Han You walked down and came to the sidelines, resting his hands on the guardrail of the stands like a tourist.
Jin Rui and other officials from the Ministry of Rites had sweat all over their foreheads.
They had no idea what was going on. They were not in the military, let alone generals, but even the civil servants could tell that something was wrong.
The number of our own people was small, and they were not wearing armor yet, but they were carrying a big shield. Anyone who was not blind could see that they did not have an advantage, but they had a lot of disadvantages.
When the officials of the Ministry of Rites saw Han You coming, they all looked over.
Han You thought for a while and prepared to perform a Dongguan style hurdle.
As a result, when he raised his leg, Han You could only slowly cross one leg, and then his body twisted and twisted, turning and turning. It was not so smooth. He was wearing a robe, so he could only turn it over slowly and with great effort.
Seeing Han You entering, the guards on the long side were so frightened that they all ran over, fearing that someone would stab him twice. After all, everyone knew that the person who wanted Han You to die was not few.
Han You, who was like a star holding the moon, passed by Ma Rulong and others, smiled and nodded.
Ma Fenghou was cheerful. Ma Rulong acted as if he hadn't seen him. His face was expressionless, cool, and amazing.
"The king of pretense."
Han You muttered and walked towards Jin Rui and others.
A group of imperial guards ran over from a distance, all of them were Huben who had just protected the "container". When Lao Ba saw that Han You had gone down, he quickly asked twelve imperial guards to replace the Beijing guards to protect Han You.
"We certainly can't show up so hastily. It's too shameless to shout at the top of our lungs."
The loudspeakers nodded repeatedly, cleared their throats, and prepared to use all their strength.
"Today's martial arts performance, the great Zhou Dynasty, warriors, Dazhou County..."
Han You finished speaking and looked at the guard: "Where is Ma Laoer's fiefdom?"
The guards have all surrendered, who are you asking?
Jin Rui and other officials from the Ministry of Etiquette knew that. Just when he was about to speak, Han You waved his hand: "Ma Rulong, representative of Dazhou Yanwu, let's start."
Guard: "..."
Before anyone could ask, Han You had already walked back. After thinking about it for a while, it was not too late to finish the introduction. If you are not afraid of 10,000, you should be afraid of 10,000 without a night guarantee. The number of times is limited. Be careful when sailing a thousand-year-old ship. Don’t introduce it so fiercely. He lost the fight, and he had never seen the power of that kind of shield. He just heard what his friends said.
The Ministry of Rites was extremely helpless and nodded to the guards. The eunuch blew his whip and the guards beat the drums. When the drums started to fall, they began to retreat to the edge.
"Ma Rulong!"
Before he started, there was a violent roar, and the Turkic envoy asked Bagatur to take off his helmet and pointed at Ma Laoer.
"Traitor of the prairie, the wrath of the gods will be poured out mercilessly on your head!"
He shouted in Chinese on purpose, and it was obvious that Bagatul really hated Ma Rulong to the core.
To reciprocate, since Ma Rulong was sealed off from the county, most of his forces outside the pass were transferred to the vicinity of Beibianguan, and all the information on the grassland in Beibianguan was given by the Ma family.
It is not that there is no war at Beibian Pass, but there is no war worthy of telling the imperial court. The fact that the imperial court does not know about it does not mean that there is no war at Beibian Pass.
Jun Chenguang knew that the people on the grassland were ready to make a move, but they didn't know that the Northern Army also sent some elites to conduct small-scale raids. They were able to successfully kill many people many times and relied on the Ma family to lead the way.
The two major tribes of Tujue and Liangrong did not suffer much loss. The main reason was that they were worried. Many small tribes did not dare to submit to them, for fear that the Ma family would bring the elite border troops of the Han Dynasty to attack them.
"Ma Rulong, I won't kill you, I will break your hands and feet and make you a useless person."
Bagatul still pointed at Ma Rulong and shouted with all his strength: "Descendants of the Golden Wolf King and the Golden Eagle King, when our hoofs step into the land of the Han people, I will kill you and everyone related to you. people!"
It was time to say it or not, but this guy had very good lung capacity and a loud voice. Not only Ma Rulong heard this angry declaration, but also the common people, monarchs and ministers heard it.
The scene was completely chaotic. The people were definitely yelling and cursing. Many of the hot-tempered people were ready to cross the stands to fuck them together. If the Beijing Guards and the Imperial Guards hadn't formed a human wall, the scene would have definitely gotten out of control.
Looking at Ma Laoer again, he didn't move or speak the whole time. If he talked to Bagatul, he wouldn't call him Ma Rulong. In his eyes, Bagatul was just a warm corpse.
The more Ma Rulong ignored Bagatul, the angrier the guy became. He yelled a few times in prairie language, and everyone pulled out their machetes.
"that…"
Ma Rulong pointed at Bagatul casually and said calmly to Ma Fenghou beside him: "Give it to me."
Ma Fenghou was a little unhappy: "Give me half."
"I want them all."
"All right."
The Turks began to charge, and the people in the stands stopped making trouble. Their hearts were in their throats. Even they could see that Ma Rulong's side did not have the advantage.
Seeing that the Turks were less than fifty steps away, Ma Rulong and his group finally made a move.
He untied the shield, put it in front of him, smashed it on the ground, and crossed his hands to the inside of the shield. Then, both those who were silent and those who were not silent fell silent. The charging Turks all stopped and almost sprained their feet.
Dozens of shields were lined up in a row, and densely packed sharp thorns popped out in the blink of an eye, reaching a length of fifteen centimeters.
The Turks were dumbfounded, and the whole audience was dumbfounded.
No one has ever seen this kind of shield.
The sharp thorn that shone with cold light was made of metal. It was slender, deadly, and terrifying!
The people around Ma Rulong are actually very complex, including households from the Ma family, households from the villa, servants of the Han family, veterans of the Southern Army, and soldiers from the Yidao camp.
After knowing that he was going to participate in the martial arts performance on behalf of Da Zhou, Ma Rulong had never "trained" at all, which was completely unnecessary.
He thought how many people were participating, but after asking, he found out that there were about a hundred or so, which was much less than in previous years.
There were only a hundred or so of them, and he and Ma Fenghou didn't have many left. They weren't enough for others to kill, so there was no need to train.
Originally, Ma Rulong was quite happy. He represented Dazhou in the competition this year, and he might be able to do so in the future. He liked this kind of thing.
Unexpectedly, when it was almost time to go on stage, a lot of shields were delivered. Ma Rulong studied it and was so angry. This is so stupid, this is not a human being.
Including Bagatul, their heads were buzzing, and cold sweat began to form on their bodies as they looked at the countless sharp thorns on the shields.
Don't say I have seen this thing, I have never heard of it. How could the thorn be so long? How could it have just been hidden in the shield? How could it be so sharp? Is this thing meant to deal with infantry? This damn thing is obviously Stop the cavalry!
Perhaps knowing the confusion and surprise of this group of Turks, Ma Rulong decided to explain it with practical actions.
"Kill them!"
As soon as the four words fell, the people lined up... or the shields... no, it should be the shields and spears "pushed" past.
When Mr. Poke built this thing, he didn't bother to name it. When he thought it was for fighting cavalry, he casually picked up a shield and spear.
Ma Rulong and others ran faster and faster with big shields on their backs.
Many Turks' legs were already trembling. This was a situation they had never imagined in their dreams. They had no idea how to fight against this "big shield", and the full-body armor on their bodies could not give them any peace of mind.
The full-body armor doesn't really cover the whole body. There are still many parts of the joints that are exposed and cannot be protected at all.
Bagatul's eyes turned red instantly, he raised his machete high, and he roared something, and then the Turks began to rush away.
The so-called fighting spirit and fighting spirit are like this. They cannot be let out. Once they are let out, they can travel thousands of miles. If they bite the bullet, they can exert some fighting power.
The two sides finally came into contact. Ma Rulong took the lead and rushed over like a bulldozer. He alone knocked over six or seven Turks who had been hit by them.
The first contact was with blood splattering, as if someone was taking a needle and squirting blood into the sky.
In the stands, countless parents subconsciously covered their children's eyes with their hands.
The scene is very brutal, as brutal as it is bloody, as bloody as it is brutal, as brutal as it is horrifying.
Yes, it's scary.
There were no broken limbs, no flickering swords, and no rolling heads. Instead, there were just spurts of blood and countless splashes of blood.
"Shield Spear" is one of the Mohist machine arts. It was originally used as a "guard" when hung on the crossbow cart. After some improvement by the teacher, it became like a bear. If you don't prick it, you're done. .
Everyone finally understood, no wonder Ma Rulong didn't wear armor, there was no need for it, the shield was invulnerable, and there wasn't even a scratch on it with the scimitar, no wonder they didn't use weapons, no need, the shield was the best weapon, slightly. The large curved shield will not be blocked and cannot be pushed forward. As long as it comes into contact, it must be punctured.
The battle became chaotic from the beginning. Ma Rulong and Ma Fenghou's uncle and nephew were pushing from beginning to end, from front to back. They could dismantle the Turkic battle formation with just the two of them.
There was no training or cooperation in the first place. Everyone just pushed back and forth with their shields on their backs, without caring about their backs. There was someone on the back to ensure the safety of the rear.
Blood spattered, swayed, and spurted, and one Turkic man fell to the ground one after another. This foot battle was very unusual, weird, and so weird that it made people feel numb.
The so-called Yingdao Samurai Armor is like a joke in front of such a large shield, with no protection at all.
The battle ended quickly and in an extremely brutal way.
Ma Rulong stared at the shield and knocked Bagatul down. Then, riding on the latter's identity, he raised the shield high and smashed it down hard. One time, one time, and another time, his flesh and blood were blurred, and blood spurted all over Ma Rulong.
The gymnasium was eerily quiet. Ma Fenghou was leading the others to finish off the attack. Ma Rulong finally stood up and held a bloody head in his hand.
This is Bagatul's head, which was torn off by the shield.
Ma Rulong, who was holding his head, walked back silently, then raised his hand and held his head in front of the officials of the Ministry of Rites.
Ma Rulong raised his head and looked in the direction of the Turkic and Liangrong missions.
"Hoof the barrier, haha." Ma Rulong shook off the blood on his shield, his face full of contempt: "It's just you?"
In the gymnasium, there was an explosion. What exploded were the shouts of the people, the roars of the military generals and the imperial guards, and the thunderous applause that lasted for a long time.
Da Zhou should be so domineering, he should be so domineering!
