And in the Hexi Road thousands of miles away, the yellow sand is far to the north of Yumenguan between the white clouds, and in the battlefield on the edge of the big sand moraine tens of miles away, it is the drum horn that roars and kills the sky. The passing clouds in the sky were all shattered and dispersed.
Li Cunxiao, who was re-hanging in the dust in the dust, did not hesitate to pierce, pierce, fly, and assassinate the horses in succession, facing the rushing three cavalry enemies; and without intermittent deflection of the rod, The tip of the tail swept past and knocked the other two horses under the enemy; the other hand drew the long sword again and slashed on the heads of the enemy soldiers who had fallen from the horse and climbed up to try to fight again, screaming and splashing one after another. Bloody.
Within this short distance when he took the initiative to ride the horse and swish to fight, there were dozens of Xizhou Uighur cavalry who came on the head, and then the corpses were all the way by his side; and there were more and more sophisticated costumes. The Uyghur cavalry in the hat seemed to be stunned and shocked by his aura; they were struggling to go around in front of him like a stream of water.
And at this time, the sling knife is attached to the five-flower healthy horse with the same head and chest, and it is like a mainstay in the enemy's power, and Li Cunxiao is able to ease his temper; but it is a silver shining mountain armor, even There was not much blood stained; I just felt that the suffocation that had accumulated in my heart for a long time under confinement had disappeared a lot.
However, the origin of all this came from a letter from Li Cunzhang, another righteous brother he used to have a good relationship with, who thought he was dead on the battlefield but is now fighting in Longyou. In addition to explaining the most basic and powerful relationship, and asking him after the Jin army and the Later Tang were destroyed, and after the death or surrender of your brothers, whether you want to bury this martial art that has been fighting for many years.
Therefore, after thinking about the trade-offs and ideological struggles, he did not want to easily sacrifice his life for the enemies of the past, but he was worried and wandering. In the end, he chose to participate as a special instructor. This group is known as a spontaneous organization of ethnic groups. , In order to recover the Buddhist kingdom of the Western Regions and the homeland of the Tang Dynasty, the army of Yi Cong was enlisted and armed.
In fact, there is another hidden interruption in Li Cunxiao's heart. He is a descendant of Li Te who has been naturalized in the Tang Dynasty for many years and has maintained a half-plowing and half-pastoral tribe for generations. He is also a descendant of Lite who belongs to the Sager tribe with the three surnames of Sha Tuo. What is the situation and style of the nine surnames of Zhaowu, the origin of An's ancestors
He slowly recalled the various fragments of the past, but he was constantly riding horses and leaping into the Uighur cavalry who could not give way; it was like sweeping the chickens and dogs, shooting down, assassinating, looting and slashing again. There are more than a dozen enemy riders rushing from the left to the right, and almost no one can be his opponent.
It's just that while he smashed the sword and fell from the left to the right to kill, he could not help but feel that these were once famous in the grasslands and the land of the west of the moraine. , But the performance on the battlefield now is a bit unsatisfactory or illusory.
Not only the basic knives, bows, armors, and horses are not fully equipped, but even the clothes and colors are not very uniform, as if they were forced to collect and remember in haste; therefore, he just led the team Wearing the same equipment, but not how sophisticated or coordinating with the tacit supporter cavalry, can easily pierce through several formations and the period of time with personal courage and force.
Just as he was fighting heartily, a familiar whistle and suona suddenly sounded; it made Li Cunxiao's expression change. Because this also represents the key trump card of the Xizheng Yicong Corps as the finale, the only sirens for a battalion to form a full-firearms unit, which is thrown into the battle;
In the next moment, Li Cunxiao could only restrain the remnant impulse of almost riding his horse and rushing to rush through the past; because he had seen with his own eyes how his kind uncle Li Youjin and others were drowning in these desperately and deadly Fireworks. But at least this time the opponent is in the same camp as himself;
Therefore, he could only wave his arms to his side and hiss and shout:
"Don't worry about the capture, let your horizons and shooting fields be clear of sight, don't want to be affected by it..."
This is also the way he fought, and he felt helpless because he was still not enough and unable to enjoy himself; as long as these named Yi Cong guns were really well-trained Taiping sergeants, once the lineup was completed, the post-war situation was determined. The final decisive victory and finishing touches determine the moment. And among the barrage and fireworks that flowed in, there was basically nothing like them.
Soon afterwards, there was the sound of the horns from the chaotic horns, and from the home of the Zhang clan in Shazhou and the place where the Yijun Jieya was located, Zhang Huaiding, who was left by the Jiedu, led the reinstatement of the rebellion and then mobilized with all his strength With more than ten thousand steps, he also reached the battlefield with the red-bottomed flame sun flag unique to Zhang's Returning Army.
It also blocked these defeated and declining Uighur tribes in disguise, and the small oasis and water source from east to west from the edge of the Great Sand Moraine became the main route of institutional escape. Under the pressure of the gradual encirclement of east, west and south, most of them did not hesitate to choose the southern side where the gunners with the least force and the thinnest front line were located.
Then, one by one fell into the death trap intertwined with smoke and fire; only a few people were able to rush to the front of these gunslingers, and then they were blown up in the final formation amidst the roar of throwing explosive bombs. , And fell one after another in the array of hook spears and bludgeoners that were raised up and jerk. And when he came back to the rebel army as a back-up, he lost his voice for a while.
Therefore, the Uighur defeated Uyghur army, who suffered from the enemy's back and knees, begged for mercy and surrendered part of it. In the end, most of them were forced to flee into the Great Sand Moraine in the north, and began a long journey of escape through the nine-dead life. However, as one of the few cavalry commanders, Li Cunxiao, he was reading a new mission.
On the second day after defeating the 20,000 Uyghur tribes who were in violation, Li Cunxiao, who was able to hold on to a small number of cavalry, led non-stop, and followed the trail of these defeated Uighurs in Xizhou, and finally rushed into one place. On the banks of the big lake where the water is shining and the grass is luxuriant, there are countless miles of camps of various colors like clouds.
And at this moment, Li Cunxiao didn’t pay attention to those who were shocked by his own sex, and rushed to intercept them with his head and limping. However, in successive waves of collision, trampling, and kicking, the death and injury were scattered. The fleeing tribe, and rushed straight to the most conspicuous place among them.
And here he finally encountered a decent interception. It was a group of tent guards who seemed to be in old age but still looked like evil wolves. Forgetting to die, even if he was pierced by a sword or split his chest, chopped off his arms and head, it was just to stop and delay him for a moment.
Therefore, after Li Cunxiao resorted to all his best to kill the group of people who had the courage to fight for their lives, but they were the weak gray-haired tent guards, he quickly caught up with the messy obstacles behind this big tent. A darling who was struggling to lift and rush away by several shirtless Fannus of different looks.
Then, Li Cunxiao shoots a bow into the back of one of the Fannus, causing the violent running nun to lose his balance and fall to the ground heavily, and then roll down amidst the torn and entangled veil. Here comes a man wearing a fox fur cloak, but those Fannus who escaped from him just turned around and fled without his life.
The left and right magnates who were lifted were abandoned in place, and the old man, the head of the fox fur, who was unable to get up for a while, was not much panicked and panicked. I saw that his weather-beaten chicken skin was already old and densely woven. But there was still a bit of clarity in the muddy eyes, and he leaned on his side and said in an unhurried tone:
"Unexpectedly, after many years, I will see such a majestic and mighty Dongtu hero again..."
"I have lived enough for a full 83 years, in the prosperous scene of Beijing, and I followed Zhang Gong to overcome thousands of miles of rivers and mountains."
"Finally, I have been blessed by Uncle Tang to help me create my own situation. Since then, I have personally experienced the emissaries of the four emperors, and now it is time to go down and appeal to Zhang Gong."
"Now that I have nothing to do with my servants, I will do my best with you for such a great first-level..."
Then, while Li Cunxiao took the knife forward without hesitation, he spoke again:
"Remember to take my head and the golden falcon, go to Luntai and Jiaohe City to recruit those tribes, so at least there are still clansmen who can survive in the new dynasty..."
The next moment, amidst the splash of blood and light, the blue head was braided, with a strange expression of dazedness and peace of mind, and then fluttered in the wind and rolled to the ground, and was held high by the tip of Li Cunxiao's flag gun. Get up; become a catalyst for successive surrender or defeat in the further collapse of this continuous camp.
However, when the Guiyi army who led the troops to take over the endgame, Zhang Huaiding also saw the bloody condensed and white hair carried by Li Cunxiao's hand, but he was a little lost in his mouth for a moment before it became a mouthful. Some incoherent words "good... good... good... finally, but..." sighed several times.
Because this represents that when Zhang Yichao, the handsome father, restored the homeland of the Hexi Han family, the most powerful brothers and arms were also the most powerful allies of the Guiyi Army; he used to be the emperor of the Tang Dynasty with thousands of cattle in Chang'an. But he did not hesitate to return to the clan to fight against Tubo; from one of the three Uighur surname Xizhou Uighur, the former Uighur Khan, one of the nine nationalities in the country, the contemporary chief of the Pugu tribe, he also presented his horse and bow in the early years. Pu Gujun gave the lead.
However, only this Uighur leader who has been entangled with the Guiyi Army for more than two generations and also has a lot of relatives and connections in the Guiyi Army, can he be able to re-inflame the land in the sand state that is the root of the Zhang clan. In response to their own disturbances and countermeasures. If it hadn’t happened that the Xiyu Guangfuyi from Chang’an had arrived from the regiment; I’m afraid that I was deceived out of the city and trapped in Dunhuang, everything would have been lost.
However, after initially solving the elbow and axillary problems of this former ally, Zhang Huaiding couldn't help but want to go further. (End of this chapter)