Li Fan turned around and wanted to go outside for some air, but suddenly she felt the corner of her clothes being pulled. She turned around and saw the mistress's eyes suddenly lighting up and her hoarse voice.
"Doctor Li, listen to it, is it this kind of sound?"
Li Fan lowered his head and listened for a while, but didn't hear anything.
"Yes, I really heard it just now." Xiao Luolan said again.
Li Fan saw that his mistress had not shown any signs of anxiety all night, but now, within just a few breaths, sweat broke out on her forehead. The mistress looked at her and said anxiously and firmly: "I really heard it."
Li Fan sat next to his mistress and waited with her.
Xiao Luolan looked at the soldier who still had a bad look on his face, held his breath and listened quietly, and finally heard the faint sound again. After hearing it, Li Fan smiled at the corner of his mouth: "It was a sound."
When Xiao Luolan heard this, her tense mind that had been tense all night suddenly relaxed. Her eyes were a little dizzy. It took a while before she recovered.
"Just ring it." She murmured, finally passing the first level.
Li Fan looked at his mistress: "Go and rest for a while. I will let you know when there is news."
Xiao Luolan nodded. When she walked out of the tent, she realized that it was almost dawn outside. The autumn morning was very cold. She was stunned for a moment when she saw Sect Master Zhou outside the tent.
Zhou Xu put the coat on his wife and held her hand.
"Let's go, Dongxue has already prepared breakfast."
Xiao Luolan's hand was held tightly by Sect Master Zhou, and the scorching temperature of the man's palm also spread to her body, like the blazing sun.
Return to your tent.
When Dongxue saw her mistress who had not returned home all night, she hurriedly greeted her. She had filled the copper basin with warm water and placed a small charcoal basin in the tent, waiting for her to come back to wash and eat. Have a warm sleep.
Last night, when she saw that her mistress had not returned for a long time, she got up and looked for it, and saw Lord Jiedushi. At that time, the mistress was checking the injured one by one. When she was about to call her, Lord Jiedushi told her not to disturb her. she.
Dongxue curtsied, and then saw that the master was holding the mistress's hand, and nothing was wrong. After thinking about it, he retreated outside.
Zhou Xu brought the copper basin, soaked the handkerchief in the warm water, then wrung it out and prepared to wipe his wife's face.
Xiao Luolan sat on the stool and took off her brown mask. She looked a little tired from not sleeping all night. Seeing that Sect Leader Zhou wanted to take care of her again, she said, "I'll do it myself."
Zhou Xu turned a deaf ear and wiped Madam's face with a slightly wet handkerchief, wiping her eyebrows, eyes, nose, and finally stopped at her lips.
The originally plump cherry lips were now covered with dried bright red on the lower lip, and the lower lip was stained with blood from being bitten by the lady herself.
Zhou Xu paused for a moment, and then carefully wiped the blood from the bite on Madam's lips with a wet handkerchief.
The clean warm water soon rippled a light red color.
Xiao Luolan looked at the blood, her eyes dazed for a moment, and then she felt a kiss on her lips.
Zhou Xu held his wife's face and kissed her gently: "Are you scared?"
Xiao Luolan closed her eyes, her lips trembled slightly, and suddenly found her face full of tears, and she answered tremblingly.
"I'm afraid, I'm afraid my hands will shake."
That's why she bit her lip to prevent her hands from shaking. After sewing layer after layer, Xiao Luolan felt that everything she looked at was covered with a layer of blood.
"But I'm more afraid that I can't save anyone." He was so young and the youngest one who was sent in. If he survived and had a long life, maybe the hairpin he held in his hand was intended to be given to the woman he liked.
Zhou Xu kissed the wound on her lip gently, like some kind of silent comfort.
After the lady fell asleep, Zhou Xu sat by the bed and looked at the lady's haggard and sad face, and reached out to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes.
Was it wrong for him to take his wife to the battlefield?
She shouldn't have to go through this. Madam will have a better life in Langge. She is a person who likes stability and peace, and her personality is gentle and kind. Do we have to let her face everything bloody on the battlefield?
Zhou Xu thinks it shouldn’t be.
But the strange thing is that Zhou Xuming knew he shouldn't bring his wife to the battlefield, but he still did. His thoughts and actions were completely opposite.
If Madam wanted to treat the wounded, she could do so, but he would not interfere with her in the slightest.
But if Madam wants to go back.
Zhou Xu found that his heart was as cold as iron, even though he knew that Hui Langge was better for his wife.
After all, the war has not yet reached a tragic stage, not even before the war. Now it is just a small fight between the two sides, testing each other out. When Jin Ben's ghost slaughter knight appears, it will be the real meat grinding battlefield. That is He had secretly prepared for several years specifically to deal with the Turks' big weapon. This battle would be unforgettable for them and would never be forgotten.
It was warm inside the tent.
Zhou Xu thought of the coming killing moment and had no intention of sleeping. He hugged his wife in bed and held her whole in his arms.
Let the lady be covered with her own scent.
Like a greedy beast.
Chapter 80 (Plot)
There was mist at the foot of the distant Kulu Mountain, and it was still dark. Bu Zhen, the Turkic cavalry who had been alerting the outside, yawned and smiled at Tuoul, who came to change his shift. They, the Futu cavalry, were very careful along the way. Cautious, they were careful not to be discovered wherever they went. General Ashili who led the team had very strict requirements on them.
"Sun." Togur told Buzhen the secret code for today's shift change in Turkic language. Togur was wearing the same armor and helmet as Buzhen. His face was completely covered by thick beards and a yellow beard was braided. Strands hanging down, perhaps because of the darkness, his face was a little dull and unnatural, but Bu Zhen was not surprised. Marching and fighting are not hard, especially when you have to hide, just like in a cave. The mice could not be discovered, and this feeling of frustration was always pressing in their hearts.
And they have felt this way for a long time. Ever since they were driven to Beihai by the Youzhou Iron Cavalry, they have been burdened with the humiliation of blood feud. The young people in the tribe no longer know their past glory, and they are the only ones left. Only the previous generation remembers it.
They were given 100,000 silk waddings every year, and all the treasures in the palace were given to them. The Great Chu Sage would "reward" them from time to time in the past, in order to beg for a period of peace in the Central Plains and to prevent the Turks from invading them.
At that time, they could do whatever they wanted in the Central Plains, and they could get whatever they wanted. How was it like now?
Buzhen, who was over 40 years old and considered a veteran, recalled the past. This time, the Great Khan specially asked them, the old people with combat experience, to fight together with the young and powerful juniors who had been trained by the clan. He also asked them to mobilize /Teach those young people the idea that the battlefield is a place where anyone can grow up quickly.
As long as you defeat the Youzhou Jiedushi this time! They can overturn the mountain that is weighing on their hearts and regain their previous self-confidence!
Just defeat Zhou Xu.
This name has become a name that the Turks hate extremely much. I don’t know how many tribesmen gnashed their teeth in hatred for him.
Buchin replied with the word "wolf" in Turkic language. The Turkic language is very pure, but a bit vague.
Buzhen yawned. He was getting old after all. He waved his hand and told Tuowu'er to keep watch. After all, it would be a while before dawn, so he had to go back and take a nap before he had to wait for dawn to start his journey.
This two-hour shift system is still a privilege for veterans like them. If they are young tribesmen, they have to stay on duty all night and are not allowed to rest during the day. They can only rest until the next night when they are no longer on duty.
"I understand." Tuowu'er adjusted his armor and the knife he carried, and replied again. Bu Zhen saw nothing strange and wanted to go back.
Although they were deeply influenced by the Central Plains culture in the past few years, except for the upper-class nobles, they generally still use Turkic to communicate among themselves. Of course, this is not because they don’t want to speak those Central Plains dialects, but because they don’t have enough contact with them on weekdays. It is impossible to learn at all. Learning the culture of the Central Plains is a treatment that only the upper-class nobles of the Turkic Dynasty have.
"You dropped something."
Tuoul's voice came from behind. Bu Zhen turned around, his head a little heavy after staying up all night: "What is it..."
Before he finished speaking, his neck felt cold.
Bu Zhen took a step back, holding his neck and gasping for air. He felt that his head was about to fall off, but it was no use. The blood still flowed out like spring water in the Tianshan Mountains. He fell to the ground, staring at Tuowu'er with wide eyes. Understand why this happened... He didn't even have time to blow out the whistle he had been holding, and the word "enemy attack" was strangled in his throat.
His eyes gradually lost their luster of life.
I don’t understand why Towur wanted to kill them. They are from the same clan. Before the final darkness, Buzhen saw Towul tearing off his face.
That's Tuoul's face.
Underneath the face is also a Turkic face, but it looks younger and more ruthless...
Who is he?
Unfortunately, Bujin never got this answer.
Jin Ben looked at the dead Bujin and answered his question: "Your head is gone."
He looked into the distance. They had been following this Turkic cavalry half a month ago. The leader Ashili was really overly cautious. In order not to reveal their whereabouts, they accidentally encountered a small tribe that accidentally saw them and slaughtered them all. The other two cavalrymen kept their distance and followed at a distance, and sent out scouts from time to time to investigate the surroundings for fear of fraud.
And he killed this Turkic man who was similar in stature to him, cut off his face and pretended to be him for three days. He already knew how many troops this Turkic cavalry had. The leader was Ashili, who had strong soldiers and horses, and many of them were strong. They are veterans who have been on the battlefield before. If they are killed this time, there is no doubt that they will kill the teachers of the next generation of Turks on the battlefield.
Jin Ben thought of the hidden meaning behind Qianqi's thought, took a deep breath, closed his eyes and slowly smiled.
A thousand cavalry, I haven’t seen such a big hand by the Turks for a long time, and this is just the follow-up unit. I heard that there is the eldest son of the Great Khan back in Yicheng. Jin Ben thinks this is very credible, and the Turks are not like The nobles of the Central Plains pay attention to the eldest son inheriting the family business. In their case, the youngest son is more likely to guard the stove.
Jin Ben's eyes shook violently twice, and his smile was cold.
It was dark and windy, and the fog was thick and covered the moon. It was a good time to kill.
Calculating the time, Lord Jieduzhi and the others have at most five days to return to Yiyi.
Jin Ben finally looked back at the Turkic cavalry hiding in the plain at the foot of Kulu Mountain, and slowly entered the darkness.
When he rode back to the Ghost Tuqi, he had a mask on his face again and was still wearing the armor of the Turkic cavalry.
Youzhou's Thousand Ghost Slayer heavy armored cavalry lined up behind him, like a black tide, blending into the surrounding night.
Jin Ben turned his head, the devil's mask on his face was a scarlet smile, but what looked more like a devil than a devil were his eyes.
He looked at them.
Each heavy armored cavalry was trained by Master Jiedushi for several years. Each one of them is a warrior carefully selected by the army. They wear the dragon-locked armor specially made by the Gongsun family. Their heads are The chest, neck, and crotch are all heavily protected. The cold armor wraps them airtight, leaving only pairs of black, cold eyes.
Even the horses underneath him were wrapped in armor.
Thousands of people are heavily armored and have spears as long as a forest.
The sword is cold and cold.
Jin Ben pulled out his Youzhou Sword and slowly raised it. His rough and hoarse voice echoed murderously in the quiet night: "I won't say any more nonsense. I just have one request. The Turkic Pagoda Riders are ahead. , a total of about a thousand riders."
"In this battle, I just hope that no one will be left alive!"
"Leave no one behind! Leave no one behind!"
"kill!"
The sound was as loud as thunder, and the shouts of death reached the sky.
In the darkness, like the sound of muffled thunder, the ground shook and came from all directions. The Turkic cavalry stationed on the periphery leaned down, their ears close to the ground, and then their eyes suddenly widened, and they rolled and crawled towards General Ashili's tent. He ran and blew the whistle with all his strength.
The whistle drew a long tail sound.
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!" The sharp voice with a broken voice revealed great panic. They didn't understand where this enemy came from.
Ashili jumped on his horse, and he naturally heard the movement: "Don't panic, line up! Line up!"
The coach spoke, and the Turkic cavalry suddenly found their usual fighting team method.
The archers raised their shields in front, the iron cavalry charged behind, and the light cavalry were scattered on both wings.
