The fire lit up in the military camp, and Asili's face was ashen. He was riding on the horse, and he heard the dull sound of horse hooves. The person who came must be a cavalry, and the horse hooves must be wrapped in thick cloth. Who attacked them!
Ashili held a long/gun and rode forward. Thinking of his mission, he actually felt a little uneasy at this moment. Being able to accurately find their location and launch an attack meant that they had been watched for several days. This time they set off , the Great Khan gave them the best armor and weapons, and the tribe was also the strongest, a real cavalry. In this case, there were still people attacking them...
"Line up! The opposite side is the cavalry! As long as we dodge the first round of attacks, we can counterattack!" Ashili shouted loudly. In the swaying fire, the figure of the cavalry emerged from the darkness in the distance, and went straight down. Come.
"Stay in formation, raise your shields, and ready your bow/crossbow."
"Find the right moment, then follow my command and shoot again!"
The cavalry is not invincible. They also have weaknesses. As long as the archers and infantry cooperate well, they can also be restrained. In the past years of fighting with the Youzhou people, in the early stages, their cavalry was not completely defeated against the Youzhou infantry. , so Asili once made a lot of efforts to study their fighting methods. In this operation, he brought a lot of shields and bows/crossbows to restrain the cavalry.
As the muffled thunder became louder and louder, the Turkic cavalry who held their shields in front and temporarily acted as infantry also widened their eyes in horror.
What a monster that is!
The cavalry on the opposite side was even covered in armor, and the people riding on the horses were all covered in black armor. Every time they took a step closer, the ground seemed to be shaking. No, no, it was really shaking. Rapidly. The impact of the heavy armor brought a terrifying whistling sound, rushing towards them like a black torrent, sweeping everything away.
Ashili gasped for air, his eyes were bloodshot. He looked at the dark heavy armored cavalry in front of him in disbelief, feeling like he could not breathe.
It's a heavy armored cavalry!
It's actually a heavy armored cavalry!
There were several times more heavy armored cavalry than them, heavy armored cavalry that could conquer everything on the plains, but they didn't have large beds or crossbows, not even legs.
How to fight this? !
Asili saw the man wearing a devil mask in front of him suddenly stretched out his hand and waved.
The heavy armored cavalry at the front of the charge had full quivers hung on both sides of their saddles. The arrows had dark feathers. During the first round of cavalry shooting, the arrows fell like a majestic rain, all falling on their heads.
"Archers/crossbowmen, shoot arrows!" Ashili shouted loudly: "Raise your shields and form a team, form a team!"
And their counterattack is nothing more than an understatement. The heavy armored cavalry on the opposite side only need to bend sideways or temporarily dismount and run. Even if they are injured, it is just a scratch compared to the huge torrent of heavy armored cavalry. Such harm.
The big bed crossbow that is not specifically designed to restrain this kind of heavy armor cannot pose a substantial threat to them.
The shield bearers who faced the impact of the heavy armor could not resist at first. They were trembling with fear before they even got close. They would die. They were smashed into pieces by the huge impact and then trampled down by the hooves of horses. Because they are cavalry, they know how terrifying the heavy armored cavalry will be once they attack them.
"Ah ah ah." Many people ran away like crazy.
Ashili raised his hand and shot: "Anyone who escapes again will be killed!"
But it was useless. Under the extreme fear, few people maintained absolute sanity. The shields were scattered and formed a fragile protective formation. At a glance, the heavy armored cavalry on the opposite side were rushing toward them in three directions.
The first row of heavy armored cavalry easily tore through this protection.
From this, there is nothing to worry about.
Flesh and blood flew everywhere, war horses neighed, and blood flowed into rivers. Once caught up, they would be trampled into mud.
Ashili quickly changed his strategy and led a group of light cavalry to break out of a weak encirclement point, then ran wildly.
Ashili suddenly felt a creepy feeling. He dismounted and rolled around on the ground without thinking.
With a bang, the horse under him was hit in the eye by a sharp arrow. The horse went crazy and ran forward, and a spear penetrated the horse's body fiercely.
The incoming man was so powerful that he knocked his horse to the ground, and the dust filled the sky. The Turkic cavalry around them all took a step back in shock.
It was now daylight.
Asili looked around. The heavy armored cavalry in the distance all had bows and arrows, and they were wearing Youzhou knives at their waists. They were half surrounded. Judging from their dark and heavy armor, they looked clean and brand-new with no blood stains, so they had prepared an ambush in advance. .
Or is that weak point a tactic to lure the enemy?
Asili stood up and saw the man leading the heavy armored cavalry this time. He was wearing an evil ghost mask. The evil ghost was smiling at him, with the corners of his split mouth raised, scarlet and cruel.
Only then did Ashili realize that the man was wearing their Turkic armor.
The Turkic cavalry present were confused.
Ashili thought of the ghost slaughter that had been spread among the Turks over the years. Occasionally, a small group of tribesmen would disguise themselves as people from other tribes and go to Youzhou to inquire about information, buy things, or rob others. At this time, they had to be especially careful about ghosts. Tu, it is said that as long as he is seen, everyone will end badly.
Once upon a time, Ashili guessed that this Ghost Tu was Zhou Xu, an identity he was pretending to be. There were many people in the Turkic King's tent who thought the same thing as him.
But now Asili is not sure.
"Ash Sili, long time no see."
The man wearing the evil ghost mask called his name skillfully in Turkic language, as if they were familiar with each other.
Ashili felt horrified and startled.
"Who are you?" he asked loudly in Turkic.
Jin Ben dismounted, walked not far from Asili, looked at him, and slowly took off the evil ghost mask.
His hair is slightly curly and brown, and his facial lines are hard and straight, but the outline of his eyebrows and eyes are slightly soft. If you look closely, they are not as abrupt as those of Turks. His eyes are gray, which is common among Turks.
Asili looked at that face, a vague impression flashed through his mind, but he never remembered it.
"If you can't remember it, don't think about it. You're going to die anyway," the man said.
The man waved his hand and fired his bow/crossbow, shooting Ashili into a hedgehog.
Jin Ben knelt down and looked at him.
Ashili's eyes suddenly widened, and he finally remembered: "Yes, it's you..." It turned out to be Jin Ben, and he was not dead back then...
Ashsili spit out a mouthful of blood and vaguely remembered that his mother was a beauty. After being snatched away by the nobles in the royal tent, she was snatched back and forth. There were too few good-looking women in the Turks. Her skin was so rough that it rubbed her hands against the wind and the sun all year round. Shao, nothing compared to the women in the Central Plains. When the women were being robbed, there would always be a child squatting outside the tent.
Ashisili looked at him out of boredom and found the child poking bugs on the ground, smothering each one to death with one hand. His hands were covered in sticky blood from bugs, which was very disgusting.
It turned out to be him. Ashisili spat out another mouthful of blood, and his eyes glowed with resentment. Jin Ben was not dead, but betrayed his tribe. No wonder he could speak Turkic language.
One time, a child looked at them and said that he would take revenge on them. The little figure could not even carry a bucket of water. At that time, no one took the child's words to heart. One of them even kicked him. Fly away, what can a child do if his biological father is dead, his mother is weak, and he is still being raised by his father and brothers.
Jin Ben cut off Asili's head and put it in a wooden box, patted it, and prepared to make a skull pad to play with every day.
He found it dirty when he drank from it.
Chapter 81 (War plot)
The sun rises.
Figures of people gradually appeared in Kulu Mountain. At this moment, everything on the battlefield was invisible in the sunlight. Many Lilit people simply collapsed and sat down in the bloody mud and vomited non-stop. It was so tragic, and then they were confused again. He followed his leader to collect things on the battlefield. He was scared, disgusted, but also more and more afraid. With trembling hands, he took off the Turkic armor and knife from the half corpse.
And their gold jewelry.
When the people on the battlefield are gone, they are gone, but other things still have to be left behind. The surviving horses, as well as strategic materials, shields, bows/crossbows, dried meat, mare's milk, and salt that the Turks carry with them must be collected as soon as possible. complete.
The leader of the Lilit people and his people were like greedy vultures surrounding the corpse, not letting go of any useful things. They turned a blind eye to the tragic scenes. After seeing them too much, people became numb.
He was holding a stick in his hand, picking and picking. Behind him, many tribesmen were already cleaning things by the river and sending them to Gui Tuqi.
"Chief." A Lilit man ran over in a hurry. When the leader came closer, he hesitated and was speechless.
Mi Chang, the leader of the Lilit people, picked up a golden ring from the ground and looked up at him: "If you have anything to say, please tell me."
"Then, the general has entered the tent." This Lilit man couldn't distinguish the complicated official titles of the Central Plains people. In his opinion, anyone who leads a team to fight is a general.
"Just go, why are you in such a hurry." Mi Chang was a little dissatisfied with the restless tribesmen, and said in a deep voice, "Just do your own thing. Has the battlefield been swept over there? You can't let anything go."
After the tribesmen left, the leader of the Lilit people washed his hands and wiped his face by the river to make himself tidy. Then he stood in the tent that originally belonged to Ashili and said with a smile: "General Jin, General Yi, we fought all night Thank you for your hard work, we will clean up the battlefield in the afternoon and report to the two generals."
Jin Ben was reading Ashili's letter in the tent, which recorded some dealings with Suzilakun and a Turk named Molin. Jin Ben read it for a while and handed it to Yi Fan next to him. Yi Fan was his The deputy is a native of the Central Plains. He is very knowledgeable. He is familiar with Turks, Suramar, and even the Loulan language further away. What is even more rare is that he is capable of both literary and military skills. He is the second in command of the Ghost Slaughter Cavalry.
Yi Fan took it and took a look. Hearing the words of the Lilit leader, he smiled and said, "Chief Mi has been busy all day. Do you want to come in and sit down?"
Mi Chang was flattered and waved his hands repeatedly: "Don't dare, don't dare. The two generals are discussing important matters. I'm just a barbarian and a cheap businessman, so I won't disturb the general."
"Chief Mi, you are humble. You have helped us a lot this time. When you return to Mojun, Master Jiedushi will also give you a corresponding reward."
When Mi Chang heard this, his smile grew wider: "You two are busy first. I will prepare food for the soldiers so that they can eat and have a good rest."
Yi Fan nodded.
Mi Chang retreated with a smile, keeping his waist bent. After leaving the tent, he looked at the ghost slaughter knights. Even in the daytime, they did not take off their heavy armor, but rested with tree roots on their backs. , or half lying on the grass, with blood stains on the black armor. Because it is inconvenient to take off the heavy armor, these ghost slaughter knights are also very difficult to take off. Coupled with a night of bloody battles, the smell is unbearable. Some of them couldn't bear the smell and asked the Lilit people to get some water to wipe it off.
His tribe was naturally afraid of these Ghost Slaughter Knights, but after getting along with them for such a long time, they were not particularly afraid anymore. After all, the Ghost Slaughter Knights' butcher knives were not aimed at them at all.
"Go get some food for them to eat." Mi Chang said to the tribesmen: "There are a few injured, you should take care of them carefully, and take off the armor from the war horses and loosen them up before leaving. Put it on again.”
The tribesmen were already very proficient in these things, and they quickly got busy. It was obviously an autumn morning, but Mi Chang was sweating. The Lilit tribe was a very large Hu merchant caravan, and they often traveled back and forth in Mojun. And several countries outside the Great Wall, as a tribe of Hu merchants, they tried their best to survive in Youzhou in the Central Plains, and even changed their surname and took a surname with the character "Mi".
They are not close to the main city of Youzhou, and live in the military town of Mojun. The geographical location of Mojun is even more remote. There are not only lush grasslands but also deserts. There are several small foreign countries to the west of Mojun. It was originally under the rule of the Turks. Later, the Turks who were beaten by the Jieduzhi were retreating steadily, and the small countries to which the Turks belonged were all under the rule of Youzhou.
But why did the Ghost Slaughter Cavalry come to them?
When Mi Chang heard that he wanted to follow these ghost slaughter knights, he was really frightened. They were businessmen and they knew how to do business. It seemed that these ghost slaughter knights were going to fight. How could they go?
The tribesmen took out water bags from the camels and fed them to the heavy armored cavalry who had difficulty moving, and then dried meat and camel milk. The food was simple and boring. These camels were not as fast as horses, but these heavy armored cavalry did not need to be fast either. Michang's caravan has the largest number of camels in Mojun. These camels helped them migrate and transport resold goods in the early years. They can go without food for ten days and carry heavy loads. They have incomparable patience and are perfect for transporting things. , without the camel bells, they are silent carriers.
This time, he could barely maintain the supply of this heavy armored cavalry by borrowing these camels.
It's too difficult, Mi Chang lamented in his heart. He led his tribe to carefully follow the heavy armored cavalry to serve them, and he was afraid of being discovered by the Turks. In this case, if he was exposed, not to mention the Turks would kill him. They, even this Ghost Slaughter Cavalry will not let them go.
He lived in fear every day and never had a good night's sleep. Now that he had received General Yi's guarantee, Mi Chang felt that everything was finally over.
Inside the tent.
Yi Fan put the letter on the table.
Jin Ben still had a mask on his face, and his voice came from under the mask, a bit rough: "The Turks brought three thousand pagoda cavalry this time, and there are still 20,000 cavalry when they return to Yicheng, which is easy to defend and difficult to attack. In addition, the old king's troops There are estimated to be around 30,000 soldiers inside."
"The only advantage we have now is that the enemy doesn't even know we exist."
"So, we have to be fast now, the faster the better." After Jin Ben finished speaking, he looked outside again. It was already late autumn, and delaying it any longer would be very detrimental to them.
"After we have rested, we will continue on the road. We must eat Mo Lin's pagoda cavalry, so that we can engage in a flanking attack with Lord Jiedushi's Xuanjia battalion ahead."
After hearing this, Yi Fan said: "Commander Cui once said to me, use your own spear to attack your own shield, run. Maybe we can start from inside the Futu Cavalry."
Jin Ben remembered that Yi Fan asked the Lilit people to collect Turkic armored horses, and he immediately realized: "You mean to ask a small group of people to disguise themselves as Turkic pagoda riders."
"By the way, we can also make them fight among themselves." Yi Fan said: "Many of our cavalry can speak a few simple words of Turkic, and their body shape is no different from those of Turks, but their appearance is very different. Then their faces will be He put it on his face, wrapped his helmet tightly, put on their armor, and entered the Qianfutu Cavalry in Molin on the pretext that there was military information behind the scenes. He took the opportunity to disrupt them, and cooperated with the Ghost Tuqi who stayed outside to kill them. Finally, Kill some of the small tribes in the Huiyi Alliance on the grassland."
"If you don't kill them all, let a few go back to Yicheng to report the news."
"When the time comes, Huiyi will not only find that the three thousand pagodas promised by the Turks only reached one thousand, but at the critical moment, the Turks stabbed them in the back, and the Jiedushi Lord led the troops to suppress the border."
"Let's see then. Can the seven or eight grassland tribes in Huiyi still get together to resist?"
