Bianbo Camp is an important supply area on the Libei border line. In order to keep the frontline troops and horses full of physical strength, Xiao Jiming successively set up Shayi, Sha2, and Sha3 battalions in the southeast of Libei to serve as a barrier for the Bianbo Camp. . The Bianbo Camp reserves the military rations and equipment for the front line all the year round. There are also stables here, and the war horses are prepared for the front line.
In the morning, before dawn, Wu Ziyu woke up. He squatted at the entrance of the tent, and asked his personal soldiers to pour water on his head. He said, "The front line is too violent. If you open your eyes, you will run, and if you close your eyes, you will lie down. I haven't showered for half a month."
The personal soldiers handed him a handkerchief, and he wiped his face with the handkerchief.
"Have some good food for the past two days. In three days, we have to go north to replace Guo Weili's soldiers. Tuda Longqi also called Biansha Baldy to take it out. The battle has already reached our doorstep."
Wu Ziyu is currently the youngest general in Libei's general ranks. He was originally a guard in the palace. Because of drinking and making trouble, Xiao Jiming fired him and put him in the barracks. He is not very good at fighting, but he is very good at escorting baggage and deploying food. Before the beginning of the spring, the army in Libei was in short supply. He deceived a batch of food from the Zhongbo bandit group, which relieved the urgent need for the battle in front of him.
Chen Yang went to Libei to escort food, and Wu Ziyu met him. He followed Xiao Fangxu for the past two months, and his legs were almost broken. He finally moved to the Bianbo camp to rest, and the soldiers under him were exhausted.
"I thought it would be easy to get rid of the serpents when the lord came." The personal soldier took Wu Ziyu's dirty handkerchief and washed it in the basin, "Who knows that the more difficult it is to fight, the sideline has already retreated to the edge of the Shayi battalion. Now, if it goes on like this, the Bian Bo camp will have to move back."
Wu Ziyu wiped his neck with a wet handkerchief. He was shirtless, looked east, and said, "Once the Bianbo battalion is moved later, the Shizi's layout in the southeast will be abolished. This is the reason why the Bianbo battalion can continue to fight as usual. , can't lose it."
The soldier picked up the basin, splashed the water, and said, "We can't afford the dry consumption. The soldiers don't talk about it. There are military craftsmen in these camps, and they all need to eat. To be a Duke of Dingdu, it’s okay to fight like this, but now that he has killed the emperor, Juexi no longer supplies military rations, and the reserves of the Northeast Grain and Horse Road will not last long.”
Wu Ziyu was wearing a towel, squinting at the sky in the gap of dripping water, and did not answer the complaints of the soldiers.
The personal soldier put the basin and said, "General, let's have steamed buns and milk tea for breakfast. Milk is a good thing that was just transported from the back. If you can't put it away, you have to drink it as soon as possible. I asked the cook to wash the thick milk skin with rough tea. you-"
Wu Ziyu raised his index finger and motioned his soldiers to shut up. He listened to the sound of splashing water and footsteps around him, and looked at the sky, but he did not hear the whistle of the Eagle Patrol today. He listened for a moment and asked, "Did the patrolling team come back last night?"
The personal soldiers were rushing their feet with water, and when they heard the words, they raised their heads and looked at the sky, saying, "It's not even the hour, and it will be at least three quarters of the hour when we return from the three camps of the sand."
"Why didn't I hear the whistle of the Eagle Patrol?"
"I didn't let it go," said the soldier after hesitating, "Last night we arrived at the camp and were too tired, so we didn't report it to the general immediately. The eagles brought back this time were all wounded and were killed by the Biansha cavalry at the battle area. The falcon was caught so hard that even the 'roar' was broken. Falconers love their children, we are back here again, and today we are free of the eagle patrol and let the doctor take care of them."
Eagles are not easy to raise, and they need to be patient enough when boiled. Eagles that can be used as scouts are all chosen in a hundred. Although they are not Costin, they are equally precious. This time Xiao Fangxu was fighting at the front, and the people did not go well, and the eagle did not go well either. In Libei, Ma and Ying are good brothers, and they have a deep relationship with Tieqi. No matter which one is hurt, people will not be happy.
Wu Ziyu tore off the towel and whistle, and an eagle fell from the top of the tent. Because Wu Ziyu didn't wear a shirt, the eagle did not land on him, but jumped onto the drying rod that supported the clothes. Wu Ziyu said: "Let my 'red' go. Now is the time of war. Avoiding the Eagle Patrol is like losing an eye. Even if you are in the border camp, you can't be careless."
The soldier said: "... Chi has been roaming the battlefield for half a month, General..."
"No way," Wu Ziyu said in a rough voice, he looked up at Chi, but said very gently, "Go ahead."
Chi spread his wings into the air, hovered above Bianbo Camp for a moment, and rushed into the light of the east.
Wu Ziyu went into the tent shirtless and warned, "The horses that follow us will also need to be replaced, and the spare horses will be taken to the north in three days. Guo Weili was overwhelmed by the Serpents' defense at Tuda Dragon Banner, and a group of people died. Brother, many horses are stuck in the swamp, and he has sent three military newspapers to urge that new horses are urgently needed."
The personal soldiers put on their shoes barefoot, followed behind, and said, "We called for preparations early in the morning, but this batch of horses is the last batch. Before autumn arrives, none of our new war horses in the territory will come down."
"I'll talk to him." Wu Ziyu put on his clothes.
Guo Weili was picked up by Xiao Jiming alone. This person can fight, but he is the most suitable for Xiao Jiming to use. Because Xiao Jiming's supply is like an iron chain, he is most convinced of Xiao Jiming when he can pull him back every time Guo Weili is on his head and save the main force from being hit hard. Now that the commander-in-chief has been replaced by Xiao Fangxu, his style of play is different. He has no one to drag him, and there are more places to suffer.
Wu Ziyu withdrew, carrying a batch of equipment that needed to be repaired on the front line. The Libei Iron Cavalry is extremely equipment-hungry and relies very heavily on baggage, so there are more than 10,000 military craftsmen. These military craftsmen are scattered in major camps, and when the war is in progress, they have to repair equipment for the iron cavalry day and night.
Wu Ziyu's own armor was also seriously worn out. He went to check in front of the military craftsman's tent, and asked the personal soldiers several times in the middle, but there was no news of Chi returning. It was almost noon when sparks burst out of the stove and it was too hot to breathe.
It's so hot, I'm drowsy. The wind outside the tent was hot, and Wu Ziyu looked at the ground sweating profusely. The steamer-like temperature had already caused many military craftsmen to suffer from heatstroke. Wu Ziyu made people throw cold water, but it was a drop in the bucket.
"Let the kitchen boil mung beans, as many as there are." Wu Ziyu buried his face in the cool veil, and instructed the personal soldiers, "There is no delay in repairing the equipment, and the prince is still wearing rotten armor."
The personal soldiers nodded in response, opening their necks so hot that they were not wearing armor. He was about to turn around, but felt a few drops of water fell from his face, he said strangely: "Why is it raining..."
There was also water on Wu Ziyu's neck, but the water was sticky. He raised his head, saw a red figure rushing out of the blazing sun, and suddenly fell down. However, when Chi was half planted, two saker falcons swooped out in midair, grabbed Chi with all his strength, and lifted off again. Chi let out a shrill cry, and his feathers were pulled away.
Wu Ziyu got up almost immediately, and someone in the distance looking upstairs was already shouting: "Enemy attack!"
The drum banged loudly, hitting Wu Ziyu's chest hard. He immediately ordered: "Put on armor, this is a sneak attack from the Eagle Department, not the cavalry of the Viper Department - don't panic!"
The curtains were lifted in unison, and every step of the Libei Iron Cavalry, from dressing to wearing armor, was done without any clutter. From one person to another, they gradually became steel caged under heavy armor, and their movements were fast and methodical.
"The sixth team will go to the stables, and the third team will strictly guard the granary. If the striker headed by me is killed, the Bianbo camp will inevitably fall. When you see the situation is in danger, don't wait any longer, let go of the stables immediately, and take the military craftsman along the horse path. Rush to the Northeast Grain and Horse Road, where there is also Zhaohui's Liuyang three camps." Wu Ziyu saw Chi had fallen to the ground, and the shocking red color stopped him for a moment, then quickly turned his head and pulled it up. After the soldiers, he said, "Bianbo camp has fallen, horses and military craftsmen can go, but the food cannot be sent. When necessary, set fire to clean up, and don't leave a grain of rice to the Eagle Department! Go home, Dajing. And the prince is sitting in the town!"
According to common sense, when the situation is not good, the main general should retreat with the troops, leaving the forward to delay time. But Wu Ziyu expected that this sneak attack was going to be a big deal. There were only two possibilities for the people from Biansha to bypass the third camp in front of Bianbo Camp. One was that they took a shortcut and touched it silently, and the other was that Xiao Fangxu, Zuo Qianqiu was all killed in battle, the front line had collapsed, and the third battalion of Shah had been wiped out even before they could return the military report.
No matter what kind of possibility, the people who came to sneak attack this time should not be underestimated. Wu Ziyu didn't dare to give his time to others, he had to keep it here by himself.
Wu Ziyu crossed the line while wearing his helmet: "Where is the enemy attack—"
Before Wu Ziyu's voice could be heard, a huge boulder the size of a man's arm fell from the sky and slammed into the half-center of the newly erected watchtower.
"Trebuchet!" shouted the soldiers behind him, "General, they are coming up from the south!"
"The bandits of the dog day!" Wu Ziyu spat, "Get on the horse! They have heavy equipment to move around, they don't dare to make a sound when they walk around, and without the pony from the horse hook department, this group of people can't escape!"
But the stables followed with a neigh, and with the hasty rush of the warhorses, there were machetes and firelights. The other party had the same idea as Wu Ziyu, slaughtering the horses that could not be taken away, and burning the food that could not be brought. The food can be adjusted again, but without this batch of war horses, Guo Weili's permanent battalion would have no combat capability.
"Fuck your mother..." Wu Ziyu slowly held the knife, "Let the sixth team lead the horse to go first!"
The personal soldiers turned on their horses, and the tents near the stables were all set on fire, and he led people straight to it. The saddle suddenly sank, and the personal soldiers were not good, and the horses under the seat were attacked on their backs, with a spider-like soldier on the edge of the belly. The Biansha soldier pulled out the dagger from the side of his leg and stabbed it under the belly of the war horse.
The dagger hit a white mark on the armor, but it didn't pierce.
The war horse had already landed, and the personal soldiers rolled off their horses, drawing their swords and colliding with the Biansha soldiers. The armor of the Libei Iron Cavalry was too heavy, and the soldiers in Biansha were hit and rubbed the bottom of their feet. But the armor of a man is not as hard as that of a horse, and the personal soldiers cut off the opponent's head, and he himself suffered a knife.
This group of Biansha soldiers are like locusts. Facing the trapped beasts like the Libei Iron Cavalry, they choose to fight to the death in groups. The helmet that Wu Ziyu was wearing was removed. He was surrounded by several people. The fire in the stable had already burned the horses that had not yet run out.
He is not a general who can fight, and the soldiers under him are also the reserve transport team of the Libei Iron Cavalry. They only retreated from the battlefield a few days ago, and their already exhausted bodies could not resist such a strong attack, not to mention that he had to spread his manpower to protect the Libei military craftsman who was as important as a war horse.
The personal soldiers had already turned on their horses again. He drove the horses and knocked over the railings of the stables, which were in fierce fire, and the warhorses inside ran out in an instant.
Wu Ziyu said: "Let the military craftsman get on the horse, take off the armor and get on the horse road..."
Wu Ziyu's voice was still in the air, and his back suddenly sank. He was pushed down by two people, and then was overturned to the ground. The back of his head, which had lost the protection of the helmet, hit the ground hard, and the next moment a rope was placed around his neck, and the two of them dragged him together.
Wu Ziyu grabbed the rope tightened around his neck, and his voice changed when he was restrained. He hissed at the back of his personal soldiers, "Arrived...cough, arrived at the camp...call Zhaohui to go north..."
Sweat dripped into his eyes, stabbing Wu Ziyu almost unable to open his eyes. He was out of breath in the smoke and dust, watching the sky turn yellow and the falcons circling.
"Fuck..." Wu Ziyu came from the sadness, tears rolling down blurry eyes from sweat stinging eyes, and kept saying, "...Fuck!"
People have been dragged to the edge of the Sea of Fire, and the sound of hooves is chaotic. Wu Ziyu knocked on the stone, he hooked on the railing, and was burned in pain.
The falcons in the sky suddenly dispersed, and then the eagle slammed into the sky from the wind, grabbed the back of the falcon in the air, and the two sides fought fiercely. At the same time, the sound of fast horses approached from far and near, Wu Ziyu was so choked by the smoke that he could not see clearly, and he could only vaguely see the tall body sitting firmly on the horse's back.
He was startled and shouted, "Your Highness!"
Wu Ziyu's ankles tightened, listening to Chen Yang shouting, "Drag it out!"
Wu Ziyu tightened his throat, and he hurriedly said in a hoarse voice, "Drag, drag?! I'm still hanging from my neck and neck!"
Chen Yang immediately let go, and swung the knife to the side of Wu Ziyu's neck, causing Wu Ziyu Han's hair to stand on end in fright, so he was dragged out with his neck wrapped like this. He rolled over to put out the fire in the slap, panted and raised his eyes, looking against the sunlight to see the man on the horse turn over and dismount, raising his fingers and making a long whistle between his lips.
The falcon swung violently and swooped in from mid-air, the feathers were torn apart, and the falcon made a painful cry. The sharp claws stepped on the falcon like a knife, it rushed to Xiao Chiye in front of the wind, kicked the claws and threw the falcon on the ground.
"It's not Dad," Xiao Chiye raised his arms to support Meng, looking back at Wu Ziyu, "It's your second son."