I don't know if it was because of listening to Gu Nan's words. On the second day, Gao Changgong ordered someone to prepare a mask. It was a ghost face, with a red face and white pupils, and two curved ghost horns growing on the top of the head. His brows were deeply frowned, as if glaring at someone staring at the mask, his mouth was wide open, revealing his sharp white teeth.
When wearing this ferocious ghost mask on his face, Gao Changgong looked like he had really turned into a monster, which made people feel terrified.
A few days later, the military order arrived as scheduled, and the soldiers and horses stationed finally began to march. In the desert, the army is marching, driving the wind and sand. In front of the army, the man on the horse wears a mask, which is as evil as a ghost.
The Turkic army and horse system can be simply divided into three parts, namely, the guards, the string controllers, and the Tuo Jie. The bodyguards can be called Fuli. They were originally the soldiers of the Ashina clan, that is, the wolf clan. Because of their great achievements, they were compiled as the Khan's retinue. However, the number of them is not large after all, and the Turkic Khan cannot conquer east and west with only a few soldiers.
Most of the main body of the real Turkic army is actually the auxiliary soldiers of the vassal tribes. This kind of army is called the string control.
Generally speaking, the last Tuojie is an elite army composed of Zhaowu's nine surnames Hu. These three kinds of troops formed the whole of the Turkic army, galloping in the north.
Therefore, if you want to invade the hinterland of Turks, you need to wipe out the wandering tribes nearby. After all, even if it's just the outermost soldiers and horses, letting them harass them in all directions will hinder the Wei army to a certain extent.
The wind blew gravel onto the person's face, causing him to half-close his eyes unconsciously, and his cheeks felt a little sore. The wind in the desert is sometimes like a knife, if not, those who live here don't always have to wear windproof robes.
A simple camp can be seen on the sand dunes. Looking at the size of the camp, there are about thousands of soldiers and horses in it.
A not-so-big but strong horse stood in an open space outside the camp and shook its head. On the horse's back, a Turkic soldier looked into the distance.
They are the soldiers and horses of the nearby tribes, and they have been ordered to patrol outside during this time, which also means defense. I heard that the army of Wei State in the south is coming. Apart from them, the soldiers and horses of several other tribes have stepped up their vigilance, and they are just a part of it.
However, although they are stationed here, most of the Turkic soldiers don't take the Wei army that is about to go north very seriously. From their point of view, in this land of Mobei, those delicate Wei people simply don't have the ability to fight against them. Without strong walls and fortresses, they are nothing more than that.
In fact, this is already their impression of Wei people a hundred years ago. Before that, they did not belong to Turks, but to Rouran.
Because of the treaty signed between Rouran and Wei State in the early years, for a long period of time they just stood side by side with Wei State without actually fighting.
Therefore, in their impression, the Wei people were cowardly and incapable of fighting. As for what happened in Wei Guozhong, they don't know.
It was not until the last ten years that the Turks overthrew Rouran that what happened later.
In the past ten years or so, the Turks often went south to invade the border of Wei State, but Wei State has always been warning, but did not really fight back, which deepened their impression of Wei State.
Helplessly, they pretend to be wolves and don’t understand that sometimes wolves don’t eat their prey not because they can’t eat it, but because they keep it when they are full.
The Turkic cavalryman on horseback suddenly seemed to see something, frowned and looked towards a place where there was a cloud of smoke and dust, and the smoke and dust were getting closer and closer in his line of sight, cold sweat must have dripped from his forehead down.
Because he could recognize that it was the appearance of cavalry running. Judging by the size of the smoke and dust, there were at least thousands of cavalry.
Then he saw a flag with a word he didn't know, but he knew what it meant.
He let out a strange cry, pulled the head of the horse under him, and ran towards the camp behind him.
While running, he waved his hands and shouted loudly at the camp.
Seeing his appearance, the soldiers in the camp quickly beat a big drum beside him.
The sound of the drum sounded, knocking on everyone's eardrums dully, and the Turkic soldiers in the camp picked up the weapons at hand one after another and got on their horses. The sound of this drum can only represent one thing, enemy attack.
A tall Turkic general lifted up the sheepskin on the tent and walked out of the tent. Looking at the soldiers running around preparing for the battle, he grinned ferociously and let out a snort. He stretched out his hand and pulled out a scimitar from his waist. On the blade, there was a sharp cold light, reflecting the desolate Mobei scenery.
Their preparations were very fast, and soon a group of Turkic soldiers were lined up in front of the camp. Cavalry.
The distance between the two armies has reached the point where they can see each other clearly. In the eyes of the Turkic people, the cavalry army is completely black, like a pack of wolves rushing, and the armor on their bodies is very heavy just by looking at it. , Every step forward, the sound of horseshoes is deafening.
They held spears in their hands and pointed directly at the camp. The spearhead was in a terrifying shape, with three corners, and a row of slender blood grooves on each corner. It was even conceivable what kind of tragedy it would be if it was stabbed by that kind of thing.
The cavalry hadn't rushed yet, but the loud noise and those armored weapons had already made the Turkic soldiers sweat in their hands.
They never imagined that these thousands of cavalry were actually wearing heavy armor almost all over their bodies. Living in Mobei all year round, they naturally don't know how far Wei's iron smelting technology has developed, and how far the equipment in the army has reached.
However, the arrow was already on the string, so it had to be fired. As the cavalry came into range, the Turkic soldiers let go of the bowstring.
"Swoosh!" The sound of a feathered arrow passing through sounded, and the feathered arrow quickly crossed the air and shot at the cavalry.
"Dangdangdangdang!" The sound of collisions sounded one after another. Few feathered arrows could pierce through the armor worn by those cavalrymen. After a rain of arrows, only a small part could be shot into the opponent's armor, but soon there were none. Without power, it got stuck in the nail plate.
The speed of the cavalry hardly slowed down at all. The stunned Turkic soldiers even forgot to pull up the tripping rope. Only a few rows of infantry supported the simple fence outside the camp.
The Turkic general standing in the camp also looked forward in astonishment. What he saw was an almost invincible army, a cavalry army that was even more terrifying than the Turkic cavalry.
Those are Wei people, Han people.
"S!!!"
A horse roar sounded, and the cavalry had rushed to the front of the camp.
A war horse rushed to the front, leaped high, and jumped over the fence. All the Turkic soldiers in the camp raised their heads and looked at the man on horseback.
It was a man wearing a general armor, with a mask on his face, the mask was red as if painted with human blood, his round eyes were glaring as if looking down on each of them, ferocious like a ghost There was a vicious grin on his face.
He broke through the wind and sand, and directly picked up the soldiers blocking his way with a spear. Blood spattered everywhere, and a few drops fell on the mask, which made the mask look even more bright red.
Everything seemed to tell them that it was not a human being, but a Rakshasa crawling out of the Nine Netherworld.
Rakshasa raised the spear in his hand, shouted a word, and directly defeated their last courage.
"Enter the battle!!"
Seeing Gao Changgong who had rushed into the enemy line, Gu Nan slightly averted her gaze, and suddenly thought that she should have looked like this back then, no wonder, even children would be scared to cry when they saw her.
She lowered her head and glanced at the spear in her hand. She hadn't used it for a long time, and she didn't know if she would use it again.
With the sound of horseshoes, she rushed into the camp with the cavalry.
In the eyes of others, the spear in her hand turned into a cold light, and blood sprayed up in a blink of an eye. The blood splashed on the corner of her eyes and slid down her cheeks, making the originally handsome and handsome face There was a bit of chill on his face.
In a short time, the cavalry had completely rushed into the Turkic camp with thousands of people.
The Turkic soldiers held their scimitars and looked at the general with a ghostly face not far away. They didn't dare to step forward, because they had no fighting spirit.
Seeing the general coming, they turned their heads pale, and wanted to turn around and run away, but when they turned around, they saw another scene.
They saw a woman coming from the side on a horse. The black armor on her body was a little red, which was probably stained with blood.
She is different from that ferocious ghost general, she does not have a frightening face, or in other words, she looks beautiful and a bit deserted, just like the moon in the desert night. In normal times, this woman is enough to make any of them fall in love with her.
It's a pity that the woman is now holding a bloody spear, which can only make them stand in place in horror.
Suddenly, a soldier saw the sword on the woman's waist, which was a black rapier without a grid.
His pupils constricted, and he pointed at the sword and almost screamed, "A ghost, a ghost! (Turkic language.)"
For a moment, a group of Turkic soldiers looked at the sword on the woman's waist in panic.
They themselves are people living in nearby tribes, and in the past two years, for the Turkic people, there is one thing that they absolutely do not want to mention in the border desert, and it is about this black and unmarked rapier.
Legend has it that it was held in the hands of a ghost who would kill everyone lost in the desert. Whether it is a horse thief or a Turkic soldier.
At the beginning, it was just that some people who entered the border of Wei State to arrest Han people disappeared inexplicably.
But one time, the ghost used it to kill nearly a thousand cavalry troops who had entered the south.
It was only later that they found out about it based on the reports of those who had escaped. When I went back to investigate again, what I saw was a whole desert that was dyed red, and there were bones half buried by the desert.
Since then, they have greatly reduced the number of times they went south, and this black and unmarked rapier has almost become a taboo legend among Turkic tribes near the border.
The appearance of the woman in front of her and the black rapier at her waist reminded the Turkic soldiers of this legend.
A Turkic soldier stood between Rakshasa and Li Gui with trembling hands. He threw away his blade, his legs went limp, and he knelt on the ground crying.