: The Battle ()

Zhuo Bufan turned around and slowly walked towards the north wall where the city gate tower was located near the inner city. There were nearly a thousand archers densely arranged, all of whom were afraid of death and loved archery. Each of them had a shield hand squatting there, and used shields to form the moving walls of the inner city.

After he turned around, there was a burst of rapid horse hooves in the direction of the Tartars behind him. It was not as dull as the pressure of the brigade's rushing forward just now, but it was as firm and decisive as before.

Without looking back, Zhuo Bufan whispered to the Heavenly King who was commanding the team here: "If you pass the message on, you are not allowed to let go of one person or one horse!"

Amid the rapid whisper, Zhuo Bufan's orders were quickly passed to both sides, and Wu Sijian couldn't help but sigh as if he was looking at his back. Who would have thought that this young man with noble birth and appearance was so calm and sophisticated when facing a strong enemy, just like a victorious general who had been fighting for many years, which was incredible. He had the spirit of a general at a young age. Oh my God, after a few years of training and appropriate luck, the general was not a dream, and the son of the left prime minister was afraid that he would not have the chance or luck? It seems that he was right.

The sound of horse hooves outside the city gradually approached. Suddenly, a crazy whistle sounded, and the sound of horse hooves suddenly became rapid, attracting Zhuo Bufan's attention.

It's just a team of 100 people, a steep grassland horse, and a crazy expression. It's just a team of 100 people, but it seems to have the momentum of thousands of troops. The difference is that it's a little more tragic. Because, including the charger himself, it knows that this is a pawn of temptation, with a strong suicide color.

The best way to deal with the empty city plan is to abandon the soldiers.

There is no need to talk about the role of abandoning the soldiers. Their way of completing the situation is to use their lives to feedback the situation in the city to the decision makers. Of course, if there is one person who can come out alive, the result of the completion of this task can be described as perfect.

The crouching black giant beast opened its shiny mouth, as if it was smiling grimly, but this could not stop the crazy grassland cavalry. It seemed that in just a moment, the entire hundred-man team disappeared into the bright mouth.

The yellow-robed general was far away and could not hear the movement in the city. The battlefield was silent. Even the horse seemed to stop restless. Everyone outside the city was waiting quietly, waiting for possible chaotic fights or return to the same tribe.

I don’t know how long it took, but it seemed that the unchanged dark beast in ancient times even made people outside the city have an illusion that, did one of our 100-man team rush in just now?

No one answered, only the night wind blew, it was late autumn, with a hint of bleak chill.

Finally, the yellow robe sitting quietly on the horse would breathe slowly and a proud smile appeared on the corner of her tight mouth, and she turned around and pulled her horse to walk backwards.

"Wow", Zhuo Bufan suddenly spitted on Xiaobai's delicate little boots.

"What's wrong with you?" Bai Bing was shocked and did not notice the natural changes in his name for Zhuo Bufan.

Zhuo Bufan could not answer, his stomach was severely cramped and uncomfortable. What led to him was the rich bloody smell and shocking bloody blur under the city tower.

At that time, there were still people who could stand up in the first round of shooting, followed by continuous free shooting. In just a few breaths, each archer shot as many as five arrows. These people were not strong but their shooting skills were good, and the distance was close. Even if they started to escape, they would be even more difficult to turn around and grab the door. Nearly 100 arrows were nailed to one hundred horses, and the result was imagined.

Every person and every horse have been penetrated by many holes, and only dense white arrow feathers can be seen. The corpses of people and horses are piled up in a mess, and blood is surging. Even the soil ground cannot absorb such a large amount of blood quickly. Outside the pile of corpses, the thick blood stains extend three or five steps away. Some horses are dead, but their pierced abdomen flows out of their internal organs and are still squirming in life.

"Wow", this is a close observation, the details are all in front of you, and the sense of smell is hateful and sensitive. Zhuo Bufan took a look and then spitted out with the wall. Behind him was a hand rubbing his back, but he couldn't care who it was. The one hundred lives that disappeared in front of him instantly, no, two hundred lives, but just a command disappeared. The pleasure of controlling the overall situation and another less comfortable feeling made him unable to tell whether it was happiness or pain at this time.

Wu Sijian shook his head not far behind him, obviously he had never killed anyone and had never seen a bloody reaction on the battlefield. From another perspective, this kid actually killed someone for the first time and went to the battlefield for the first time. He was absolutely a genius, and the general didn't run away.

"Wow", suddenly, the Zhuo family army beside Zhuo Bufan vomited one after another. The vomiting was like an infectious disease and spread quickly. Even the Zhuo family army who did not participate in the war on the other three walls also had a large number of soldiers who began to vomit. For a moment, the flying down three thousand feet, and the scene was quite spectacular.

Wu Sijian wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. Damn, the general who has never killed anyone and the soldier who has never seen blood are really a perfect match.

Finally, Zhuo Bufan, who was unable to vomit, raised his waist and said it was strange. After this vomiting, he looked at the bloody and bloody under the city, so he was not so uncomfortable. People said that they were used to vomiting, and it still makes sense.

Turning back, he glanced at Bai Bing gratefully, and Zhuo Bufan ordered: "Leave a small team in each battalion to guard the rest, and rest on the spot."

After the initial disgust, it was the pleasure of killing the enemy. The soldiers rested on the spot to recover their physical strength, but were very excited. They whispered and talked to each other and exchanged their experiences and experiences of killing. It would be great if every battle could be solved so easily.

The famous man Wu Sijian brought hot tea, made up tables and chairs, and sat on the top of the city for a while with Zhuo Bufan, Bai Bing and others.

The Tartar camp in the distance seemed to have never sent this hundred-man team, extremely quiet.

Zhuo Bufan has completed all preparations. It can be said that he is doing nothing but waiting for the possible war to come, or the Tartars retreat, but this possibility is very small. Several generals sat in a comfortable high-backed wooden chair drinking tea, but no one spoke. Zhuo Bufan sneaked at everyone, Wu Sijian sat upright and looked at the Tartar camp. I don’t know what they were thinking. Bai Bing held her sword and lowered his head to ponder. Zhou Tong, who returned to him, was the most comfortable. He actually leaned on the chair and fell asleep with his arms around him. It seemed that he was too tired of using his skills.

This ancient world always gives me a very familiar and unfamiliar feeling. I don’t know when in ancient times, how did I feel this familiar feeling? But after careful consideration and no idea, Zhuo Bufan began to think about what he should do in the future.

There is no worries about wealth and glory in this life, but from the unexpected danger of going to fight for soy sauce, there is one of the biggest problems to solve, your own safety problem. This is an ancient time when swords and swords come and go. Yes, there are primitive firearms, and there are no laws and technologies in modern society to limit people's behavior. Transportation depends on fast horses, roads are also sparse, and the population is not so dense. Killing a person is really not a big deal. At most, you can't even find out who killed it, and you may not be able to catch it if you find it out.

Thinking of this, Zhuo Bufan weighed his sword. It was so heavy. His body had no martial arts skills, and he probably couldn't even beat Bai Bing.

Grandma, there are some people with high martial arts skills in this world, and they can climb over walls and houses. But I have never heard of any master who can fight against a hundred, let alone ghost fox and gods. I am depressed. If you can have these powerful characters, you can also find a way to be a master, half-immortal, or something, which will be much safer.

Of course, there is no possibility for this now, so you can only create a safe environment for yourself first. Well, my own family army needs to be built, and then a guard, hehe, it’s okay to find some kung fu, and then use the Internet to design something awesome. Who can touch me? Well, that’s all done first.

Anyway, they could not sleep under the nervous stimulation of fierce battles. They were just thinking about it, and everyone sat silently until the sky turned white.

"Woo", a long horn sound came. As soon as dawn, the Tartars opposite finally made movement.

In the faint morning light, the Tartars on the opposite side were nervously dispatching, and they were so dark that they couldn't see clearly.

"All be on guard!" Several adjutants shouted on Zhuo Bufan's side, reminding everyone to enter their positions, prepare their weapons, and widen their eyes.

Without anyone reminding me, everyone knows that the war is finally coming.

The light was unstoppable, the city gate towers, the thick city walls, and the surging Tartars formations in the distance were all coated with brilliant morning light, and the sword armor shone brightly, shattering the tenderness brought by the morning light.

Zhuo Bufan looked into the distance, and the Tartars formation was crowded with people, all of them were cavalry, and the dozen "Thunder Gods" were actually thrown aside. Obviously, the Tartars' tactics were still simple and direct, because they really didn't have many choices.

"A team of ten thousand people has a very strong combat power," Wu Sijian said in a low voice. He naturally understood that he had been fighting with the Tartars for many years. "Even in the Tartars, there are not many such elite 10,000 cavalry brigades. Generally, they are directly controlled by the royal family, and mobilizing the Khan's military orders also requires the Khan's order. It seems that they have really invested a lot this time."

"Very awesome?"

Wu Sijian did not answer directly: "In that war nearly twenty years ago, the Tartars defeated our Dahua 400,000 army with such 50,000 cavalry."

Zhuo Bufan's expression became serious. Even as the son of the left prime minister, he knew very little about this kind of military secret. If this were the case, it would be really not easy to deal with these ten thousand Tartar cavalry. Even if he fell into his own trap, his side would probably have to pay a considerable price.

Looking back at his four thousand Zhuo family troops, looking at their young faces, and with the tense or excited expression due to the atmosphere of the war, Zhuo Bufan said in his heart.
Chapter completed!