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By noon, the troops had crossed the glacier, and the horses had stepped across the river with thick ice, and the rumbling of thunder cannons could be heard in the distance on the east bank of the river. In the distance is a small city, Ningjiang City. On the towering stone city wall, the banner of the Khitan people fluttered. The sun shines directly on the snow, reflecting a dazzling white. The owner sent a herald and ordered their battalion to go directly around the city and go around to the back of the city.

This cavalry team of 500 cavalry recruits from various tribes left a small group of men to take care of the horses and supplies, and the rest of the cavalry rode away on their horses and galloped away on the frozen and hard snow.

Lieutenant Xu Jian took them for about twenty miles, and then stopped to proofread the map. The cavalrymen dismounted and gathered in groups to smoke cigarettes, and the abandoned man wanted to go to the side to pull, but the gang leader glared at him, "Damn, don't go far, just pull here!" ”

Xu Jian, the young camp owner, also lit a cigarette, but what he smoked was not the tobacco of ordinary soldiers, nor did he use a pipe, he smoked a cigarette, and he didn't have to roll it himself, he just rolled it, and it was packed in a silver cigarette box with a silver glow, and there were twenty cigarettes in it. Several sharp-eyed cavalrymen also saw that in the leather satchel at the head of the capital, there were two tin cans, which contained cigarettes, a hundred cans. Xu Jian lit a cigarette, wiped the binoculars taken out of the leather case for a long time, and then raised them to look in front of him.

In the clairhandly mirror was a small village, about five miles away from them, and near the village, there was a small river rushing out of the flat land. On the other side are the edges of the high and low woods. There are several trails jutting into the trees. Xu Jian watched with a telescope for a long time. His eyes searched the lifeless village road, but there was not even a shadow of a person. It was empty, lifeless, like a cemetery. Only the ice and snow remain, wrapped in silver makeup, and it is extraordinarily enchanting.

"This must be the village that the higher authorities are asking us to occupy." Xu Jian looked at the small village and asked.

An agent sent by the Military Intelligence Department of the military headquarters stood silently behind him, and said with a blank face on his face, "This is indeed the place." ”

"Then let's take it!" Xu Jian put away the binoculars. There was a hint of hesitation in his expression.

"Could there be an ambush there? This village does not look small, and it does not look deserted, especially the woods next to the village, which is a good ambush site. "The battalion staff officer raised concerns." Perhaps we should send two teams of cavalry to reconnoiter first, and check the village and the trees, just in case. ”

"Well, it's not wrong to be cautious when sailing the 10,000-year-old ship, so I'll send a few cavalry over to investigate." Xu Jian's admonition is like a stream.

Na Qibo received an order from the head of the capital, Chen Ling, to take his team to the village to reconnoitre.

The three of them did as ordered. The three horses walked side by side, full of nervousness into the deserted village. Walk through the windows where every hidden arrow is possible. Behind every portal.

They invade the village like wild wolves in winter, and winter wolves sneak into the village in the middle of the night. But the street was empty, and the silence was frightening, and suddenly from the window of a very imposing house came the sound of a self-striking bell, and the bells struck again and again, like the beating of war drums, and Rove, who clearly saw that he was walking side by side, shuddered all over, and raised his rifle in panic.

The people in the village have fled, and it can be seen that although this is a Bohai village, it has been occupied by the tribal army a few years ago, and it has even become the residence of a tribal general with some status, and they seem to have withdrawn in a hurry, and it can be seen from the self-striking bell that did not come and took away, it is not a cheap thing. Even now, when the chiming bell becomes ordinary, it is equivalent to the price of a high-grade war horse, and if it is here outside the gate, it can at least be doubled, and how can it be sold for five war horses. How could ordinary Bohai villagers afford such luxury.

The people in the village have fled, and it is obvious that they have withdrawn into the city on the bank of the river, and as for the original Bohai villagers, they may have long since become slaves of the coalition army.

They scouted the village carefully and confirmed that it was empty. Rove and Hol finally relaxed at this point, and became happy, and they began to scavenge for loot, things that were too late to take with them. Silver plates, golden tent hooks, etc., all small and easy to carry, they put them in their own saddlebags, and the abandonment did not stop them, which was a benefit of risking to come and investigate. He also found a few small and valuable items himself. In the meantime, Rove tried to take the clock with him, but he was stopped by the abandonment of the erection. If you bring such a big clock, you will definitely be scolded when you go back, and you still can't keep it and turn it in, so it's better not to take it. Anyway, when the troops come, they will have to clean it up, and those are considered trophies, and at the end there is a part to be converted into rewards for them.

Coming out of the village, they went to the woods next to the village. I walked all the way to the hill behind the forest, and I didn't see half of the ambush soldiers. However, standing on the hill, you can see the city on the bank of the river, with high walls, square shapes, and even the streets and alleys inside are square, brick and stone houses, rows of warehouses, and so on.

"Look, they're there!" Hall shouted, pointing his finger down the mountain.

The abandoned man looked in the direction he was pointing, and saw that to the east of them, in the white snow, a group of black spots were fleeing. From here, the men were very small, like a swarm of ants, the man on horseback was galloping, and the horse was dragging a plow, and he squinted his eyes, and put his palm to the sun in his eyes, and he could see clearly that they were some coalition troops, but not warriors, more like slaves and family members.

Looking back at the city, there was no panic in the city, only the snow-covered ditch that had been dug up near the city, and the many defenders gathered on the city wall.

"They removed the old and weak and the auxiliaries!" Hall said in surprise.

They returned to the outside of the village and reported what they had seen to the head of the village and the camp owner.

The camp owner took a pencil and jotted something in his notebook, then beckoned him with his hand.

"That renounce the erection!"

"Yes!"

Na Qu Bo stepped forward on two legs and stood upright.

Xu Jian handed him a piece of paper folded into four squares. "Your horse is faster than anyone else's. You go to the owner right away. At the fastest speed. ”

The abandoned man hid the paper in his breast pocket, walked over to the warhorse, and turned over on his horse.

By the time he delivered the report, the chamber had already crossed the river and arrived ten miles below Ningjiang City. After reading the report, the thirty-year-old owner gave an order to a staff officer to follow him back to the camp and deliver the order.

After receiving the order of the owner. The whole battalion immediately began to move outside the village, as had been the case in many previous exercises.

The whole battalion lined up, and the sound of horses' hooves of snow roared in the silence of the afternoon, and they passed through the village.

The battalion commander made Captain Xu Jian ride the well-proportioned white horse, which even grew fat, and ran to the front of the team. He clutched the reins, one hand wrapped around a fiery red tassel tied to the horse's handle.

Na Qu Bo waited with bated breath for orders, and Bingdu was already silently spreading out on the right flank, ready to fight.

Xu Jian took out the command knife that Lu Shi had awarded when he graduated from the scabbard, and the blade shone with a faint light.

"Whole battalion!" He pointed with his command knife to the left, right, and front. He stopped above the ears of the big white horse and shouted, "Formation of a straggler." Advance! ”

"Pick up the cavalry gun, put away the saber, and charge!" The flag bearer of the battalion flag with the warrant officer's epaulette roared, took the lead, and galloped away with the battalion flag.

The snow let out a dull moan under the trampling of countless horses' hooves.

No sooner had he leveled his horse than his horse was swept up by the torrent of horses of the caravan, and galloped at full speed. The figure of the captain battalion owner in front of him was gradually becoming unclear, but the flag in the hand of the warrant officer was still flying high, leading them forward all the time.

The white snow sped back under their feet, and the knights of Bingdu let out an earth-shattering shout, which also infected Yidu next to them.

The war horse galloped, and a leap was far away. In the midst of a deafening scream, the abandoned Bo heard the sound of a bow and arrow breaking through the air, which was still far away.

As it approached, the tip of the first feathered arrow flew overhead, dragging a long sound through the clear sky.

The abandoned man clamped the cold riding gun tightly under his armpit, his arm ached, and his palms were sweating, as if he had been coated with a layer of snot.

Feathered arrows flew over his head, and he lay his head on the sweaty horse's neck as far as he could, the pungent smell of horse sweat reaching into his nose. He saw through the horse's mane that the fleeing tribesmen were getting closer and closer, and they began to push the wagons and plows into the road, forming a formation of carts, hiding behind, trying to resist. Regardless of the old and young men and women, they all stretched their bows and kept shooting arrows at the approaching Qin army.

The blood boiled in the abandoned chest, and the blood seemed to have rushed to the top of his head, which made his eyes lock on the people in front of him, and nothing else. In his eyes, although those people are old and weak, women and children, since they take up arms and refuse to surrender, then they are enemies. Although the Qin army had many strict military regulations, such as the requirement that prisoners should not be mistreated, and prisoners should not be killed without permission. But one thing is clear, as long as they refuse to lay down their arms, they are still enemies, whether they are old or young, men or women.

Even if there is only a group of women, children, old and weak in front of them, but since they are attacking with weapons, they are enemies.

The first person he saw who fell off his horse was actually their Dutou Lieutenant Chen Ling. He was shot by a stream of crossbow arrows from a tribe, and the three-foot-long crossbow arrow shot directly into Chen Ling's shoulder, and the huge force shot him directly off the horse, and after his war horse jumped over Chen Ling who was lying on the snow, he was also hit by an arrow in the neck, neighing, and his neck bent and fell. The bounty was also thrown out of the saddle and flew to the ground.

His red horse, with its two rows of teeth and pink gums, was sharply and deeply engraved in his memory like the tip of a knife cutting through glass.

People continued to fall, and several cavalrymen and horses fell together. Na Qibo secretly rejoiced that it was winter, and there was a thick snow on the ground, and although he threw off his horse, he was lucky not to fall and be trampled on by the war horse behind him. This was thanks to the fact that they were a line of skirmishers in a platoon, and they were not fast in the snow, and the horses were not fast.

The cavalry who fought for the first time in real combat, the neat straggler formation when they came out of the village, is now a little scattered. But on the whole. They still have that momentum. There is no neat formation. The horsemen began to show their natural riding skills, and instead rushed even more like fish in water.

At this time, he also jumped back on a horse that had just lost his master, and continued to rush forward with the team. In the blink of an eye, they had rushed to the hastily swung cart.

An old Khitan man with a tall stature, but even his eyebrows and beard were snow-white, with a leather hat on his head, frowning, kneeling in the snow. With a horned bow in his hand, he almost fired an arrow at him, and the whistling arrow grazed his cheek, taking away a trace of his flesh and leaving a groove of blood. He was angry, he was terrified, he was terrified, he raised his spear, tightened the reins of his horse with all his might, and stabbed the old man hard.

He didn't use a bow. There was no earth-shaking thunder either. In their new battalion, each of them had just been distributed two earth-shattering thunderbolts before the war. But he didn't work. There was no order from above for them to use that kind of tactic, they were just facing a group of old and weak, and there was no need to waste the precious earth-shattering thunder. Not even a bow and arrow had to be wasted, it was enough to rush forward and break through their rudimentary chariot formation in one fell swoop.

His spear was so fast that the old man had no way to dodge, and after the prismatic tip of the spear pierced into the old Khitan man who jumped up, the barrel of the spear was even pierced in half. After abandoning the erection, before he could pull out the riding gun, he had to let go of the barrel of the gun under the weight of the fallen body.

As he leaped over, he saw the old man pulling out the gun with his crooked fingers, clutching at the barrel of the gun, as if trying to pull him out. The abandonment had already grasped the handle of the saber and drew the sleek.

One of the Murowei men threw away his spear, grabbed his wolfskin hat and turned back in terror and fled.

The abandoned man caught up with his sword and horse, and from the vacant left by the white-bearded Khitan old man who died in battle, he jumped over the carriage that was crossing, jumped into the chariot formation, caught up with the fleeing Murowei man, raised his saber high, and slashed down fiercely.

The knife was rounded and split, and it split the skull of the young man in half at once.

The boy struggled, as if he had slipped, and fell to the ground. The half of the skull fell on the snow with a crisp sound, sprinkling a layer of crimson and white.

The horse neighed, jumped up, and carried the abandoned man further into the middle of the formation.

The sound of bows and arrows breaking through the air kept ringing in the snow, and more was the sound of the Qin army's cavalry spears piercing through the opponent's leather armor and leather robes.

A sweaty horse dragged the corpse of a bald party cavalryman past him, one of which was still hanging in a stirrup, and the horse dragged the bloody corpse to roll in the snow.

The erection head was a little groggy, as heavy as lead.

The battle was almost over, and those men had been routed by a single charge from them.

He dismounted, shook his head, and felt a heaviness in his heart.

Then a group of horsemen galloped past him, and some people made improvised stretchers out of wind and riding spears to carry the wounded soldiers. There was also a group of Khitan and Murwei prisoners of war, who were driven to the side of the snow. They were huddled together, their weapons long discarded, like frightened sheep.

He saw that their faces were as frightened as white snow. He threw the reins and jumped off the horse that did not belong to him, and he didn't know what he was doing, and finally turned to the young man who had been hacked to death. The boy was lying next to the blood-stained plow, his black palm open, as if he were begging for something.

The abandoned man looked at his face, a face that had been terrified before he died, and under the rough skin was the face of a young man who had just begun to grow his beard. The few whiskers that just came out showed that this was just a teenager.

"Hey, what's wrong with you, are you injured, do you want to call a military doctor?" A young Han Chinese officer he did not know galloped past him and called out to him, with a second lieutenant epaulette hanging from his shoulder.

The outcasts looked up at the officer's golden epaulettes, then at the young face with the mask lifted under the helmet. This is also a young man, although he wears the epaulettes of a second lieutenant, but he is only about twenty, maybe not yet twenty years old, but it is possible that he is about the same age as himself.

He let out a long sigh and turned to the horse with whom he had just fought together. His steps were chaotic and heavy, as if he were holding a mountain on his shoulders. Fear, wandering in the heart. He held the stirrup in his hand, but he couldn't lift the heavy foot for a long time.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the second lieutenant stopped his horse, looked at him carefully, and said to himself: "It seems that he may have broken his head during the battle, and he was born a knight, but now he can't step on the stirrups, and it seems that the injury is not light." After speaking, he raised his head and shouted at a soldier carrying a red cross box in the distance: "Medic, here, there is a wounded here, it is estimated that his head has been broken, carry him away!" ”

The middle-aged military doctor, who was carrying a box with a red cross logo on his back and a red cross armband on his arm, trotted over, grabbed the erection, rolled his eyelids, took off his helmet, took off his cotton hood, carefully touched his head, and said in the end: "There is a lump on the head, it seems that it may be a concussion from falling off the horse, and it needs to be observed and treated immediately." Someone, carry him away, and send him to the medical account immediately! ”

The abandoned both, somewhat absent-mindedly, let them examine him, and then he was carried onto an improvised stretcher, lying on top of it, and he thought silently, wishing he had really just broken his head, and nothing else. (To be continued......)