In the heavy snow, the battle in the distance was completely boiling with the reinforcements led by Xu Huang, An Lushan, and Li Dao.

Two groups of soldiers from the Qingzhou Army and the Xiliang Army, plus the slaves who arrived later, stepped on the snowy ground and fiercely interspersed several miles of battlefields, fighting with these Western barbarians in the snow.

The barbarians of the Jinsa tribe, who originally had the advantage in numbers, cut into the battlefield with reinforcements from the Xia State and began to divide the arrays, gradually falling from stalemate to chaos.

They did not have a military position like the Overseer, and they played a role in the loss of the main general, and as the array was divided, the transmission of information between them was also cut off, and there was no way to know the situation of nearby friendly forces.

Xu Huang held the Xuanhua axe and urged the horse to walk through the snow, and Xiahoudun entrusted the soldiers and horses to him to lead, so he would not enter the battlefield like a fierce general.

Finding a higher place, he looked at the battlefield intertwined with wind and snow below, Ma Dai led hundreds of horsemen who had passed before, and had come back from a detour, Ma Dai asked his cavalry to rest their horses, and he asked Xu Huang where he was, and found this small slope.

The war horse under his command was scarred and tired, so Ma Dai parked the horse below and walked up to stand beside Xu Huang.

In the late Han Dynasty or the Three Kingdoms period, Ma Dai and Xu Huang had no chance to stand at the same height.

"Bo Zhan, how is it over there?" Xu Huang turned over and dismounted, looked at Ma Dai with blood splashed on his face, took a big axe, and then waved his hand to let his soldiers hand over a silk handkerchief.

Then, the sound of snow being trampled came from behind the side.

"Erlang, I just heard the news, General Xiahou led the brothers of the Qingzhou Army to catch the rats hiding behind, this rat in the west is a bit big!"

On the snow down the mountain, there were a few people hurrying down, and in this snowy forest, there were more than 500 instructors waiting.

"Li Dao and An Lushan cut into the battlefield from the northwest and northeast, and are cooperating with Lejin and Pang De's soldiers and horses to divide this group of barbarians."

"Over here, I see a figure!"

As Baddeley raised his sword in front of him, the more than 300 members of the congregation behind him took out their weapons from under their cloaks, shouting and chanting doctrines in their mouths, and there was fanaticism in their eyes.

Lothar did not open his mouth to persuade the student to leave with him, but nodded with satisfaction, and without leaving a word, he led more than a hundred instructors and left quickly.

"For Holy Lothar!"

He reacted, hurriedly drew a thin sword, and shouted to the cultists beside him, "The time has come to show your bravery, for Holy Lothar!" ”

The important strategic town of Sattila has been lost, and Lothar has no strategic significance in guarding an isolated city with only 30,000 men under his command.

In terms of combat effectiveness, they are not as good as ordinary soldiers with equal numbers, and the only thing they can do is their fanaticism for Holy Lothar.

Emperor Sakprut, for his part, presumably wouldn't blame him.

"Xiahoudun is difficult to support, I'm afraid that there will be some mistakes, so I have to go over and help, by the way, your war horse, borrowed to ride, anyway, you can't use it for the time being."

Not long ago, his teacher, Lothar, had told him that there might be marching priests in the army from the east opposite, who had been exposed, and that they had to shift their positions, return to Maiti, pack their bags, and organize the withdrawal of their men and horses.

With that, he pulled the reins and turned his horse's head and rushed towards the west, and hundreds of horsemen behind him also mounted their horses at this time, and rode their horses on the snow, and rushed to be the first.

Xu Huang knew that Ma Dai was joking, and a smile appeared on his face: "Miaocai handed over the responsibility of leading the army to me, he was ordered by His Majesty, and he had other things to do." ”

……

Before Baddeley could give the order, more than 300 people had already swooped down on the calf-deep snow from his left and right sides, towards the eastern cavalry that was spreading over there.

"Hide deep enough, these bold barbarians!"

"What?" Ma Dai put down the silk handkerchief and asked curiously.

These cultists are nothing more than a group of exiled nations and tribes that Lothar has bewitched in various conquered and destroyed countries and tribes over the years.

He was on the small slope, speechless looking at the back of the down,

The four hundred Feiqiang riders who were resting below saw the main general coming, and they got up one after another in the snow, and the sturdy Ma Dai walked in front of them and turned over a war horse that had just been brought in.

The 1,000 Qingzhou troops stationed here hula-la-pulled out of the way, and watched with envy as this group of Feiqiang riders swept past them.

Baddeley, who had come down, beckoned more than a hundred men to come and prepare to escort Lothar out of here, while he led the remaining three hundred and forty men to follow.

He held the ring-headed knife and pointed to the west: "If you can get on the horse, come with me and go to the aid of General Xiahou." ”

Here, Baddeley sent his teacher Lothar away, watching them disappear into the snow ahead.

There is nothing to hide, Xu Huang pointed in the direction of the west, "There is also a mouse, the prime minister changed the direction of the wind, and General Xiahou followed the direction of the wind." ”

Thinking like this, he left the snow forest and came to the bottom of the hill, and the master and apprentice were divided into two teams.

To the west, a gentle stretch of road beneath the distant hills, between the obvious walks, covered in snow, drooping branches occasionally shook from people's shoulders, and heavy snow fell down.

At this time, he remembered that it was Xiahoudun who led the army, and he looked around, but he didn't see a figure.

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned his head, Ma Dai, who was still beside him just now, was already walking back at some point, Xu Huang called him why he left, Ma Dai waved his hand back anxiously.

Ma Dai's expression was a little hideous, covered in blood, especially with an unknown head hanging from his waist, this picture was extremely iron-blooded.

In the distance, there were Baddeley, and the other instructors who didn't understand the words, but they knew it was from the East.

Xu Huang: "......"

"Teacher, you go first, if there are pursuers, I will resist for a while in the back, and buy you time to return to Maiti."

The snow was shaken off the branches at the edge of the snowy forest, and Baddeley, who had set up a guard array here, looked through the wind and snow, and saw a group of cavalry around the foot of the hillside, turning an arc, and rushing towards this side.

"For Holy Lothar!"

Ma Dai wiped the blood that slid across his cheeks and told the other party what he saw on the battlefield without any concealment.

"Kill them, this evil breath for Your Majesty!"

"What about Xiahou Miaocai? But chasing me and getting lost in the snow? ”

"Brothers, if the king humiliates the ministers and dies, they will all be killed with General Xiahou!"

The other party was so brave that Xiahoudun was startled, thinking that there was a deception, however, a cavalryman who was rushing past picked up the first figure to fly with a spear.

The stone hanging in Xiahoudun's heart finally fell, he thought that this group of people would be like the barbarians over there, not afraid of swords, not afraid of pain, but now it seems that he is thinking too much.

"Run over!" He clenched an iron spear with one hand, raised the other hand, and the cavalry of the Qingzhou Army behind him also followed closely behind his comrades in front, charging towards the swarm of Western barbarians.

The other party's expression was fanatical, there was no formation, there was no armor on his body, only a weapon, and with his flesh and blood, he dared to meet him.

As soon as the two sides clashed, the Qingzhou Army light cavalry felt it for the first time, what does it mean to rush up and send them to death.

These desperate barbarians looked crazy, but in fact, they all collided with their iron hooves and weapons, and many of them were knocked down by the war horses, and then trampled to death by the hooves of the galloping horses.

More than 300 people were killed in the blink of an eye, and only a few dozen people remained, and Xiahoudun only had one eye, looking around, the dark-skinned figure who was the leader just now was not in this group of corpses.

"Go to twenty people, scatter around and search for the dark-skinned man, remember! Gotta catch it alive! ”

Xiahoudun is impatient, but it doesn't mean that he is a reckless man, after all, he rarely won battles back then, and he was transferred to the rear, even if he was constantly promoted later, but he hid a grievance in his heart.

Especially when he saw that his clan brother Xiahou Yuan never understood anything, he could only charge into battle, and when he sat on the Western Front of the Great Wei, he was even more unwilling.

Soon after he gave the order, twenty of the cavalry that had already finished there immediately came out, all of them scattered, each going in one direction, fanning out to the west.

Just in front of their pursuit, Baddeley ran shallow and deep in the snow, he was not a heroic and warlike noble knight, let alone a strong martial arts ranger who had studied pharmacology with his teacher since he was a child, was proficient in entomoology, and later began to drill the doctrine of the camp.

When he encouraged the congregation to rush forward, he took the opportunity to escape, and now he had opened up some distance, but the snow was difficult to walk, and the other party was still on horseback, and it was not difficult to catch up with him.

At this moment, he did not dare to stop easily, and walked for another half mile or so, estimating that no one would chase after him, before he walked under a tree not far away, wiped the snow from a large rock, sat down against the trunk of the tree, and drank a sip of water.

"The teacher should have left the ...... safely"

He muttered this, and immediately, thinking that the group of Oriental cavalry had been tricked by himself just now, Baddeley laughed again, and his voice was a little louder: "These Orientals are really a bunch of fools. ”

As soon as the words fell, a black shadow flew in, and before he could react, it had been nailed a few inches above his head, and the tree shook, and the snow hanging on the branches fell in a sloppy manner, covering Baddeley's head and shoulders with a layer of snow and frost.

He pinched the sheepskin bag, looked up at what was nailed to the trunk, and his eyes shrunk for a moment, it was a feathered arrow.

He looked down and ahead.

A figure was riding on horseback, standing in the wind and snow ten feet away, slowly lowering its bow.

And on the left and right sides of the forest, snow fell, and the branches of the trees rattled, one, two, four...... Ten and a hundred figures rode out of the forest.

Baddeley threw down the water bag, stood up suddenly, and hurriedly pulled out the slender weapon at his waist, and in the forest to his left, a cavalry came out again and surrounded him.

At a glance, it is recognizable that this is an armor unique to the Orientals.

"Ahh Baddeley roared as if he had emboldened himself, his arm stretched out, and his slender sword stabbed at the nearest warhorse.

The cavalry over there pulled the reins, and the horse was like an arm, its hind limbs bearing the force, and its forelimbs were raised, and it was deflected to the right to avoid the sharp weapons that stabbed it.

The knight on horseback, the spear in his hand stabbed out at the same time, directly piercing Baddeley's right arm holding the sword, the cloth was torn, and blood splattered out.

Baddeley: "Ah! At the same time, he was knocked over in the snow with a spear by the cavalry who urged him forward.

"Caught!"

Several horsemen jumped off their horses, and one of them pulled a rope from his horse's breech and tied the black man with his companions.

The latter struggled to dig something out of his waist bag, but was beaten by the cavalry who pounced on him, and then tied up into rice dumplings and threw them on his horse.

"Back then, in the bitter cold land of the west, my brother and I fought with the Qiang people in the ice and snow, just like hunting, we had to find a way to intercept the back road of the prey, so as not to let the cunning prey escape."

Over there, inserting the bow back into the bow sac, Ma Dai looked at the 'prey' that was thrown on the back of the horse by the cavalry under his command and smiled, and then his eyes turned away, looking to the east, where the two Qingzhou army light horsemen were galloping.

When the two saw this, they hurriedly stepped forward to salute Ma Dai, and when they were about to ask if they had seen a dark-skinned person, they saw that the person they were chasing had been caught, and they couldn't help but be a little discouraged.

Soon after, Ma Dai took the prisoners and led his cavalry to Xiahou Dun's side, who already knew the news and bowed his hand to Ma Dai who came over with some reluctance.

The two of them didn't say much, and the soldiers and horses gathered together and returned to the battlefield over there, and when the two passed, the battle over there was nearing its end.

More than 10,000 barbarians of the Jinsa tribe were almost blocked by Lejin's 2,000 Qingzhou soldiers, and as reinforcements arrived, from three directions, this group of barbarians was divided into several pieces on the battlefield, cutting off the connection between them, shrinking step by step, and defeating one after another.

By the time Xiahoudun and Ma Dai led the army over, the fighting had stopped, most of the barbarians were killed directly, and a small number of those who lacked arms and legs were lying on the snow, waiting for the soldiers who were cleaned up to mend their knives, and then cut off their heads.

On Lejin's side, the loss of the 2,000 people in his hand was not small, and after counting, there were more than 800 casualties, and 365 people were killed in battle. The casualties of the first soldier were even greater, and he only brought out 200 men, and now only about 100 people were able to stand.

The original victory made Xu Huang and the others unhappy, for them, the carefully cultivated soldiers, even if they lost a few, they could make their hearts ache for a long time.

Not to mention the deaths and injuries of hundreds of people.

This devastating victory finally stopped at this time, and I had to show a serious look and re-examine the combat effectiveness of the Western barbarians.

If they knew all this, it was actually Zhuge Liang who did it deliberately, and they didn't know how they felt in their hearts.

However, Su Chen, the only one who knew the inside story, was also quite heavy in his heart after receiving the battle report, this was the biggest loss in attacking the West.

But definitely not the last.

He looked at Zhuge Liang, who was there with the old god over there, and complained a little: "Prime Minister, I know that you want to take the opportunity to warn the generals, but these soldiers ......."

"There is no mercy in the army, and there is no mercy in the strategy!"

Zhuge Liang's face was rarely indifferent and smiling like an idle cloud and wild crane, but looked at Su Chen with a serious face.

"That's what a good counselor does."

Su Chen closed his eyes and nodded, he knew that what Zhuge Liang said was also right, and there was no place to spread his anger in his heart, and when the generals outside came back, he asked Wu Zixun to go over and let everyone bring the prisoner in.

Immediately, I also found a military Chinese official who had always learned the Western language here to translate.

……

Baddeley was thrown off his horse, the wound on his arm at this time had been bandaged by the Eastern cavalry to stop the bleeding, and after getting up from the ground tremblingly, he looked at the other party's gesture, and then looked at the Satsuma Palace in front of him, swallowed his saliva, and walked over slowly.

"Hurry up!" The escort sergeant went up and pushed it.

Baddeley stumbled a few steps, only to take a bigger step.

As soon as he entered the dilapidated temple gate, the warmth of the flames inside hit his face, and he heard a majestic oriental voice coming from the figure on the king's chair.

"Ask him, but there is an old man named Zhang Jiao in the East, who is there with them!"

(End of chapter)