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- Chapter 120 Dramatic Change 8
Whizzing!
The arrows from the officers and soldiers rained down from the mountains, quickly extinguishing the fire in the hearts of the Pheasant warriors, leaving them with only fear and helplessness.
The men of the Pheasant Tribe are born warriors. They are not afraid of cold, hardship and death. They are perseverant and bloodthirsty, but they have never experienced this kind of attack. The officers and soldiers were condescending and drove back the Pheasant warriors time and time again.
Noah stood on a high hill, reluctantly summoning his clansmen, leaving behind the corpses of his compatriots. His eyes became cold and somewhat sad.
With wild nature stirring in his bones, Noah never paid attention to the army, but that was just a war for warriors on horseback. Now they abandon their horses and fight on foot and attack Gaofu. The different form of war is completely based on their own shortcomings. The strength of attacking the enemy.
The officers and soldiers changed their previous combat methods, and with the cooperation of the Tibetan allies, they worked step by step, building forts along the dangerous passes, advancing layer by layer, and advancing towards the core area of ??the Pheasant tribe. There were government-initiated attacks everywhere within a hundred miles. The people are strong.
Noah watched helplessly as the situation became increasingly unfavorable. He could not persuade his adoptive father to give up the land where his ancestors had lived and jump to a wider world north of Hengshan.
"Noa, it's not good. We have captured a fortress. The clan leader ordered us to go and meet up." A messenger flew over on horseback from afar, bringing the latest news.
"Damn, this is good news!" Noah's face changed slightly, he waved his riding crop and whipped the messenger off his horse.
"Yes!" The messenger's face immediately became red and swollen. He got up from the ground and stood aside.
This messenger is a confidant of Noah. He only sided with Noah because of the dispute between Li Qimi and Noah. He instinctively regarded any news that was good for Li Qimi as bad news for Noah.
The defense line of the government and army was not tight. Although they were outnumbered, and the Tibetan and Han coalition forces plus some rural warriors had more than 10,000 troops, there were always areas where they were not well taken care of in the mountains and deep ravines.
Li Qimi was lucky. He found a weak spot in the army and cleanly tore through the army's defense line. He crossed the Puchuan River, like a hungry wolf with its fangs spread out, choosing and devouring anyone.
When Noah arrived, Li Qimi was stepping on the corpses of the officers and soldiers, with a smile on his face, bragging about how brave he was to his father, Li Wanquan, the patriarch. He looked provocatively at Noah, who came empty-handed, and the meaning of his eyes was self-explanatory.
"Brother, congratulations!" Noah congratulated him in a polite manner.
"Humph!" Li Qimi snorted coldly, barely responding.
"Noah, you came just in time. What do you think our next step should be?" Li Wanquan asked. He also had a smile on his old face, which looked like wrinkles on his face as crisscrossed by hills and valleys as the desolate land beneath his feet.
Noah¡¯s adoptive father was obviously a little dissatisfied with him recently. He didn¡¯t want to make his adoptive father unhappy again, so he tentatively said:
"Brother Qi Buri has grown up, and this time he launched another major attack, which has dampened the arrogance of the army and greatly increased the prestige of our people. Brother Qi Buri must have a follow-up plan!"
Li Qimi thought that Noah had given in, and felt happy, so he blurted out:
"I see that the officers and soldiers seem to have more people and strength, and they are mainly infantry. In fact, they have to set up defenses everywhere in this hundred-mile radius. No matter where the officers and soldiers are divided, I only go to one place! This place is occupied by us. If we attack, the army will definitely mobilize troops from nearby areas, and then the defense elsewhere will be empty. We might as well break them one by one! As long as we attack a few more places, the army will not dare to besiege us like this anymore. By then , once our horses start running, one of our warriors can be as good as ten!"
Li Qimi is full of confidence and his analysis is clear and logical. Li Wanquan looked at his son with joy and nodded repeatedly. He did not forget to ask Noah for his opinion:
"Noah, what do you think?"
? Looking secretly at Li Wanquan¡¯s happy facial expression, Noah knew he should say this:
"Returning to my adoptive father, I agree with the idea of ??begging to bury my brother.''
After a pause, he added: "However, foster father, we still need to be careful. After all, our number is too small. The old camp is full of old people, children, and women. We cannot afford to lose."
"Noah, you are destroying your own prestige by letting others have ambitions!" Li Qimi said disdainfully, "The officers and soldiers have always been cowardly, as long as we give them a few more blows, they will give up. If we are too cautious, we will let the officers and soldiers Thought we were scared.¡±
Noah was speechless, feeling something was wrong in his heart. He had met Han Yi once not long ago, and had heard about Han Yi's various deeds after coming to the foot of Hengshan Mountain. He always felt that Han Yi had a unique temperament, which was difficult to describe with his poor vocabulary. .
Li Qimi thought he had completely suppressed Noah¡¯s limelight, so he askedHe asked his father for orders:
"Father, please send me a thousand soldiers. I will not let you down!"
"I grant your request to bury my son. Don't let me down. The future of our Pheasant tribe needs you to rule. Let all the tribesmen see your bravery and wisdom!" Li Wanquan nodded in agreement.
His father¡¯s hints and encouragement made Li Qimi¡¯s face turn red with excitement.
Qingfeng Village was originally an unnamed hilltop. It had a hilltop as the commanding height, and the city wall snaked down both sides of the steep slope and ended at the river below the slope. The total length was no more than a hundred steps.
There is a grain road at the foot of the mountain. A large amount of military rations are continuously transported to other places every day. However, because it is slightly behind and there are heavy troops on the front and flanks, there is only a team of 20 officers and soldiers stationed here!
As for the name "Qingfeng", it is said that it was named by the deputy commander Han Yi himself - naming each fort, village and pass also takes a lot of brain cells, maybe it is just the unintentional work of a certain scribe in the army.
Standing on the commanding heights of this village, there is absolutely no comfort like the "fresh breeze" blowing on your face. The wind in this season is still like a knife rushing into people's arms, making it difficult to resist.
To say that it is a stockade is just a simple restoration on the basis of the remaining ancient stockade wall ruins. It can only be used for low-intensity defense from a high position, but is not suitable for long-term garrisoning. The all-pervasive cold wind alone also makes the garrison A group of sergeants here suffered a lot. Perhaps in the mind of the commander-in-chief, this village is just a temporary stronghold.
"Ding Tou'er, you can't survive this life." A dark-faced man from northern Shaanxi shouted.
A group of people were hiding under the wall, huddled in a ball. There was not even a shack here. Their superiors ordered them not to light fires, lest the smoke would attract enemies, and that fireworks could only be used to call the police.
Therefore, what this group of soldiers basically eat is the steamed buns sent by Minzhuang. In order to ensure the supply and save trouble, the superiors always send seven days of rations at a time. The steamed buns are frozen into ice cubes. As for drinking, they basically Chew the ice in the river at the foot of the mountain.
"Yes, Ding Tou'er, let's make a fire!"
"Let's make a fire. Even though we can't see an enemy here once, don't we make a fire? Don't the native Tibetan people know that there are still a few leaders here?"
The soldiers all shouted.
Captain Ding, who is called the leader, is staring cautiously into the distance on the crenel. He is a local Orion and is only 20 years old. He used to be a ruthless character when he was a commoner. He was not very popular with the locals, but once the situation comes. Called into the army, Ding Tou'er took to the task like a fish in water. He convinced the crowd with his gun and stick skills and riding and shooting skills. He only had to glare at him to make even the most slippery sergeants under him dare not say "no".
Ding Tou'er thought for a moment, kicked the black-faced sergeant next to him who was the first to boo, and cursed:
"Old Hei, go pick up some firewood and remember to make sure it is dry. If the wet firewood ignites and emits black smoke, I will kill you and make you into bacon!"
"Hey, God has eyes, Mr. Ding has mercy!"
The sergeants under his command cheered when they heard this. Everyone gathered firewood with high flames. Because they used dry firewood and there was very little smoke, they did not worry about attracting enemies or falsely reporting their situation.
"It's still comfortable to sit around the firewood, even if it's a gold mountain, I won't change it." Lao Hei sighed while rubbing his hands. His words immediately aroused the rebuttal of others:
"Just daydream, let's return the gold mountain! This time the army is ordered to be a public soldier. If we can get some hard-earned money in exchange for it, it will be regarded as not being a soldier in vain!"
"Don't tell me, I think this time is really different. I, Lao Hei, have lived in Huan County for thirty years. I am a native of the country. Ever since Zhe Linggong and Han Hou were sent by the Emperor Long Live, our people have finally lived a better life. God's eyes are open to the way people live! Do you think Duke Zhe Ling is easy to deal with? He strictly enforces rewards and punishments, and treats soldiers like sons! Marquis of Han, he is a capable person. How many bastard governors are under his control? I'm like a chicken in front of you, who dares to dissatisfy? It's worth fighting under the command of such a person! I guess the Pheasant Tribe will be in trouble this time!" Lao Hei pinched his fingers and said again, "Zhegong soldiers, we go out to reward them. One road, just enough for me to pay off my drinking debt. If I make a meritorious service this time and kill all the Pheasant tribe members, I will definitely get ten guan coins, right? Why do you think the heads of the pheasant tribe members are worth ten guan coins? Shuai Mansion Too stingy!"
"Old Hei, you're dreaming again. You're sitting here drinking in the northwest wind, and it's frozen to ice. How can there be any battle or meritorious service?" The soldiers laughed together.
Ding Touer turned around and said:
"You guys, don't make fun of Lao Hei. Being a soldier is not just a matter of dawdling. The future is right in front of you. It depends on whether you are willing to work hard."
"Tch, Boss Ding, we are destined to be the leading soldiers, how can we have any future?"
"Okay, let's not talk about the future, let's talk about the rewards. This time around the pheasant clan is surrounded and suppressed. We have no credit but hard work. Commander Zhe and Han will always give out some rewards. Brothers, please work well under me. , listen to my orders whenever anything happens, and I will never take advantage of your hard work! If I encounter an enemy, and whoever holds me back or peees his pants in fear, I will not be blamed for my lack of loyalty!" Ding Tou'er! He laughed and cursed.
He suddenly thought that the Marquis of Han, like himself, once chased wild beasts in the mountains and fields. When he was twenty years old, he was just a small soldier, but the Marquis of Han had already become a marquis and worshiped the Prime Minister.
"That's right!" Everyone said in unison, patting their chests, but in their hearts they didn't think there would be a chance to go into battle or even make meritorious deeds.
"Old Hei, it's your turn to look out, don't let me see you being lazy again!" Ding Tou'er ordered, kicking and scolding a few soldiers to take over for the others.
"Yes!" Lao Hei patted the dust on his butt and stood up.
Ding Tou'er sat down in Lao Hei's original position, warming himself by the fire. The warmth made his frozen face regain some vitality. He was also secretly cursing the boss who "assigned" him here.
Ding Tou'er was thinking about his future when Lao Hei suddenly left and came back again, running over in a panic and shouting loudly as he ran:
"Ding Tou'er, it's not good, it's not good! It seems we are in luck!"
Ding Tou'er's expression changed. Without his instructions, all the sergeants around him immediately grasped their weapons with serious faces. These soldiers usually have no formal appearance. They laugh together and like to gamble and play with money. At critical moments, they also It shows some of the "elite" qualities that came from Ruan Taopian.
Five Tibetan knights appeared on the narrow path under the mound.
Ding Touer ordered his men to hide under the wall, and stood on the wall alone. He whistled loudly and cursed in native dialect.
The Fan knights stopped immediately. They seemed to be surprised by Ding Tou'er's provocation. When they heard Ding Tou'er's wanton abuse, they screamed angrily.
"Kill him!" The Tibetan people abandoned their horses and climbed up the mountain on foot without even thinking.
Without tools, it is impossible to climb the wall. The Tibetan warrior raised his head, raised his arrow and shot upward.
Suddenly, a dozen vigorous figures appeared on the wall, a dozen horned bows were pointed like the full moon, and a dozen arrows shot down angrily. This group of officers and soldiers in Qingfeng Village happens to be mostly composed of nearby hunters. Although they are not expert archers, they are all good ones.
The careless Tibetan people undoubtedly became live targets. Four of the five Tibetan people were immediately hit by arrows and fell down, while the other who was walking behind lost his footing and fell down. Ding Tou'er had no time to sigh, and saw that the only survivor did not fall to death, but stumbled towards his mount.
Ding Tou'er jumped down and slid down the slope, as fast and vigorous as those goats that are good at nibbling on the steep cliffs. His subordinates stared at Ding Tou'er in stunned silence, thinking that he had gone crazy.
In the blink of an eye, Ding Tou'er has descended to the foot of the mountain safely.
"I let you run away, and I risk my life!"
Ding Touer drew his bow and fired furiously, aiming directly at the Fan man's back.
ah!
The black arrow feathers penetrated the chest and back, and the Tibetan man seemed to have been hit by a heavy hammer. His upper body suddenly fell forward, and he fell off the horse. He immediately fell to the ground and died. The horse lost its master and ran wildly. Walk.
"Haha, we seem to have accomplished something!" Lao Hei cheered.
"Old Hei, before the Pheasant Tribe reacts, you mount the enemy's war horse and report to Duke Zheling that we have encountered a Pheasant Tribe scout in Qingfeng Village. I suspect that the Pheasant Tribe will attack in large numbers." Ding Tou Er Ming said.
"But since I'm gone, there will be fewer manpower here." The old gangster said.
"Bullshit, with just one more of you, can we withstand thousands of troops?" Ding Tou'er scolded, "If the Pheasant Men really come to attack in large numbers, all we can do is shoot arrows and run for our lives! If we all die, I won¡¯t be able to enjoy the merit of killing these five enemies.¡±
"Then I'm going to report the news. Brothers, please take care! If you unfortunately die in the war, don't worry. I, Lao Hei, will be your son and fulfill my filial piety, but the credit for your efforts will go to me!" Upon seeing this, Lao Hei had no choice but to He jumped on his horse and galloped away.
"Fuck!" The sergeants yelled at Lao Hei's back.
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