and willing to work, and in three days, nearly half of the sergeants of the Bashan Battalion were killed and wounded, and some people were also added to the crossbowman's ranks. This Wang Wu Wei was also itchy by him, and said in a hurry: "The small people have been eating in the car dealership for generations, and they don't have to be strong in martial arts, and they can't get into the eyes of the captain." He saw that he was often the captain of the Bashan Battalion who was expressionless, and the people were a little afraid of this captain who was said to like to eat human flesh.

"We are soldiers and eat food, and it is not a show of art in the rivers and lakes, how can there be those martial arts that the gods and gods talk about, this most basic kung fu is to shoot a bow and arrows. Huang Chucai said as he picked up a hard bow casually, opened the bow with all his might, and suddenly felt that something was wrong with the bow, and with a "boom" sound, the bowstring broke in response, if it weren't for his head being fast, he almost pulled out a blood mark on his face.

Huang Chucai looked at the military standard recurve bow that made him look great with some chagrin, and his mind suddenly flashed, ouch, it's broken.

Zheng Bing, the captain of the Condor Battalion, frowned and took a recurve bow handed over by the sergeant, held the back of the bow with his left hand, and pulled it with his right hand. He sighed under his breath as he had three recurve bows beside him that had broken the bowstring. The bowstrings carried by the sergeant Lanzhou were replaced and used in the fog and rain yesterday, and now the bows and crossbows are generally unusable, although the same is certainly the case in the enemy army, but the Lanzhou army, which has lost the benefits of the bow and crossbow, suffers even more.

Xiao Jiu was calm and calm, and said with a smile: "Captain Zheng doesn't have to worry, I just happened to bring some extra bowstrings in case of emergency." As he spoke, he asked the sergeant to open several boxes on the cart that had been thinly sealed with oiled paper and beeswax, and there were bundles of bowstrings in them, and I was afraid that there were tens of thousands. "In order to prevent this weapon from being damaged by moisture, I also brought some repair craftsmen, if the sergeants still have crossbow machines and other repairs that are not needed, they can be sent to the baggage camp. Xiao Jiu's voice was calm and calm, with the demeanor of a general. Zheng Bing secretly said in his heart, it seems that it is right to go out of the fortress and go with the baggage camp in the future, not to mention anything else, how can there be so sufficient military resources and grass?

Opposite the Lanzhou barracks, the party cavalry is also worried about the fact that the bow can not be opened, the bow and crossbow is the main weapon of the two armies in this era, a few days ago it was fog and rain, the party and Qiang soldiers from afar hurriedly entered the battle, not only most of the bowstrings can not be used, even the back of the bow has been scattered and cracked, and there are not many arrows left. Without the advantage of bows and crossbows, in the next battle, it is to pave the way with flesh and blood, but the Lanzhou sergeants do not seem to be a team that will collapse once the white-knuckle engagement, and the crossbow carts they have are simply a nightmare for the cavalry who broke into the car formation.

"Yanei, if this continues, our people will run out, and I'm afraid that this Lanzhou car array won't be able to take it. Looking at the military flag standing in the Lanzhou car formation, there was a faint sound of hearty laughter and the smell of meat and rice in the wind, and it could be seen that the life of the Lanzhou caravan was much better than that of these Qiang soldiers outside. After three days of continuous attack, the Dangxiang Qiang cavalry left a corpse outside the Lanzhou car formation, and none of them really disturbed the defense of the car formation, and the heroes among the Qiang people seemed to be sent to the door to be slaughtered, and the leaders of many tribes already had great opinions in private.

Po Chaowu also read the Han book, which records that the Western Han general Cai Ling led 5,000 Han troops out of the fortress, fought thousands of miles, killed countless Huns, and under the siege of tens of thousands of cavalry by the Huns, they were killed back to the Great Wall 100 miles away, because the arrows failed. When he first read this verse, he was full of disbelief, thinking that it was the Han people themselves who put gold on their faces, and the grassland people were unparalleled in riding and shooting, how could they be restrained by a mere 5,000 foot soldiers. After a few days of bloody battles, he believed that the Han people with thousands of foot soldiers could completely defend this chariot formation as firmly as Mount Tai. Of course, as long as the cavalry of the steppe pulled out their feet and ran, these foot soldiers could not catch up.

Cai Jifeng's expression was also very uncomfortable, he had lived in the state capital for a long time, not like Cai Jiqian, who was away all the year round, ambitiously gathered a large group of people to come, but he couldn't even eat a small caravan, he looked at the wolf smoke rising from the sky in the Lanzhou car array, and secretly relieved himself in his heart, this group of people is alone, as long as they attack for a few more days, they will definitely be able to go down, and all those who resist me will be beheaded when the time comes.

He was secretly ruthless in his heart, and suddenly heard a strange scream from someone among the Qiang soldiers in the party, like a stone stirring up a thousand waves, the entire Qiang soldier camp was in an uproar, Cai Jifeng was about to be angry, but he saw the guards around him stammering and pointing to the east, he looked at the fingers of the guards, and his eyes were suddenly dull.

I saw that on the horizon in the distance, there was a faint trace of a line of cavalry, at first only about 100 cavalry stood on the high slope, but then slowly walked up nearly 1,000 cavalry and the leading cavalry formed a neat cavalry formation, the first cavalry struggled to raise the banner, waving in the wind, and the word "Wu" was written in a big way.

Lanzhou Wu Yingying, he actually personally led the troops to help, so possible, could this be planned in advance? Cai Jifeng was shocked, he finally understood who the Lanzhou car array had released for three days and three nights of wolf smoke in a row, and who was leading the way.

The cavalry of Lanzhou is very neat, and even has some pleasing feelings, this neatness is not the meticulous steadiness of the infantry formation, but the cavalry stepping on the same rhythm of jumping, making people feel as if this is a living whole. This sense of rhythm was particularly felt by the Qiang Department of the Party, who were also good at cavalry warfare, and they were all shocked that the cavalry army could actually be trained like this. The sturdy horses had rested under the hillside beyond Dang Xiangqiang's field of vision, and the cavalrymen had preferred to carry their own grain and grass rather than burden the horses during the past few days of travel, and now they had finally paid off.