On the other side, Liu Zhuang was ready to go. He jumped on his horse and went to investigate. Tuoba Yun looked at his riding posture again and again and sighed deeply. "How about I just carry you on my back? Your horse riding skills are terrible. I'm really afraid that after we are discovered, you won't be able to escape the pursuit and I will have to come back to rescue you. I don't want to lose two of my allies in one year." Tuoba Yun was speechless when he saw Liu Zhuang's poor riding skills. Liu Zhuang had practiced everything in the past month, except how to ride a horse. Riding skills are difficult to learn, and for a rookie like Liu Zhuang, learning it would not improve his combat effectiveness much, so he placed a very low priority on learning it. "Carrying a person on your back is like holding a cat in your arms or a bird on your shoulders. The New Year is coming soon, so hurry up and get this done so that you can have a good and peaceful New Year." "Alright." Liu Zhuang knew his shortcomings and did not refuse. He jumped on Tuoba Yun's horse. The two conjugated hunters walked in the vast snowfield and scouted the nearby situation under the blessings and cheers of the villagers. Tuoba Yun cared about the partner on his back very much. His intelligence was far superior to that of ordinary war horses. He took good care of Liu Zhuang, and the riding comfort was much better than that of ordinary horses. Dark clouds covered the sky above the entire grassland. Even the midday sun seemed dim in the winter. The cold air could even pierce through Liu Zhuang's cotton jacket and slowly seep into his bones, forcing him to wrap his clothes tightly. The cold wind blew like a blunt knife, cutting my cheeks painfully. The streams were frozen by ice and the grasslands were covered with snow. The vast grasslands turned into an endless white snowfield, flickering and reflecting the biting cold light. "If...if I wasn't worried that these people would find me and our village, I wouldn't want to go out on a mission in the winter." Tuoba Yun wrapped his four horse hooves in cotton robes and trudged across the snowy plain, alternating deep and shallow steps, with hot white mist constantly coming out of his mouth and nose.
"Just bear with it a little longer. We'll be there soon. The village is just ahead." After walking about two kilometers, Liu Zhuang found the first destination of this trip. In the midst of the white snow, there stood a village with dozens of plumes of smoke rising up, obviously people were making fires to cook. Relying on his double pupils, Liu Zhuang was able to scout and look at the distant scenery from a very long distance: it was too cold these days, and almost everyone was huddled in the house. There were only two men outside, wrapped in cotton jackets, standing guard around the campfire. "They are all hiding in houses and tents. Only two men and horses are outside. I have no way of estimating the number." Liu Zhuang frowned. "Then count the tents. The Han people have an average of five people in one household, and the Hu people are the same, with five people in one tent. We can estimate the approximate number of people based on the number of tents. Have you seen their flags? What totems are painted on them?" Tuoba Yun blew a breath of hot air onto his hands and rubbed them repeatedly to keep his fingers at normal temperature and function. "There are three white flowers painted on the green flag, ten tents, and an estimated fifty men and horses. There are only two sentinels, and they are both slacking off. Yes, this endless snowfield is the best defense." "Well, this is the first time I've seen this totem. If there are only fifty people, their leader won't be too strong, and they will be careless and unguarded. A surprise attack will take care of them." The two men recorded the information about this village, and then walked more than a kilometer to the second village to find out more. This time, Liu Zhuang reported the other party's information with ease. "Fourteen tents, about seventy people, and their flags - so weird, the symbol is a weird blood-colored rune that looks a bit like a skull and a bit like rabbit ears." "Oh! I know this. It's the blood mark of one of the grassland gods, the divine dog Ao Zun. The one holding this flag should be the Yuchi clan. It turns out that this gang's lair is here! Their leader is a martial madman who believes that only the strongest can lead the tribe. We can rely on the tradition of single combat to defeat this tribe." Tuoba Yun's cold face showed a look of joy. "Let me make it clear first. Life and death are determined by fate. I don't care how many soldiers and horses you kill on the battlefield, but when you encounter a situation like this where casualties can be avoided, don't kill them indiscriminately. I will translate every one of them into Chinese for you." "It's a word." Liu Zhuang stretched out his right hand and clapped his hands to swear an oath. Chapter 17: Night Raid on Snow Village After the reconnaissance, the militia force of Baima Pavilion immediately prepared to go out. Liu Zhuang left fifty soldiers in the village to guard the winter supplies, and then took another 150 people with food and fodder to prepare for the attack. Although the snow-covered grassland was frozen and even horses found it difficult to walk, the soft snow was enough to cover the ankles, making it even more difficult for infantry to march on the snow.
But it doesn’t matter. These villages are not far apart, and the marching distance is within three kilometers. Liu Zhuang also shared some snowfield experiences from the future with the villagers. You see, we demolished these abandoned houses, repaired the wooden boards into suitable shapes, and tied them to the feet to use as skis. Although people are heavier after adding two wooden boards, the contact area between the soles of the feet and the snow becomes larger, the pressure will decrease accordingly, and the whole person can move freely on the soft snow without sinking into the snow. With the help of a few wooden sticks, you can move quickly on the snowy field with your legs without relying on a horse. The villagers were very surprised by these individual skis. During the one-month training, they also took out a few days to practice how to ski. Now, everyone has mastered the skiing skills and can maneuver quickly on the snow. At this moment, one afternoon, these 150 infantrymen, carrying weapons and skiing, followed Liu Zhuang and Tuoba Yun and quickly attacked on the snowy and frozen grassland, leaving long scars on the snowfield that stretched to the end of the vision, as if hundreds of giant snakes were winding across the entire snowfield. By the time the group arrived at the first village, it was already completely dark. The entire village was wrapped in darkness and snow, and fell into a sweet dream. The men were sure that no one could move on the cold snowfield. The two sentinels during the day had gone to hide somewhere to slack off and keep warm. Liu Zhuang looked around the entire village, listened to the breathing, and judged the body odor, but he couldn't find the sentinels. "Captain, what do you say? Do you want to take action?" Zhang Ji came over. "It's too cold. The brothers are freezing if they stay hidden like this." "Okay, get ready for action! Zhang Ji, you and I will each lead fifty people to attack the troop tent from the left and right directions. Although we have more people, these newly trained militiamen may not be a match for the Xianbei people, so we must attack while shouting, "The Han Beidi camp is here, and those who surrender will not be killed." This will make the troop tent feel frightened and scared, thinking that we are veterans of the Bingzhou army, coming to attack the camp, and they will be confused in the dark and in their sleep. By the way, don’t kill those who lay down their weapons and surrender, just capture them, don’t push them to the edge of desperation.” Liu Zhuang gave orders in an orderly manner. "Zheng Jiang, you take the other fifty people, and disperse them in groups of five to the various paths at the edge of the village. Light torches and shout loudly, pretending that there are many of us, startle and scare these sleeping people. At the same time, intercept all the enemies who want to escape. Don't let anyone escape! Do you understand?" "good." After deploying the tasks, Liu Zhuang looked at this group of farmers who were entering the battlefield for the first time and delivered a final pre-war speech to boost morale. "Everyone, we have no way out! If we can't destroy these people, sooner or later we will all become slaves of the Xianbei again! Even if we are lucky enough to escape, we will just hand over the shackles on our necks to the Han noble families. Not only us, but your wives and children will also face the same fate! However, if we win, we can not only escape the miserable future, but we can even plunder the Xianbei people's property! Those who are still shaking and afraid can go home directly! I will not pursue them, but those who want to protect their wives and children and make a fortune, follow me!" As Liu Zhuang spoke, he rode Tuoba Yun resolutely towards the village. None of the 45 people fell behind, and all of them started to move with the mentality of certain death. The soldiers took off their skis, tilted forward at a ° angle, and stuck them deeply into the ground mixed with snow and mud, using them as simplified versions of deer antlers and chevaux de frise, simply blocking all the main intersections of the village. After making sure that the enemies were asleep, Liu Zhuang and Zhang Ji each led fifty soldiers, one from the east and one from the west, and broke into the village, heading straight for the main camp! For a moment, the sounds of chaotic footsteps, heavy breathing, and the collision of weapons blended into one. Liu Zhuang knew that his militiamen did not have the tactical skills of the Beidi Camp to move silently. When a group of people broke into the village and were less than a hundred meters away from the tent, he immediately ordered everyone to charge at full speed! "The Han Beidi Camp is here! Those who surrender will not be killed!!!" On the left side of the village, retired veteran Zhang Ji, holding his spear in his hand, jumped on his horse, assumed a standard cavalry charge posture, and roared as he charged into the tent. On the other side, Tuoba Yun, the only Han soldier in the team, also roared and charged forward. She was wearing iron armor and carrying Liu Zhuang on her back. It was like a black and red storm of destruction, exploding in the first tent! The horse lance in her hand was directly against the neck of an adult horse. Liu Zhuang drew his bow and arrow, ready to go. A horse was suddenly awakened from his sleep. Just as he was about to draw his sword, his right palm was pierced by Liu Zhuang's feather arrow and nailed to the bed. The arrow shaft was still trembling in the air, leaving a trail of afterimages and buzzing sounds. Drops of scarlet blood, accompanied by shrill screams, flowed all over the bed. At this moment, Zheng Jiang also set up many torches around the village and made loud noises to boost morale. For a moment, the roars of soldiers, the explosions of flames, and the neighing of horses intertwined into a chaotic melody in the dark night. The four adult horses and two foals in the tent were all awakened. They opened their eyes and looked at the two people who rushed into the tent in confusion, as well as the spears and arrows that hit their faces, not knowing what was going on. Through the white cloth of the tent, the soldiers and horses saw flickering fires and crowds of people outside, and had no idea how many enemies there were. The two soldiers who were not pointed at by lances or pierced by arrows just drew their swords to resist, but five more soldiers holding sharp blades roared and rushed into the tent, changing the balance of forces from three to two to seven to three. The names of the "Bei Di Camp" made these troops tremble with fear - that was one of the most powerful legions of the Bingzhou Army!
The six men had no idea how many people were outside. They had just woken up, with clothes and weapons scattered all over the floor, and were frightened by the fire and the loud noise. They were also held at their throats by spears. They were completely unaware that the soldiers of the "Beidi Camp" did not even have armor. They were trembling with fear and put down their knives obediently. They all surrendered. After successfully capturing a camp, Liu Zhuang left behind a group of soldiers to collect weapons and tie up the prisoners, then continued his charge with 45 men. The second tent had been awakened by the deafening shouts and dazzling flames. When Liu Zhuang and Tuoba Yun rushed in, they found that the two adult horses were not dressed properly but had their weapons ready. As soon as they entered the camp, a series of sharp arrows, accompanied by the sound of bowstrings snapping, feathers breaking through the air, and the roars of horses and men, came towards them! In an instant, the flow of time in front of Liu Zhuang's eyes became slower and slower. The spinning and flying feather arrows and the drifting flames of the oil lamps slowed down their flying speed in the air, allowing his double pupils to accurately capture the flight trajectory of the arrows, so that he could easily twist his cheek to dodge. While dodging the flying arrows, he even had enough strength to bend the bow and shoot two arrows quickly at a centaur archer, hitting his left and right palms respectively, causing his other hands to tremble and bleed. Tuoba Yun chose to rush forward directly. She lowered her head and used the iron armor covering her whole body to resist the flying arrows. Even at such a close distance, ordinary feather arrows could not penetrate the iron armor at all. They only caused sparks to fly and clang. The long spear in her hand whistled and tore through the cold air, and directly pierced through the abdomen of the second horse. The friction between the spear and the flesh and internal organs was horrifying. The spear tip stained with blood and flesh, after piercing through the flesh, was nailed firmly on the large pillar supporting the tent! "Stop, stop fighting! I surrender! I surrender!!!" The two centaurs looked at the movement of people and the flames outside, and heard that the notorious Beidi Camp was coming. They were already very frightened; the first battle was unfavorable, one was stabbed in the abdomen, and the other was shot through the hands. After hearing the words "surrender and no killing", they simply threw away their weapons and chose to surrender. Tuoba Yun pulled out her lance, tore off a piece of clothing, and let the man bandage the penetrating wound in his abdomen himself - she deliberately did not stab the vital parts. Liu Zhuang sent out another squad of soldiers, captured the four people in this tent, and then led forty people to rush towards the third tent. At this moment, the troops in the remaining tents had fully reacted. A large number of Xianbei troops roared, drew their bows and held spears, rushed out of the tents, and gathered together in the biting cold wind of the night. The situation on Zhang Ji's side seemed to be the same as his own. The first two tents were raided very smoothly. There were a total of ten tents, and four were raided by his side. Although the troops in the remaining six tents completed the initial assembly, they fell into fear and panic because they found countless shadows and flames surrounding the village. The roar of "Northern Di Camp" "No killing if you surrender" in the air was even more frightening. Fear, panic, and confusion spread among the crowd like a plague. "Follow me and break through! Let's fight together! In the middle of winter, the number of Han troops cannot be too large. This is just a small group of soldiers who are trying to steal money! Everyone follow me!!!" A group of people who looked like a leader barely suppressed the fear in everyone's hearts, organized their forces and began to break out. They engaged in close combat with the militia of Baima Pavilion. Dozens of people shot quickly, and before the battle, they fired rounds of powerful arrows. The whistling sound of arrows cutting through the air was creepy, but they were blocked by the halberd and shield bearers in the first row, and the sound of arrows nailed to the shield was thumping. The archers in the fifth row also began to shoot a large number of arrows to interfere and weaken the enemy's strength. For a moment, arrows from both sides rained down, and shouts of killing reached the sky, making the entire battlefield even more terrifying. Seeing that the arrows were ineffective, a group of people and horses began to charge with bizarre and wild war cries. One after another, half-man, half-horse monsters weighing more than a ton came shaking the earth, and the roar of the horses' hooves made the earth tremble! The infantry, who had just trained for a month, saw a group of large monsters weighing more than a ton, two meters tall, holding spears and sharp blades, rushing towards them with overwhelming force. Even the bravest peasants felt their legs become weak and trembled. Liu Zhuang understood that it was too difficult for these militiamen who had only been trained for a month to face a cavalry charge in their first battle, especially against large monsters like centaurs. So he did not hesitate to use the first magic he had stolen: [Entanglement]. He had no idea how to perform this magic, nor did he know any spells, hand gestures, or other commonly used methods of casting spells. He simply blasted the magic energy that he had plundered and stolen from his body, and the release time was exactly the same as the normal casting time. A few seconds later, the ground was covered with weeds, accompanied by a luxurious and chaotic pink halo, pushing away the snow, tearing the soil, and spreading densely in all directions. Between the militia and the horses, it turned into a withered yellow entangled hell. The weeds flying in the sky seemed like evil pink tentacles, dancing wantonly in the air. When the men and horses passed through this patch of tangled plants, their hooves were entangled by the weeds. Those who were lucky were only forced to slow down and could not charge at full speed, while those who were unlucky directly lost their balance and fell to the ground. Then, under the action of inertia, they fell forward, dizzy, and were then tied up tightly by the flying pink weeds. By the time they broke out of the entanglement and came in front of the militia, the cavalry charge advantage that they relied on most was gone. Chapter 400: The Power of Unity ( monthly tickets plus more!) The battle soon turned into the bloodiest and most brutal close combat. After losing the advantage of charging, the centaurs could only break through with hand-to-hand combat. The monsters, weighing more than a ton and with infinite strength, roared forward, stabbed with spears, swept with sabers, and knocked the shield and halberd bearers in the first row down. Spears and halberds collided, swords and shields collided, and the knuckles of many militiamen were cracked. Blood stained their weapons and clothes red. The ordinary militiamen could not withstand the desperate attacks of these monsters and fell into disadvantage in the one-on-one battles. However, these militiamen were not fighting alone. A large number of people were crowded together, and often only those in the first row were able to fight. The people behind them could only wait and act as cheerleaders, and at most throw some feather arrows to assist and interfere. Their enemies were completely different. The first row of militiamen brandished shields and hand halberds and fought fiercely. The second row had two-meter-long halberds, the third row had three-meter-long infantry spears, and the fourth row had five-meter-long battle spears. They all passed over the shoulders of the front row soldiers and rushed forward fiercely! The four different weapons stacked together looked like a dense forest of steel, flashing a cold light under the moonlight! The archers in the fifth row also fired a rain of deadly arrows that covered the sky and sun, disrupting and killing the enemy. Although the width of the battlefield is the same and the number of soldiers fighting on the front line is also the same, the first row of troops have to fight five rows of Han troops at the same time, and fight a bloody battle with five times the number of enemies! A centaur brandished a spear and stabbed the shield-holder to the ground through the shield. The next second, his chest was dragged by the horizontal branch of the halberd, leaving a hideous bloody mark deep enough to see the bone. The torn flesh rolled to both sides of the wound and bled. Two spears pierced into the centaur's chest and abdomen from the left and right, leaving him covered in wounds and bleeding.
The centaur wanted to fight back, but was hit by an arrow in his right arm by the archer. The pain was so severe that he couldn't even hold his spear. The individual strength advantage was completely suppressed by the group attack formation. Tuoba Yun even charged forward with his spear in hand. Surrounded by the soldiers, he charged towards a group of people who looked like a leader. The spear in his hand was like lightning that streaked through the sky and exploded in the enemy's chest! "clang!!!" The leader-like man raised his long spear and knocked Tuoba Yun's horse spear off course with one strike, narrowly avoiding the charge. The two spears stabbed, swept, stabbed, and entangled each other, each move directly targeting the enemy's vital points. The two fought more and more fiercely, and the fight became faster and faster. The two spears were accompanied by the creepy whistling sound of the wind, dragging traces of death in the air. The two horses were evenly matched and there was no clear winner, but Tuoba Yun had a Liu Zhuang on his back. After becoming sworn partners, the two of them had a tacit understanding. Seeing the two horses fighting with spears in hand, Liu Zhuang seized the opportunity and suddenly pulled out three feather arrows from the quiver. With rapid shooting skills, he shot three arrows almost right at the enemy's face! The side effect of rapid shooting: poor accuracy, which was compensated by the extremely close distance. One arrow scratched his cheek, one arrow penetrated his left shoulder, and one arrow hit his chest! The enemy was bleeding profusely and staggered backwards. Tuoba Yun took advantage of the moment when the opponent was injured and careless, and stabbed him in the lower abdomen with a spear. Warm blood immediately gushed out from the opponent's wound like a bursting tide, turning into scarlet raindrops flying all over the sky, painting the faces of Tuoba Yun and Liu Zhuang into the colors of hell. The centurion leader was severely wounded. Although he did not fall down, he was completely confused. He endured the pain of being pierced by arrows and pierced by spears. He looked at the noisy fire and human figures around him, looked at the Han army formation that could not be broken through, and listened to the roar of "surrender and no killing". Finally, his morale collapsed. In order to preserve the entire clan, he threw away the spear in despair. "Surrender! Surrender! I, Bu Liu Gulin, order everyone to surrender in the name of the leader! Stop killing!!!" After the victory, Liu Zhuang immediately ordered the militia to tie up all the horses and take away all their weapons and leather armor. A total of 40 adult male and female horses, 13 foals, and 40 weapons and bows and arrows were captured. Except for the underage children, all adult men and women in a horse tribe could join the battle. These fifty people domesticated more than 1,200 cattle and sheep and 50 horses. On average, each tent had more than 120 cattle and sheep and 5 horses, which was an average. When you think about it this way, when Dugu Yan was captured, he had sixty horses, which means that their original size should have been larger than that of the Bu Liugu clan. But in the end, there were only more than thirty people left, and they were really crippled. Liu Zhuang checked his soldiers and found that three were killed, nine were seriously injured, and twenty were moderately or slightly injured; some old men who knew some medical skills were urgently treating the wounded. Judging from the quality and equipment of the militia, it was simply a textbook sneak attack. He checked the bodies of the three people with a heavy heart. Even though he had weakened the speed of the charge, the opponent's power should not be underestimated. Three dead and nine seriously injured, almost all of them fell in the first round of charge. One of them was Diao Luan, who was skinny and extremely old, as if all the yang energy had been sucked out of him. Liu Zhuang looked at his broken body and his heart sank. For a moment, he didn't know how to face his daughter Diao Chan. At this moment, Bu Liu Gulin also realized that he had been deceived. These people were not the notorious Beidi Camp, but a group of peasants with average physiques who didn't even have armor! If they continued to fight, the outcome was still unknown, but he surrendered to a group of peasants in the darkness and panic? ! However, it was too late for him to regret now. All the people had their weapons confiscated and their hands and feet were tied, so they had no choice but to accept defeat. At this moment, the enslaved Han villagers also poked their heads out of the houses tremblingly, and looked carefully at these Han people holding weapons, wondering where they came from. "Are you from the Bingzhou Army, Beidi Camp? Has the Royal Army come to rescue us?" An old man looked at the crowd and said uncertainly - these people's attire doesn't look like the Beidi Camp at all? "Don't be afraid, folks! Although we are not from the Beidi Camp, I am the current head of the Baima Pavilion, Liu Zhuang, and I have brought my soldiers to rescue you!" Liu Zhuang looked at Diao Luan's body for a long time, unable to let go. After a long time, he stood up and walked in front of the crowd, holding up the sign of the White Horse Pavilion Chief in his hand. When a group of people saw that the broken sign had been glued together again, hope immediately rekindled in their eyes. The news spread from one to ten, and from ten to a hundred. More than two hundred people suddenly cheered and rushed out of the houses, bringing food and drink to welcome the royal army and celebrate the liberation of the village. Amidst the cheers, an old man asked Liu Zhuang hesitantly. "I don't remember that the captain has the right to mobilize troops. Where did you get these soldiers? What is the situation in Bingzhou now???" "It's a complicated situation. In short, we were abandoned." Liu Zhuang briefly explained the predicament of the Han Dynasty shrinking its borders to Yanmen, and how the well-intentioned immigration policy from above was implemented by the officials of Mayi and resulted in the extinction of all families, as well as the desperate situation in which his group had to flee Mayi and head north again. Although these people were excited, they also felt a shadow in their hearts. So you are not the royal army, but just an organization similar to local self-protection?
"This is the situation. We are in a very dangerous situation now. We must unite to survive. I will give you weapons to protect yourself and teach you how to fight in teams, but you must obey my orders." Liu Zhuang held the broken seal of the pavilion chief in his hand and calmly explained the facts. His four pupils were like four golden flying stars, emitting a terrifying halo in the shadows of his eyes. The villagers didn't look at his sign of the head of the village at all. They were all looking at the soldiers covered in blood and celebrating their victory. A mere 150 peasants only paid the price of three deaths and more than 20 injuries to solve the problem of the rampant Bu Liugu clan and forced all these horse-and-horse monsters to surrender. At this moment, all these warriors and strong men were standing behind Liu Zhuang, obeying the orders of this young man who was less than 20 years old. "Thank you, Captain, for saving our village from the slavery of the horses and men! From now on, the people of our village are willing to obey your orders! We will go through fire and water without hesitation!"