Datang: Salted fish at the beginning, Gao Yang was given marriage by Li Er

Chapter 268 The Military Soul Standing in the Frontier
The night is dark, and the bright moon breaks through the clouds.

The lights of the Datang military camp illuminated by the clear light gradually went out, the noisy whispers gradually laughed, and under the darkness of night, snoring kept coming and going.

Looking far away to the border of the Western Frontier, the Tuyuhun army soldiers who attacked the important military city, tore open the defense line of the Great Tang Western Frontier, and the entire battle in the Western Frontier gradually eroded under the ravages of barbarians.

The armies organized by the branches of various tribes gradually dispersed during this smooth attack. The leaders of the various tribes gathered in the big town during the day and ravaged the surrounding villages at night, in order to search for more gold, silver, food and grass.

The bright moon hangs high, red and smudged with cold brilliance, climbing up to the sky.

The burning house couldn't help the flames eating away, and collapsed with a crash, and the wreckage rolled onto the ground and spread out, soaking in the blood-spreading mud and making a 'chi chi' sound.

There were screams in panic, figures riding horses wielding knives were intertwined in the flames, a five or six-year-old child, holding the arm of half of the corpse, sat on the ground in horror and cried loudly.

Not far away, a Han woman struggled to be carried on her shoulders by a furry figure in a felt hat, and was thrown under a collapsed ruined wall. She tore off the woman's clothes while grinning grinningly, and heart-piercing screams filled the air. This village.

Hearing the mother's screams, the child wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes with his soiled clothes, climbed up and ran to the ruined wall, stretched out his young arms, and cried helplessly.

"Mother...Mother..."

"do not come!"

The scream of the woman suddenly rose, and she struggled to raise her head and poked her head out from behind the ruins.

Snapped.

A slap on the face was slapped hard, and then the words of babbling came from the top of the head.

You don't need to think about it to know that they are some rude curse words. The woman kept waving her hands towards the small figure who was walking, she closed her eyes and shed tears, and she kept pleading with the barbarian with words.

"He's a kid...don't hurt him...I don't struggle..."

"Please...please let him go...please..."

It seemed that he lost interest in the figure under him in an instant, looking at the young deep-set eyes with a touch of ferocity, the barbarian showed a disheveled figure from the ruins, pulled out his sword in a 'swipe', the corner of his mouth With a cruel smile, he took a step forward.

A pair of hands embraced from behind, holding back the steps towards the young child, the woman raised her head and wailed bitterly.

The figure holding the knife raised his head and broke free, kicked the woman suddenly, swung the scimitar in his hand, and slashed towards the woman's neck.

Whoosh.

There was a soft sound of arrows flying in the air, and the barbarian who swung the knife subconsciously turned his head back. There was a bright spot in his eyes rushing towards him, puffing into his chest, nailing the ruins behind him, his tail feathers were still trembling slightly, gushing out The blood dripped from the broken bricks and tiles.

The woman who survived the catastrophe frantically hugged the running child, trembling and vigilantly looking in the direction of the arrow.

A burly figure stood in front of the flames, he swung his bow, changed his knife, and rode his horse towards another barbarian who was about to shout. The huge impact knocked the fleeing figure into the air, blood gushed from his mouth and nose, and he fell heavily to the ground, rolling out twice Just stopped.

Shhhhhh.

With a pull of the rein in his hand, the horseman stood up and hissed to the sky.

The figure with the torn armor on the horse's back looked cold, and he threw a spike onto the chest of the barbarian who swayed out of the house, staring blankly at the blood in his deep-set eye sockets before seeing the situation clearly, flowing down the cold The blade flowed off the handle, and he fell down suddenly in a blur of consciousness.

The person who came slashed his sword immediately, with a deep and deep voice.

"Quick fight!"

Figures rushed out from the dark corner, and the figures of a dozen people quickly skipped over the trembling ones, one large and one small, and scattered in all directions of the village.

There were not many barbarians who were looting in this small village, and the figures of cold sword soldiers suddenly appeared in the eyes of the laughing and cheerful eyes. Without knowing the number of enemies, they were suddenly surrounded, and the sound stopped abruptly.

Before he could throw away the grain bags and livestock he had snatched in his hands, he collided with the cold blade soldiers charging on horseback, and was instantly overturned by huge force. The shining Tang knife followed one after another, chopping the frightened figure to death in a pool of blood.

The figure who was the first to gallop his horse through the stroke of the barbarians was the general who had escaped earlier.

He swung his knife and cut down a barbarian who was about to mount his horse, and several barbarian cavalry who came back to their senses from the side rushed back with arrows.

Bang bang bang.

The general who defended the city turned around to go to the horse's belly, and pushed aside the two stray arrows that were shot at the horse.

The Han soldiers behind followed immediately, and angrily chopped off the arms of several barbarians who were still taking arrows.

The situation was overwhelming, and the dozen or so barbarians on the other side of the village saw this and turned their horses around. Except for a few who were pulled off their horses and stabbed to death angrily, the rest frantically beat their horses' buttocks and fled as if they were dead.

Some Han soldiers wanted to chase after them, but they were stopped by the generals guarding the city.

"We have few people, and we don't have enough horses and weapons. Don't chase any more."

After saying that, he grasped the handle of the knife, put the bloody Tang knife back into the scabbard, looked back at the few villagers with frightened eyes, and took a deep breath.

"Let's lie to a village... We can save as many as we can..."

drive drive drive.

The figure whipping and urging the horse followed the figure galloping in front of him, and quickly merged into the night.

It had been several days since the Tuyuhun army captured Bingcheng. Fortunately, these barbarians were afraid of Fu Yun's prestige and did not dare to act rashly. They only sneaked out under the cover of the dark night to plunder some treasures for their tribe. forage.

"General Zhang, the barbarian soldiers can spread to these small villages and tribes. If we can't kill them all, we may be burned."

Some soldiers rode over, and the figures galloped side by side in front of them, which reminded them a little uneasy.

The man called General Zhang leaned over his horse's back and gripped the rein secretly, pondered for a moment before making a sound.

"It's okay."

"Bloodwashing the old, weak, sick and disabled in Stone City, these beasts privately want to build an altar to sacrifice to the heavens, and proclaim the blessings of the Longevity God. Even if the altar is sealed, it will take three days. We can at least survive in these three days."

"After three days, if the barbarians make a big move, it will be even more difficult for us to make such a surprise attack."

During the words, the general surnamed Zhang raised his whip and urged the horses under his crotch to gallop again.

The sound of whistling wind filled his ears, and the sound of whipping and beating horses sounded one after another behind him. The cold wind poured into the neckline, and the general shrank his head.

"Calculating the time, the scouts sent out earlier must have brought the news to the army, and someone will respond sooner or later."

"If you carry on, maybe we can cooperate internally and externally to bring out more accurate news!"

A spot of light appeared on the dark horizon, which was the direction of the burning village. The general shifted the horse's head silently, clamped his legs around the horse's belly, and added a sentence.

"Even if no one responds, there are people with lofty ideals in the surrounding counties to strengthen our team."

"After saving the last few villages, at dawn, we went to the surrounding villages to organize the relocation of the people."

"Huh~ This border is about to rot, I hope it won't rot too quickly before the arrival of the army."

(End of this chapter)