Chapter 709 Xianbei Jingqi
The whistle unique to the battalion of the Colonel Guarding Qiang sounded.
As the command was passed down, the soldiers began to prepare for the battle nervously and orderly.
“How were the casualties last night?”
Feng Yong asked.
Standing beside him, the staff officer who was always ready for orders quickly replied: "Back to the mountain commander, a soldier was injured by an arrow. It is said that a eagle shooter on the opposite side shot a cold arrow."
The consultant responsible for the first-hand data is very responsible.
"Huh?" Feng Yong frowned slightly when he heard this, "Everyone in the army is wearing armor, so why are they still hit by cold arrows?"
He wears short-sleeved iron fish scale armor with short sleeves on top to protect his upper arms.
The main part of the body is longer than the current mainstream armor, and it protects to the waist, increasing the protective area.
At the same time, leather armor was also wrapped on the thighs for enhanced protection.
If two armies are facing each other, even in the face of a rain of arrows, the armored man will have a high probability of surviving, let alone a few cold arrows?
"Last night, the Hu people suddenly feigned an attack with great momentum, and our number was too small. That battalion was not a battalion on duty, but a temporary one."
The staff officer explained, "So in the rush, many people didn't have time to wear iron armor. However, the soldiers were lined with silk clothes, so it was easy to pull out the arrows, and the wounds were not a big problem."
Feng Yong nodded.
The area from Daxia County to Didao was already considered an area controlled by the Han Dynasty.
What's more, there are still defeated barbarians on the opposite side. No one can imagine that there are still people who dare to come and stroke the tiger's beard.
After all, soldiers cannot just sleep in their iron armor when they have nothing to do.
It was the staff officer’s words that made Feng Yong notice this young man again.
The rising sun shed golden light on him, revealing the unique vitality of a young man.
The young man's face was flushed, and he seemed a little excited and a little nervous.
This touched Feng Yong's heart quite a bit, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered a text: "The Stubborn Little Ghost".
In the red era, I wonder how many such young men stepped onto the battlefield, using their still immature shoulders to hold up the hope of the nation's rise?
Nowadays, these young men who come out of the school are not only the hope they have planted, but also the original fire that allows the big man to change his original trajectory.
Feng Yong walked up to him, squeezed his shoulders, and asked, "Are you wearing all your armor?"
The staff officer also serves as the messenger next to Feng Yong. In order to be light and convenient for running to deliver orders, he usually does not wear iron armor, only leather armor.
And if it comes to the time when even the staff members have to go out to fight in person, it means that the enemy has already rushed in front of Feng Yong.
At that time, it didn’t matter whether it was leather armor or iron armor.
"Back to the mountain, Chang, I put it on last night and haven't taken it off since."
The staff officer answered loudly.
Most of the students in Nanxiang are now devolved to the grassroots level and have become the most basic power organizers.
Only the best students have the opportunity to enter the military staff, and the number is very small.
As the saying goes, those who can become famous ministers and generals in troubled times are always the luckiest, not the most talented.
These staff officers who are students from the academy are not low in talent.
From Feng Yong's point of view, he has changed their original destiny, and it would be best if they could be lucky.
Even if they can't get lucky, they will still be the middle-level backbone of the army in the future, which is not a loss!
“I remember, your surname is Zhang, right?”
“Report to the mountain chief, yes. The student’s name is Zhang Yuan, also known as Muzhi.”
"Zhang Muzhi? Zhang...um, um, does this name sound familiar?"
Feng Yong was stunned and looked at the student who was looking at him enthusiastically. He thought, is this a coincidence? Or is it inevitable?
Thinking of this, he also carefully observed the other person's face. Well, except for a few pimples, there were no pockmarks.
“You have a very good calligraphy. Who gave it to you?”
Zhang Yuan's face was so red that it was almost bleeding, and his body was trembling slightly: "Chief Hui Shan, Mr. Xue Tang gave it to him."
"The student has no words at all. When the teacher learned that the student was selected to be with the mountain chief, he said that the student would make great contributions and be a herdsman for the emperor."
“If there is no word, it will make people laugh, so the students are given the word Muzhi.”
When Feng Yong heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched. You, sir, are really foresighted!
Chief Feng Shan couldn't help but patted his student on the shoulder and encouraged him: "I also believe that you will make great achievements in the future."
“Mu Zhi, Mu Zhi, this word is destined to keep you from being unknown.”
Zhang Muzhi felt as if he had been given a shot of blood when he heard this: "The student will definitely not disappoint the teacher!"
At this time, the barbarians outside the camp also began to make movements, and the sound of cow horns was heard.
"It looks like Feng Langjun is going to fight with the barbarians on the spot?"
“This is a circular formation.”
The person who spoke was a man with an elegant manner. If Xu Miao, the governor of Liangzhou, was here, he could be recognized as the Korean medical worker who treated Hao Zhao.
"The circular formation is heavily defended. Feng Yong knows that we are on the side, so it is normal to be cautious."
The Korean medical worker had a clear look on his face, "At the same time, we can also see his disdain for the Qiang and Hu, and he dared to fight head-on with more than 2,000 Hu soldiers with 300 people."
The defeated troops pursued by Jufu Liu Hun naturally relied on four legs to escape, and two legs could only be used as laborers.
So this group of Hu soldiers gathered by Korean medical workers are all cavalry.
The key defensive direction of the Han army's circular formation was to the north, where the largest number of Hu soldiers gathered.
Hu Bing's move confirmed Feng Yong's idea that the other party wanted to drive him south.
It's just that although this group of Hu soldiers gathered early, they were noisy until the sun was almost rising in the sky, and then they began to charge.
The heavy crossbows fired arrows like rain, and the first batch of Hu riders began to fall after only two hundred steps.
Before they could reach fifty steps, they were killed and dispersed.
The Korean medical worker frowned: "How could the Han army's crossbow array be so powerful?"
Facing Hu Qi’s first charge, Feng Yong didn’t even blink.
There is no fighting spirit to defeat the soldiers. In addition, as the captain of the guardian, he naturally knows some of the characteristics of the Hu people in Liangzhou.
He is brave and not afraid of death, but he cannot stand for too long.
Fighting is all based on one blood, which is exhausted again and again. It is most appropriate to use it all on them.
As long as you can hold on to the first three attacks, they will naturally disperse later on.
Sure enough, the casualties of the first batch of Hu cavalry did not deter them, and the second charge came soon.
At the same time, on both the east and west sides, there were Huqi constantly surrounding them, even throwing arrow feathers continuously.
It's just that at this time, everyone in the 300 tribes was wearing iron armor, and the bows used by the Hu people on horseback were soft bows, which were far inferior to the strong bows and hard crossbows used by the infantry.
Since the Han army was well prepared, as long as no unlucky one was shot in the facade, leg, or arm, it would be basically fine.
A wave of arrows came down, and only a few people were slightly injured.
The Hu Qi on both wings are just a diversion. The real threat is the second wave of frontal charges.
This wave of Hu cavalry was finally able to rush within twenty steps, and the Han troops in the camp tightened their weapons and prepared to fight.
The dozens of Hu riders who were lucky to survive looked at the spears set up by the Han army in the camp. Except for a few upright ones who continued to charge forward, the remaining ones shouted, turned their horses' heads again, and scattered to both sides.
“It’s a pity that there is no Mo Dao team. Otherwise, why would we still be afraid of such nonsense?”
Someone said with a regretful tone.
"You idiot! The Mo Dao team is powerful with at least a thousand people. We only have three hundred people. Even if we have Mo Dao, we don't have the cover of crossbows, spears, swords, and shields. Why don't we let people shoot them into hedgehogs?"
The leader cursed, "Watch the front quickly!"
With the smoke and dust billowing, Hu Qi seemed to be determined to keep this Han army here.
The Korean medical worker's expression became more and more solemn.
This Han army's powerful crossbows were beyond my expectation.
And it can be cocked much faster than an ordinary crossbow.
This unexpected situation caused Hu Qi's losses to be unusually large.
“Lord Wolf, we have too many casualties, we may need to take a rest.”
The elected leader of the barbarians ran over with a very bad expression and said respectfully to the wolf slave standing beside the Korean doctor.
He secretly glanced at the Korean doctor. This mysterious man was said to be the owner of the Wolf Lord and was very capable.
“You charge again.” The Han medical worker said, “This time, we will definitely be able to charge into the Han army’s camp.”
The wolf slave nodded to the leader.
Looking at the hesitant look on the face of the barbarian leader, the Korean medical worker took out three name cards from his arms and handed them to the wolf slave.
"Of these three famous cards, one was given to me by the governor of Liangzhou, one was given to me by General Hao Zhao of Liangzhou, and the third one is mine."
"As long as you can rush into the Han army's camp this time, these three famous cards will be yours."
"I have been kind to General Hao Zhao. When you go to Liangzhou with three name cards, not only will Liangzhou accept you, but you will also be well accommodated."
When the barbarian leader heard this, he looked at the name card in the wolf slave's hand again, swallowed, and finally gritted his teeth: "Okay! I will thank you sir first!"
To the south is the Han army, and to the north is the Wei people.
The Han army cannot be attached, and the Wei people cannot tolerate it.
Without those three famous posts, even if our defeated troops could escape into Liangzhou, they might not have a good life.
Concerning his last retreat, the Hu people finally made a desperate move.
Each leader even sent his own bodyguard to take the lead, driving the Hu soldiers to rush towards the Han army.
Sure enough, the Korean medical worker’s guess was right.
This time the Hu army finally broke into the Han army's camp, and the Han army began to be forced to shrink back.
Feng Yong finally frowned when he saw the situation ahead.
“Shan Chief, there seems to be something wrong with the Hu people, as if they have gone crazy.”
Zhang Muzhi ran back from the front panting, looking nervous: "They probably know that Shan Chang is here. Shan Chang, why don't you make some preparations first?"
“Prepare? What preparation? Prepare to escape?”
Feng Yong smiled calmly, "All the personal guards of the dignified Qiang Protector Colonel will run away in the face of the defeated troops, so what's the point of me being the Qiang Protector Colonel?"
He glanced at Zhang Muzhi and asked, "How many casualties are there?"
"No less than a hundred!" Zhang Muzhi said anxiously: "Chief of the mountain, the situation is urgent!"
Feng Yong shook his head and ordered: "Go and bring me a Hu bed. I want to see if the Hu people have the ability to reach me!"
The east and west wings of the camp also began to rush in.
Bu Qu, who was injured and could not be taken away in time, was suddenly trampled under the iron hoof of Hu Qi.
Seeing this situation, Feng Yong's eyes narrowed slightly.
The crossbowmen all threw away their crossbows, grabbed their swords and guns, and struggled to use the last trench to stop the Hu cavalry.
Zhang Muzhi got closer and closer when he heard the shouts of killing. He turned around and saw this situation, and his face became more and more anxious.
He ignored Feng Yong's instructions and stepped forward to support Feng Yong and prepare to evacuate to the south.
It's just that Feng Yong is tall, and Guan Ji urged him to practice martial arts. At the same time, he also practiced the art of breathing and breathing from the beginning.
Although his martial arts skills in the use of weapons are not very good, when it comes to bare-handed competition, he can actually compete with Guan Ji in a few moves.
What's more, he pays attention to nutrition and exercise, and his strength is much greater than that of ordinary people.
With a wave of his hand, he knocked Zhang Muzhi away and said sternly: "Go! Bring me the bed!"
Zhang Muzhi gritted his teeth, got up and ran to the handsome tent to get the bed.
At the same time, he stood next to Feng Yong, holding the handle of the knife tightly in his hand.
Although the Hu people rushed through the last ditch, they were still driven back by the Han army.
This time the Hu people's desperate charge caused a lot of casualties to the Han army.
After an emergency count, only 200 people were intact or injured and could still fight.
Feng Yong's expression finally became serious.
The performance of this group of Hu people is not only not like a defeated army, but also more resilient than those scattered Hu people who gathered for rebellion, which is very strange.
But this time the fighting seemed to have finally exhausted the patience of the Hu people, and they all began to turn around and head north.
Feng Yonggang was about to breathe a sigh of relief when Zhang Muzhi suddenly screamed: "Chief of the mountain, look to the south!"
Feng Yong was startled and turned his head hurriedly, only to see a black line appearing in the south.
The black line quickly expands.
At the same time, the ground shook again.
Feng Yong stood up and looked far into the distance.
can not see clearly.
Then he reached into his pocket again and took out a monocular telescope worth half a million yuan.
After seeing the person clearly, Feng Yong's face suddenly darkened.
He put down the telescope and breathed out slowly: "Xianbei Hu! It is indeed you!"
This group of Hu cavalry is different from the previous chaotic Qiang and Hu remnant army. They are in neat formation and have unified orders. They are an elite cavalry.
With a sound of dysprosium, the Xianbei Jingqiu stopped six hundred paces in front of the Han camp.
It was completely dark, with no unnecessary noise.
Although the number is not as large as the remnant Qiang and Hu troops that just left, the deterrent effect is much greater.
Jingqi came out of the formation, ran fifty steps in front of the Han camp, and said loudly: "Mr. Han, I have a message to pay homage to Mr. Feng Langjun."
Zhang Muzhi saw Feng Yong's intention to move and was about to stop him, but in the end he kept silent and just followed closely.
Feng Yong showed no fear and walked to the edge of the camp. With a brief gesture, someone came up to take orders, and then quickly passed Feng Yong's words: "Who is Mr. Han?"
The man was heard shouting again: "Feng Langjun and Mr. Han are not what a villain dares to say. Feng Langjun will know after seeing them."
After saying that, he got off his horse, held something high in his hands, knelt down on one knee, and lowered his head to wait.
Step went over, took the thing in his hand, came back quickly, and handed it to Feng Yong.
Feng Yong took it and took a look. He saw simple thunder clouds painted on the edge of the greeting card. The paper was smooth and white.
This paper quality alone cannot be compared to the ordinary mulberry paper mass-produced by Nanxiang.
Unless it is a specially supplied paper, it will be better.
When he opened the greeting card, Feng Tubie said "Holy shit".
What did Nima write?
Over the years, Feng Tubao, who thought he could read the characters of this era fluently, was already feeling angry.
When I saw the words on the greeting card, I felt very angry.
Nima's Lao Tzu finally adapted to Hanli, so do you write me a small 篆? Is it a sense of accomplishment to bully illiterate people?
Is it intentional?
It must be intentional, right?
If you don’t understand the greeting message, you won’t be able to reply.
Feng Yong glanced at Zhang Muzhi beside him, and then gave up.
Forget it, he is not as good as himself!
At least I can still recognize it as Xiaozhuan. The students in the school probably don’t even know what Xiaozhuan is.
Unexpectedly, when Zhang Muzhi saw Feng Yong's actions, he misunderstood Feng Yong's meaning.
Staff Zhang, who kept his responsibilities in mind, said in a low voice: "Chief, the purpose of the thief's arrival is unknown. For the sake of the security of the Commander, it is better for the students not to see him."
You think I want to see you? It's just that soldiers are at the door. It's not up to me whether to see him or not, but to him!
Feng Yonggang thought of this, and suddenly his heart moved.
(End of this chapter)