Finally survived Houyan, and when the Dawu Empire gradually began to decline, it was divided into the five major vassal states and the six kingdoms of Jinxi, but as the leader of the northern frontier at the beginning, Shaodang Barbarian also declined, and the speed of decline was even more serious than that of its old opponents.

When Mosha succeeded Shao as the barbarian king, he was surprised to find that now don't talk about dealing with the vassals of Dawu, even at his own door in the northern Xinjiang, not many people take themselves seriously, because at this time, the glory of the ancestors has long ceased to exist, and Shaodang has become an inconspicuous small tribe.

"Times are different, if it continues like this, Shaodang will only become a memory, forever drowned in the long river of history"

When Mosha's father said these words to him, his eyes widened, and he swallowed his last breath reluctantly.

Perhaps, when it was really time for the survival of the Shaodang barbarian tribe, Mosa knew that he had no choice, and all he had in front of him was to break the cauldron and throw off his arms, so let's do it.

Mosa found a few small tribes that were friendly with his father and could not get along either, and barely gathered enough 4,000 warriors to stretch out his claws to the town of Qulan, as long as he could lead the allies to break through this town of Qulan, he could bring back carts of slaves, women, goods, and cloth.

At that time, his prestige increased greatly, and when he climbed to the heights, some small tribes would flock to his side and throw themselves under his command in order to keep warm, and when he thought of the big cake he painted for himself, Mosa couldn't help but want to laugh out loud.

"Young king, I am your most loyal servant, but also your most powerful weapon, as long as you give the order, I will go to capture the town in front of you for you, all the honor belongs to us, and all the spoils are at your disposal."

It was Babekchi who spoke, a short man of five short stature, short but extremely slender.

He had a brutal face, less than seven feet tall, and his limbs were extraordinarily thick, with arms alone almost reaching the thighs of an adult, a bit like the muscular dwarven warrior of Lord of the Rings.

Batakch is in his early forties, but he is an old man who is a young man.

In the time of Mosa's father, Babakchi was the first courage to be a barbarian, and after two generations of barbarian kings, he always trusted him.

Batakchi repaid the trust of two generations of barbarian kings with great loyalty, and many barbarians had thrown olive branches to him, but Babakchi never forgot that he was a young barbarian, and he has been contributing his own efforts to the revival of Shaodang.

"Don't worry, it's not time for you to make a move, let the warriors of other tribes first consume the combat power of the Anning guards, and then you will lead the army to rush out and capture this city in one fell swoop."

Mosa waved his hand casually, signaling to Pullach not to be impulsive.

Looking at the dense barbarians outside the city, the mayor of Qulan Town felt dizzy, there were only five hundred garrisons in the town, even if it was a family raised by a big family, there were only more than a thousand volunteers in the city, although they had sent a sentry to ask for help, they didn't know when the reinforcements would arrive.

"Zitai, in your opinion, can we defend Qulan Town?"

Faced with the imminent attack of the barbarians, the mayor of Qulan did not consult with the town and the town lieutenant to discuss the military, but instead asked the opinion of a middle-aged scribe beside him.

This middle-aged scribe is surnamed Fang, named Zitai, eight feet long, with a handsome face, very dignified, although he is a civil official, he does not have the poor and sour Confucian spirit of a scholar, and between his eyebrows, there is a compelling heroic spirit.

Fang Zitai is not a native of Qulan Town, strictly speaking, Fang Zitai is not a peaceful person, no one knows where he came from, only that he is a scholar who likes to travel around the world, and came to Qulan Town by chance.

In the conversation with Fang Zitai, the mayor of Qulan was impressed by his knowledge and bearing, and repeatedly invited and retained Fang Zitai to live in Qulan Town for a long time and never left.

Fang Zitai put his hands in his sleeves and said calmly:

"Don't worry, Mingjun, Qulan Town is only a hundred miles away from the border city, we only need to hold on for half a day, and the reinforcements will arrive, and the barbarians will naturally retreat at that time."

"It's the first time I've encountered so many barbarians attacking Qulan Town, I'm afraid it won't take an hour for the city gate to be breached."

Mayor Qulan hesitated, and the words in his heart were still not spoken.

Fang Zitai seemed to see through Mayor Qulan's thoughts, and continued:

"The barbarians seem to be numerous, but I see that their clothes are disorganized, and their command is chaotic and disorderly, presumably it should be a team of several small tribes, temporarily put together, although there are many people, but there is nothing to worry about, as long as they can resist their first wave of attacks, they will naturally be discouraged because they cannot unite as one."

"Is that really the case?"

Looking at Mayor Qulan's anxious eyes, Fang Zitai nodded firmly.

The horn of the barbarian attack was low and violent, passionate and long.

In the vast wilderness, the barbarian soldiers were divided into various tribes, without the slightest formation and discipline, and flocked to the gate of Qulan Town like a tide.

"Oh no, the brutes are attacking the city......"

He He, who was temporarily requisitioned from the family of the big clan in Qulan Town, had seen such a scene, and he was a little flustered for a while, shouting loudly at the top of his voice, which immediately caused a commotion in the city, and the other soldiers also felt panicked.

"Shut up! If you dare to disturb the morale of the army again, I will kill you and not spare you! ”

Fang Zitai took over the command flag from the hand of Mayor Qulan, and said loudly without hesitation, and then opened his arms and encouraged:

"The other party is a brutal dog who kills people without blinking, if they open the city gate, they will definitely wash the villages and towns, and we can only fight to the death now to have a trace of life."

"Besides, most of the brute dogs are low-minded people, what are we afraid of, the garrison of the border city is already on the way to help, we only need to hold on for two hours, and someone will come to reinforce it, brothers, let's give it a go!

Fang Zitai's simple words instantly mobilized the momentum of the defenders of Qulan Town, and one by one they showed their arms and sleeves, vowing to live and die together in Qulan Town.

"Drumming, cheering"

"Knock Knock"

"Knock Knock"

The thunderous sound of war drums soared into the sky in an instant, and some of them drowned out the sound of bull horns.

The barbarians held different siege equipment, the barbarians in black armor held high wooden shields the size of ordinary door panels, and a team of archers lurked under the shields, and the barbarians in purple robes carried the ladder in twos and threes, and slowly advanced under the cover of the barbarians in light yellow clothes.

Fang Zitai visually measured the distance of the barbarian's approach, and raised the command flag in his hand:

"Crossbowmen prepare, listen to my orders, all shoot at the brutes in purple robes, and let ......"

"Brush Brush Brush"

The rain of arrows poured down like meteors towards the red-robed barbarians, as if the clouds were overwhelming, and the red-robed barbarians continued to fall to the ground with arrows, and the wailing and screaming were endless.

A barbarian leader, dressed in a purple robe, shouted at the friendly troops in pale yellow clothes:

"Warriors of the Ika Barbarians, tilt the shields in your hands more towards our side, otherwise the ladder will not be able to pass, and the city will be difficult to break."