Tang Dynasty

Chapter 70: Ye Se

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Night has fallen in the countryside outside Changle County.

In a camp that was leaky on all sides, the scarred, hungry and tired Cavalry Zheng Zhao Yingong finally waited for the food delivered; the yellowed brown rice and a few pieces of dried kelp with salt flowers, but it was He didn't even have soup for coping; and he was treated by a woman with wine, meat and a woman's accompaniment before, which was simply the result of a huge difference.

Just because he has lost most of his subordinates and manpower, he also lost the capital that makes these people extra respect and value, and he has eaten the products of the defeats in their face; the reality and the reality of the leaders of the soil group The ruthlessness is evident here;

But he no longer had the mind to care about it, or feel disgusted and angry about it. Instead, he gobbled it up and ate it on the spot; then carefully tore off the bandaged silk tape, and dealt with the dim light. Create

This is how he shot his arrow at the tall thief who was covered in soot and brandished like a wheel. He clearly rushed to the head of the city with the opponent's head in the middle, and finally instructed his men to besiege. Give him the last remembrance left.

At first, it seemed that because of the limited height of the city wall, Zhao Yingong, who took the initiative to jump down the city with a broken arrow shaft, did not die on the spot. , Was brought back to the besieged camp by the heartfelt subordinates;

However, what made him even more angry and helpless was that not only did it come from the village lord Zhao Ziri who had said that the response was delayed, or that it was late, he saw that the army was attacked and disintegrated. Then he flinched back after being so busy;

Even most of the leaders of the Turkmen regiment frightened themselves into chaos for unknown reasons, and even watched their defeat step by step. It wasted the opportunity and breakthrough that their officer army had desperately created to break the enemy.

When he was awake, he wanted to get angry and questioned but couldn't find a supporter. Instead, he was disarmed and put under house arrest in disguise; in the words of the master Zhao Zhai, it was for his future, so he could be polished by the way. Some untimely temperament;

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but stop the movements in his hands, and sighed heavily with a hint of coldness. Is it true that he is still in bad luck, and in the end even the local tyrants in this country can be humiliated wantonly.

After this defeat, even his new subordinates who hadn't started for a long time, even if they were able to escape back, some people were distracted; he could even follow the sound of the night wind and hear some faintly familiar voices not far away, drinking. Drunk, however, was hitting his tongue and complaining about this, and his cavalry name was mixed in it.

Only when he regained the irritation and resentment in his chest, he finally fell asleep with the faint pain and clothes closed;

During this sleep, he dreamed of the long-lost terroir of his hometown, the towering mountains of the Yanmen, the towering narrow road of the military capital, the sourness of the old vinegar in the east of the river, the thick waist of the boat girl by the big river and the vigorous song , Follow the wind ** on the golden fields like waves of wheat. .

Then there was a sudden landslide, the ground cracked, and the golden wheat fields burned to ashes in a flash. All the beautiful things were swallowed by the blazing flames from the sky; he was struggling with sweat. I woke up from the severe pain of the twisting, and then found myself rolling down from the straw mat with too much force, and even the wounds were bleeding again.

And the burnt and smoky smell in the air seemed to continue from that dream. Only then did he notice the abnormal light outside the camp, the swaying figures, and the extremely noisy shouts; Let him completely startled from the last bit of obscurity.

This was indeed an enemy attack. When he rushed out of the camp, there was no one to guard or stop him. What he saw and heard was a panic-stricken figure; and around the camp, it seemed to be in all directions. All thieves were clamoring, just like the roar and movement of countless people, causing the camp to be blown up on the spot, and there was a flow of people running and trampling on each other.

No matter how he yelled and stopped, or if he had snatched the weapons and chopped a few head-on, it was just that the flow of people eager to flee passed him.

In the end, Zhao Yingong, who was so exhausted and bloodied, could only helplessly and helplessly be wrapped in it, and involuntarily rushed out in an unknown direction.

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As for Zhou Huaian's rebels, this was undoubtedly a great adventure and speculation.

At the cost of taking the last bit of combat power and guarding away from the city, the cavalry team that came to aid and the directly affiliated team on horseback riding together made a joint effort, and launched a night raid on those soil groups outside the city in return. Of course, this night attack is more like a means of bluffing in a sense.

Because they didn’t actually put in a lot of people, they dragged branches on the ground to create smoke and dust after the horses. They also held huge bell-mouthed tubes made of iron sheets or thick paper in their hands. They rode and galloped outside these camps. At the same time, he yelled and yelled with all his strength, so as to disturb and awaken more soil thieves from their sleep.

Then the real blow came from the darkness. Some people used bamboo catapults to throw them out, one by one with special burning objects that choked fireworks. It is said that they were mainly cloth soaked in horse urine and poisonous alkali. Pian and Ma Tuan, if you smell it too much, you can paralyze the tongue and make people feel dizzy in sadness.

So it’s like a single spark can start a prairie fire. Although it can only fall on the edge of the joint camps of these soil groups, it is like a bombing of a nest. A big ticket is immediately drawn out, panicked, and unclothed. The crowd came; then they knocked down and overturned more things in the camp, and even caused a spreading fire, which made the situation even more chaotic. .

And the sweaty teenager Xiaoqi, among those busy operating the catapult, now finally understands that monk camp officer, why insist on letting them eat some weird things, and often treat them Startled from the night's sleep, and then ordered to sit down with some strange things.

In a sense, these people who were selected all have a pair of unaffected eyesight at night; in other words, before the monk’s management, he asked everyone to swallow some of them every few times and the taste is very heavy, and they are dried in the sun. The fish offal and raw chicken and duck offal are just for the needs of this situation.

At least these fishy things are too much to eat, people will gradually become clear at night, and faintly see some dim details. Coupled with some special signals and night-time operation training, it is an effective means to prevent others from attacking the camp at night.

After all, it is not a simple and easy thing to be able to fight on a night with low visibility in this era; especially in this kind of cloudy weather with a dim and yellow moon. Now, this kind of results, which could take effect in a short period of time, finally fell on their enemies for the first time.

It's just from the few people left in the city. There are still too few people to use. So even Xiao Qi's follower who does errands and runs errands is also sent out to serve as the operation team with limited eyesight. Looking at the hand, while observing the changes in the enemy's situation, he guided and corrected the direction of the projection for them.

Then, he was a little surprised to see that the dozens of horsemen and horses who were dragging the smoke and dust outside the joint camp suddenly disappeared; and then in the messy layout of the mud group joint camp, there was an even more tragic and terrible roar. The noise. . . (End of this chapter)