Zhang Bao, like everyone else in the prison van, was like a walking zombie, showing no resistance and not even trying to escape.
In these few days, he completely lost confidence, and even "Heaven" abandoned him and no longer gave him any help.
"………………"
Contrary to the servants and slaves who were locked in wooden cart cages, the atmosphere among the caravan managers and management was getting happier and happier. Even the dozens of guards at the bottom were in a better and better mood, because Bianyi City Just ahead.
The hard days now are coming to an end!
"…………"
In Bianyi City, they will be greeted by wealthy buyers, endless flow of fine wine, and the intoxicating and tender pink countryside.
The most important thing is that the caravan has entered the territory of Bianyi City and will not encounter any danger when it reaches the land within the law.
There is no need to worry about bandits or a small group of Mongolian cavalry coming to fight with them, or worrying about losing their lives and money, and leaving no bones left.
However, their beautiful idea was shattered on the night of the fifth day. At that time, the caravan was only a little more than a day away from Bianyi City. The road became smoother and smoother, the surrounding greenery became thicker, and villages began to live there. , nothing like a place where bandits or Mongolian cavalry hang out.
What they don't know is that what awaits them will be an extremely miserable death. Their lips will be dead and their teeth will be cold. The country will be destroyed, and how can the people be safe?
"…………"
Black clouds piled up in the sky, and the dry and cold air stung the nose, like a hook hanging deep in the nose. Every breath made a dull exhalation sound, and a thin layer of white accumulated on the ground. ice.
Rows of huge black-armored light cavalry advanced silently in the night. Apart from the crisp sound of horse hooves, there was only the roar of the night wind. No one spoke and there was no other sound.
"After passing the mountain col in front, we will reach the "Bianyi City"!" The Mongolian cavalry scout, with a gloomy face, pointed to a slope not far away, where a valley could be vaguely seen, with cowhide tents standing in it, low The temporary wall surrounds it like a circle.
This Mongolian cavalry scout who led the way had disguised himself as a Han a year ago and went to the Shanxi border to inquire about information. Naturally, he knew the prosperous city of Bianyi City very well.
"Prosperous Bianyi City, my compatriots and I came here with scimitars this time. We are a bunch of weak sheep who are addicted to peace and intoxication. We are the descendants of wolves. We are here to prepare to kill people and massacre the city! "
Seeing that they were about to arrive at Bianyi City, the Mongolian cavalry scout, who knew the "prosperity" of Bianyi City, suddenly felt happy in his heart. He was ready to massacre and plunder in "Bianyi City".
Because they had opened up a dangerous and heavily guarded city, the Mongolian cavalry heading south into Shanxi divided into two groups.
Twenty thousand Mongolian light cavalry entered the Qinghai Plain first, and then turned into "Taiyuan City" along the northward route. Another group of more than ten thousand Mongolian cavalry entered the "Bianyi City" along the winding and difficult-to-travel mountain range, like Two iron pliers surrounded the entire northwest region.
As for the Zhungeer Mongol Empire: The top management has formulated a combat plan to occupy the entire northwest region within a month, and then conquer the entire north.
"………………"
According to the information from the Mongolian Qingqi scouts, there are 15,000 infantrymen from the Manchu imperial court stationed in "Bianyi City". Hu Ke Ma'ao, a Mongolian captain of ten thousand men, now has a main task of sneak attack on "Bianyi City" , opening a smooth path for the hundreds of thousands of Mongolian cavalry troops that are ready to go.
Hu Kemaao gently comforted the anxious thousand-mile horse under his crotch with his hands. This night and the silence reminded him of the great battle thirty years ago between the Manchus and the Mongols with a total of 800,000 troops. .
That time, the Jungar Mongol Empire's 300,000 cavalry and 10,000 troops destroyed five cities in a day and night, annihilating hundreds of thousands of Manchu troops, once again proving the strength of the Mongol Empire's strongest army.
Unfortunately, due to age, Hu Kemaao missed that battle, which has always made Hulimao proud. Now his opportunity has come.
"This time. I will write my legend and carry forward the prestige of the Hut clan!" Hu Kemaao's left hand tightly grasped the horse's rein, and his right hand held the engraved handle of the sword, with a sense of passion and killing. , boiling in his heart.
"Order the entire army to prepare!" Hu Kemaao looked serious and ordered to his companions of the Mongolian light cavalry behind him. In the quiet night, there was the sound of a sword being unsheathed.
Then the surroundings fell silent, and the sharp swords emitted a cold light in the dark night, like a layer of phosphorescence rippling on the water. The face armor of the Mongolian light cavalry had been lowered, revealing only a pair of murderous eyes.
"The first team enters the east side of Bianyi City from the east side! The second team destroys the back gate of Bianyi City from the west side. The other teams follow me and attack the city directly!"
Hu Kema'ao whispered to the two confidant centurions beside him, "Swipe!" Hu Kema'ao firmly pulled out the sharp sword with his right hand, pointed at the Bianyi City in the distance and shouted, "Fellow compatriots! Let's go!" We use our swords to open the road to victory and plunder the wealth and women of the Qing Dynasty people who are as weak as sheep!"
The wind whistled by his ears. Hu Kemaao lay on his horse, his curved back and the galloping back of the horse close together. This place is only thirty miles away from Bianyi City, ten thousand miles away. If the Mongolian light cavalry army galloped wildly, it would only take a little more than a moment to arrive.
In the cold night fog, more than 10,000 Mongolian light cavalry rushed towards the border city like demons haunting the night. After a stick of incense, a row of wooden fences quickly appeared at the pass in front of Humayao, and piles of yellow tents were distributed. on both sides.
"That's not right!" Hu Kemaao's face changed slightly when he saw this. There were one or two hundred tents that suddenly appeared in front of him, and they turned into the corner of the canyon in front of them. It was impossible to see the head at a glance. It was obvious that there were more than one or two hundred people, but at least four or five hundred people.
"..." Although Hu Kemaao didn't take these people seriously, after all, he had more than 10,000 elite Mongolian light cavalry behind him.
As long as he gives the order, after a volley of arrows, all the four to five hundred people in this camp will turn into hedgehogs, and no one will be left.
But for some reason, there was always an uneasy feeling in his heart.
"How come a camp that is obviously home to caravans suddenly appeared here? The damn intelligence department is a bunch of trash!" Hu Kemaao cursed angrily in his heart.
It was obvious that the scouts and spies had gotten the information wrong, or the information had been exposed, or else, this caravan had only been stationed here within the past few days, and it was very unlucky to meet him.
The camp in front of us was very dark, with only a few sparse patrols walking on one side of the fence. The rumble of horse hooves in the night was like bursts of dull winter thunder. This strange noise made the guards at the camp gate bewildered. They all poked their heads and looked around.
"The whole army attacks, kill me! Kill! Kill!"
The military situation was urgent, and there was no time to think too much, not to mention the absolute power that could overwhelm anything. Hu Kema shouted proudly, and the war horse followed a whirlwind, leapt up on all four hooves, and leaped over the low fence at the canyon pass.
The galloping horse knocked a guard to the ground, and Hu Kemaao knocked over another guard with his sword. "Pull out the fence!" Hu Kemaao shouted to the light cavalry behind him, flashing the sword in his hand. , and successively cut off several thick ropes binding the fence to the pass, "Boom!" There was a crisp sound from the outer fence.
One after another hooks were thrown from the hands of the Mongolian light cavalry that passed quickly, with a loud bang and sawdust flying. More than a dozen crossbars were withdrawn by powerful force, and the wooden fence was cut into several pieces by dozens of galloping horses. The Mongolian light cavalry who followed followed poured in like a tide, their horses' hooves flew, and the hooks of the war horses removed the tents. The Mongolian light cavalry behind them stepped directly over the resting guards.
The patrol guards in the camp were obviously frightened. They didn't even shout the alarm. They screamed and fled in all directions like driven ducks.
"Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill these weak sheep!" Hu Kemaao did not expect it to go so smoothly. Just a charge of more than a thousand former army cavalry could flatten the entire camp in an instant.
Hu Kemaao smiled coldly, took out a long bow from the weapon slot of Ma Qiao, and then took out a long arrow from the quiver on his back. After pulling the long bow open, he put the long arrow on the bow and suddenly Cum hard.
"Snapped!"
An unlucky guard was shot through the head by a fast arrow. Blood slowly flowed out of the hole. The body that fell to the ground became completely cold after a while.
What's even worse is that the corpse lying on the ground was trampled by a group of war horses rushing from behind. Countless Mongolian light cavalry drew their bows and shot arrows like Hu Kema'ao, killing the guards.
Many corpses lay on the cold ground, and the blood dyed the ground red like blooming flowers.
The mountain wind burst, and the passes between the canyons became wind vents. An army of cavalry roared past on horseback. The entire camp was like a fragile wooden model, huffing, huffing, being crushed and defeated in an instant.
"Someone has a sneak attack! Someone has a sneak attack!" The sleeping caravan members in the camp ran out of the tent like ants that had been upset, only to encounter a group of Mongolian light cavalry who were eager to kill them. They were quickly overwhelmed by the Mongolian light cavalry that rushed past.
The sound of rumbling horse hoofs resounded across the ground, and another group of Mongolian light cavalry rushed in from the right side. Like a hurricane, they stampeded through the bodies in all directions, with swords falling and blood splattering, leaving behind a pile of remains and bones.
"Don't worry about the remaining weak sheep who want to escape. Time waits for no one. Hurry up and attack Bianyi City. Hurry! Hurry! Hurry!"
Hu Kema'ao chopped down an enemy blocking the way and found that most of the people in the caravan had been slaughtered by his men. Hu Kema Ao frowned slightly and said loudly to the several captains behind him.
"... Damn it! Have these guys forgotten what their real purpose is?" Hu Kemaao reined in his horse at the corner of the canyon, calming down his bloodthirsty mood.
