From the horizon, a group of black figures gradually appeared. In almost a few minutes, the cavalry moved from far to near. Yang Gan tightened the crossbow in his hand.
The Huns are indeed not bragging. Although the formation is scattered, there is a faint word, quick! Yang Qian's visual inspection showed that the dog's size must be over eighty.
"You bastards, do you know you are speeding? Get out of the car, get your driver's license, ID card, and stand still for me."
Suddenly Yang Qian sneered, what were he thinking, and quickly put the neurotic thoughts behind him.
"Observe the distance!!" Yang Gan ordered.
The two soldiers raised their crossbows and shot two arrows at a 45° angle to the sky, planting them on the grass more than a hundred steps away from them.
The sound of "Rumble~~" kept ringing, and the Huns were getting closer and closer to the feather arrows.
"Get ready~~!"
Two thousand people raised their crossbows in unison.
"Cum~~~!"
"Buzz~~!"
Two thousand arrows shot out quickly and penetrated into the sky. With the blessing of kinetic energy and falling force, they drilled hard towards the ground like raindrops.
"Pfft, pfft~~!"
Suddenly there was the sound of countless arrows piercing the flesh, and the first group of Huns' soldiers fell directly to the ground.
Many people have it in the middle of their heads. Leather armor can block bows and arrows, but it is difficult to block crossbow arrows, not to mention that this time Yang Gan brought a heavy crossbow.
"Don't stop, keep cumming~~!"
"These people are sick. If they don't brake, they will fall into the ditch."
In the Hun cavalry team, many soldiers had the same idea: "Why don't these two-legged sheep run away? I'll slap you on the head later. Why is the sun so bright today?"
The people in front fell on their backs, and those behind continued to fight. Gradually, Yang Qian couldn't understand the situation. Although the place where he was stationed had been cleaned up, the ground was in a mess. Could it be that he couldn't see the horse trap here?
But the Xiongnu in front of him rushed here regardless. Yang Qian was happy, this was not a target for him, but he still maintained the idea of sailing the ten thousand year ship carefully.
Let two scouts go to investigate nearby, not just cannon fodder, but also the main force, then you will really catch them blind.
The cavalry was very fast and ran in front of Yang Gan in a short while. Before everyone could react, a large group of cavalry were trapped in the horse pit and plotted against them. A large row of cavalry in front fell down, and the cavalry behind them could no longer hold up and fell. In a ball.
Yang Gan scratched his head in confusion, but found that he couldn't touch his head with the helmet on.
"Stop~~stop cumming, we're all going to die."
It's the same old routine, kill people, behead them, pack them up, and take them away.
"Hey, this is a minor injury, don't kill him." Seeing a soldier preparing to kill the slightly injured Huns, Yang Gan immediately stopped him.
"Everyone, please pay attention. Take away those who are slightly injured and cannot die. Otherwise, if there are not enough manpower, you will do hard labor for me in the future."
"No~~~!"
"Old Yao, keep some snacks. I heard from the general that if we capture more prisoners, we won't have to do corvee service in the future."
Old Yao said depressedly, "I've heard about it a long time ago. Alas, if the general had come a few years earlier, my eldest brother might not have to die while doing corvee service."
"It looks like the general is only a few years old."
"The devil knows, he didn't tell us and we didn't dare to ask."
"The general seems to be getting more and more beautiful recently."
"If you talk about the general behind his back again, believe it or not, he will beat you to death."
Thinking of Yang Qian's martial arts and bravery, the soldiers immediately shuddered and couldn't afford to offend him.
A Xiongnu soldier was kneeling on the ground. Yang Gan asked doubtfully, "Are you Xiongnu sick? You rushed forward even though you saw a horse trap here?"
"You are dead, we Xiongnu will not let you go [Hun language]."
"Damn it, let's find another one. This one can't speak human language."
After working on it for a long time, Yang Gan and others finally figured out that these evil spirits were originally here to rescue Captain Ten Thousands.
I feel that Xia's cavalry is nothing special, and there is no general in the team.
I happened to be looking directly at the sun again, and couldn't see clearly what was on the grassland, so I fell headlong into it.
After knowing the reason, Yang Qian quickly took out the small book he made and wrote down the cause, process and results. You must be wary of this kind of idiotic behavior. Don't laugh at others now or be laughed at by others in the future.
The most taboo on the battlefield, the enemy laughs.
The enemy laughs and you urinate, and there is no good end to the cliff.
They brought the prisoners and intact war horses to the camp. There were only a few dozen Huns guarding the camp, and they were captured in minutes.
"Send some soldiers to the swamp to clean up all the dead people, and drag back the dead horses for me."
"No~~~!"
"Ran Jing, get over here."
"General, general~~~!"
Ran Jing lowered his head, obviously knowing that he was wrong. He had never been able to pass his level.
Even if he plundered a dozen tribes, he couldn't change it, but when his comrades almost died because of his benevolence, he realized it.
"Damn it, mud can't hold up a wall. I don't want to tell you any more. Either get out of the Black Armor Cavalry and become a cook, or get twenty military sticks yourself."
Ran Jing looked up at Yang Qian and said, "I will receive twenty military sticks."
Yang Gan laughed and said, "Okay, I can help you cover up some of the usual things, but this time your incident has caused too much trouble. Someone almost died because of you. If you are not punished, it is not enough to enforce military law, but you understand."
"I know that when a general promotes his subordinates, it is because the subordinates did not do a good job."
"Belika, take Ran Jing out and beat me with twenty military sticks in front of everyone. If you dare to let go, you will let Krisna beat you. Do you understand?"
"Don't worry~~~!"
"After the beating, take it to my tent."
After a while, the soldiers were assembled. Ran Jing took off his armor and lay down on a wooden board wearing thin clothes.
Originally, according to military regulations, he had to take off his pants, but Bellica was not an idiot. She obviously wanted to train him to be his deputy, so she couldn't let him lose face too much.
"Pa~~!"
"Pa bang bang~~~!"
Ran Jing's handsome face suddenly turned ferocious, holding the wooden stick handed over by Belika in his mouth. By the tenth blow, his eyes had turned white.
All the soldiers looked serious. Generally, only soldiers who made serious mistakes would be beaten with military sticks. Because Ran Jing's injured soldier was also watching, the aggrievedness gradually dissipated.
"Bah~!" The blood-stained wooden stick in Ran Jing's mouth fell to the ground. His face was pale, sweat, and saliva dripped to the ground. After being beaten with twenty army sticks, he had fainted. Bailey After getting stuck, he returned to Yang Gan's camp.
All the soldiers felt a chill in their hearts, and the military law was like a mountain, nothing more than that.
After throwing it onto the bed next to Yang Gan, Belika said, "Why don't the military establish more criminal laws?"
"A military stick will do. This thing is not easy to deal with."
Yang Gan, who grew up watching TV dramas, subconsciously felt that it was normal to hit him with a military stick dozens or hundreds of times. It was like this in TV dramas. After the beating, he would lie down for two days and become full of energy.
After watching Tian Zong enforce the law, he no longer thought so. He remembered that the soldier was beaten with fifty military sticks at that time, and he still can't get up.
After learning more about it, I found that in ancient times, beating with a military stick was usually used against generals and soldiers who seriously violated military discipline. Since it was a punishment in the army, the punishment would be relatively severe.
Often after a few blows with a stick, the person being tortured could not help but faint from the pain. At this time, the executioner would not be merciful and would continue the execution strictly in accordance with the instructions of his superiors.
As for whether the prisoner dies or lives after the execution, it depends on his own destiny.
For people with good physical fitness, receiving a hundred military sticks will only hurt their muscles and bones for a hundred days.
But for those soldiers with poor physical fitness, this is undoubtedly the soul-calling flag of the Lord of Hell. As long as they receive a hundred military sticks, they will go to the underworld to report.
Taking into account Ran Jing's skinny figure, twenty military sticks would be sufficient first, a small punishment but a big warning.
"Yang Qian, you are so plucking birds, you don't even let go of the dead people's clothes." Krisna joked.
"A bird is plucking its feathers? It's a goose plucking its feathers, right? These days, the landlords don't even have enough food left in their homes. You are a teenager who can live in poverty. Dad, if I don't save some money, how can I feed you, how can I feed these people?" Huns prisoners?”
In his previous life, Yang Qian was able to buy a house in Magic City when he was about thirty years old. Not only did he need to be able to make money, but he also had to be able to save money. The consumption in Magic City was very scary.
night.
After everyone ate the horse meat, Belika went to bed first. She was a little acclimatized and felt dizzy. She probably got a little too hot today.
Krisna exposed her arm, and Yang Gan rubbed the medicinal wine on her. The whole arm was sore and weak, and purple veins appeared on the fair skin, which was obviously a sign of strong impact.
"Is this injury serious or minor? Why are you still fighting him? I could have killed him with just one spear. Hey, I've been rubbing it for you for so long, but you still squeaked. It doesn't hurt. ?"
Krisna sneered and said, "Spartans, even if it hurts, they won't cry out in pain. Tenacity is our motto. Such a fierce general must win by fighting, otherwise where will the glory come from?"
Rubbing her hard, Yang Qian showed a disdainful expression, "What's the use of the courage of an ordinary man? The honor of a ghost is nothing if you die. Damn, I've been rubbing a cup of tea for you, I'm exhausted." .”
"Then I'll sleep first. This is a plaster for treating trauma." Krisna tightened her armor and fell asleep.
Yang Qian curled his lips, picked up the plaster, and pulled down Ran Jing's pants when he collapsed. His eyes suddenly widened, "Fuck, can a military stick be beaten like this?"
All his fair buttocks turned purple and black, and the blood had not yet condensed into scabs. After sighing, he sprinkled the medicine on his buttocks.
"Damn, you're a pretty boy with such a white butt. What kind of soldier do you want to be? It's more promising to just become a duck." Yang Gan muttered, thinking that he was quite interesting.
Previously, Liu Bei hugged Guan Yunchang and slept soundly. Today, Yang Gan took off Ran Jing's pants and spread the medicine. Corporal Li Xian's sincerity must be enough.
After it was done, he didn't pull up his pants. It was bloody and uncomfortable to look at. He was still worried. After looking around outside, he lay on the couch and fell into a deep sleep.
The next day.
A scream broke the calm, and some soldiers even rushed out with weapons, thinking that the Huns were attacking. Later, they found out that it came from the Chinese army's tent, so they dispersed without thinking much.
