A thousand iron floating guards rested in place.
Han Jiulang and Bai Jianxian raised the torch, and a group of people sat around and grilled dried meat and dry food.
Xin Zhuo took out the terrain map again and found that his ability to predict danger was very effective. This seemed to be an instinct that had existed since Fulong Mountain.
He felt that there seemed to be some weird danger or trap waiting for him to jump around, and his right eyelid twitched inexplicably.
He slid his fingers along the terrain map little by little, clicked on one place, and suddenly stood up and said: "Send someone to inform the Western Qin soldiers who came to greet them that they don't need to go to Baiwu Mountain. They will divide some of them and sneak into both sides of Baigou Stream, and the rest will be swaggering. Pick me up along the road, and then follow the route we came from. Then send someone to inform Xingling Mansion that no matter whether I am dead or alive, I am not allowed to come to rescue!"
Brother Sheng Ling, who was the only one who knew how to fight, looked at the map and looked confused: "Beyond Baigoujian is Xingling Prefecture. There can't be an ambush there. What are we going to do there? Why don't we go directly north from Baiwu Mountain and meet the army? Let’s meet up and go directly to Xingling Prefecture!”
"I doubt that the Western Region Soldiers will let me pass easily!"
Xin Zhuo looked into the distance, and suddenly his eyes narrowed. He saw birds and smoke rising into the sky in the distance. He didn't know whether they were enemies or friends. He immediately said: "Get on the horse and let's go!"
Before a group of people had eaten, they immediately took Tie Fuwei and headed straight for Baiwu Mountain.
As soon as they set off here, twenty to thirty thousand strange-armored Western Region soldiers sprang out from the left and right sides, with spears and white knives like a forest, and strange screams reaching into the sky.
Finally I saw the soldiers from the Western Regions with my own eyes. The horses were iron-blooded war horses, and the soldiers were tall soldiers with big noses and blue eyes. They looked quite intimidating.
Huang Dagui, Bai Jianxi and Murong Xiu, who had never experienced war, turned pale with fright and slapped their riding whips desperately.
"Run, run, run..."
Thousands of iron floating guards ran wildly, and tens of thousands of soldiers from the Western Regions chased them with howls and screams, and arrows shot at them like raindrops.
Fortunately, the Tiefu Guards have been on the battlefield for a long time and are well-trained. They can react and shoot back while running.
You come and I go, killing and retreating at the same time.
After dozens of miles of road, we arrived in a blink of an eye. In front of us was Baiwu Mountain. After bypassing Baiwu Mountain and walking another fifteen miles, we would reach Baigou Stream. After passing Baigou Stream, we would reach the eight prefectures controlled by the Western Qin soldiers. Tens of thousands of troops are there.
Xin Zhuo and his party had just climbed up the hill, and their hearts instantly sank.
I saw a neat square formation of 20,000 to 30,000 elite cavalry from the Western Regions in front of them, led by a dozen young men and women in gold helmets and iron armor, waiting in leisure time.
"This road is blocked!"
In the middle, a heroic female general from the Western Regions came forward waving a spear and laughing.
"What should we do? What should we do?" Bai Jianxi looked back and forth, jumping to his feet anxiously, "The total number of people before and after is 50,000 or 60,000, and we only have one thousand!"
"One thousand versus fifty thousand, the advantage is mine!"
Huang Dagui fiercely raised his sword, "Kill!"
"No! The prince is the courage of the Western Qin soldiers. Once there is a mistake, hundreds of thousands of Western Qin soldiers will be finished!"
Brother Sheng Ling grabbed Xin Zhuo's arm fiercely, "The prince must not be reckless. Let's go to Baiwu Mountain and hide for a while. If the third master knows it, he will definitely send soldiers to rescue him!"
Xin Zhuo stretched, feeling very calm, tightening his horse and rushing up the mountain first: "Then let's go up the mountain!"
A thousand iron floating guards turned around and rushed straight to the top of Baiwu Mountain.
"Gulu!"
Tens of thousands of soldiers from the Western Regions marched ahead in order.
"Gulu!"
Tens of thousands of pursuing troops from the Western Regions were already pressing towards the foot of the mountain.
The loud chanting of tens of thousands of people made people's scalp numb.
Xin Zhuo and his party had followed the winding mountain road to the halfway point of the mountain. When they turned back and looked down from a high place, they could more clearly appreciate the dark and overwhelming scene of tens of thousands of troops pressing on the border, and the shocking feeling that made people's hands and feet feel cold.
"What does Guru mean?"
Murong Xiu approached Brother Sheng Ling and asked in a low voice.
"It doesn't mean anything specific!"
Brother Sheng Ling glanced at Xin Zhuo with a worried look on his face, "It's the dialect of the Western Regions, also called Ge Lu or Gulu, which means long live and invincible! It's a bit like the might of the Western Qin soldiers!"
"It's just a slogan! It's just for showing off!" Huang Dagui concluded.
As he spoke, he had reached the top of the mountain. Xin Zhuo glanced around and was a little disappointed. From the map, it looked very big, similar to Fulong Mountain, but when he ran up, he found that it was just a small hill. Unfortunately, there were only a thousand people instead of ten or twenty thousand people. Come up, you may not be able to squeeze in.
After thinking about it for a while, he sat down with a clear plate and signaled Sweet Potato to open the roasted dry food and continue eating.
As a result, a group of people were worried and speechless, and he was the only one who ate sweetly.
Xin Zhuo ate three pieces of dried meat and looked at everyone curiously: "Aren't you hungry?"
Brother Sheng Ling smiled bitterly and said: "The general can't eat it. There are 50,000 to 60,000 elite enemy troops at the foot of the mountain. They seem to be coming to the county king. We will attack by force later. How long can we hold on?"
"Who said we have to hold on?" Xin Zhuo smiled, "If there's going to be a fight later, rush out!"
A group of people looked at each other, their faces paling a bit.
Ying Jianying seemed to know how to fight. She clasped her fists and said: "I don't know what the prince wants. If you want to rush out to fight, why didn't you rush at the bottom of the mountain just now? Why do you have to go up the mountain and charge again? The enemy is already ready. Charge down. Aren’t you just throwing yourself into a trap?”
This is what everyone means. The prince's idea is really unreasonable and incomprehensible.
Xin Zhuo pointed to the soldiers from the Western Regions who were getting closer and closer down the mountain: "I charged just now and the result is the same if I charge now. Besides, the Western Qin soldiers who greeted me are not in place yet, so they naturally have to go up the mountain to rest.
Moreover, these people at the foot of the mountain are indeed coming to me. It is not known whether there are other Western Region soldiers in the distance. If I hold on here, the Western Qin soldiers and horses from Xingling Mansion will definitely come to rescue me. When the main force of the Western Region soldiers finds out, they will definitely respond accordingly. arrange.
At that time, if the soldiers of the Western Qin Dynasty are too timid to let go because we are trapped, the soldiers of the Western Regions will make plans to besiege the city and bring reinforcements. No! We have to make the worst guess! They are just besieging the city to call for reinforcements!
Here, it is very likely that this will eventually develop into a decisive battle between the Western Qin soldiers and the Western Regions soldiers. How sure do you feel about the decisive battle between hundreds of thousands of Western Qin soldiers and hundreds of thousands or millions of Western Regions soldiers? The battle is over, it’s time for us to die!
Of course, I don’t know how to fight, but I have to think of the worst possible situation! "
"Then what?" Brother Sheng Ling got some clues. Based on his understanding of the soldiers in the Western Regions, what the prince said was very reasonable, and this worst-case scenario was likely to occur.
"Except for those who greeted me, none of the Western Qin soldiers can move. Just let them restrain the main force of the Western Region soldiers in Xingling Mansion..."
Xin Zhuo stood up and pointed downward: "I'll use myself as bait to see if I can kill these barbarians from the Western Regions!"
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Brother Sheng Ling was confused: "How to do it?"
Xin Zhuo glanced at the sun: "Are the people who came to pick me up fifteen thousand elites?"
"yes!"
Brother Sheng Ling nodded: "According to the prince's instructions, five thousand were divided into ambush in Baigou Stream, and the remaining ten thousand went straight to the east and followed the way we came from!"
Xin Zhuo smiled and said: "Can a thousand iron floating guards defeat one against ten?"
Brother Sheng Ling hesitated: "That's right!"
"I've seen it, and there is no Venerable Realm master on the other side!"
Xin Zhuo stretched out: "I have about ten men, and they are worth ten thousand. Three, four, five versus five or sixty thousand. I have the advantage! Rush out and surround us! Everyone changes armor!"
