After Xue Yuan was full, he went out to see how the soldiers helped the victims.
Those who had been hungry for a long time waited diligently to get food in line, looking at the front with hope in their eyes, and there were several rows and numbers of people, filling the entire open space. The team couldn't see their heads, and at a glance, they were densely packed with heads.
Xue Yuan asked: "Have you settled the group of disaster victims who followed the food delivery team?"
The officer who was in charge of watching the soldiers distributing food replied: "I have already resettled this group of victims, but these victims have been hungry for too long, and now they can only eat thick vegetable porridge, which is being boiled in the kitchen."
Xue Yuan said concisely, "Send someone to take me to the refugee residence to have a look."
The officer sent a soldier to follow. Xue Yuan walked into the refugee center and saw that many people had already received rations and were cooking in crock pots.
These victims were resettled in the northern Xinjiang. Because of the large number of people, the places where many people were resettled could not even be called houses. Air leaks from all sides and rain leaks from the roof. General Xue was busy, and only temporarily built some disaster residences to accommodate the victims, but in the cold of the northern Xinjiang, such houses would not work.
Northern Xinjiang is too cold.
Xue Yuan knew what the cold tastes like, and what the snow in northern Xinjiang tastes like. The sage likes him hot and dislikes him for being hot, but even Xue Yuan, who is steamy and not afraid of cold, will be frozen in the winter in northern Xinjiang so that his hands and feet are frozen and he can't move his legs.
Now that it's almost the end of October, and if things go on like this, even if there is food, many victims will freeze to death. The lives of these victims are worthless. But after the cold and the plague of locusts, it may also lead to human-to-human diseases.
The reason why the little emperor sent so many medicinal materials and doctors was precisely because of this concern.
After Xue Yuan looked around, he immediately led a horse-drawn carriage to find materials for building a house, preparing to build a house that would at least allow people to live before the winter that could really freeze people to death.
He did what he said and did it with his hands in full swing. After General Xue knew what he was going to do, he gave him a part of the staff.
After retrieving the materials for building the house, the disaster victims in the northern Xinjiang also knew what the army was going to do. They stood up silently and got busy.
Xue Yuan threw the heaviest stone on the ground, clapped his hands, and picked up the dagger from his arms to sharpen the wood. The soldier who was chopping firewood was sweating profusely, and when he saw him, he shouted loudly: "Major General, give it a shot!"
The dagger in Xue Yuan's hand turned twice around his hand, and turned up and down to produce a flower. This hand was extremely powerful. The cold light of the knife flashed, and several white rays of the scorching sun were folded on the wood.
The soldiers who built the house and the victims were attracted by the applause, looked over here, took a breath, and applauded.
Because these soldiers are stationed in the northern Xinjiang, they are always facing the risk of locusts and nomadic herds. There are terrible disaster areas outside, and there is a crisis of gradually reducing food inside. After eating gruel for ten days in a row, the morale of the soldiers was very low, and they were always afraid and uneasy in their hearts. The food Xue Yuan brought was a heavy blow, shattering their anxiety. But that's not enough. Soldiers and numb victims need a complete orgy to boost morale and spark new hope.
a victory.
Northern Xinjiang needs a victory to inspire people.
Xue Yuan thought for a while, then lazily pulled out the last flower of the dagger, and withdrew his hand beautifully.
The officers standing around watching the lively cheered with the soldiers constantly, and some people were just about to move, and they went up to punch two sets of punches in the roar.
They were entertaining them, and Xue Yuan lowered his head again and cut the wood, but at some point, the hand holding the dagger involuntarily carved three words on the wood.
When the last stroke was completed, Xue Yuan didn't even know how the first stroke of the name was engraved.
He was fascinated, his thumb rubbed the handwriting, and Yang Hui, a general who had gone to war with him in the northern Xinjiang, approached, looked down, and asked loudly, "Major General, what is this word?"
Xue Yuan's fingertips just rubbed the words in the middle, he smiled, wrapped in the sand and the longing that the wind blew, "Yuan."
Gu Lian, Gu Yuanbai.
General Yang suddenly realized, "Isn't this the name of the major general?"
"No," Xue Yuan smiled, "this is called fate."
Xue Yuan, Xue Jiuyao.
It's so fitting.
It is worthy of God that he is not willing to kill him with lightning.
Xue Yuan was in a good mood, and added the words "Xue Jiuyao" next to the words "Gu Yuanbai". He admired it for a while and felt comfortable.
But the wood engraved with these six characters is useless, and may have to be destroyed. Xue Yuan frowned at the thought. He got up suddenly, took the wood and the dagger, and strode into the barracks.
"Major General?" The shouts from the rear gradually faded away.
Xue Yuan's heart is burning at the moment, and the young man's impetus is a skyrocketing growth in him. He went back to the tent, picked up a big sword and put it on his waist, took Gale and turned his horse, and whipped the horse: "Drive!"
The strong wind rushed out like an arrow, running from the border to the territory of the Khitan tribe.
Among the Khitans, the tribes closest to the border were the tribes of Riliana. Xue Yuan rode his horse silently to approach, dodging the sentry, and restrained his horse a hundred miles east of the camp of the Riliana tribe. The strong wind raised its hooves high and stopped the galloping gallop.
Xue Yuan straightened his robes, got off his horse, and stuck the wood with his and Gu Yuanbai's names on it upright into the soil.
The thick earth covered the wood, Xue Yuan stood here and watched for a while, remembering the approximate location, and smiled.
The sun that rises first in the east on the prairie will be the first to bathe the land.
Xue Yuan's intention is hidden under the enemy's feet. When this vast grassland belongs to Gu Yuanbai, the emperor of Daheng will discover this secret in person.
The wind and sand can't take it away, the heavy rain can't wash it away, and if Gu Yuanbai doesn't accept Xue Yuan for a day, the long tree will never stand upright and never fall. Except for Xue Yuan, no one knows except Heaven and Earth.
Xue Yuan turned on his horse, turned around in the gale, and the fast horse galloped in the cold wind.
When he stepped out of Rilianna's territory, he lowered his body and looked back at the Khitan camp that was already as small as an ant behind him.
Riliana.
You're so close, you don't die.
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Riliana felt that it was not too late to attack General Maotou. Two days later, he began to send troops and horses to test it, and launched several plain assault battles with the soldiers who were patrolling and guarding Daheng.
Both sides have their own winners and losers, but because the Khitan horses have never been full of horse food for many days, they are now extremely weak. According to the commander's words, the patrolling Daheng soldiers did not use all their strength, so they gave Rilian the feeling of seeing each other's strengths.
But even this is an insult to the Khitans who have always been content with their own achievements and cavalry.
After several encounters and assaults, Rilian knew what he knew. After ten days of preparation, he organized a large number of cavalry to press the border. The troops were divided into two groups and approached the Daheng border from the east and west.
In the Daheng camp, General Xue attacked from the west, and sent Xue Yuan 3,000 cavalry and 5,000 infantry to defend against the foreign enemy from the rear.
Eight thousand soldiers stood neatly, forming the battle formation arranged by Xue Yuan. They were well-armored and armed with knives and guns that were sharp against the cold light. After more than ten days of cultivation, the soldier became energetic again, and under the armor was wrapped a strong and powerful body.
Daheng's bed crossbow is placed in the four directions, and the huge continuous crossbow weapon can shoot ten thousand arrows in salvo, forming a huge and dense arrow rain formation. Each bed crossbow has three to five soldiers to operate as bed crossbowmen.
In Xue Yuan's eyes, the battle was already clear.
The cavalry of the nomads is strong and ferocious, but their steeds are so weak that they cannot rush or run. The weapons used by the nomads are still on the most basic bows and arrows, knives and spears. They are isolated by the Great Wall and have no way to learn the knowledge of weapons. While they are spinning in place, the soldiers of Daheng already have one manpower. Take the crossbow.
How did the Khitans win
Xue Yuan looked at the approaching enemy cavalry in the distance, raised his eyebrows with a deep smile, and told the soldiers to prepare for the attack.
*
Rilianna personally led a detour to the east to meet Xue Yuan. A large number of cavalry troops had not yet arrived at the city, but they had already seen the soldiers under the city who were ready to fight.
A cruel desire to kill flashed in Rilian's eyes, "Is that the general sent by the imperial court?"
The lieutenant nodded and said, "It should be."
Their ambitions were aroused by Daheng's food and grass, and their eyes were full of fire. All the clansmen rushed forward, screaming and screaming, until they rushed in front of Xue Yuan.
Such a big battle can often frighten the new recruits to their knees, and before the cavalry rushes to the enemy, Rilian has already thought of the outcome of victory, and laughed out loud.
However, the next moment, his laughing expression condensed on his face. They saw the face of the leader of Daheng. This face was extremely familiar, extremely familiar! The young general sent by the imperial court turned out to be Xue Yuan who had bitten off a layer of his flesh!
It's Xue Yuan, the old son of Xue Ping!
Hirana's expression turned grim in an instant.
Xue Yuan had seen Riliana long ago, he made a bloodthirsty smile, and said loudly, "Release the arrows!"
The movements of the archers were uniform and neat. Using the new crossbow made by the engineering department, they launched a rain-like attack on the Khitan people.
Thousands of dense bows and arrows swerved from the air, and the huge bed crossbow hole was aimed at the enemy whose expression changed suddenly, and this ferocious weapon was released in their terrified and disbelieving expressions.
Sadly, the Khitans were within the range of the Daheng soldiers, but the Daheng soldiers were still far beyond the range of the Khitan archers.
They can only bear it and cannot fight back.
Thousands of ferocious bows and arrows hit the Khitan people's bodies and horses. The horses were startled by the arrow rain and fled around in a panic. From time to time, some people were thrown off their horses by the running horses and were trampled to death by their hooves. These horses, which had not been fed for a long time, were on the verge of collapse. At this time, when they were frightened, the riot of one horse led to the riot of more horses.
How ridiculous.
Rilian's expression was distorted to the point of panic.
Before the Khitans approached the Daheng soldiers, the tribe of Riliana was already on the verge of defeat. He shouted: "The shield army! The shield army is on top! Go forward and attack to shoot arrows!"
The lieutenant had difficulty resisting the rain of arrows, unable to take a step forward under his feet. He panicked: "Leader, I can't go!"
The usual rain of arrows is bursts, and there is a time to counterattack in the middle. But this time Daheng's archers don't know what's going on. Could it be that the layers of archers alternated back and forth, which made the arrow rain unabated and made it difficult for them to move
There must be an end to it!
The bodies of the Khitan and the horses who were shot to death by bows and arrows in front blocked the progress of the remaining tribes. Even on the day of the killing, he could not have imagined how the attack of this rain of arrows could be so violent. The guards around him even died ten times to protect him. Several people, Rilian gritted his teeth, the shame of death and being defeated by Daheng pulled back and forth, his face trembled, and finally, "Withdraw!"
Looking at the backs of the Khitan people fleeing in embarrassment, looking at the corpses and horses shot to death by the rain of arrows all over the ground, the soldiers of Daheng stopped shooting arrows, and after a moment of stunned cheers rang out!
And the Khitans who fled with this cheering, drove faster, they blocked their faces, and only felt extremely ashamed and shamed.
The enemy suffered heavy casualties, and our army had no casualties, a great victory!
That is the Khitan, the Khitan who plundered the border several times with cruelty and fierceness. They were beaten and fled!
Was the original Khitan so weak