Yang Gan kept reminiscing when he was in the woods. When watching TV series in the past, whether it was a martial arts movie or a war movie, he almost liked wiping the neck. However, in the large-scale European war movies, not only did he wiping the neck, but he also pierced the heart or pulled a dagger from the Insert into the chest on the clavicle side.
Once when I was chatting with my former classmates at a dinner party, Yang Qian asked this question. He was asking the right person. One of the classmates happened to be studying medicine. According to his analysis, death by stabbing the heart should be the most fatal outcome. Quick, but why wipe your neck?
The students expressed their opinions. In the end, everyone felt that wiping the neck is just for sneaking in. Although death is slower, it is still a massive hemorrhage. The biggest advantage is that even if the guy whose neck is wiped accidentally wakes up because his throat is cut, he will die. No sound can come out.
Because of this discussion, the trick of entering the Huns' tent, covering their mouths and wiping their necks was determined.
Of course, accidents happened. Originally, a team of ten people killed all the Huns in a tent and then put their clothes on. Even if the camp was blown up in the end, there was still a chance to fish in troubled waters and escape.
But when Yang Gan picked up the Huns' clothes, he took a few steps back. The smell on the clothes was really hard to describe.
It's that kind of very strong smell of sheep. It doesn't matter if it's unpleasant, but it's also really annoying to the eyes. For Yang Qian, a man who loves to be clean, this is unacceptable. When throwing away the clothes, I kept wiping my hands subconsciously.
There were only about twenty people in a tent, and each sword passed by, and lives disappeared one after another. Yang Qian resisted the depression in his heart. There was no way, the world was like this, if you don't kill people, people will kill you.
In Yang Qian's perception, the Xia Kingdom is his own country, because the people of the Xia Kingdom all have black eyes, black hair, and yellow skin. They also talk about governing the country with etiquette and filial piety, so they should be classified into their own race. .
But the Huns are different. Although their skin color, hair and eye color are similar to those of the Xia people, the contours of their faces can tell at a glance that they are not Xia people. There is no way to hide that bloodthirsty and barbaric aura.
There are also some Huns who look like foreigners, and they look like a mixed race.
Biao shot out blood that dyed the armor on Yang Qian's body red, and also washed away the glory of the peaceful society. There was no way, as a prince who was born in this era, he could only forcefully adapt to it.
"Ah? Who are you?" [Hun language]
Before the Hun soldier could say anything, Yang Qian punched him hard on the temple. His eyes were instantly bloodshot, and his eyes were blurred. A sword followed and ended his life.
As time went on, everyone went from being cautious to now swaggering in and out of each camp. Of course, they would also encounter some soldiers who happened to come out to pay respects. Waiting for him were four or five strong men who pushed him to the ground and wiped his neck. Although he was a Huns, after being tortured by laxatives, sweating pills and emetics for a whole night, he had no physical strength and didn't even have a chance to resist.
In two hours, the entire camp was basically slaughtered. Killing these people was not much more difficult than killing a chicken for the guards who had been recharging their energy.
Seeing Fujiko Jin coming over, Yang Gan asked, "Have you solved it over there?"
Fujiko Jin was sweating profusely. He nodded quickly and said, "Don't worry, there are no fish that slipped through the net. We wiped them all."
Then he pointed to the largest tents and said, "These are the only ones left. I was afraid of an accident and didn't let the guards in."
"Injuring ten of his fingers is worse than cutting off one of them. These tents should be filled with their generals. Twenty people are assigned to hold the tents. If we go in, even if we don't get hit, we will definitely win if thirty people fight against a few."
Yang Qian's instinctive suggestion is to be safe. The sequelae of watching too many TV series is to think too much. Many endings are caused by underestimating the enemy and then being surrounded by the enemy. This is a real world. Underestimating the enemy once may cause all previous efforts to be wasted or even die. on the spot.
About twenty guards gathered around a larger tent. A young guard opened the tent and rushed in quietly.
Suddenly, something unexpected happened, and a cold light flashed through.
"Pfft~~~!"
"Uh~~!" The guard who entered first held the visitor's arm tightly, only to see an ax hit him on the shoulder. It turned out to be a Hun Hundred Cavalry Commander secretly hiding beside the tent door, waiting for an opportunity. .
Later, the guards filed in and rushed towards Commander Bai Qi, but Commander Bai Qi was not a vegetarian. Someone grabbed his arm, and he casually moved a guard who was slightly weaker than him and flew two or three times away. meters distance.
He punched another guard with one punch, and with three punches and two kicks, the guards who rushed towards him were shaken away. When he picked up the ax again, he saw a figure rushing in and kicked him hard on the crotch. between.
"Bah~~~!" With a sound, the world suddenly became quiet.
The Hun's Baiqi Commander widened his bloodshot eyes, covered his crotch with his hands, and slowly knelt down. His face was as white as paper, and he looked at Yang Gan with a ferocious expression.
Yang Qian smiled slightly: If you beat the person first, beat the egg first, and you will win half the battle.
The nearby guards were stunned for a moment when they saw this situation, and then they pounced on him wildly. Guard Wang aimed at Baiqi Commander and stabbed him wildly for a minute or two before stopping.
When the guards let go of Commander Hundred and released their hands covering his mouth, they saw that his eyes were red and his tongue was bleeding.
Fujiko Jin squatted on the ground and inspected the young guard's injuries. After a few breaths, he said helplessly, "Xiaowu probably won't survive."
"Master, shall we call the doctor over?"
"It's too late now. By the time the doctor comes, Xiao Wu will have bled to death. Yang Gan, can you do anything? Xiao Wu can't stand it anymore." Fujiko Jin asked him naturally, subconsciously feeling that as long as Yang Gan was here, it would be impossible. things will become possible.
After checking the injuries, Yang Qian understood that it was precisely because Commander Bai Qi also drank the drugged wine that he became tired. Otherwise, Xiao Wu's arm would probably have been removed. The current situation is just cutting off the shoulder, which is not fatal. Can't stop bleeding.
"I'm not a doctor, there's nothing I can do unless..."
"Unless what?" Fujiko Jin asked hurriedly.
"Unless there's needle and thread and undrugged liquor."
Fujiko Jin frowned. There was strong liquor and everyone had some with them, but where could they find the needle and thread?
"I, I have needle and thread." A weak voice came from the corner of the tent.
"Who? Come out~~~!" Everyone pointed their swords in the direction of the sound.
I saw two thin figures coming out from the corner. Seeing so many shining swords, the two little girls were startled and stammered, "We, we are from Xia."
At this time, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They were probably the people who had been robbed.
As the afterglow of the torch shone on the two girls, Yang Gan frowned. The two girls seemed to have rolled in the mire, and their faces looked like kitten cats.
"Can you sew?"
The two women immediately nodded quickly, "A virtuous woman from Daxia will definitely be a popular girl."
Yang Gan didn't waste any time. He took the two girls to Xiao Wu's side and pointed to his injuries. He told the two girls, "Pour strong liquor into the wound, and then sew it up with needle and thread."
"Zi Jin, come with me and kill those Huns first. I'm afraid something might happen if it's too late."
"Okay~~!" Zijin left a few guards to help, and quickly followed Yang Gan to sweep other tents.
The remaining two women were dumbfounded, but in order to survive, they started to sew Xiao Wu up with their tender hands.
In a camp like this, almost a hundred knights can be assigned an independent tent. Some tents have two hundred knights, but they are all at the end of their game. Firstly, because of the excessively smooth robbery, they felt that Xia Kingdom was nothing more than this. Secondly, The drinks brought by these caravans seem to be what they need most at this stage.
Therefore, among the two hundred knight commanders in some tents, either they were pulled out together and chopped into several pieces by the guards' swords, or one of them was still awake. When Xiao Wu's incident happened, Yang Qian spontaneously ran away. At the front, if you are prepared, a sneak attack will be meaningless.
After going around in a circle, the entire high-level Xiongnu gathering place was basically slaughtered, leaving only the largest tent. Yang Gan held his sword vigilantly, and a few sparks jumped out from the campfire pots on both sides from time to time. It was pitch black outside the camp, as if he didn't care. No matter how you kill, no one will come to disturb you.
Leading everyone into the camp, Yang Qian was not very arrogant. On the contrary, he became more cautious. He saw that the entire camp was covered with wool carpets, and a Huns with a body as strong as an iron tower stood in the middle, his eyes Showing a slightly open, sleepy state.
When he saw Yang Gan and others coming in, his eyes widened and his face became furious, "Xia people? Humph, you know how to use these despicable methods and fight in the military formation, but they are no match for me, the Hun son."
Yang Qian did not approach. Just by looking at his figure, he felt that this person was not simple. Moreover, he also had a mace in his hand. This thing cannot be used by people without any strength.
"Soldiers are deceitful. Means are not important. After victory, who will care about the outcome. Besides, I think you Huns are not very good. It's a pity that I am not leading the army. Otherwise, I will directly charge into the court of your Shan Yu and chop down Chanyu's head is used as a wine flask."
As Yang Gan spoke, he gestured gently to the guards behind him. The guards slowly withdrew knowingly and began to prepare.
"Ah! Cowardly Xia people, insult Chanyu, I want you to die!!!"
Qianqi Commander roared violently, opened his eyes angrily, picked up the wolf-goat club weighing several dozen kilograms like a wooden stick, and hit Yang Gan on the head.
Yang Gan held the iron sword tightly, as if he was ready for battle. When the two were about to get close, Yang Gan suddenly smiled strangely, suddenly let go of the girl and ran out.
Qianqi Commander's overwhelming attack hit the ground instantly, and the soil exploded. When he looked up again, he saw about forty or fifty people outside aiming at him with strong bows. Some of the bows and arrows belonged to his own soldiers. .
"Let it go~~~!"
"咻咻咻~~~~~"
Qianqi Chang was horrified. He grabbed his mace and danced wildly like water. A large number of bows and arrows were knocked away. Unfortunately, he vomited several times and pulled it several times. He was so weak that he was still knocked out by several bows and arrows in a daze. Shot.
Yang Gan looked around and said angrily, "What are you looking at? He's not dead yet. Keep shooting."
