Three Kingdoms

  Chapter 1000 Xianbei advances

  North of Yinshan Mountain, several Han army scouts spread out a small fan, and rode their horses forward slowly.

  It is completely different from the south side of Yinshan Mountain. In the north side of Yinshan Mountain, not only the altitude is raised by one layer, but even the temperature has dropped a lot, and the landform is completely different.

  If it is said that the south of Yinshan Mountain is warm in spring, and the north of it is icy cold winter. Even the cold and jagged stones on both sides of the road are so sharp-edged, as if they are about to jump up and stab someone at any time.

It's a road, but it's not a formal road. It's just that before the barbarians went south, they basically took this mountain road that jumps through the valleys. Cliffs, unless you can fly, you can't walk at all.

  Nature is like this. A Yinshan mountain range blocks the wind and snow in the north and cuts off the severe cold, bringing Jiangnan on the fortress.

  The dark ones are the surrounding mountain shadows, the white ones are the remaining snow, and the gray ones are the road that doesn't look like a road. In this section, green is already a luxury color.

This Manyi Valley Road, maybe because of the war, maybe because of some other reasons, even the vegetation is pitiful, let alone the towering trees, it is difficult to see even a sapling, and the cold wind blows directly from the north. Come on, the Han soldiers' scouts couldn't keep their eyes open.

   "Uncle Wang," a young scout called out softly, blocking the wind with his hand, "It's almost fifty miles away, there is no movement, let's go back..."

Uncle Wang, the leader of the team, was an old soldier. After hearing the yelling, he didn't answer, but slowly pulled the horse's rein, and then looked around. Seeing that there was no movement, he bent down. He didn't answer, but first replaced the horse under him He wiped away the gum from the corners of his eyes, and wiped some dry saliva for the horse by the way.

  The war horse has been running for a long time, and it is facing the wind and sand again, so there are naturally some things like eye droppings.

Just like cleaning his own children, Uncle Wang did it very naturally, and he didn't feel dirty at all. When he was done, he straightened up and said with a smile: "Your boy, you eat the most and run fast." You are the slowest and the first to call, what a coward..."

   "Uncle Wang, you arranged me again..." Although he knew that Uncle Wang was making fun of him, the young scout still protested with some dissatisfaction, "Don't everyone eat the same thing? Where can I eat more..."

  Uncle Wang chuckled, and was about to say something when he suddenly stopped what he was saying, bent his back slightly, and slowly opened his callused hand, reaching for the cloth bag beside the horse...

  The surrounding area is quiet, only the whistling north wind blows non-stop.

   "Open the bow! Draw the sword!"

Uncle Wang suddenly ordered loudly, and with a flick of his hand, he had already taken the step bow of the horse's bow bag in his hand, and at this moment, several gray shadows suddenly stood out from the dark stone crevices in front of him, and there were loud noises breaking through the air. , Seven or eight feathered arrows have already been shot with a strong wind!

When there was a sound, it was Uncle Wang who slammed the back of his bow on the arrow that was flying towards him, knocking the arrow into the air, and the long arrow with gray and white variegated feathers pierced obliquely. To the side of the soil.

   "Spread out!"

  Uncle Wang roared loudly, while running sideways with the horse's belly in his arms, he drew an arrow and counterattacked back.

   At such a moment of confrontation, the scouts of the Han army had seen clearly the clothing of the attacker, and shouted loudly: "The eagle shooter of the Huns!"

The difference between the Huns and the Xianbei is quite easy, at least the felt hats that the Huns are used to wearing, while the Xianbei like to show their braids, even if they wear hats, they are smaller and taller than the Huns Pointier.

  Accompanied by this roar, there were two screams of different frequencies. A scout seemed to be shot and fell heavily to the ground.

  The opponents are the eagle archers who are good at bow and arrow among the Huns. Although there are not many of them, they are both accurate and powerful. Even the arrows that miss will scream in the air!

"Walk!"

Uncle Wang just held his bow and shot back at the Huns as much as possible. He was not worried about these eagle shooters, because although these archers were powerful, they were far away. The arrows have to fly some distance in the air, so there is still some time to avoid knocks, but what if it's not just these few Hun shooters?

  And the eagle shooters generally don't act alone. They have always been the scouts of the Huns, spreading far away, guarding the periphery of the army like eyeliner.

   Therefore, meeting the eagle shooters of the Huns here means that the Huns' army is to the north, on the plateau to the north of the Yin Mountain that is covered by mountains and rocks!

   Just as Uncle Wang expected, some small black spots appeared in the distance shaking after a while, accompanied by towering smoke and dust, it was obvious that a large number of people came here.

   "Go back!" Uncle Wang yelled, "Stinky boy and black dog, you go back and report first! Others protect you, let's go!"

The primary goal of a scout is not to fight, but to deliver back the detected information in a timely manner. If a scout is said to be extremely brave, he can defeat several or even dozens of people, but he dies in front of the battle, failing to let his own army win the battle. Knowing the enemy's movements, such scouts are actually useless.

   "Little Saburo! How are you?" Uncle Wang yelled at the scout who had fallen from the horse on the other side, and was about to pat the horse over to check.

   "Don't! Don't come here!" Sanlang yelled strenuously from the horse's belly, "I can't do it, I can't go! Uncle Wang, go away! I'll cut off the queen for you!"

Sanlang's war horse was hit by an arrow in the neck, lying on the ground dying, and Sanlang broke his leg when he fell, the calf of his left leg was bent and deformed, and the calf bone pierced through the flesh, revealing a thick white part, blood for a while It gushed out like a spring, already dyeing a large area of ​​the ground red.

   "Brother Sanlang!" A scout cried out sadly.

   "..." Uncle Wang took one last look at Saburo lying sideways on the horse's belly, turned his face away, his muscles trembled a few times, "Let's go!"

Seeing that the scouts of the Han army had escaped, the four eagle shooters had no intention of chasing them. It was their duty to intercept and expel each other and isolate detection. Of course, being able to capture the head of the Han army was naturally a merit, so these The Condor Shooter slowly touched Saburo who fell on the ground...

Sanlang struggled to lean on the war horse, because he had suffered severe blood loss, his arm was a little weak, so he could only use the other intact foot to step on the back of the bow, and silently used the remaining strength to slowly draw the hard bow, When the eagle shooter of the Xiongnu got closer, he straightened his legs suddenly, lifted the bow out of the horse's body, and shot the arrow out with a bang!

  Because they were so close, it was too late to dodge when they heard the sound of the bowstring. A eagle shooter was shot with an arrow, and the long arrow pierced straight into his chest with a "poof" sound!

"Ok…"

Saburo no longer had the strength to shoot the second arrow. Although he saw the revenge arrows shot by the remaining three eagle shooters, he did not dodge, but closed his eyes slowly, with a sense of satisfaction. look, murmured: "...It's not a loss..."

  ………………

   Today's weather is extremely sunny, but there is no warmth in the shaded mountains, only the coldness of gold and iron horses.

  The barbarians in fur hats, like scarabs gushing out of the cracks in the rocks, are black and gray, surrounding the fortress on the Yinshan Manyi Valley, making people irritated, disgusted and at the same time bringing fear.

As more and more cavalrymen gathered, the sound of horseshoes kicking on the ground became louder and louder, which seemed to cause the whole ground to tremble slightly. vibrate.

Above the camp, every soldier could clearly feel this, even if they were holding on to the wall, they could feel the slightest trembling transmitted to their bodies, the numb feeling spread from the palms to the shoulders, and to the soles of the feet. The vibrations coming up gathered together, rushing to the heart, rushing to the head, turning into waves of chills, making the faces of the guards stationed here a little pale.

  But Xu Huang is at ease, not only not afraid, but also a little excited, of course more doubts...

   "Brother Wen He," Xu Huang and Jia Xu seem to be getting closer to each other now after the initial break-in, "...But I don't understand...Why do these thieves think they are sure to win?"

   This is something Xu Huang can't understand. Why, do you think these soldiers are not enough for you? Still feel like a stupid person, why would you choose to attack yourself?

  The Hu people will not talk about it. Whether the Xianbei people want to avenge or take back Yinshan, there is always a reason, but why do these Black Mountain troops dare to turn back suddenly?

   Jia Xu smiled slightly, glanced at Xu Huang, and said, "It's not your fault."

  Paused for a while, Jia Xu said: "The black mountain bandits are short-sighted and self-righteous. It is not surprising to have such a judgment...Gong Ming urges the migrant workers every day, and the soldiers are naturally less than drilled. It is undoubtedly a flaw to fall into the eyes of these bandits..."

  Xu Huang frowned, as if he wanted to say something, but finally nodded.

Naturally, there will be drills, but it is true that they do not happen every day. After all, on the one hand, these soldiers have also been on the battlefield, and on the other hand, the camp is obviously more important. Physical strength has a certain limit, so it is naturally impossible to focus all on training.

"...The Black Mountain bandits judge others by themselves," Jia Xu kept Xu Huang's expression in his eyes, and continued to explain, "I heard that the Black Mountain bandits are said to have millions of people, and the number of soldiers is one hundred thousand, so how can they divide this area into two? Thousands of people see it? Even if there is a wall here, but there are also Xianbei attacks, and they can reap the benefits, why not do it?"

   "A mere 2,000 people?" Xu Huang raised his head and laughed, with a hint of anger flashing across his face.

  Being underestimated by the black mountain bandits, how can Xu Huang not be angry?

But the reality is like this. There are too many people in this world who are used to being self-centered and measuring everything around them by their own standards. For the Montenegrin Army, they are used to fighting in crowds, and they are used to measuring the victory or defeat by the number of people. , I am used to the level of fighting with surrounding counties and counties before, so how can I change the original inertia here in Yinshan?

Since Emperor Han Ling, the Black Mountain Army has been the target that the imperial court has always wanted to destroy, but it is true that there are not many troops that can fight, and money and food cannot support it, so it is impossible to mobilize the army. They can only order the Black Mountain area, the Hanoi East Shangdang Zhongshan area The county soldiers carried out encirclement and suppression.

For ordinary county soldiers, it is good if they are standing soldiers. If they are civilians who come to serve, they are actually no different from the Black Mountain Army. After the decline, they retreated into the mountains, and then these county soldiers did not dare to enter the mountains rashly, so basically these surrounding county soldiers have not completely won the frontal battle. How much awe and fear is normal.

  What are county soldiers? If you take off that armor, maybe you are not as good as yourself!

At first, it was just to cheer up his subordinates, but after talking too much, the leaders of the Black Mountain Army believed it a little bit. In addition, they did not suffer any losses in these years. The most tragic thing recently is that the Bairao Department was defeated by Cao Cao. Once, so the Black Mountain Army thought that their strength was very good compared with the surrounding counties, as long as they didn't mess with Cao Cao.

  Actually, this is also part of the reason why Jia Xu insisted on letting the Black Mountain Army go.

  In addition to what Xu Huang said, Jia Xu naturally has deeper considerations.

But looking at Xu Huang's appearance, Jia Xu knew that those few words just now had aroused Xu Huang's dissatisfaction, so he didn't continue to say anything, but put his hands in his sleeves and smiled. stand aside.

   "Come here!" Xu Huang looked at the Xianbei Xiongnu coalition army approaching from the north, turned his head away in disdain, and shouted loudly, "Bring the Xianbei slaves to the wall of the village, and come forward with swords and axes! Sacrifice the flag!"

   Approaching slowly is nothing more than giving the defenders continuous psychological pressure, and then letting the defenders expose some flaws in the face of such gradually increasing pressure, and then expand and use it...

  A row of strong soldiers with sharp axes stood on the edge of the camp wall. It’s not that Xu Huang uses an axe, he likes to use an ax soldier, but a war knife cuts bones, and it will still crack if it is cut too much, so generally speaking, if you want to chop people’s heads and sacrifice flags on a large scale like now, they usually choose to use an axe .

Teams of former Xianbei captive slaves were taken to the wall of the village. These Xianbei slaves had been cut off from food supply for two or three days, and all of them were so hungry that their hands and feet were weak. They knew what their next fate was, but Powerless to resist.

Standing on the wall of the camp, Xu Huang's bright red cloak fluttered in the wind. He looked around at the surrounding soldiers and said loudly, "This is Yinshan Mountain! It is the frontier of China, which is 90,000 miles away! Qin generals, guards, marquises and Han generals, the place where iron armor is bloody! Here is the blood of our ancestors, and here are the heroic spirits who have died!"

"Everyone here, most of them are veterans of Bingzhou. Dare to ask who has no pain of Hu Yi's family destruction, who has no resentment of Hu Yi's blood?! Today, the ancestors walk with us, and the heroic spirits stand shoulder to shoulder with us! Hu Yi wants to go from now on. However, you have to ask us whether our swords and guns are good or bad!"

  Xu Huang took a breath and shouted: "Let Hu Yi know that anyone who touches the Han land will be punished!"

   "Execution! Sacrifice the flag with blood!"

  The soldiers kicked Xianbeinu over, and then the knife and ax hand on the side chopped off with an axe. Xianbeinu's head is like a ripe fruit in autumn, it left the branch under the action of external force and fell under the wall of the Yinshan camp...

  (end of this chapter)