But as soon as he closed his eyes, he heard a few 'whooshing' sounds, and the sound of arrows entering the flesh, and the knife that had reached the front door did not fall. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

When Zhao Xing opened his eyes, he saw that the barbarian who was going to kill him had been hit by an arrow in his head and had fallen to the ground and died. He turned his head sideways and looked to the right, and saw more than 20 soldiers wearing the uniforms of the guard post holding crossbow arrows and firing them non-stop.

Zhao Xing noticed that their clothes were very neat, and he couldn't help but secretly wonder: from the beginning of his shouting of the enemy attack to the present, it is already an elite division to be able to wrap in leather jackets and come out with weapons, and several of them are so neatly dressed!

Of course, they are not ordinary troops, but the guards of Zhu Yunxi, who was carefully selected by Yunxi from the upper guard. Although Zhu Yunxi himself could not personally command this battle, he still allocated more than 20 of his guards for Xu Zengshou to take with him. Xu Zengshou treated them as the most important reserves.

Zhao Xing saw that the barbarians who had entered the camp had been killed, so he stood up with a crossbow and walked towards the two dozen people, who were very vigilant and did not let him get close. He could only stay a few feet away, and with them crossbow arrows, drew his sword to guard the fence.

More and more barbarians came to the fence and roared to turn in, and they were given some bamboo armor to resist crossbow arrows. And although they don't have crossbows, many of the bows they use are one-stone, even two-stone, three-stone bows, and only a few elite soldiers in the Daming Guard can use such big bows, but almost all of these barbarians can use big bows of more than one stone.

The bow had a longer range than the crossbow, and there were casualties on their side, and savages climbed over the tents to fight hand-to-hand; Fortunately, there are more and more people on the defensive, but they can still hold on.

Zhao Xing noticed that none of the twenty or so people who rushed over at the beginning died, and the powerful bow and arrow could not shoot through their clothes. He immediately understood: this is an elite soldier in soft armor! Maybe it's Xu Xiang's personal soldier.

But the barbarians continued to cross the fence, and some broke through the camp from other directions.

At this time, a group of musketeers was brought in and opened fire on the barbarians, and immediately smoke and dust billowed up. Many of the soldiers of the former Qi King Sanwei who had not dealt with the Jurchens secretly complained, saying that they could not see anything clearly in this fire, and if a few uninjured barbarians rushed over through the smoke, they would be caught off guard, and most of the people on the scene were holding crossbows in their hands, which was not as good as a large blade within three or four feet.

However, Zhao Xing, who has been in Kaiyuan for eight years, secretly pouted: What a bun of dumplings! The Jurchens were very afraid of muskets that could make loud noises, and the smoke was also fed, and even if a few barbarians were lucky enough not to be hit by lead bullets, inhaling poisonous gas, although it would not be a big deal for a while, would be smoked enough.

After that, no more barbarians tried to storm the camp, not even after the smoke had cleared, and then a general came and told them that the barbarians had retreated, and that an army had chased them out, and let them return to their own ranks.

Zhao Xing then casually threw the crossbow that did not belong to him on the ground - it was a trouble to bring it back, and it was a trouble to hand it over to others, even if it was the person who should have given it, and those who threw it on the ground to clean up the battlefield would naturally pick it up.

He returned to the camp, and as soon as he walked in, he was grabbed by Chang An, pressed him to a chair, looked at him carefully and said, "You kid is fine!" ”

"What can I do?" Zhao Xing said.

"You went to the tuba and didn't come back before you heard someone shouting 'enemy attack', we immediately got up and hurriedly put on our clothes, took a knife and crossbow and went to protect Lord Qin, thinking that the thatched house was not far from the edge of the camp, I thought that your kid was more than lucky, but I didn't expect that there was not even a little injury, luck is very good!"

"What is this!" Zhao Xing was about to brag with them, when someone suddenly walked into the camp and said to him, "Zhao Xing, Lord Qin wants to see you." ”

Zhao Xing hurriedly cleaned up and followed the people to Qin Sen's camp.

When he arrived at the place, he saw that not only Qin Sen was there, but also the main general Xu Zengshou was there, and there were several hundred households and staff officers.

He hurriedly saluted and said, "I've seen Lord Xu, I've seen Lord Qin, I've seen ......."

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Xu Zengshou: "It's wartime now, so there's no need to be polite." Whatever I ask you, you answer, without any omissions or digressions. ”

Zhao Xing hurriedly promised.

"When did they start attacking?"

"Lord Xu, Xiao Di only knows that the moon is hanging in the treetops of a big tree in the distance, and when there is still about half an hour before dawn, he sees the sentry being killed by the bows and arrows they fired, and then the little one shouts 'enemy attack,' and I don't know the exact time."

"Why are you there?"

"Lord Xu, the little one wants to, but everyone doesn't let the little one pull the night pot in the camp tent, so I have to come out and go to the thatched house."

Xu Zengshou asked again: "......"

……

After asking a few questions, Xu Zengshou said, "Okay, there's nothing to do with you, step down." ”

Zhao Xing hurriedly bowed and withdrew.

At this time, a man who looked like an eight- or nine-rank military general walked in and said to Xu Zengshou and Qin Sen: "Two adults, there are already barbarians who have been captured alive to confess. ”

"Who are they?" Xu Zengshou immediately asked.

This man had a very strange expression on his face and said, "My lord, they are the people of the Jurchen tribe that we are going to fight. ”

"What?" Xu Zengshou said: "How can this be? ”

"It is true," said the man, "that I interrogated them several times, and then I interrogated them separately and separately, and they all denied it in the end, but the answer was the same. ”

Xu Zengshou still couldn't believe it, but as the pursuing army returned, the older and more captives he brought back, and almost all the confessions of the captives confessed were the same, and he had to believe it.

Xu Zengshou let out a sigh and said to Qin Sen: "There are no surprises in the world, and there are such coincidental things. ”

Qin Sen also felt quite peculiar and said, "Really, the people on both sides thought of things together. ”

It turned out that the Jurchen tribe that attacked them was the Jurchen tribe they were going to attack. This tribe joined several other nearby tribes to raise 1,500 strong men to attack a nearby Han and Korean village before the snow fell, and grab something to come back for the winter.

Because this place is already very close to Fangchuan Village, the attacking Jurchens are very vigilant, on the contrary, the people on their side, whether they are Han scouts or Jurchen scouts, are a little careless, and they are discovered by the attacking Jurchens and they do not find each other.

The Jurchens pondered for a long time and decided to attack their camp in the early hours of the morning.

"It's really hanging, I almost succeeded in stealing the camp." Qin Sen also said with palpitations.

"This is the heavens bless Daming and His Royal Highness King Yong." Someone said.