"It doesn't matter, just run away. This is what the people of Silla should worry about!" Wang Wenzuo didn't take it to heart. As the saying goes, a phoenix landed on the ground is not as good as a chicken. The beggar Si Biyu was not familiar with the local terrain, even if he was around him There are hundreds of remnant soldiers with no food, medicine, or weapons and equipment. They may not be able to conquer the villages of Silla. It will only take three or five days for them to starve to death. At that time, it is not certain who will kill whom.
"Kill all the injured mules and horses, as well as the chickens, dogs, and pigs that can be found in the village. If there is wine-" Wang Wenzuo hesitated: "Forget about the wine. After all, we are still on the battlefield. Let the soldiers be well. What a delicious meal!”
"Yes!" the military officer responded excitedly.
The cold wind hit his face like a file, but what hurt Qi Sibiyu was not his face, but his heart.
This was not the first time he had lost a battle. As the leader of the Baishan tribe, Qi Sibiyu understood that survival was a never-ending war as soon as he became wise. Although the land in the Northeast is vast, there is not much suitable for habitation.
At that time, the Liaohe Plain and the Sanjiang Plain were still endless wetlands and swamps, which were difficult to cultivate. Diseases were prevalent in the summer and snowstorms swept across everything in the winter. The suitable places to live were the hills of southern Liaoning and the valleys in the Changbai Mountains, where the land was fertile and the water flow was abundant. And you don’t have to face the cold wind in winter. It was also the first developed area in Northeast China.
Fuyu people, Murong Xianbei and other ethnic groups all started there. In order to compete for the limited living space, each tribe must face cruel competition. The losers have to leave their homes and find new lands. In this environment, any cowardice and laziness are fatal. But today, Qi Sibiyu was slacking off.
"Chief, where should we go now?" the voice of his subordinates came from beside him. Qi Sibiyu reined in the reins and looked back. Everyone's face showed confusion. He knew he had to do something.
"We crossed the Han River a few days ago?"
"Crossing the Han River? It seemed like ten days ago!"
"Ten days, good!"
"very good?"
"Yes, I once made an agreement with General Gao. If we return within fifteen days, he will leave a boat to help us cross the river!" Qi Si Biyu raised his voice so that everyone could hear him: "We lost this time , but we will come back next time, with more people, to avenge our dead brothers!" At this point, he pulled out his sword, stretched out his left little finger and touched the blade, cut it off, and lifted it Gao left hand to let everyone see clearly: "The gods of heaven and earth are here. If you violate this oath, you will say so!"
Victory is like fine wine, it can make people feel intoxicated and happy even if they don’t drink it.
"Please, General Shangguo, please drink this cup!" City Lord Jin Sanzang's waist was almost broken, but the wine bottle in his hand remained motionless. This made Wang Wenzuo somewhat admired, this spherical man He was so tall that even when he stood straight, he couldn't even see his knees. It was not easy to maintain such a posture. He picked up the wine glass and took a sip: "Thank you!"
"Ah ah! Huge, huge! Sure enough, the bravery seems to be shut down, and the strategy is comparable to Han Bai!" Jin Sanzang exclaimed for a while, as if he had seen something extraordinary, and the flattery came out of his mouth like a tide, Rao Wang Wenzuo had seen the scene before traveling through time, and he was also made a little unbearable.
"The city lord has given you too much praise!" Wang Wenzuo pointed at He Bayong on his right with his wine glass: "Today's battle is mostly due to my deputy general's efforts, I am just sitting back and enjoying the results!"
"Oh oh oh!" Jin Sanzang's eyes lit up, as if he had discovered a new continent, and turned to He Bayong. Wang Wenzuo let out a sigh of relief and shook his head. In his opinion, this Jin City Lord was comparable to those Mohe people. Much more difficult to deal with.
"Owner!"
Sancho's voice came from behind, and Wang Wenzuo turned around: "What's the matter?"
"Captain Cui has something to report to you!"
"Well!" Wang Wenzuo raised his head and saw a commotion at the banquet. Most of the people were already flushed with alcohol. Some people even pulled the Silla maid next to them to sit on their laps. Victory is really sweet and intoxicating! He smiled slightly, got up and walked outside, followed quickly by Sancho.
"Hongdu, what's the matter?" Wang Wenzuo said with a smile.
"Sanlang, look at this!" Cui Hongdu handed over an arrow with a cold expression.
Wang Wenzuo took the arrow. This arrow was two hands longer than the arrows commonly used by the Tang army. The arrow shaft was also thicker and the arrow feathers were thick and hard. Of course, the most eye-catching thing was the arrowhead, which was shaped like an iron chisel. , held heavily in the hand, emitting a cold light.
"Is there anything else?" Wang Wenzuo asked.
"More!" Cui Hongdu took out three or four more arrows. The arrowheads were spade-shaped, swallow-tailed, and rhombus-shaped. Wang Wenzuo looked at them one by one and remained silent.
"They are all made of fine iron!" Cui Hongdu whispered.
"It should have been given by the Goguryeo people, right?" Wang Wenzuo said.
"It doesn't look like it. The arrows used by the Goguryeo people are rarely so heavy! This kind of arrow can only be used with the longer and larger bows of the Mohe people. Otherwise, it will be difficult to reach far, and it will be difficult to penetrate the armor if it hits!"
Wang Wenzuo nodded. Just as Cui Hongdu said, ancient bows have a certain relationship with the length and weight of arrows. If you want to reach far, you have to use smaller and lighter arrows; if you want to break armor, use longer and heavier arrows. Arrows cannot be used randomly.
The longer and larger bows used by the Mohe people are mostly used for hunting wild animals in the mountains and forests. Because the vegetation in the mountains and forests is lush, the field of vision is narrow and cannot reach far, and the prey will be killed without a single shot from the enemy, so they like to use heavy weapons. Arrows, this kind of bow is not widely used in the Goguryeo army, and its arsenal naturally does not produce arrows specifically for them. So these arrows should be the Mohe people's own, but they have so many of them. Where is the fine iron of the arrow?
Arrows are no better than swords, spears, and spears. It is not easy to retrieve them after shooting them. Even the great empires that ruled the grasslands, such as the Turks, Xueyantuo, and Uighurs, did not have the luxury to use such heavy iron arrows, let alone a mere Mohe. tribe?
"You go find two interpreters and interrogate them strictly. You must find out where these iron arrows come from!" Wang Wenzuo lowered his voice: "Don't let the people of Silla know!"
"My subordinate understands!"
Watching Cui Hongdu's leaving figure disappear into the night, Wang Wenzuo let out a long breath. Compared with winning a victory, figuring out the source of an unknown iron weapon is much more important. This may change the balance of military power in Northeast Asia. Weights.
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In the Japanese state, Zichaocang and Juguangting Palace were built.
The prince, the eldest brother of Zhong, stood in front of the bed, looking at his mother's face like a wax mask covered by white cloth, and bursts of sobbing came from behind. He didn't know how much of it was sincere and how much was disguise.
"Brother Shen!"
"Um!"
When Shen Changqing walks on the road, whenever he meets someone he knows, he will say hello or nod to each other.
But no matter who it is.
There was no unnecessary expression on everyone's face, as if they were indifferent to everything.
To this.
Shen Changqing has become accustomed to it.
Because this is the Demon Suppression Division, an organization that maintains the stability of the Qin Dynasty. Its main responsibility is to kill monsters and monsters. Of course, there are also some other side jobs.
It can be said.
Everyone in the Demon Suppression Division has a lot of blood on their hands.
When a person is used to seeing life and death, he will become indifferent to many things.
When he first came to this world, Shen Changqing was a little uncomfortable, but he got used to it over time.
The Demon-Suppressing Division is huge.
Those who can stay in the Demon Suppressing Division are all powerful masters, or those who have the potential to become masters.
Shen Changqing belongs to the latter.
Among them, the Demon Suppressor Division is divided into two professions, one is the Guardian Envoy and the other is the Demon Slayer.
Anyone who enters the Demon Suppression Department starts from the lowest level as a demon slayer.
Then he will be promoted step by step, and he is expected to eventually become a guardian envoy.
Shen Changqing's predecessor was a trainee demon slayer in the Demon Suppression Division, and he was also the lowest level among the demon slayers.
Possessing the memory of a previous life.
He is also very familiar with the environment of the Demon Suppression Division.
It didn't take long for Shen Changqing to stop in front of a loft.
Unlike other places in the Demon Suppressing Division that were full of chills, the attic here seemed to stand out from the crowd, showing a different kind of tranquility in the bloody Demon Suppressing Division.
At this time, the attic door was open, and occasionally people came in and out.
Shen Changqing only hesitated for a moment before stepping in.
Enter the attic.
The environment changes in vain.
The aroma of ink mixed with the faint smell of blood hit his face, causing him to frown instinctively, but then relaxed it quickly.
It is almost impossible to clean away the smell of blood that comes from everyone in the Zhenmo Division.
