Everyone tensed their nerves and stared anxiously at the high chief's fast-sliding body, and the ropes rattled. In a few moments the High Chief had reached the other side. Leaped onto the cliff and waved excitedly to everyone.
Lin Wanrong waved his hand and said in a deep voice: "Brother Hu, pass on the order. Leave the horses here. Everyone packs lightly. Only carry rations and weapons. Cross the canyon immediately."
As the order was conveyed, the soldiers were excited with a little sadness. Silently stroking the war horse that accompanied him day and night, the nostalgia was clear at a glance.
Hu Bugui sighed, stroked the horse's mane a few times, then suddenly became ruthless, and slapped the horse's butt with a heavy palm, the war horse raised its head and neighed. He raised his hooves and ran deep into the forest. Countless war horses followed behind it, forming a black and white cloud, and slowly disappeared into the primeval forest.
Lin Wanrong tied up the rope and cooked it to test its reliability. Nod slightly.
"Go!" In the voice of anger. He loosened his hands, and the friction of the rope came into his ears. Lin Wanrong took the lead, his body like a big bird with wings spread. Glide quickly to the opposite bank. The curling clouds and mists trampled underfoot. The whistling wind drifted past my ears. Lin Wanrong looked back. Under the dark sky. In the distance, the green mountains, green waters, and steep cliffs of the Helan Mountains are gradually receding, like a wisp of ethereal wind. Without a trace.
Glide very fast. In a blink of an eye, we reached the opposite peak. The high chief pulled him up. He gave him a thumbs up, tied the three ropes tightly, and the high chief whistled lightly. On the opposite side, three figures flashed past, as light as swallows in the dark night.
By the time all the brothers had passed, the sky had already brightened, and the faint singing of birds could be heard in the eardrums. The gurgling dewdrops hit people's cheeks, feeling icy cold.
"Break the rope!" accompanied by Lin Wanrong's soft shout. The three soldiers raised their knives and fell. The ropes used to cross the canyon broke at the same root, slowed down first, then fell straight down, submerged in the misty clouds, and the tragic feeling of blood boiling spread in everyone's heart in an instant.
Thirty or forty miles forward from this peak, the hillside in front of me suddenly became steeper. Precipitous as if cut by a steel knife, the winding path is full of rocks, only one foot wide and narrow, and behind it is an endless cliff, eighth is a wall-climbing gecko. Hold the rock wall tightly with both hands. Move step by step. Sweat turned into raindrops and fell straight to the bottom of the cliff. Looking from the foot of the mountain, in the boundless clouds, they are like the quiet totems in the rock paintings of Helan Mountain. Adorable.
When coming down from the cliff. Everyone has a feeling of surviving after a catastrophe. The armor is all naked, and the hands and feet are numb as if they don't belong to them. Thousands of people are lying on the cold canyon floor. He took a deep breath. that scene. Even Hu Bugui, a hero who has fought against the Turks for more than 20 years, couldn't help being amazed.
This is a short way. From Chenshi to Dusk, according to statistics, more than hundreds of brothers were buried in the abyss with no bones left. Before the surprise attack started, more than two hundred people were lost on the road alone. Lin Wanrong gritted his teeth tightly and didn't say a word.
After crossing two lofty mountains, the physical strength of all soldiers has reached the limit. Two days of rapid march without sleep. Even an iron man can't hold it. Look at the faint sound of wind coming from the canyon ahead. Lin Wanrong finally waved. Order the soldiers to camp and rest.
The formation has long since loosened up. We lay powerless on the ground and marched in a hurry for four days. All the soldiers had beards all over their faces, their armor was torn, and their cheeks were completely thin. It's like a defeated soldier who has just been withdrawn from the front line.
"I see. I see—" Just took a sip of water. He still couldn't catch his breath. The high chief's face was flushed, and he rushed over, yelling in a hurry.
Lin Wanrong smiled and said: "Brother Gao, didn't you go to be a pioneer with Li Wuling? Why, what did you see?"
The high chief took a deep breath. He tried his best to calm himself down: "Brother Lin. I saw it - the front. The grassland! The endless grassland!"
Lin Wanrong quickly stood up and grabbed Gao Chief's hand: "Brother Gao. What did you say?! Say it again!"
Tears loomed in the eyes of the high chief, and he said, "Brother Lin, we succeeded! The grassland, the green grassland full of green grass, the Turkic grassland. It is right in front of us!"
The Turkic Grassland?! Right in front of us?! Lin Wanrong's throat was on fire. want to talk. The voices were all hoarse. The high chief grabbed him and rushed towards the opposite hillside.
The lead-filled legs were incomparably heavy. These few steps seemed to be 10,000 meters away, and it was hard to reach the top of the hillside. Just glanced at it. Lin Wanrong's eyes were moist in an instant.
In the misty twilight, the prairie in front of me looks extremely open and green grass. blue sky. Even the air has a faint smell of grass. At the foot of the mountain is a green lake, clear and quiet, shimmering in the afterglow of the setting sun, shining with golden brilliance, and countless cattle and sheep stroll leisurely on the grass by the lake. There was a thunderous drumbeat in the distance. The earthquake shook the mountain. Thousands of Turkic horses are like flying clouds. Go wild. Looking up to the sky and screaming, the flying black and white mane fluttered and fell in the setting sun. It seems to be catkins flying in the south of the Yangtze River in March. Far away by the lake. More than 20 white tents are like white flowers blooming on the green grassland. Bright and dazzling.
Grassland! Turkic grassland! We have really arrived! Lin Wanrong clenched his fists. I wish I could cry up to the sky and express the depression that has been pent up in my heart for a long time. This feeling is like eating ice cream on a June day, it is extremely refreshing.
don't know when. Countless brothers have gathered around him. Everyone opened their eyes wide and opened their mouths wide, looking at the endless grassland in front of them, with a dazed and dazed expression.
For hundreds of years. Turkic cavalry trampled on Dahua's border city countless times. In our fertile fertile land, burning, killing, looting, and all kinds of crimes were committed. Countless brothers and sisters were murdered by them and died tragically under their butcher knives.
There are countless soldiers who have become passers-by. In my dreams, I want to raise the reins of the horse, step straight on the Turkic grassland, and use blood and fire to form a sword to wash away the humiliation and suffering that Angang Dahua has suffered for hundreds of years.
A hundred years to dream, until today. It was realized by a group of remnant soldiers who fell from the sky, their faces were thin and their clothes were torn. The military appearance has long been miserable, but at this moment. Their hands are sharp swords. It represents Huaxia Huaxia! What an exciting moment is this?!
Yellow teardrops dripped down on the rough faces of the soldiers who had been ravaged by the wind and sand, and countless people wept silently. That mournful and proud voice was like a silkworm weeping in a spring night. Faintly sounded in the prairie in the night.
"General, just let me die here." Hu Bugui burst into tears with excitement. With a bang, he drew out the long knife and swung it violently towards the sky. The swift snow light pierced the grassland. Point to the sky.
Lin Wanrong patted him on the shoulder and smiled silently. His eyes swept over the countless haggard and excited cheeks in front of him.
Countless expectant and excited eyes looked at him. Love, reverence, and life support. It contained too much meaning, Lin Wanrong choked up slightly, and waved his hand violently, Cheng Wu's voice pierced through gold and gravel, and went straight into the sky: "Warriors, the history of Dahuadi. Rewrite it at this moment!! You—I My dearest brother—will be the first person to step through the Turkic Grasslands!! Your figure will be destined to become a monument that I, Dahua, will forever remember forever!—Where is the sword?!”
"Roar", the sharp swords were all unsheathed, reflecting countless excited red cheeks, thousands of snow lights were icy cold, as if cutting off the grassland,...
The four-day journey of life and death and the lives of more than two hundred soldiers were finally not wasted in vain. The moment they saw the grassland, everyone understood. The reckless Helan Mountain has been left behind by them, and a more cruel journey is about to come.
"Brother Hu, look at the station across the lake, who might be there?!" Lying on the hillside. Leisurely chewing on a root of grass, Lin Wanrong casually pointed to the tent in the distance. asked comfortably and easily.
After running around for days, I saw the prairie again today. The exhaustion and excitement of the soldiers surged up together. Already camped and rested for a long time, Lin Wanrong discussed the current situation with Hu Bugui and the others.
If Hu Bugui's estimate is correct. Their current location is only seventy or eighty miles away from Bayanhot, that is to say. from now on. Turks may appear in front of them at any time. Judging from the dangerous obstacles encountered when crossing Helan Mountain. The Turks set up the food and grass supply station in Bayanhot. It is completely justified, and the sudden appearance of Lin Wanrong and these eight thousand soldiers will also be more mysterious, and will bring unparalleled psychological impact and shock to the Turkic people.
After stepping into the grassland with one foot, Lin Wanrong returned to his old tune, laughing a little more in his conversation. Incomparably at ease.
"It's not yet possible to judge." Hu Bugui shook his head. He stared closely at the more than ten tents in the distance. Faint smoke leaked out from the tent, dotted with stars. Like a lonely star on the prairie: "But you can be sure. There shouldn't be many of them, just a few hundred. No more than a thousand at most."
It's up to you to judge, I also saw that Lin Wanrong laughed a few times, and then asked, "Is this a herdsman?"
"Definitely not a herdsman." Hu Bugui replied with absolute certainty.
Lin Wanrong looked at him puzzled. Hu Bugui explained with a smile: "Although the Turkic people are nomads, they don't send hundreds of people to graze at one time. The number on the other side is actually a lot more."
That's true. Turkic people are stupid even if they have a lot of money. It's not like sending such a big team out to herd sheep at once. Lin Wanrong nodded.
"Secondly, it can be seen from the tents they set up. These are definitely not herdsmen, please look at the general—" Hu Bugui pointed to the yurt in the distance and explained: "Their tents are set up very regularly. They form a big circle. The outer tents are the densest. The more you go in, the fewer tents there are. It is the power of the stars. The more careful you are, the more honorable the status. If it is an ordinary Turkic grazing land, the whole family is dispatched, and the tribe does its own thing. The tent is much looser, it will never be so compact and regular."
It seems that bringing Hu Bugui is really right. Based on his experience of fighting the Hu people for many years. Great for this raid. Lin Wanrong hummed and said, "Since it's not a shepherd, it's a Turkic cavalry!"
Hu Bugui chuckled: "The last general thinks so too. If it wasn't for the Turkic cavalry, what are they doing with all those horses?"
Speaking of war horses. Lin Wanrong suddenly came to his senses, and all their war horses stayed on the opposite side when they passed the peak. But on the turbulent prairie, losing a war horse is tantamount to breaking your own legs. His desire for horses was stronger than ever.
On the opposite shore of the lake. Thousands of war horses were resting quietly, looking from afar, they looked like a dense dark cloud, tickling Lin Wanrong's heart.
"Ouch." Lin Wanrong clapped his hands suddenly: "I see, these Turkic people are sending war horses to Bayanhot. Because it is getting late, it is not conducive to the movement of a large number of war horses. That's why they will be stationed here. Tomorrow morning, They are going to Bayanhot."
Combined with Bayanhao's special strategic position, Lin Wanrong's guess is really reasonable. Hu Bugui nodded approvingly.
In other words, Bayanhot is really here! Lin Wanrong's heart skipped a few beats. He secretly swallowed his saliva. He snorted and said, "Brother Hu, do you think these war horses have been tamed by the Turks? Can we ride them?"
Last time in Wuyuan. Five thousand Turkic horses are difficult to tame in a short time. He also chopped off the horse's head. That's why I have this question.
Hu Bugui understood what he meant, nodded and said: "These are horses just sent from the Hu people's horse farm. They don't know how to recognize their masters yet, and they can only be united with others when they are sent to the Turkic cavalry for training. Wuyuan slaughtered the land. It is those skilled Turkic horses who have been trained."
"You mean. At this stage, in the eyes of these Turkic horses, we are the same as the Turks? Whoever rides these horses is the same?" Lin Wanrong's eyes sparkled.
Hu Bugui nodded: "Yes, that's it, at this stage. Turkic horses don't distinguish between Huren and Chinese. If we train them well, it's no wonder that these Turkic warhorses are loyal to my Dahua."
The high chief was listening to the two of them talking. Hearing this, he laughed loudly: "Grandma, these Turkic horses are so handsome, I thought they would not betray their homeland, and I made a fuss for a long time. These Turkic horses are also like our Dahua horses! What a fucking Rape!"
Several people laughed. Sweep away the haze of the previous few days. Lin Wanrong stared at the lake opposite. Youyou pondered for a while. He suddenly said, "Brother Hu, based on your experience, how long will it take to get rid of those barbarians on the opposite side? I want a perfect place!"
Hu Bugui smiled confidently: "Turkic people, it's scary to be in groups. There are only a few hundred people in this area. It's considered an order. Just let them huddle in the camp. Don't let them run on horseback. It's easy to deal with, and it probably won't take more than half an hour."
Gao Chief followed Lin Wanrong. As time went by, I became more and more familiar with his habits. Immediately rejoicing, he said, "Brother Lin, are you going to kill those bastards on the opposite side? The day I was looking forward to with Turkic women and Turkic horses has finally come. I want to be a beard in the barbarians' lair, grandma." Said No one would believe it when I went out, haha—”
This old highland delusion is really serious. Lin Wanrong laughed and patted him on the shoulder: "Brother Gao, I'm afraid I will disappoint you this time. Not only will I not snatch the horse, but on the contrary. I will give the horse as well!"
Sending war horses? The high chief was stunned. I didn't think about the meaning of Brother Lin for a while.
Hu Bugui was very experienced, and he figured out the key point after a moment of stupefaction. Immediately he said happily: "Send a war horse?! Good. Good! This kind of safekeeping is beyond the imagination of the barbarians."
See Gao Chief is still in a daze. Hu Bugui smiled and whispered in his ear for several decades. After a few moments of realization, Lao Gao raised his thumbs up and praised: "Brother Lin, you really have endless tricks and skillful use of soldiers. This time, this time is enough for the Turkic people to drink several pots."
Lin Wanrong smiled. Did not speak. But Hu Bugui remembered something. He frowned and said, "General Lin's plan is not lacking in the best strategy. It's just that we need to deal with these Turkic people on the opposite side first, and we can't let one go. This will take some thinking."
This is what Lin Wanrong is worried about. He nodded and sighed: "Brother Hu is right. If one of these barbarians escapes, all previous efforts will be wasted. How to wipe them out in the shortest time is the biggest problem."
The two of them frowned in thought, and the high chief looked at the camp across the lake, and suddenly asked, "Old Hu, do these Turkic people know how to swim?"
This is an endless question. Hu Bugui was stunned. He smiled and replied: "Hu people don't take a bath all year round. What they are most afraid of is water. Brother Gao, what's your best idea?"
"Smart move. Not to mention." Gao Chief heheed a few times. He took out a big paper bag from his arms. Rubbing fondly, smiling all over his face: "—I just remembered the method Brother Lin used before, it was really shocking and wonderful."