The sun was about to set. Yang Shouli glanced at the sunset in the distance that was starting to turn orange-red, and he didn't know what it felt like.
Behind him were hundreds of young men, and hundreds of men, women, and children in the distance. Once they broke through the obstacles at the foot of the mountain, the people behind him would go to the river to fetch water with wooden buckets and pottery urns.
"Xue Erlang, Sili, you each bring twenty people behind, and aim accurately when throwing stones. In addition to swords and guns, those bastards also have many bows and arrows. I'm afraid we can't hit them."
Yang Shouli felt very heavy. Although he wore a set of tattered armor, everyone else was basically without armor.
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Not to mention armor, few people even have iron weapons now. Because of the blockade over the years, they had to melt the iron weapons and make them into iron farm tools.
Therefore, their most powerful offensive weapon turned out to be stone throwing, which meant polishing the pebbles in the river and then throwing them out with a sling. Other than that, there was no other threat.
Yang Shouli sighed. He had no iron weapons and was only wearing single clothes. If he was shot by the opponent's bows and arrows, he didn't know how many people would be killed or injured. This was not like going to fetch water, it was almost like dying.
"Brother, look! What is that? What a tall horse!"
His younger brother Yang Sili suddenly shouted. Yang Shouli was about to scold him not to yell like that, but when he looked in the direction of his brother's finger, he was shocked.
They are now halfway up the mountain, and the bastards have set up several tents at the end of the path going down the mountain, and have blocked the road with branches and shrubs.
There is a small river on the right side of the Zahu tents, which is the destination where they want to fetch water. Far away from these tents is a road into the mountains.
At this moment, on this avenue, under the orange sunlight, the sound of horse hooves could be heard, and at least dozens of war horses were galloping from a distance.
The knight on horseback was still shooting arrows while galloping. The black horse in the front was unusually tall. The knight on horseback was holding a long spear and was either drawing or stabbing. The corpses of the bastards were scattered all over the field.
"Block this intersection. Pei Shengyuan will lead some people to occupy it and use archery. The rest will form a formation of five people. Kill them to death first!"
Ma Yaozi roared and killed all the miscreants who dared to stand in front of him. Then he turned over and dismounted, calling to the soldiers around him to quickly take off their armor from another empty horse.
These horses have been strictly trained and will not run around even on the battlefield. They are very good war horses.
The twenty or so people had just dismounted, and the disturbed bastards emerged from the tents one after another like disturbed wasps. There were hundreds of people in a dense crowd, and the number was still increasing.
Fortunately, these bastards are not very well organized. Although there are many people, they are quite chaotic. They can only gather dozens of people under the leadership of some junior officers and slowly rush here.
Many people looked confused or made noisy noises, seemingly unaware of the seriousness of the matter.
Pei Tongyuan led a few people to occupy a high place. Seeing this situation, he couldn't help but be overjoyed. The few people simply pointed out the direction of shooting and began to kill without mercy.
Every time they draw a bow, someone is bound to fall down, and most of those who fall are armored people who look like officers. The strength of every draw is very valuable, so of course they have to shoot the officer.
After hundreds of people rushed over without any formation, shouting and yelling, and as soon as a few officers at the front were killed, the surrounding soldiers immediately hesitated.
They were not elites, they were just miscellaneous fish who ran over under the leadership of officers and were not prepared to fight at all.
At the sight of blood, these people's rush forward slowed down. Those people wearing strange cotton robes on the opposite side seemed not to be trivial to offend! But they hesitated, but the people behind did not hesitate.
Because there didn't seem to be many enemies, and they didn't even look like they were wearing armor. There were hundreds or thousands of people fighting dozens or twenty. It was such a good opportunity to beat a drowned dog without danger, and you could also show off your bravery. How could you miss it?
So after the people behind figured out what was going on, they began to push forward under the encouragement of the officers.
But this time it was troublesome. The Zahu in the front row wanted to step back when they noticed something was not right, but the screaming Zahu in the back row had already rushed over. They had to move forward under the push from the back row.
Ma Yaozi was not nervous, and neither was Shanzhuer, because the opponent was so good!
They had just about twenty cavalry who had beaten them from south to north, and now they were in such chaos again.
Not to mention compared to Saktu's army, Ali Duraf's Mustafa army was considered a tiger and wolf army compared to them.
Moreover, now that we are dismounting and setting up a formation with cloth-faced armor to attack the unarmored, there is nothing terrible about this. As long as we kill dozens of people, the enemy will be defeated.
So Ma Yaozi didn't hesitate, and took the initiative to attack while the other side was still pushing and pushing them up.
A one-meter-long horizontal knife, a double mace made of wrought copper, a fine steel bone and a large axe, a cloth armor that protects the whole body, and a strong body that is fed with mutton chops and fat cattle all day long.
Such an elite would face a group of people who didn't even have leather armor, and were armed with broken iron knives and broken guns. They were short in stature and had good looks. They looked like they had pulled out trash fish directly from the fields and pastures. What kind of horror would they do? combat effect?
Yang Shouli can answer you. In his shocked eyes, Ma Yaozi and others were like giants rushing into Lilliput.
I saw the gleaming light of the sword and the sound of shouting. As long as it touched their bastards, they fell to the ground one by one.
A bastard slashed Ma Yaozi, but nothing happened to Ma Yaozi, and his knife was broken into two pieces.
Immediately after Ma Yaozi returned the knife, the bastard's neck immediately bent because the side of his neck that was cut was broken.
"Charge! Charge down! Kill them! Sili, go back to the mountain quickly, ask everyone to come down, and kill Hu!"
After eating the melon in stunned silence for half a minute, Yang Shouli realized that it didn't matter who he came with, as long as he was hunting down the bastards at the foot of the mountain, he was one of his own.
What kind of person is the cruelest? The cruelest people are those who are forced into a corner and insulted arbitrarily, and then cannot bear it any longer.
Ma Yaozi and the others still only used weapons to kill them, but Yang Shouli and others who rushed down from the mountain looked extremely terrifying.
Ma Yaozi watched with his own eyes as a wounded soldier who could not walk was rushed over by a group of women and children and pushed to the ground. Finally, he was beaten with stones and turned into a pulp.
He also watched a half-grown man holding a Zahu's arm, refusing to let go no matter how hard he was beaten, and forcefully biting off a piece of Zahu's flesh.
Roars roared from all around, and more and more people rushed down from the mountain. At this moment, they forgot about thirst and hunger, and even the women took up various weapons to fight.
Amidst the screams of terror, hundreds of slings threw polished stones. As long as the idiots were hit, their heads would be bleeding, and many of them would even be knocked unconscious.
After these people arrived, the pressure on Ma Yaozi and the others suddenly eased, and they were able to exert their fighting power even more. Pei Shengyuan and others also gave up archery, and instead took their horizontal knives and went straight to kill.
"Run! The pagans have invited heavenly soldiers!"
"Failed! Defeated! Run!"
"Auntie! It hurts so much! Don't kill me!"
Within seven or eight minutes at most, the thousands of bastards who were pushing and shoving immediately collapsed.
A senior officer wearing armor wanted to gather the broken troops to resist, but Boar flew over in a few steps and beat him into a ball of rotten flesh with his mace.
Zheng Tong grinned. It seemed that he was not mistaken. The few tongues they caught were not talking nonsense. These pagans who were surrounded on the mountain were really Tang Er, because the shouts and shouts around them were all Used in Chinese.
After almost an hour, the battlefield finally became quiet. The bastards left hundreds of corpses and supplies full of tents and ran away.
Yang Tongyi, Yang Shouli and his son looked at the twenty killing gods opposite with gratitude and vigilance.
They don’t know where the heavenly soldiers and generals like you on the other side come from? They don't know what hatred the other side has against the miscellaneous people at the foot of the mountain?
But they know that these people saved their entire clan, and they also know that these people across from them are very scary.
"Dalang! Yang Dalang! Don't you recognize me? Shouli, look who I am? Look who I am?"
Huitong monk Zhengtong took off the one-piece bag with a collar on his head. The man with terrible scars on his forehead and face burst into tears.
He choked and looked at Yang Shouli and Zheng Shouli opposite. It was these two young guys who came to Shule nine years ago to find him and brought him the last news about his tribe.
"You...you are...are you brother Huitong from Shule?" Zheng Shouli recognized Zheng Tong faster than Yang Shouli.
The people who stayed in Shule back then were branches of the Li family and the Zheng family. Zheng Tong was still his cousin, so Zheng Shouli always had a deep memory of Zheng Tong who was dressed as a monk at that time.
"That's me! I'm Huitong, Shouli, and you're already so old! Back then you were still pestering me to buy you cherry biloba! Have you forgotten?"
Zheng Shouli was stunned for a moment. The scene from nine years ago suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.
He was only seventeen years old at that time. He was led by his father Zheng Tongyi and went to Shule with Yang Shouli and three other people. The tall and fierce-looking monk Cong Ge. I bought him a cherry bilo that he would recall in his dreams countless times.
"Brother, it is indeed Brother Huitong, Shouli Dalang, do you recognize it? It is indeed Brother Huitong!"
Ecstasy suddenly rushed to Zheng Shouli's head. He was so dizzy that he didn't know what to do. Waves of ecstasy washed over him. He could only shake Zheng Shouli's shoulders violently, howling and dancing with his hands and feet.
Yang Shouli was calmer than Zheng Shouli, who had already collapsed. He walked towards Zheng Tong in a daze.
He knew about Shule's branch, which had long since been depleted. Nine years ago, there were only a dozen of them left, mostly old women. Where did they come from so many murderous figures today?
"Brother Huitong, who are they? Yes...yes..." Yang Shouli kept telling himself to calm down, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out.
He didn't dare to tell the dream buried deep in his heart because he was afraid of getting a negative answer.
The tearful Zheng Tong knew what Yang Shouli wanted to ask. He nodded heavily, took off his cloth armor, and then took out a crumpled colorful flag from his lower arm.
The sun with black wavy patterns on a red background, the sun wrapping the moon on a blue background, and the moon wrapping golden stars, is the Three-Chen Flag of the Tang Dynasty.
Zheng Tong tore half of his arms to pieces, and then raised the Sanchen flag high above his head with his upper body naked.
"According to the order of King Zhang Zhao, the deputy king of Dabao and Jin Kingdom of the Tang Dynasty, Ma Yaozi, the second general from the left in the Fengtian camp of the Fengtian camp in Shandu, led the warriors from the second left to come to look for the descendants of the Anxi army in the past! Please return home after the hero! "
'Puttong' The moment he saw the Sanchen Flag, Yang Tongyi began to tremble all over. After Zheng Tong shouted these words, he fell directly to the ground.
"Heroes please return home later!" Ma Yaozi and the other twenty-one people collectively took off their pockets, held them in their hands and shouted.
"Datang!" Yang Shouli howled miserably, and suddenly squatted on the ground and began to cry loudly.
"The imperial court has not forgotten us! The imperial court still remembers us! The heavenly soldiers are finally here! Return home! I want to return home! I want to go home!"
"Homecoming! Homecoming!"
"Go home! Go home!"
The shrill wails suddenly resounded throughout the battlefield. On the battlefield littered with corpses, hundreds of men and women were wailing under a banner of Sanchen.
This cry is the best way to vent their grievances over the years. Returning home and returning home have never been so clearly imprinted in their hearts.
