This is a kind of headscarf often worn by people in rural areas. It is wrapped around the head, covering the ears, and knotted in front of the shoulders. It is similar to the combination of a headscarf and a shoulder scarf. It is usually more common in the south, and has been gradually spread in recent decades. Came to the Northland.
At this time, he felt quite cold, his nose was red, and his hands and feet were a little stiff. Only by drinking a lot of wine could he feel a trace of warmth in his body. Even his head, which was wearing a turban, was wet with alcohol. belly, and there were drops of sweat.
He stomped his feet vigorously on the muddy grass. His words were a bit awkward, but they resonated with the servants. The young man on the side said: "Yes, Master Qiu, why do you have to wear armor? This is the case. Shouldn’t the whistle be light and flexible?”
Ma Zhenyuan turned his head to look at the young man. He was sneezing repeatedly, and his nose was covered with white snot.
Although he had drunk wine and his face was slightly rosy, the cold wind still made his whole body tremble, and his hands were even more bruised.
Ma Zhenyuan's voice was trembling a little at this time. He said: "Brother Qian, you also know that these Tatars have heavy armor and their arrows are very sharp. If you go out without armor and encounter these killers, I'm afraid... …”
As he spoke, he turned to look at the group of people, feeling quite worried in his heart. Having been in the border town for a long time, he naturally knew how fierce and ferocious the Tatars were. If he went out on sentry duty during this trip, the people would be in trouble.
However, the master's respect for him and his kindness to him were also related to the safety of the hundreds of thousands of troops who were aiding the Jin Dynasty. His life was just picked up, and his life and death were left to fate.
The young man's name is Qian Yusheng, but he seems to understand this. He was originally from Mahu, Liaodong. He was selected into Wu Sangui's team because of his superb riding skills, good shooting skills, and knowledge of horses. , reluctantly compiled into the night, this is actually his first sentry.
He felt a little nervous at this time, but also a little bit excited. Because of his name, he had been constantly teased since he was a child, but he always believed that he would make great achievements and would definitely meet the noble person of his destiny.
Because his name is Qian Yusheng, and his parents specially asked someone to pick it up for him!
Thinking about his parents who had died of illness, and thinking about the prospect of having his ancestors come to comfort them, he couldn't help but touch the short ax at his waist, feeling a hint of coldness in his hand.
After everyone rested for a while, they took out new wine bags and dried meat from the horse's pockets to regain some strength. The deputy leader Zheng Zhitai suggested that everyone go to a ruined temple on the mountain in the northeast to make a fire to dry themselves and get wet. armor.
Ma Zhenyuan also knew that everyone was exhausted and their clothes and armor were all wet from the rain. They really needed to find a place to dry out as soon as possible, otherwise their bodies would be unable to bear it, so he agreed.
The eighteen members of their group led their horses out of the forest again. After all, they were the elite sentry riders under Marshal Wu who stayed up all night. After just a short rest, they had recovered most of their energy. Everyone mounted their horses steadily and held the reins tightly.
The two of them lined up, naturally keeping a horse's distance apart, the sound of hoofbeats was noisy, the horseshoes stepped on the slightly muddy land, and they headed northeast along the mountain.
Although the rain had stopped, the grass in the mountains was slippery, but it was not easy to walk quickly. Everyone went down to the mountainside. Suddenly, Zheng Zhitai stared at the place, raised his hand, and everyone stopped. Horseshoe.
He whispered: "Master Ma, have you seen it?"
Ma Zhenyuan sneered and replied: "Look, it's either the Tatar flag with a red flag, or a whistle with a red flag."
He could see clearly that there was a small red dot on the edge of the Nvzhe River about two miles ahead. He was riding slowly towards the northeastern hillside. Judging from the appearance of the figure, he must be a Tatar soldier who came out to scout.
No more cautious than the Ming army, the Tatar sentries have always been arrogant, especially in the Songjin area, just like in their own homes, without any cover up, without changing their clothes and armor, and wearing the same flag as the color. The flag, the armor, and the habit of being so arrogant may be the self-confidence brought by being invincible in the wild for more than ten years.
Seeing that the Tatar was wearing red armor, it was almost certain that he was either a red flag or a sentinel with a red flag.
Everyone first stopped their horses to prevent them from making a sound, and quietly hid themselves in the mountains and forests. Sun Dongri whispered excitedly: "There is only one Tatar, let's cover up quietly and catch him alive, isn't that right?" A great achievement."
Su Shigao also said: "In front of Xiangshan is the Dragon King Temple. Could this Tatar also go there to take shelter from the wind and rain? A lone Tatar sentry is easy to deal with!"
All the servants behind him were excited. After all, they had been out for four days. Although they had explored a large area north of Xingshan Mountain, there was still no chance of catching a Tatar sentry horse!
Seeing the eager and expectant expressions of the people around him, Ma Zhenyuan also felt that this was an opportunity. If the number of people on both sides was the same, their group of eighteen people would have no choice but to flee for their lives.
But now there is only one Tatar, which is much easier to deal with!
He said in a deep voice: "The Tatars will go straight up Xiangshan Mountain from the west, and we will cover them from the south. However, we must be careful. Although the Tatars are alone, they must be on guard against his accomplices in the Dragon King Temple on the mountain. .”
The group of them rode down the mountain slowly. Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai were at the front and rear respectively. They turned their horses and ran towards the south of Xiangshan Mountain. The west side of the mountain is the gentlest, while the east and north sides are steep and difficult to navigate. Although it is not as steep as the northeast direction, there is no existing road.
The Dragon King Temple is built according to the mountain. It is about half way up and less than 400 meters in height. The mountain is mostly composed of pines and cypresses, and the trees are also very tall, strong and leafy.
When the knights came to the foot of the mountain, Ma Zhenyuan made careful arrangements. He asked three servants to lead the horses and stay at the foot of the mountain. They also put bits on the horses to prevent them from making any noise and disturbing the Tatar sentry.
The rest of them took off their side cards from the saddle and put them on. Then they bent their bows and set arrows, or held blunderbuss in their hands, spread them out on both sides in a slanted fan shape, and quietly moved toward the Dragon King Temple.
At this moment, Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai were walking at the front of the team, both to explore the way and to protect the brothers.
The servants behind them were both excited and nervous. They all followed the instructions and took out their own Kaiyuan bows from the bow pot. They also took out heavy arrows from the quiver and put them on the bow. They were all made of white birch wood. The arrow shaft is a sharp arrow made of fine iron.
The side cards have also been put on their left arms. Ma Zhenyuan and Zheng Zhitai also put their cooked copper maces and hammers on their waists or inserted them into their backs. They also took out their own Kaiyuan strong bows and each drew a wolf fang. Put an arrow on the bow.
Over there, Qiao Zhenxiu and others took out their own three-eyed blunderbuss and held it in their hands, checking the condition of the medicine, and took out the fire sickle in their hands to prepare for firing at any time.
