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Volume 1: The Young Eagle Spreads Its Wings Chapter 514: Pretending to be a Persian

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    (Thanks to the SEE Alliance for the generous rewards and monthly tickets. This book has persisted because of your support. Thanks to Ziyue, Fuxin and the anonymous monthly tickets and rewards, allowing us to go all the way!) The cold wind is howling.  Blowing through the pass, in the February season, the cold currents of the northern continent took the initiative. They roared and vented their remaining full strength, and then merged into the vast Indian Ocean, becoming an uncertain place in the ocean.  hurricane storm.  On the left side of Solomon Pass, there is a gentle slope. On the lower left side of the slope is a depression with an angle of only about 30 degrees. From a distance, it doesn¡¯t look like anything special, but if you get closer and look carefully, you will find that  There is actually a cave in the depression. A huge rock covers a large area, and underneath it, due to the erosion of rain and weathering, an empty half-mountain cave gradually appears.  Qiu Lijin was very lucky. Because of Han Xin's support, he was given the task of attacking the pass again. This time, he decided to avoid the truth and use this depression to make some fuss. ???????????????????? Strategy.  It is the most important means to defeat your opponent.  After following Han Xin for a while, the Wuhuan people, who had a straightforward temperament, finally learned to use other methods to fight.  Troops are hidden in depressions.  This was the plan that Qiu Lijin and his men had thought hard about. However, the area of ????the cave was too small. Even if it was crowded, it could only hide more than ten people. If they wanted to launch a battle to seize the pass with this small force,  It was simply impossible, so the Wuhuan people decided to use the cover of night to dig the cave deeper, so that at least they could hide more than a hundred people.  Digging trenches in winter.  The extremely hard rock and hard soil made Qiu Lijin regret it from the beginning. There was always a big gap between his imagination and reality, and the Wuhuan people who lacked scientific and technological knowledge were helpless.  Fortunately, at this time, Li Yuan sent Jia Yi to the front army. After hearing about Qiu Lijin's difficulties, the Chinese army's engineering unit, which was affiliated to the Qin State Army, sent over special iron excavation tools.  This kind of sharp iron tool was originally used for plowing the land in winter. Unexpectedly, this time, it would be useful on the battlefield.  The weather in late February.  It is unpredictable. Mount Suleiman is at the intersection of oceanic climate and continental climate. The wind force at the pass reaches level 6 or 7 at night. The sound of the wind is tightened at the pass, like a hoarse voice.  The woman with a broken throat was in a helpless state of "shenyin".  The Xunjia soldiers on patrol shrank back.  They hid in the leeward place as much as possible, and they would not think about it. Just under their noses, a group of field rats were digging holes little by little, and then transported the troops from the foot of the mountain up in batches. This way  The move was slow.  It also seemed stupid, because as long as the soldiers above leaned out half of their bodies, they could detect the movement in the depression.  The first night passed when the bowstring held by Qiu Lijin's hands was about to go numb. Although he was past his prime, Qiu Lijin's eyes and shooting skills were still extremely accurate.  The eagle of the prairie.  Even at the last moment of his life, Qiulijin would not stop flapping his wings. He only hoped that the feat of this expedition to the south would give his people a chance to survive.  ¡ª¡ª.  The eastern foot of Suleiman Mountain.  The green grass in early spring gradually sprouts from the hard soil. When the dry season is about to pass, a few light rains after the intersection of cold and warm air currents make the mountains begin to regain their vitality.  It is already twenty-five kilometers away from Solomon Pass.  It is an unnamed tributary of the Indus River. Due to the sparse forest vegetation on Mount Suleiman, this stream is intermittent and has become a seasonal river. During the dry season, the river bed becomes a passage for traffic.  During the rainy season.  Then it turned into a roaring river.  On one side of the river valley.  A team that looked like refugees was marching southward along the river valley. This team was none other than Feng Tang and his more than 2,000 elite men.  After two days of openly circling in front of the Indian defenders at Solomon Pass, Feng Tang predicted that the defenders would not move out again.  Immediately, he ordered to change his armor, put on the Persian's large robes, pretend to be a group of Persian rebels, and march towards the hinterland of the former Mauryan Dynasty.  "Mudor, where are your people now?" Feng Tang, who seemed to be just avoiding direct sunlight, covered his face with a long scarf, leaving only a pair of eyeballs, plus more than a year of fighting in the Western Regions.  , which makes him look no different from Persians, Daxia people, and Kangju people at a glance.  "General, my people have arrived near Daro. There is an elephant regiment and two infantry regiments of the Sunga people there, about 5,000 people. However, their defenses are very lax and they don't seem to care about our sudden appearance.  ! "Persian surrendered General Mudor recently,"He looked quite proud of himself.  His team sneaked into the Sindh area in the middle reaches of the Indus River, Daro and the lower reaches, pretending to be Rustam's broken troops, and ruthlessly looted several villages. The Sunga people were quite angry at their banditry, but they  There was nothing I could do for a while.  Rustam not only played a great role in the assassination of Jucha by Pushyami Tuo and his friends, but also, as the Qin army approached, the Sunga people felt more and more pressure.  At this time, they desperately hope to have an ally who can fight alongside them.  Originally, the most suitable allies of the Sunga people should be the Baichen people and the Andaro people in the Deccan Plateau, not only because these two tribes live south of the Indus River, but also because as the three members of the Mauryan Dynasty,  Great pillars, they share a common desire to fight against foreign enemies.  But now, due to the assassination of the giant chariot, the Sunga people, the Baicheng people, the Andaro people, and the declining Magadha people have become incompatible with each other. It is lucky that they do not fight, let alone fight together.  , Therefore, the Persians, who were originally not on the stage, gained the attention of the Sunga people, and Mudor, a group of fake defeated soldiers, also gained a lot of freedom.  "Daro is an important city behind the Solomon Pass. If we want to cut off the supply of the pass, we must first disturb the guards of Daro City. Mudor, do you dare to sneak into the city, and then kill people and set fire to make trouble for him?  Reply?" Feng Tang thought for a while, with a look of determination on his face.  If there's going to be a big fuss, it's going to be a big one.  Only in this way can the confidence of the Sunga people be shaken and they be forced to relax their support for Solomon Pass. The lax security of Daro City also moved Feng Tang's heart.  "General, what's so difficult about this? We've been in and out of the city many times in the past few days. Those Sunga people only recognize gold coins and don't care who comes in and out of the city?" Mudor said with a proud smile.  Her curly hair was blown back by the wind, revealing a deep scar on her forehead.  "Well, if you perform well in this mission to attack Darrow City, you and your subordinates will be officially allowed to join the Great Qin Army. This is a promise personally made by His Majesty the Shenwu Emperor. How about it? Get excited!" Feng  Tang's calm tone sounded like thunder in Mudor's ears.  "General, is this true?" Mudor asked with eyes wide open in disbelief, a flush rising on his brown face.  Surrender to the Qin State In the past few days, Mudor has been living fearfully under the threat of the Qin army every day. If he did not know much about the power of the Qin State before, this time he followed the Qin Army in the Eastern Expedition to sweep India.  He truly felt the power of this powerful eastern country.  Confronting the Qin State, Rustam, this madman, why didn¡¯t he die early? If it weren¡¯t for his ambition, the Persians would not have fallen to the point where they are now on the verge of genocide.  Fortunately, Mudor recognized the opportunity quickly and surrendered to the Qin army early. Otherwise, if he continued to follow Rustam, he would be killed one day.  While feeling lucky, Mudor also admired the generals of the Qin Army even more, especially after seeing that there were many soldiers of different races in the Qin Army from Judea, Daxia, Parthia and other places. Since other tribes can, then  Persians can also join the Qin army.  After receiving the order from Feng Tang, Mudor did not hesitate and immediately returned to the temporary station of his subordinates. He wanted to tell the good news to his brothers immediately. Mudor couldn't help but be excited, knowing that his team  The defeated troops are, at best, just a tool for the Qin army to use. Once their use value is gone, they are likely to be disbanded.
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