For a moment, Yang Chuan felt that he was a good man, leading a group of cottage minions to rob homes and lure enemies in, not the Marquis of Changning and the Taishou of Shuofang County.

It's a strange feeling, it comes and goes away faster.

Just a flash, and then it was gone.

Yang Chuan was rowing while thinking about it, and he knew a little in his heart: in the final analysis, he was just a cook, and in his blood, without the talent and genes of Huo Quzhi's golden iron horse, naturally, he would never be able to become a brave and warlike general.

Of course, perhaps it was the genes and traditions of the Han Empire, he felt that although he was a cook and a farmer, he always had some anti-thief qualities in his bones.

For example, at present, this set of guerrilla warfare methods is easy for him to grasp and quickly grasp its essence.

Therefore, the battle he commanded could not fight the meaning of the beacon fire and gunsmoke and the iron horse glacier at all, but was more like a hunting act of man and beast, luring, trapping, trapping, and cold arrows......

……

At the other end of the passage, the infrastructure battalion built a very strong military fortress in advance, choked the neck of this passage, and prevented the 700 Hun cavalry from entering.

The military village is not high, it is only four or five zhang high, and a large section is protruding on both sides, and dozens of crossbow arrows are designed on it.

Visible to the naked eye, small silvery-white fish with the thickness of fingers in the sea swarmed, shuttling quickly in the red-stained water, as if they were gulping down the dirty blood water.

Finding that the deceived Huns jumped like thunder, they pulled their bows and shot arrows to fight back.

It's just that in the face of this well-designed military fortress in front of them, the Huns' bows and arrows are basically useless, because those shooting holes are too small......

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen Huns were shot and fell into the water.

The horses that had lost their owners neighed on the muddy and narrow paths, and turned in circles in some panic, as if they were hesitating whether to rush into the water and escape.

At this moment, a very ugly singing voice came.

Yang Chuan came with a small boat.

On the water in the distance, two or three hundred small boats quietly appeared, like some ghost boats gliding slowly, and there was no one on the bow, but it gave people the feeling of danger and weirdness.

"Damn Han Chinese!"

"We've been fooled!"

"Quick, retreat, retreat!"

Seven hundred people crowded into a narrow passage, lined up in a long line, and in the early morning mist, like a flock of panicked juvenile bar-headed geese, eager to fly, but with little strength on their wings, they could only watch the small boats slowly approach.

Woohoo!

After a flurry of arrows, the faces of the Huns became more and more ugly.

On each of those ships, a wooden box was designed, covered with a layer of hardened cowhide, and there were two layers of wool felt inside, on which the Huns' wolf teeth and arrows were shot, and only a 'crackling' sound was made, and even the wooden box could not be shot.

However, in the wooden boxes, a simple crossbow machine was installed.

There was a click.

Two or three hundred crossbow arrows burst out, and more than 100 people were shot over, and 'puff puff pass' fell into the water, struggling to sink to the bottom of the water amid a wail of pain.

The water of Kubuqi Haizi was dyed red.

This kind of battle was simple, rough and exciting, which made Zhang Anshi and the three thousand young men he led their faces beat enthusiastically, and they couldn't help but want to shout a few times; For Yang Chuan, it is basically not interesting.

It's just a slaughter after luring the enemy in.

So, half an hour later, on that passage, only a few hundred dazed war horses were left snorting, looking very innocent.

War horses are indeed innocent, so before designing this battle, Zhang Anshi clearly told those teenagers that they would only shoot people, not horses.

After all, a good Hun war horse can be exchanged for nearly five or six acres of high-quality watered land, so calculated, seven hundred war horses, is not more than 4,000 acres of watered land?

Tsk, get rich!

Two teams of young men in leather armor rushed out of the military village, and with the spears in their hands, they poked to death the Hun cavalry who were still struggling in the water, and then took away the war horses.

"Sweep the battlefield quickly!"

"The second team of Huns is coming!"

"Five hundred cavalry, driven in front of a group of Han Chinese slaves, with wooden shields, spears, ropes and wooden ......"

A small boat came quickly, but it was the eyes and ears of the previous ambush who rushed to report the military situation.

Before the teenagers could finish clearing the battlefield, there was a chaotic sound of footsteps and horses' hooves trampling the mud, accompanied by a rain of arrows, and the teenagers dragged their spears backwards and hurriedly got into the fortress of the army.

Yang Chuan, who was watching the battle from a distance, laughed for a while.

These guys, it is estimated that they train in mounted archery during the day, and they obviously have little experience in this kind of one-sided slaughter; But it doesn't matter, this person is like a group of newly weaned wolf cubs, in all kinds of tense and exciting battles, sooner or later they will sharpen their sharp minions and turn into a group of howling wolves.

He glanced into the distance, then propped up the boat and walked the way it came.

Only 500 people came in this time, who do you look down on? I have to find a way to trick in more, so that Zhang Anshi can make a windfall......

Thinking like this, after a stick of incense.

On the third pole of the sun, a layer of mist rose on the water surface of Kubuqi Haizi, spreading on the sparkling water surface; When the breeze blows, the mist slowly drifts away, forming clouds and clouds.

In the mist, Yang Chuan saw another long group of Hun cavalry holding wooden shields entering the passage, and couldn't help laughing: "Look, this is the Huns who have not been beaten by guerrilla warfare." ”

Knowing that after more than a thousand people entered that passage, there was no more information, but the centurion and the centurion behind didn't care at all, and blindly urged the four or five centurions to rush forward, and they were not afraid at all.

What a simple opponent.

What a simple and honest Huns, then, wait and see.

Yang Chuan rowed the boat into a reed, opened his bag, took out a bag of marinated beef tendons, pinched up a few thin pieces and stuffed them into his mouth; After that, he carried the green skin gourd, and the 'ton ton ton' was three big sip of wine.

Lying on his back on the boat, looking at a few white clouds in the blue sky, silently drifting to the north, Yang Chuan suddenly thought: "Huo Quzhi, Cao Xiang and the others, at this moment, they should have broken the Dragon City and are chasing and hunting Yi Zhixian's uncle Luo Gubi, right?" ’

……

In fact, on the grassland more than 1,700 miles away, Huo Qubing was riding a horse and galloping.

Behind him were eight hundred brightly clad Feather Forest orphans!

The Yulin army ran a long distance, wiped out more than 30 small tribes of the Huns in a row, killed all the people there, drove away all the cattle, sheep and livestock, and selected 800 light horsemen, and went all the way to the north with a stop and arrived at Longcheng at the fastest speed.

Yang Chuan told Huo Quzhi that the so-called Dragon City was actually a small Tuweizi town, which was not interesting at all.

Sure enough, at dawn.

In the distance, the dragon city is an earthen enclosure, with earthy yellow houses, stone altars, and a few large dilapidated cowhide tents, with dozens of puffs of cooking smoke coming out, which looks a little boring.

At this moment, the Dragon City is quiet.

On the grassland, a layer of mist peculiar to the height of summer, on those lush pastures, the crystal clear dew drops shiny and trembling, as the breeze blows, some of the dew drops fall and disappear on the wet soil.

The same is true of all kinds of wildflowers, which are covered with beautiful dewdrops.

Some of the young women got up early, came out of their tents, and squatted in the grass not far away to pee; Some of the old shepherds were busy in the pens, their dirty sheepskin robes stained with dew and grass clippings.

All of a sudden.

The ground began to tremble slightly.

The dew on the blades of grass and the petals of the flowers suddenly began to shake, shining in the early morning sun, and from a distance, the golden light on the sparkling dew shone brightly, and soon they gathered into a large patch.

After a dozen breaths, dew began to fall.

After five or six breaths, the dew fell to the ground one after another, like a nectar, and the ground of the grassland was wet; Even the blades of grass and flower petals began to tremble slightly.

A troop of cavalry came.

Some experienced shepherds, with their wrinkled faces, gradually showed a warm smile, and their deep eyes seemed to blame: 'Look at these young people nowadays, they don't know how to cherish war horses, and when they see that they are going home, they still have to ride their horses and gallop wildly, just like those stupid and coquettish Qiang people......

Thereupon.

When the 800 Yu Lin Erlang quietly appeared on the horizon, led by a young general, gradually increasing the speed and launching an attack in a gradual and rapid manner, the Huns who got up early were all confused.

Where did this squad of cavalry come from?

Look at the bright armor on his body, look at the bright red feathers on the bright iron helmet, and see the scarlet scarlet feathers fluttering high behind him, making the sound of hunting......

It's not good, it's Han!

Han cavalry!

With a shout, the Huns panicked.

The old shepherd roared and called out to the young warriors who were still in the tents, and hurried to open the wooden doors of the stables, so that the horses could neigh and gallop out, so that as soon as the young warriors stepped out of the tents, they could turn over and join the battle.

After living on the grassland for a long time, I have become accustomed to many things.

The women on the prairie are actually no different from cattle, sheep and horses, they are all the property of a certain tribe, a certain tent, and a certain noble lord; In particular, some lowly Hun women not only had to work like cattle, but also waited to be called into the tent, stripped and washed themselves, and let the men gallop.

As Yang Chuan once said, you have to ask what is the women's war on the grassland?

The women will tell you very seriously—

War is about changing men.

When a man from this tribe is killed by a man from another tribe, the cattle, sheep, livestock, women and children under his tent become the property of another tribe, and in essence, it is as if nothing has happened, nothing has changed.

That's right.

The only change may be that the name will be changed.

For example, in the previous tribe, your name was Siqin Gaowa, and in the other tribe, your name might be Niu Colu Naying or something, anyway, it's almost the same, I guess even they haven't figured it out......

In this way, Huo Qubing and his eight hundred iron horsemen swept like a gust of wind.

As soon as the Hun warriors who heard the warning came out of their tents, they were met by the fiercely rammed Han iron cavalry in bright armor; Before they could react, two or three hundred people had their heads cut off.

The cold sword light was as fast as lightning, and many people were chopped upside down and flew out three or four feet away before they felt the pain, and after falling to the ground, they struggled slightly, let out a long breath, and died.

When the Yulin Army charges, it generally has three types of blades.

Scimitars, horse lances, iron flails.

Zhangba horse lance is used when facing the enemy head-on, suitable for stabbing, sweeping, oblique insertion, and more postures when poking people; The iron flail is mainly used to break armor, and if it is flailed, it will still be a fatal blow even in the face of fine iron armor.

The first two types of blades belong to the regular equipment of the Han army.

And this kind of grassland people's favorite scimitar is a 'killing weapon' determined by Yang Chuan, Huo Quzhi, and Cao Xiang after repeated deliberations and tests.

The knife is three feet two inches and six minutes long, made of fine iron, and the whole blade is curved, heavy in front and light in the back, which is most suitable for chopping on horseback.

Especially in the face of the leather armor commonly equipped by the Huns, the lethality of this scimitar is far better than any other sword......

This one charge used up nearly two dozen breaths.

Huo Qubing and the orphans of the eight hundred feather forests rushed to the other end of the Tuweizi city wall of Longcheng in one breath, turned the horse's head in a good time, and began to charge back the same way.

In this wave, there were several times more Hun warriors who rushed out with strange screams, almost seven or eight hundred people, one by one, they were dismantled one by one, and they didn't have time to jump on horseback, so they had to face a wave of charges from the eight hundred Yulin army like a dragon.

Almost all the Huns, their faces changed greatly, and they screamed again and again: "Archers, release arrows, release arrows!" ”

"Stop them!"

“……”

On the back of the galloping horse, Huo Qubing put the knife into the sheath, and took off the Zhangba horse lance hanging on the horse, as if the god had descended, and roared angrily: "Kill!" ”

The orphans of the Eight Hundred Feather Forest shouted in unison: "Kill!" Kill! Kill! ”

(End of chapter)