The unique whistle of the battalion of the Colonel Guarding Qiang sounded.
As the command was passed down, the soldiers began to prepare for the battle nervously and orderly.
"What were the casualties last night?"
Feng Yong asked.
The staff officer standing beside him, ready for orders, quickly replied: "Back to the mountain commander, a soldier was injured by an arrow. It is said that a eagle shooter on the opposite side shot a cold arrow."
The staff officer replied quickly.
"Huh?" Feng Yong frowned slightly when he heard this, "Everyone in the army is wearing armor, so why are they still hit by cold arrows?"
He was wearing short-sleeved iron fish scale armor, with short sleeves on top to protect his upper arms.
The main part of the body is longer than the current mainstream armor, covering the waist, increasing the protective area.
At the same time, leather armor was wrapped on the thighs for added protection.
If the two armies are facing each other, even in the face of a rain of arrows, the armored man will have a good chance of surviving, let alone a few cold arrows?
"Last night the Hu people suddenly feigned an attack with great momentum, and our number was too small. That battalion was not a battalion on duty, but a temporary battalion."
The staff officer explained, "So in the rush, many people didn't have time to put on the armor. However, the soldiers were lined with silk clothes, so it was easy to pull out the arrows, and the wounds were not a big problem."
Feng Yong nodded.
The area from Daxia County to Didao is already considered an area controlled by the Han Dynasty.
What's more, the barbarians on the opposite side were defeated. No one could have imagined that there would be people who dared to come over and stroke the tiger's beard.
After all, it is impossible for soldiers to sleep in their armor when they have nothing to do.
But it was the staff officer's words that made Feng Yong notice this young man again.
The newly rising sun shed golden light and fell on him, making him reveal the unique vitality of his age.
His face was flushed, and he seemed a little excited and a little nervous.
This touched Feng Yong's heart quite a bit, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered a text: "The Stubborn Little Ghost".
In the red era, how many young men walked onto the battlefield like this, using their still immature shoulders to hold up the hope of the nation's rise?
Nowadays, these young men who come out of the school are also the hopes they have planted, and they are also the most primitive fire that allows the big man to change his original trajectory.
Feng Yong walked up to him, squeezed his shoulders, and asked, "Have you put on all your armor?"
The staff officer also serves as the messenger next to Feng Yong. In order to be light and convenient for running to deliver orders, he usually does not wear iron armor, only leather armor.
And if it comes to a time when even the staff members have to fight in person, it means that the enemy has already rushed in front of Feng Yong.
At that time, it didn't matter whether it was leather armor or iron armor.
"Zhang Huishan, I put it on last night and haven't taken it off since."
The staff officer replied loudly.
Most of Nanxiang students are now sent to the grassroots level and have become the most basic power organizers.
Only the best students have the opportunity to enter the military staff, and the number is very small.
As the saying goes, those who can become famous ministers and generals in troubled times are always the luckiest, not the most talented.
These counselors who were born as students in the academy are not low in talent.
In Feng Yong's view, he has changed their original destiny, and it would be best if they could be lucky.
Even if the lucky ones don't come out, they will still be the middle-level backbone of the army in the future, which is not a loss!
"I remember, your surname is Zhang, right?"
"Report to the mountain chief, yes. The student's name is Zhang Yuan, also known as Muzhi."
"Zhang Muzhi? Zhang... um, um, does this name sound familiar?"
Feng Yong was stunned and looked at the student who was looking at him enthusiastically. He thought to himself, is this a coincidence? Or is it inevitable?
Thinking of this, he also carefully observed the other person's face. Well, except for a few pimples, there were no pockmarks.
"You have a very good calligraphy. Who gave it to you?"
Zhang Yuan's face was so red that he almost spilled blood, and his body was trembling slightly: "Chief Hui Shan, Mr. Xue Tang gave it to him."
"The student has no words. The teacher said that the student was chosen to be with the mountain leader and will make contributions in the future."
"If there were no words, it would make people laugh, so I gave the students the word Muzhi."
When Feng Yong heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched. You, sir, are really foresighted!
Chief Feng Shan couldn't help but patted his student on the shoulder and encouraged him: "I also believe that you will make great achievements in the future."
"Mu Zhi, Mu Zhi, this word is destined to keep you from being unknown."
When Zhang Muzhi heard this, he felt as if he had been given a shot of blood: "The student will definitely not disappoint the teacher!"
At this time, the barbarians outside the camp also began to make movements, and the sound of horns was heard.
"It looks like Feng Langjun is going to fight with the barbarians on the spot?"
"This is a circle formation."
The speaker was a man with an elegant manner. If Xu Miao, the governor of Liangzhou, was here, he would be able to recognize this man as the Korean medical worker who treated Hao Zhao.
"The circular formation is heavily defended. Feng Yong knows that we are on the side, so it is normal to be cautious."
The Korean medical worker showed a clear look on his face, "At the same time, you can also see his disdain for the Qiang and Hu, and he dared to fight head-on with more than 2,000 Hu soldiers with 300 people."
The defeated soldiers who were able to escape Jufu Liu Hun's pursuit naturally relied on four legs, and the two legs could only be used as laborers.
Therefore, this group of Hu soldiers gathered by Korean medical workers are all cavalry.
The key defensive direction of the Han army's circular formation was to the north, where the largest number of Hu soldiers gathered.
Hu Bing's move confirmed Feng Yong's idea that the other party was trying to drive him south.
It's just that although this group of Hu soldiers gathered early, they were noisy until the sun was almost high in the sky, and then they began to charge.
The heavy crossbows fired arrows like rain, and the first batch of Hu riders began to fall after only two hundred steps.
Before they could reach fifty steps, they were killed and scattered.
The Korean medical worker frowned: "How could the Han army's crossbow array be so powerful?"
Facing Hu Qi's first charge, Feng Yong didn't even blink.
The defeated soldiers had little fighting spirit, and as a captain protecting the Qiang, he naturally knew some characteristics of the barbarians in Liangzhou.
You are brave and not afraid of death, but you cannot stay in a stalemate for too long.
Fighting is all based on one blood, which fades again and again, and it is most appropriate to use it on them.
As long as they can withstand the initial three blows, they will naturally disperse later on.
Sure enough, the casualties of the first batch of Hu cavalry did not deter them, and the second charge came soon.
At the same time, on both sides of the east and west, there were Huqi constantly surrounding them, even throwing arrow feathers continuously.
It's just that at this time, everyone in the Three Hundred Bubu was wearing iron armor, and the bows used by the barbarians were soft bows, which were far inferior to the strong bows and hard crossbows used by the infantry.
Since the Han army was well prepared, as long as no unlucky one was shot in the facade, leg, or arm, it would be basically fine.
A wave of arrows came down, and only a few people were slightly injured.
It's just that the Hu Qi on both wings are restraining them. The real threat is the second wave of charges from the front.
This wave of Hu cavalry was finally able to rush within twenty steps. The Han troops in the camp clenched their weapons and prepared to fight.
The dozens of Hu cavalry who were lucky to survive looked at the spears set up by the Han army in the camp. Except for a few upright ones who continued to charge forward, the remaining ones shouted, turned their horses' heads again, and scattered to both sides.
"It's a pity that there is no Mo Dao team, otherwise we would still be afraid of such nonsense?"
Someone said with a regretful tone.
"You idiot! The Mo Dao team is powerful with at least a thousand people. We only have three hundred people. Even if we have Mo Dao, without the cover of crossbows, spears, swords and shields, why don't we let people shoot them into hedgehogs?"
The leader cursed, "Look ahead!"
With the smoke and dust billowing, Hu Qi seemed determined to keep this Han army here.
The Korean medical worker's expression became more and more solemn.
The powerful crossbows of this Han army were beyond my expectation.
Not only is it extremely powerful, it can kill Hu soldiers from a distance.
And it is much faster to cock than an ordinary crossbow.
This unexpected situation caused Hu Qi's losses to be unusually large.
"Lord Wolf, we have too many casualties. We may need to take a rest."
The elected leader of the barbarians ran over with a very bad expression and said respectfully to the wolf slave standing next to the Korean medical worker.
He secretly glanced at the Korean doctor. This mysterious man was said to be the owner of the Wolf Lord and was very capable.
"You charge again." Han Medical Engineer said, "This time, we will definitely be able to charge into the Han army's camp."
The wolf slave nodded to the leader.
Seeing the hesitant look on the Hu leader's face, the Korean medical worker took out three name cards from his arms and handed them to the wolf slave.
"These two famous cards, one was given to me by the governor of Liangzhou, the other was given to me by General Hao Zhao of Liangzhou, and the other one is mine."
"As long as you can rush into the Han army's camp this time, these three famous cards will be yours."
"I have been kind to General Hao Zhao. When you go to Liangzhou with three famous cards, not only will Liangzhou accept you, but you will also be well placed."
When the barbarian leader heard this, he looked at the name card in the wolf slave's hand again, swallowed, and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay! I will thank you sir first!"
To the south is the Han army, and to the north is the Wei people.
The Han army cannot be attached, and the Wei people cannot tolerate it.
If there were not those three famous posts, then even if the defeated troops of my own could escape into Liangzhou, they might not have a good life.
It was about his final retreat, and the Hu people finally made a desperate move.
Each leader even sent his own personal guards to take the lead, driving the Hu soldiers to rush towards the Han army.
Sure enough, the Korean medical worker guessed correctly.
This time the Hu army finally broke into the Han army's camp, and the Han army began to be forced to shrink back.
Feng Yong finally frowned when he saw the situation ahead.
"Shan Chief, there seems to be something wrong with the Hu people, as if they have gone crazy."
Zhang Muzhi ran back from the front, panting, with a nervous look on his face: "They probably know that the Chief is here. Chief, why don't you make some preparations first?"
"Prepare? What preparation? Prepare to escape?"
Feng Yong smiled calmly, "The personal guards of the dignified Qiang Protector Colonel will run away in the face of the defeated troops, so what's the point of me being the Qiang Protector Colonel?"
He glanced at Zhang Muzhi and asked, "How many casualties are there?"
"No less than a hundred!" Zhang Muzhi said urgently: "Captain, the situation is urgent!"
Feng Yong shook his head and ordered: "Go and bring me a Hu bed. I want to see if the Hu people have the ability to reach me!"
The east and west wings of the camp also began to rush in.
Bu Qu, who was injured and could not be taken away in time, was suddenly trampled under the iron hooves of Hu Qi.
Seeing this situation, Feng Yong's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crossbowmen all threw away their crossbows, grabbed their swords and guns, and struggled to use the last trench to stop Hu Qi.
Zhang Muzhi got closer and closer when he heard the killing call. He turned around and saw this situation, his expression became more and more anxious.
Regardless of Feng Yong's instructions, he stepped forward to help Feng Yong prepare to evacuate to the south.
It's just that Feng Yong is tall, and Guan Ji urged him to practice martial arts. At the same time, he also practiced the art of breathing and breathing from the beginning.
Although his martial arts skills in the use of weapons are not very good, when it comes to bare-handed competition, he can actually fight against Guan Ji in a few moves.
What's more, he pays attention to nutrition and steel training, and his strength is much greater than that of ordinary people.
With a wave of his hand, he knocked Yang Muzhi away and said sternly: "Go! Bring me the bed!"
Zhang Muzhi gritted his teeth, got up and ran to the handsome tent to get the bed.
At the same time, he stood next to Feng Yong, holding the handle of the knife tightly in his hand.
Although the Hu people rushed through the last trench, they were eventually driven back by the Han army.
This time the Hu people's desperate charge caused a lot of casualties to the Han army.
After an emergency inventory, only two hundred people were intact or injured and could still fight.
Feng Yong's expression finally became serious.
The performance of this group of Hu people not only did not look like a defeated army, but even compared to those scattered Hu people who gathered to rebel, they were more resilient, which was really weird.
However, this time the fighting seemed to have finally exhausted the Hu people's patience, and they all began to turn around and head north.
Feng Yonggang was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Zhang Muzhi suddenly screamed: "Chief of the mountain, look to the south!"
Feng Yong was startled and turned his head quickly, only to see a black line appearing in the south.
The black line quickly expanded.
At the same time, the ground shook again.
Feng Yong stood up and looked far into the distance.
When they got closer, his face suddenly darkened, and he could only be heard breathing out slowly: "Xianbei Hu! It's really you!"
This group of Hu cavalry is different from the previous chaotic Qiang and Hu remnant army. They are in neat formation and have unified orders. They are a fine cavalry.
With a bang, the Xianbei Jingqiu stopped six hundred paces in front of the Han army camp.
It was completely dark and there was no unnecessary noise.
Although their numbers were no greater than that of the remnant Qiang and Hu troops who had just left, their intimidating power was much greater.
The fine cavalry came out of the formation, ran fifty steps in front of the Han camp, and said loudly: "Mr. Han has a message to pay homage to Feng Langjun."
Zhang Muzhi saw Feng Yong's intention to move and was about to stop him, but in the end he kept silent and just followed closely.
Feng Yong showed no fear and walked to the edge of the camp. With a brief gesture, someone came up to take orders, and then quickly passed Feng Yong's words: "Who is Mr. Han?"
The man was heard shouting again: "Feng Langjun and Mr. Han are not what a villain dares to say. Feng Langjun will know after seeing them."
After saying that, he turned over and dismounted, held something high in his hands, knelt down on one knee, and lowered his head to wait.
Bu Qu went over, took the thing from his hand, came back quickly, and handed it to Feng Yong.
Feng Yong took it and took a look, only to see simple thunder clouds drawn on the edge of the greeting card. The paper surface was smooth and white.
For this paper quality alone, even Nanxiang's mass-produced mulberry paper cannot compare.
Unless it is a special paper supply, it can be better.
When he opened the greeting card, Feng Tubiao said "Fuck".
What the hell did you write?
Over the years, Feng Tubeng, who thought he could read the characters of this era fluently, felt suffocated.
When I saw the words on the greeting card, I became very excited.
Damn it, I had a hard time adapting to Han Li, so why don't you just write Xiaozhuan for me? Is it a sense of accomplishment to bully illiterate people?
On purpose?
It must be intentional, right?
If you don’t understand the greeting message, you won’t be able to reply.
Feng Yong glanced at Zhang Muzhi beside him, and then gave up.
Forget it, he is not as good as himself!
At least I could still recognize it as Xiaozhuan. The students in the school couldn't believe they didn't even know what Xiaozhuan was.
Unexpectedly, Zhang Muzhi misunderstood Feng Yong's meaning when he saw Feng Yong's actions.
Staff Zhang, who kept his responsibilities in mind, whispered: "Chief, the purpose of the thief's arrival is unknown. For the sake of the Chief's safety, it is better for the students not to see him."
Do you think I want to see you? It's just that soldiers are at the door. It's not up to me whether to see him or not, but to him!
Just when Feng Yonggang thought of this, his heart suddenly moved.
