At dawn, the rain finally stopped, and the light shone through the gradually dispersing rain clouds, setting a golden edge on the eastern horizon. Wang Wenzuo took off his heavy cloak, wiped the rain from his face, looked at the village in the distance attentively, and asked: "In which village is the Mohe Thief?"
"Hmm!" The guide's voice almost came out from between his teeth: "It's over there. They've been looting in all directions in the past few days, and then they came back here."
"In other words, this is their nest!" Wang Wenzuo asked: "It has been four or five days, so there should be trench barriers!"
"No, no!" the guide quickly replied: "These barbarians are very lazy and only stayed for a few days. How could they spend so much effort!"
As time went by, Wang Wenzuo could gradually distinguish the village from the mottled background. Like most villages on both sides of the Han River, this village was located on a high hill, surrounded on three sides by old and cracked stone walls, with a small The stream flows through the entrance of the village, and on the gentle slope outside the stone wall are patches of mulberry and jujube trees, extending all the way to the surrounding fields. There are two crossbars on the road leading to the village entrance, and behind them are several straw huts, which are obviously for the sentries to live in. The road leading to the village entrance is blocked by the raised earth slope, and it is unclear whether there are more fortifications.
"Let me lead the cavalry and rush in!" He Bayong's voice was full of irrepressible excitement.
"No, it rained all night last night, and the ground is soft. Be careful!" Cui Hongdu voted against: "Send a small team of people to go up from the west. There are woods over there, and thieves can't see it!"
"I have no problem with softer ground than this!" He Bayong retorted: "There is a stone wall to the west, but we can't see clearly what's in the woods?"
"Every guy thought he had no problem before he fell!" Cui Hongdu retorted: "It's a pity that they don't have another chance!"
"Okay, stop arguing!" Wang Wenzuo interrupted the quarrel among his subordinates: "Hongdu, take a hundred people to the west, wave the white flag when you touch the stone wall, and then He Ba leads the cavalry in a frontal attack. That's it!"
"Yes!" He Bayong and Cui Hongdu looked at each other, snorted coldly, and turned around to leave. Looking at the backs of his subordinates leaving, Wang Wenzuo stroked his beard. Recently, the competitiveness between the two of them seems to be a bit too much. .
When the agreed white flag waved on the top of a certain mulberry tree on the west slope of the village, Wang Wenzuo let out a long breath. It seemed that victory was almost in hand. He said to the messenger on the side: "Play the drum!"
The horse's hooves trampled the ground, mud and water splashed everywhere. He Bayong stepped on the stirrups with his feet, sat up slightly, put the horn bow on his left arm, and held the spear in his right hand. The Mohe people rushed out of the hut and blocked the horse at the crossbar. He drew the bow and fired arrows from behind, but perhaps due to panic, the bow was not fully drawn, and the flying arrows could not penetrate the armor. He Bayong kicked the horse's belly hard, and his ginger stallion jumped over the crossbar and rushed into the crowd. The huge momentum immediately knocked an enemy away. The subsequent flow of people broke through the horse and blocked the crossbar. The Mohe people behind the horse were drowned.
He was still asleep a second ago, and suddenly, Qi Sibiyu woke up with a start.
The room was dark, with only a beam of morning light coming from the window near the roof. A woman was lying prone beside the bed, her huge face half covered by black hair, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. A bearskin was spread on the ground, and the sound of drums came from the bed outside the window. Dong-dong-dong, every blow hits the heart.
Are they from Silla? But aren’t all the Silla troops in Sucheon City? Qi Sibiyu jumped off the bed and rushed to the window. He saw that this group of uninvited guests had rushed into the village. The morning sun shone on their armor, and the golden light shone. This kind of army was not something that a mere Silla City Lord could possess.
"Is this the Hwarang team of the Silla people?" Qi Sibiyu murmured to himself. He had also heard about the reputation of these warriors from the Goguryeo people. They were handsome, powerful in martial arts, and incredibly courageous. But such elites Why do the elite appear here? For a moment, Qi Sibiyu couldn't help but be confused.
"Fight, fight!"
The door was pushed open, and a samurai rushed in and yelled at Qi Sibiyu, waking him up. The leader of the Baishan tribe grabbed the horn hanging on the wall, took a deep breath, and blew it.
Woooooooo!
The sound of the horn was like the cry of an ancient giant beast, echoing over the village, and Mohe people poured out of the houses like a tide. Like most peoples who are still in the tribal stage, the military organization of the Mohe people is based on their blood relationships-that is, all members of the same family form a unit, and then several families of the same tribe form a larger unit. The benefits of this are obvious. Each unit has a very strong centripetal force. Even in unfamiliar and dangerous environments, it is rare for them to collapse and abandon their members and escape; but from another aspect, this kind of army The upper limit is not high, because unless the commander himself is the leader of the tribe, he will not be able to ensure that the army obeys orders at critical times. This is why Gao Sheji treats these Mohe people as abandoned sons, otherwise in the battlefield with the Tang army If you suddenly switch sides or retreat without a fight, you will regret it.
"Shield wall, shield wall!" Qi Sibiyu shouted loudly, and inserted the end of his long shield into the soil. His younger brother stood on his right side, and on the left was the youngest uncle, with his red cloak and thorns full of The high-top helmet with flying dragon feathers was like a flag, and the Mohe people gathered together, inserted the ends of their shields into the soil, and stood side by side, like a low wall.
"Charge over, rush over, and scatter these barbarians!" He Bayong stood on the saddle and shouted loudly. His spear had already been broken, and he was holding a knife in his hand. More than a dozen horses followed closely, forming a wedge shape. Rush towards the shield wall.
"Fire arrows, shoot horses!" Qi Si Biyu shouted loudly. He knew very well how strong the iron armor on these enemy knights was, but their mounts had no protection. Knights without horses were like people without legs. The cost has been reduced by 90%.
The archers of the Mohe people draw the horned bows in their hands. Unlike the nomads who live in arid grasslands with empty horizons, the Mohe people who live in dense forests and swamps have slightly longer horned bows, longer saws, and longer arrows. , is heavier, and the lethality of the arrows is enhanced at the expense of the range, that is, "the arrows are all heavy, the bows are all powerful, and the arrows are not far. Don't shoot lightly, the arrow will hit someone, and the person who hits it will be killed!"
This time, He Bayong personally experienced the shooting skills of the Mohe people. He only heard a soft sound, and the horse under his crotch stood up on its hind legs and kicked its hooves wildly. He quickly threw off the stirrup and rolled down from the horse. From the corner of his eye, he saw that the horse had been hit by three arrows in its chest.
