The wind was slow, and the snow was full of bows.
The north wind is still strong, but the snow is falling bigger and bigger, between the heaven and the earth, there is no distinction between the southeast and the northwest, only the big snowflakes, densely packed, circling, flying, falling in the wind, one after another.
Zhao Wushu stepped on the ground, squinted his eyes, relaxed his body and mind in front of him, and carefully sensed the fluctuations of the earth caused by the galloping of thousands of horses.
At this time, the solid earth under his feet was like a calm water surface, and suddenly someone threw a stone, and the calm was instantly broken, and ripples swept in all directions.
According to his empirical analysis, the enemy was no less than 10,000 horsemen, and the distance was almost twenty miles away.
This made his blood boil, his fighting spirit soared, and his body was filled with a strong murderous aura.
This is just a subconscious, from the depths of the soul, to be precise, the Ming guerrilla general Zhao Qianli in the previous life fought for many years, killing the Japanese in the south and rejecting the Tatars in the north, and cultivated the killing machine in iron and blood.
The blood boiled, bubbling in his body, dispelling the cold inside and out, making him feel like he had crossed time and space for a while, returning to Daming.
He stepped on the stirrup, flew on the horse, and raised the horse lance with one hand, and he was about to gallop and lead thousands of horses forward to slaughter.
"When" At this moment, there was a sudden trilling sound of gold and iron in his ears, followed by a strong force, his arm was numb, and he could no longer hold the horse lance, so he could only let it fly away.
"Zhao Wudi, what do you kid want to do" Then there was a rumbling thunder, which shook the four fields and was deafening.
Zhao Wushu woke up from sleepwalking, looked around blankly, the snow was falling in front of him, the north wind was hunting, a burly man with a leopard's head and eyes, swallow jaws and tiger whiskers, holding a horse lance pointed at him, and kept roaring.
When I woke up from the dream, I found that I was still in Datang.
"Grandma, just your little body still wants to go desperately, you look at a very shrewd person on weekdays, why did you make a mess today, could it be that you are evil" Zhang Benlei muttered, his eyes widened, looking Zhao Wudi up and down, feeling that something was wrong.
"Hehe" Zhao Wudi just pretended to be stupid in desperation, hehe smirked, so that he could get by.
"Okay, Lao Zhang, don't talk crookedly endlessly.
Young people, strong in blood, always impulsive, you weren't like this when you were young" Liu Dashan is Zhang Benlei's hair, the two grew up together and joined the army together, people once ridiculed them for not leaving their mothers, and they can't leave their scales, so they have to be good early.
At this time, Liu Dashan unceremoniously interrupted Zhang Benlei's improvisation, and exposed his old bottom, blocked the splashing saliva, and then asked, "What should we do now?"
"Just a few of us, what else can we do" Zhang Benlei glanced at him dissatisfied, turned to Zhao Wuyi, and shouted: "Zhao Wudi, I ordered you to immediately leave for Shuofang City and report the enemy situation to General Qin: The enemy cavalry is coming from the north, and there are no less than 5,000 cavalry. ” Liu Dashan picked up the horse lance that Zhang Benlei picked up, handed it to Zhao Wudi, and urged: "Invincible, go quickly" "Uncle Zhang, what should you do?"
Zhao Wudi asked.
"The military situation is like fire, what are you doing with rambling and walking" Zhang Benlei turned around with a horse lance to support the war horse, adjusted the direction, slapped the horse's buttocks with his big hand, felt dissatisfied, and patted it again with the horse lance.
The sharp horse lance was patted, and a bloody hole was cut, and the war horse was in pain, roaring with a sigh, stepping out of the four hooves, and carrying Zhao Wushu towards Shuofang City.
Zhao Wushu controlled the war horse under his seat and galloped towards Shuofang City, but he was in a bad mood, and couldn't help shedding two lines of tears.
Zhang Benlei chose to let Zhao Wudi deliver the enemy situation to Shuofang City, but in fact, he gave him the chance to live, and this chance to live was still the only one.
Zhang Benlei chose to act arbitrarily this time, and did not consult the opinions of others, but no one raised objections, and there was dissatisfaction and resentment, all of which took it for granted.
This kindness and affection are comparable to mountains, how heavy it is that he is grateful, but he can't help but feel sad from his heart, and it is difficult for him to help himself.
The reason why the eight people were left behind was to block and clear out the Turkic scouts, so as to ensure that Zhao Wushu would avoid being entangled by the Turkic scouts, so that he could smoothly reach Shuofang City and deliver the enemy situation to General Qin, so that he could take precautions and respond in time.
With only eight border soldiers, it is difficult to deal with dozens, if not hundreds, of Turkic scouts.
Moreover, even if Zhang Benlei and the eight of them were mighty and successfully exterminated the Turkic scouts with one as ten, they would be followed by thousands of enemy troops and horses, and they would eventually be buried in the desert and crushed into pulp.
Uncle Zhang, Uncle Liu, Uncle Li, and Brother Qiao will never see each other again Sure enough, not long after Zhao Wudi left, dozens of horsemen came out of the wind and snow, and roared at Zhang Benlei.
The knights on horseback wore fur hats and leather jackets, and they were of different colors and styles, old and new, and looked disorganized.
These were the Turkic scouts, about thirty horsemen in all, carrying longbows, scimitars, maces, axes and other heavy weapons, skillfully unable to control their horses, and slaughtered them from the snow.
The Turks are a people on horseback, and after birth, they are inseparable from horses from the moment they can walk, and they are skilled in bowing and fighting, regardless of whether they are young or old They did not produce, but lived by grazing and looting, and when there was a shortage of food, or before the cold winter approached, they would gather a large group of men and horses to come to the territory of Datang to rob, year after year, without stopping.
Moreover, they have become accustomed to plundering the grain and property of the Tang people, and they think that it is a matter of course.
We Turks are bold heroes, the most hospitable, and when the guests come, they will surely pour out all their meat and wine, including women.
Around the roaring bonfire, singing and dancing, with the fattest cattle and sheep, the strongest wine, let the guests eat and drink well, and then cuddle the woman to sleep well.
We have no food and can't survive the cold winter, so what's wrong with going to your house to get some food and inviting your women to be guests This is the logic of the Turks, distinctive, unusually unique.
The brigade of men and horses went out to rob, and first sent dozens of people out of the sentry for dozens of miles, to get rid of the eyesore and the stingy ghosts who did not welcome the guests in advance, so as not to disturb the noble Khan and other nobles.
When the Turkic scouts saw Zhang Benlei and the others, they shouted excitedly, shouted in Turkic language, exchanged ideas with each other, and then, giving up their best horse archery, they held high their scimitars and other weapons, spread out into a fan shape, and pounced on their horses.
These Turkic scouts, because of their absolute superiority in numbers, gave up shooting with bows and arrows, and instead chose to bully by force, like a hunt, to fight more and less, wanting to tease and ravage the enemy to their heart's content.
Facing the Turkic scouts who were howling like wolves, Zhang Benlei pointed his horse at the enemy cavalry and shouted: "Brothers, for the sake of the Tang Empire, for the sake of the fathers behind you, kill the enemy" "Kill Kill Kill Kill" "Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng, Wan Sheng" Eight men, eight horses, and eight lances were raised high and slew at the enemy's horsemen: