As soon as his words fell, boom, boom, boom, the carriage exploded.
This time the distance was only twenty steps, and Xie Qingsong aimed more accurately.
While calculating the speed of the foreigners' carriage, he adjusted the regulator to find the best launch time.
He hated this centurion for being too arrogant, so he simply knocked him out.
The other barbarians couldn't help but be stunned and wanted to turn their horses' heads, but the carriage couldn't stop at all.
Seeing the fearful look on the Hu people's faces, another barbarian centurion couldn't help but become furious.
"This bridge will be captured soon, what are you afraid of?" After saying that, he took the lead and rushed over.
The other barbarian carriages had no choice but to rush over, dodging the thunder and moving forward.
Boom, boom, boom, constant explosions exploded next to the foreigners' carriage.
Some horses suffered injuries to their legs, necks, bellies, and bellies and suddenly collapsed.
The barbarians on the carriage were also taken down, and they appeared from time to time with their horses on their backs.
People groaned and horses neighed, but they were all covered up by the explosion.
"These barbarians don't seem to be afraid of death?" Xie Yang, deputy commander of the infantry formation, asked while observing.
Infantry leader Xie Qin shook his head: "I don't know whether you are afraid of death or not, but I only know that the carriage cannot stop."
"They are about to rush over." Xie said, "There are still fifteen steps left."
Xie Qin lit the thunderbolt in his hand and shouted loudly: "Blow him up."
After saying that, he threw out the thunderbolt in his hand, and then a "thunder shower" flew out from behind the table array.
This is not a "thunderstorm" sent by God, but a "thunderstorm" sent by the security team.
Within a distance of fifteen steps, a wall of explosions that shook the sky was formed.
The imitation cyclone cannon of the barbarian carriage was also firing. Although at least half of it was blocked by the table formation, the other half flew through the table formation.
The mobile table array tried its best to protect them, causing many injuries.
Four hours later, hundreds of people in the security team were injured, more than 30% of whom were seriously injured.
The Hu casualties were even more severe, estimated to be around a thousand.
The corpses of men and horses were already on several hills on both sides of the Miaogou River, which had seriously affected the Hu people's attack.
If the barbarians want to attack, they must first pass over the corpses of men and horses.
The corpses of the barbarians and horses have indirectly become a city wall, indirectly protecting
Everyone in the security team was covered in sweat, their bodies were almost soaked, and almost everyone was paralyzed from exhaustion.
On the east side of the building, there is a military archery tower behind it, which is the military building of Hetan Pass.
At this time, a soldier of the security regiment took a letter and handed it to Li Xiaochuan, the camp leader of the security regiment.
Li Xiaochuan tore off the paint, opened it, and frowned.
Xie Dong, the chief secretary, saw Li Xiaochuan's expression and couldn't help asking: "What's wrong?" "Look, it was shot by barbarians. Requesting a truce and cleaning up the battlefield." After Li Xiaochuan finished speaking, Thaksin handed the letter to Xie Dong.
Xie Dong took Li Xiaochuan's letter, looked at it and shook his head: "It's a lie that the barbarians are cleaning up the battlefield, but it's true that they are clearing away obstacles."
Li Xiaochuan took a sip of tea, stood up from his seat, and looked at the mountains of corpses outside the Miaogou River.
"If we don't clean up the battlefield, will there be a plague?" He thought for a while, then turned back to Xie Dong and asked.
Xie Dong thought for a while, nodded and said, "This is the security group's territory now, and a plague would be detrimental to us."
"The barbarians have already thought of this. This plan is extremely vicious." Li Xiaochuan beat the door frame next to him and said bitterly.
Xie Dong also got up from his seat, opened the window, and looked at the mountain of corpses of the Hu people and horses in front of him.
He suddenly had an idea and said, "We might as well take advantage of it."
"How to use the trick?" Li Xiaochuan, who was overjoyed, turned around and looked at Xie Dong, eager to know the answer.
Xie Dong looked at the horse corpses and said, "The horses will stay, and the villagers will transport them away."
"Okay, it just so happens that there is less meat during these times, so horse meat is not bad." Li Xiaochuan nodded.
Xie Dong sighed: "In Chengdu, there is meat every day. I didn't expect that here we only have meat for two or three days."
"This is also the reason why the little saint is eager to build a Chi Road on the Shu Road. I hope it can be repaired soon." Li Xiaochuan fell into deep thought with a look of expectation on his face.
"Far water cannot save nearby fire." Xie Dong shook his head, staring at the bodies on the hill in front of him, "It is better to plan how to distribute the hundreds of dead horses."
"Keep fifty horses and hand over the rest to the two bookkeepers for them to arrange." Li Xiaochuan thought for a while and asked Xie Dong, "Is that okay?"
Xie Dong is the chief clerk, so he must seek Xie Dong's opinion.
This is a credit, and it also temporarily solved the problem of the security team eating meat.
The base camp of the barbarians at the foot of Dingjun Mountain, inside the tent of the captain of the cavalry.
"What, the Nanman asked to keep the horses and take away the bodies of the warriors?" Wu Yunqi raised the whip in his hand and looked at his men fiercely and asked.
He suffered a lot of casualties today, ten thousand or almost a thousand cavalry, which made his heart bleed.
As long as this continues for ten days, his cavalry will almost be exhausted.
Seeing the whip in Wu Yunqi's hand, the man named Sunil could not help but shrink his neck.
The Captain is in a bad mood today, so you don't want to be the target of his anger.
As a commander of thousands, he had lost half of his troops. If it was painful, it was even more painful for him.
But he couldn't show it, otherwise the whip would fall immediately, and he would be the unlucky one to suffer.
Wu Yunqi walked around the table a few times, thought for a while, and suddenly asked: "How are the Nanman's casualties today?"
"The Chaoche people sent the news that the Nanman suffered hundreds of casualties today." Sunil thought to himself, there were thousands of casualties, and he didn't know whether the result was satisfactory.
In fact, although the security team suffered many injuries, most of them were minor injuries, and there were no deaths.
But you must not say this. Exaggerating the results of the battle is a consistent behavior of the barbarians.
Wu Yunqi nodded with a smile on his face. Apparently he was satisfied with the result.
After all, Hadeleji lost all his 10,000 soldiers and horses at Dangkou Temple Lone Peak, and he did not know how many casualties he caused to the opponent.
He sat down to drink tea, looking relatively relaxed.
He drank tea and thought about things.
Wu Yunqi suddenly looked at Sunil and asked, "How many people are guarding here in Nanman?"
"About a thousand people. It is estimated that the opponent has five battalions, which is similar to the Khanate's thousand-man army." Sunil thought for a while and answered respectfully.
Wu Yunqi nodded and smiled contemptuously: "At such an important pass, the Southern Barbarians only have a thousand people to defend it. It seems that the troops are indeed insufficient."
Sunil couldn't help but be shocked. What if the captain found out that the casualty rate of the security team was not what I said?
"General Wu, at such an important pass, the Southern Barbarians must increase their troops." Sunil felt that the reason why the Southern Barbarians increased their troops was the best excuse to avoid lies.
That's the way people are, when you tell a little lie, you have to cover it up with bigger and more lies.
As he spoke, he observed Wu Yunqi, fearing that he would discover his lies.
Wu Yunqi nodded, took a sip of tea, and nodded: "That's natural, but the southern barbarians' lack of troops is their weakness."
It is normal for subordinates to falsely report military information.
If the water is clear, there will be no fish. He understands this truth.
As long as the security team suffers many casualties, they will naturally achieve results.
What's more, Wu Yunqi knew that the Miaogou River was the focus of this attack, and he could bear the casualties of a thousand soldiers and horses.
"General Wu, do you still agree to the Nanman's request?" Sunil asked cautiously.
Wu Yunqi raised his head, frowned and asked, "What do you want from Nanman?"
"The dead horse is left behind, and the warrior's body is taken away." Sunil replied cautiously while making noises.
Wu Yunqi thought for a while, drinking tea and meditating.
Sunil watched him drink tea, wouldn’t he agree.
If the captain did not agree, those corpses would have formed a city wall, seriously hindering the Khanate's attack.
Of course it would be better if we didn't attack, since we would suffer a lot of casualties anyway.
However, if the body is not transported back, it will obviously hurt the hearts of his subordinates. No one is willing to let his body be exposed in the wilderness.
If your boss treats his own body like this, will he treat his own body next time?
After all, fighting means hanging your head on your waist. Today you are a living life, and tomorrow you are a dead body.
what to do?
