Chapter 115 The waning moon is in the sky, and it is the time to kill

When I came to Yangguan, it was already completely dark.

The servants lit their torches and went into the gateless walls, which were empty, except for a few tumbleweeds running through the empty streets in the evening breeze, and only half of the white banners torn into silk threads by the wind.

Xu Dongsheng was very familiar with walking along the street into a fairly intact house.

The servants searched the house and immediately lit a fire, the ashes of which were thick, some of which looked as if they had just been burned, the water bladders and salt bags hanging from the wooden wedges in the walls, and the small half-new barrel hanging from the wheel of the well outside the door.

As soon as I thought that this was originally the only way to pass through the Silk Road, Tie Xinyuan also figured it out.

Convenience with others and convenience for oneself is the common code of conduct of businessmen in this era.

After eating two pieces of naan with a bowl of hot soup, Tie Xinyuan and Xu Dongsheng hugged the thick fur fur, sat back to back on the rammed earth city wall in Yangguan, which was full of holes, and looked in the direction of Shazhou.

The sky was half-curved and the night was as cold as ice.

Tie Xinyuan muttered to himself, "It's time to go to war." ”

Xu Dongsheng just snorted with his nose and gave an answer, and he didn't want to speak at all at this time.

After the kind-hearted Musin put on the armor, he completed the transformation from a scholar to a commander.

Holding a scimitar like a wolf, he looked at the brightly lit Leiyin Temple not far away.

The celebrations were still going on there, and the Tangut people seemed to be tirelessly singing and dancing.

The butter lamps all over the mountains emit a little bit of light, and from a distance, it looks like the Milky Way.

The Sanskrit sound towered into the clouds, and then suddenly fell, wandering in the wasteland, and a hundred and ten monks chanted sutras with a unique rhythm. It seems that it has brought people into the blessed Buddha realm.

"It's all heresy!"

Mu Sin's face was hideous, and word by word burst out from between his teeth.

A large man with his head and face wrapped in sackcloth knelt at Musin's feet and said reverently, "Ammar is willing to cut off heresies for the gods." ”

Mu Xin glanced at the Tangut people in the distance in disgust, put his hand on the top of Amar's head and said, "Go ahead, use your fast horse scimitar to win honor for the gods, as long as you do it, the gods can see it." ”

Amar kissed the tipe of Musin's foot, stood up and shouted at the cavalry standing in the darkness: "In the name of the gods, kill all the heretics!" ”

The cavalry slowly began to move, running in the front. It was the eighteen slave knights, their scimitars gleaming in the cold moon.

Du Luo Ran has never been so painful as it is today.

Today, it was as if he was living his life all over again, and every face would come to life, whether it was his relatives or his enemies.

Many forgotten past events appeared in front of him one by one, some of which made him painful, and some of which made him happy.

When he wept bitterly, the abbot asked him to let go of his demons. When he shouted and laughed, the abbot asked him to remember this feeling, because it was the happiness that came from the Buddha's kingdom.

When the sun set, he began to weep bitterly. Because the Buddha that sharpened his five senses was slowly fading, and he could even feel the Buddha that made him miserable and extremely pleasant, slowly moving from the top of his head along his spine to the center of his feet. And then it returned to the earth.

The abbot sighed, pronounced the Buddha's name, and retreated to the group of monks who were chanting collectively. Continuing to pray for the blessings of all beings, he hopes that the Buddha's gifts will satisfy everyone.

The lost Du Luo Ranran, standing up from the noisy crowd with a glass of grapes redder than blood, his eyes blood-red, he decided that the Buddha's departure was not because he was abandoned by the Buddha, but because he had disappointed the Buddha by what he had done not long ago.

Only by killing those Albanians who bewitch themselves like liars can they return to the Buddha country.

The grapes in the wine glass rippled, and Du Luo Ran was startled, and his years of experience in fighting told him that a large force of cavalry was rapidly approaching.

"Enemy attack!" Du Luo Ran roared, his voice was so loud that it even covered up the high-pitched Sanskrit sound.

The armor soldiers around him instantly woke up from the celebratory atmosphere, and one of the armor soldiers blew the horn at the first time.

The Sanskrit sound disappeared, and every Tangut looked angrily in the direction of the roar of the horse's hooves.

Du Luo Ranran had already stepped on his war horse, and with the guards who had woken up first, he fiercely charged in the direction of the cavalry.

It only takes a cup of tea time, and the brave Western Xia warriors behind him will complete the layout of the battle array.

With the help of the faint moonlight, Du Luo Ran saw a huge cavalry team wielding scimitars.

His heart was cold, he was shocked and regretful, and he roared: "Let's die here today!" ”

The huge slashing knife was crossed at his waist, and there was no other way to stop the fierce cavalry head-on.

The knight who ran at the front rode his horse and slid past him like a dance, no matter how angry he roared, and did not make any entanglement with him.

In the dark night, two high-speed galloping war horses collided head-on, and in the wailing body of the war horse, the sound of broken bones sounded as densely as a large number of dead branches.

Countless sparks erupted on Du Luo Ranran's armor, and this was a scimitar slashing through his armor.

The three-foot-long blade of the chopping knife cut off a Persian cavalryman, a fountain of blood erupted, and the horse and the knight's lower body still rushed forward.

Du Luo Ran bowed his head and arched his back, his body curled up into a ball after the war horse collided, after the war horse fell to the ground, his body rolled on the ground like an iron ball, and after knocking down the two war horses, Du Luo Ranran, who was covered in blood, shook his feet and stood up, screaming and slashing forward with the horse chopping knife tied to his hand.

His eyes were covered in blood, and he couldn't see anything, and in such a dim night, it didn't matter if he had eyes or not, he was surrounded by enemies, and he could just chop and chop.

Eighteen slave knights fluttered like butterflies among the Tangut crowd.

Everywhere they went, blood flowers bloomed, and as long as there were Tangut people gathering there, their sharp scimitars would kill there, crushing the hopes of the Tangut people there.

An old woman in Western Xia was knocked down by a war horse, and the war horse wanted to pull out its hooves from her abdomen, but it was brought up with her body.

The slave knight's scimitar took away the woman's head, but the war horse did not have the speed it should have, and another pair of hands hugged the horse's hooves, and at the same time, a bare-handed Western Xia man pounced on the slave knight in the air.

The scimitar drew a semicircle in mid-air, and the sharp Damascus scimitar cut off the body of the Tangut man almost without hindrance, but the slave knight's war horse fell to the ground with a bang, and the huge body of the war horse crushed the Xixia boy who was holding the horse's hooves......

The cry at the gate of the temple shook the sky, and countless Xixia women and children rushed into the temple gate.

Even the enlightened monks held up all sorts of strange weapons and barricaded the outside of the temple, using cymbals, drums, wooden fish, and even incense sticks to stop the mad Persian warriors.

Facts have proved that the body of an enlightened monk does not receive special protection from the gods and Buddhas, and it will crack after being cut by a scimitar, and it will also be shattered when it is hit by a heavy iron bone.

The abbot stood on the high bell tower and struck the bell over and over again, this time no longer the good news of the monk's enlightenment, but the bad news of the arrival of the war.

The bell rang to Musin's ears, and he looked up at the waning moon that had fallen to the top of the mountain.

With a sigh, he raised his scimitar and led the last group of cavalry into the battlefield.

The Tangut people had been slaughtered all over the field, but they were still fighting, and they did not surrender on their knees like the races they had seen before.

Du Luo Ran fell to the ground, his horse chopping knife was gone, and his right arm was missing.

One leg twisted unnaturally, a white bone peeking through the skin at the knee, shimmering with ivory in the pale moonlight.

It's just that no one saw all this, and his body fell in a pit......

Arrows flew like locusts on the battlefield, and Persian knights constantly fell from their horses and were trampled into flesh by the dense hooves of horses.

Finally, a group of Tangut warriors, consisting of more than 30 people, gained a firm foothold after the Tangut people delayed the attack of the Persians with their lives.

Soon it went from a team of thirty to fifty, and then to a phalanx of more than a hundred.

Spears, shields, crossbows, and longbows slowly marched outside the gates of the Temple of Leiyin under the leadership of a team, and no matter how the Persian knights attacked, they smashed the waves of horses and men like rocks.

The corpse of a slave knight lay quietly in front of the formation, covered with arrows, and his eyes closed as if he were sleeping.

The Tangut army was still expanding, and the Persian knights swept in front of the formation like a whirlwind, sending a dense rain of arrows, but they were blocked by the towering shields one by one.

From the cracks in the shields, spears burst out, taking the life of a Persian and then shrinking back like a poisonous dragon.

The slave knight with scars on his face drove three horses with short knives in their hips, opened their black holes and screamed silently as they rushed to the military formation.

His feet were already on horseback, his left arm was shielded in front of his face, and the arrows of the Tangut kept burrowing into his body, and at this distance, the scale armor was as weak as a piece of paper. When the three hedgehog-like horses staggered and collided with the tall slug shield, the Scarface Slave Knight leapt into the Tangut battle formation......

A low Qiang flute sounded on the sunset......

Tie Xinyuan actually wants to blow Xun very much, and only Xun with a more low and mournful voice can fit with the broken Yangguan.

Xu Dongsheng woke up from his sleep, looked at Tie Xinyuan on the other side of the fire and said, "You say, who won?" ”

Tie Xinyuan shook his head and said, "I don't know, anyway, the Song people didn't lose!" (To be continued.) )

PS: Chapter 2