The Light, The Sword

Chapter 31: Military spirit

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The thunderstorm at noon came fast and went fast.

Although in the thick clouds, the sunlight only showed a broken corner, it was enough to fill the air of the southern country with a hot and dry breath.

Under the faint sunlight in the afternoon, the tens of miles of the company camp with the banners of the 300,000 gold army was as quiet as a dead city. At the turn of the afternoon, when the sergeants in the camp were supposed to be active, No soldier can be seen.

All the curtains at the entrance of the camp were closed tightly without revealing any gaps.

Except for the lazily kicking and sniffing of the war horses, there was no extra sound in this world, and the surrounding was filled with suffocating dullness.

The footsteps of Jin Wushu's "Sandsha" sounded extraordinarily harsh in this dead silence.

Wan Yan Yong, who followed behind him, looked at the Fourth Uncle You Zi who was interested in visiting the camp after dinner, his eyes were full of confusion.

The Fourth Uncle, who has always been the most respected in his mind, what has gone crazy this time

Since not killing the defeated "Iron Futu" soldiers who fleeed and returned to the camp a few days ago, he felt wrong.

These stragglers were obviously frightened, and the fear engraved into their bones was destined to make it impossible for them to be on the battlefield in this life.

The morale of the army is the most important thing when you are out of war!

It is ominous for the vanguard to be discouraged, not to mention that the "Iron Futu" army was defeated so terribly, it was almost annihilated.

Killing it all at once and blocking the news was originally the most important thing to do.

They should not even be allowed into the camp at the time.

He still doesn't believe that the four uncles of his four kings will hesitate in the slightest bit of kindness.

He will never forget the night when the Fourth Uncle shut him in the same house with a hungry little wolf when he was seven years old.

What's more, even if it is a kind of benevolence, if they want to let them live, they must definitely be concentrated and strictly controlled, and they are not allowed to go out of the camp. How can they be scattered and organized into camps and scattered everywhere, as they are now, this is simply a deliberate indulgence of them, so that they can spread their encounters and fears that night to all parts of the camp.

You know, I'm afraid that the rumors at the beginning have made many soldiers feel a little timid.

What's more, let the remnants who had experienced this battle and frightened their guts to tell them

This is definitely not what he should have done, the four kings who knows how to fight!

But it's not the only thing that makes me puzzled.

Obviously the army had already marched to a place less than a hundred miles away from Shunchang City. The Fourth Uncle actually ordered to camp on the spot, and even to this day, there is still no trace of the army to pull out of the camp.

What's more, he also ordered the entire army, except for the soldiers on duty, to stay in the camp from morning to night, not to go out at any step, and even forbidding conversations, prohibiting martial arts training, and even sending troops when they were stationed regularly. The practice of "grassing the grass valley" has been banned at the same time? !

This seems to be a mess!

The Jurchens have been riding on horses since they were born.

Cavalry fights, stressing to come and go like the wind.

In their early battles, there was no such thing as a supply of munitions at all.

All the necessary, on-the-spot looting is the common method of warfare shared by the nation that grew up on horseback.

It was not until after the Ping Liao Dynasty that Dajin occupied the land for thousands of miles and confiscated the Bohai, Khitan, and Han'er armies. This made it necessary to open up food routes and escort military supplies. However, most of them still rely on local abductions to solve military supplies. This is because Jurchen has not been established for a long time and its national strength is still weak, but also because it has become a custom in the military.

It was so thrilling to see the enemy wailing and wailing under his iron hoofs, and tying the head of a man in his braided hair.

However, his Four Uncle Wang banned all of this!

Although a batch of military rations has just arrived, these 300,000 and 200,000 horsemen will not last long.

What's more, the Fourth Uncle, who has been with soldiers for half his life, would not know that his actions would make almost all the soldiers feel resentful

Thinking of this, Wan Yan Yong glared at Xin Qiji who was walking beside him a little angrily.

All the strange things came after capturing this Nanman.

Could it be that this little white face is a powerful Shanman from the Southern Kingdom, who unexpectedly bewitched the mind of the four uncles of the four kings without knowing it

Xin Qiji followed Jin Wushu and walked slowly.

There was silence all around, and there was not even a person in the eye.

The smile on Xin Qiji's face gradually disappeared.

A touch of solemnity gradually climbed onto his young face.

If Jin Wushu felt it, he turned his head, and a smile hung on the corner of his mouth: "Did you find it?"

Xin Qiji nodded slowly.

In this large camp, although there is no figure and influence of the original soldiers training.

However, the atmosphere in the entire camp is completely different from when he first entered the barracks!

pressure!

But in the deadly silent air, there is everywhere pressure that makes Xin Qiji, a warrior like life and death, who has no choice but to change his color.

That is an emotion that has been suppressed to the extreme. As long as it is ignited, it will burst and burn, and it will tear up everything in front of them without hesitation.

Although the four fields were silent, Xin Qiji could almost hear the omnipresent roar.

That day, the emperor official took him and broke the enemy's 15,000 riders with fifty men. He originally thought that such a record would definitely plant the seeds of unavoidable fear in the hearts of the golden men.

However, in just a few days, all the soldiers here seemed to have gotten rid of the negative emotions.

He was not Wan Yan Yong, so he quickly understood what was going on.

As a rival, Rao couldn't help but cast an admiring look at Jin Wushu.

When the war was approaching, these warriors, who were originally three-point fierce, were deliberately enclosed in a small space, in order to inspire the most violent and brave in the depths of people's hearts.

How did he come up with such a weird and unreasonable method

"Do you still remember that my fourth uncle once hunted a Baichalin when he was a child?" Jin Wushu looked at Xin Qiji, but casually asked Wanyan Yong in his mouth.

……

"drink!"

Under the city of Shuzhou, sand and dust rolled straight into the sky.

Thousands of knights dressed in crimson waistcoats, like a flaming flame, dressed in thin armor, wore iron pockets on their heads, bows and arrows hanging from their waists, and armed with heavy iron axes. Run.

The iron armor on these horses has been removed, and the speed is as fast as the wind relaxes while they are running, so fast that people can't see the figure.

In the clearing not far from the cavalry training, dozens of willow branches were inserted in a certain order, each of which was three or four feet long. At the top of each wicker, an inch and a half of bark has been cut off, exposing the white inner rod. Under each white rod, different colorful cloth strips are tied.

The hand of the herald was replaced with a blue flag.

"drink!"

Thousands of knights shouted at the same time, but they were so neat that there was only one voice.

Without seeing how they move, the horses under them are like psychics, speeding up, rushing, or slowing down. The queue is immediately connected from the end to the end, changing into various formations, the horses and the horses change positions, and they are mixed. , But no one rides, takes half a step wrong.

The green flag was waved in the hands of the Chuanqi officer.

"kill!"

"Kill!"

At the beginning of the shout, the athletes on the horse were in this rapid rush, their feet hooked, their figures flickered, their saddles suddenly stood up, and their horses' belly suddenly hidden. At the same time, their hands weighed tens of kilograms. The axe is in line with the horse's rushing momentum, swinging left and right clicks, chopping, cutting, intercepting, and locking. Every time it works, it is seamlessly matched with the jumping of the horse, so as to fully integrate the power of the horse into one's hands On the unstoppable slash.

"kill!"

"Kill!"

In the roar that shook the sky, the cold light flickered, and even Zhao Kuangyin, Wang Gui, and the other generals who were sitting on the wall with their hands on the sidelines, could feel a blast of killing.

Zhao Kuangyin looked sideways at the thoughtful expressions on the faces of the generals, nodding slightly.

He specifically asked this newly formed horse army to go to Shuzhou City for this last training, and also the last election. There was originally such a situation for these generals to observe the possibility of cavalry assault under such a terrain in Shuzhou City. The meaning of the formation of various killing methods used.

Although all of these generals in front of them have deeply experienced the golden cavalry's method of charging and encroaching, but the time is at the juncture of life and death, they are not as good as they are now.

In addition, this newly formed cavalry is also an amazing army, and may fight between Shunchang and Shuzhou at any time. Although in his original plan, let them be familiar with the terrain during the drill, which is very profitable. harm.

The herald's banner changed again, and the rushing knights reined on their horses and stopped.

The thirty-odd riders of the first team stepped forward from the phalanx of the brigade.

Although most of these cavalry came from the horse army originally trained by Liu Zifang and were already a good player from a hundred miles, Zhao Kuangyin still insisted on using the most stringent standards before conducting the final round of selection.

Where the flag started, the hoof thunderous.

Zhao Kuangyin's gaze crossed the rising smoke and dust, looking towards the boundless sky.

On the battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly.

He may not be able to exhaust all the variables, but he will make the best preparation.

……

"Remember, of course!" Wan Yan Yong was stunned for a moment before realizing that Jin Wushu was asking questions to himself, and quickly replied loudly.

Although he was still a child at that time, he would never forget the grand occasion that the whole clan was joyful at that time.

Baichalin is a fierce beast that grows on Baitou Mountain and the embodiment of a demon.

Even the fetish Hai Dongqing in Abu Kaindu, the closest to the supreme god, could not surrender Baichalin.

In the myth of the Jurchen people, Bai Chalin and Hai Dongqing are like light and darkness. At the time of creation, they were a pair of opposite existences.

Therefore, such a legend has been circulating in the mouth of the Jurchen tribe Dashanman.

When the descendants of Bucuriyongshun can hunt down Baichalin, the horseshoes of the Jurchens will walk all over this land.

Jin Wushu became famous when he fell into the Liaodi at a young age. When he returned to the tribe at the age of eighteen, his tribe saw him hunt and kill countless beasts.

But even so, when Jin Wushu, who was weak at the time, claimed that he was going to hunt a Baichalin as a gift for his father, King Taizu Wanyan Agu to enthroned, everyone still regarded him as just joking!

So when half a month later, when Jin Wushu with bones and bruises appeared in front of people carrying the corpse of Bai Chalin, all the clansmen boiled.

Since then, Jin Wushu has become the greatest hero in Jurchen's mind. It was not until the appearance of the God of War that he had an opponent for the first time.

"Everyone says that Baichalin is the devil between the white mountains and black waters, because it has the ferocity of a wolf, the speed of a leopard, and the strength of a bear. But I know that the most terrifying part of Baichalin is not here." Jin Wushu turned around, facing Wanyan Yong, but he seemed to be talking to everyone in this world.

Although Wan Yanyong didn't know what the four uncles of the four kings meant when he mentioned this past event, he still held his breath and listened attentively.

The world was quiet, but Wan Yanyong knew, but didn't know how many people, they put their ears in the camp.

Even as Jin Wushu's closest nephew, he had never heard the Fourth Uncle in front of him talk about that experience back then.

"Eyes! The most terrifying thing about Bai Chalin is his eyes!" After dozens of years, Jin Wushu recalled that snowy morning, still flashing a sharp light in his eyes.

"The eyes of Bai Shalin are the incarnations of the demon in the real legend. As long as you touch Bai Shalin's eyes, it can arouse the deepest and heaviest fears you have buried in your heart. I can't even remember that I am the first. The second time I saw Baichalin’s eyes, what they looked like, I just remember that my whole person was trembling, I didn’t even have the courage to escape, if it happened that the snow broke the branches and made me roll down the cliff. , I have been swallowed by Bai Chalin a long time ago, and there is no fur left!"

Even Xin Qiji was deeply attracted by Jin Wushu's words, showing a look of listening.

Jin Wushu smiled faintly: "I already made an oath with Abu Kane before entering the mountain. I can only live with Bai Chalin, but I almost committed suicide at that time because I really don't want to face Bai Chalin again. Those eyes!"

"But I still haven't! I told myself that the descendants of Bukuli Yongshun are the bravest hunters in the world. They should never fear any opponent, even if it is the incarnation of the devil, Bai Chalin!"

"So I picked a big tree and dig a hole to hide myself on the road that Baichalin passed every day. I even tied myself to the tree with a rope for fear that I could not help but want to escape. When Shalin passed by, I secretly looked into his eyes."

"I know that if Bai Chalin finds out, I won't be so lucky to escape, but so what, among the descendants of Bukuli Yongshun, no one is a coward who is afraid of death!"

"Days go by. From morning to night, I don’t eat or drink, and I didn’t even move my fingers. On the seventh day, when I felt like I was going crazy and I couldn’t help but yell. , I saw Bai Chalin’s eyes for the thirty-first time, but I no longer felt the slightest fear. I cut the rope and threw it down, just like this, I stabbed it to death, bit by bit, bit by bit. !"

He paused for a long while, and the whole camp was silent, except that the wind swept across the camp flag and made a violent sound.

"So" he turned his eyes to Wanyan Yong: "Do you understand?"

Wan Yanyong's eyes gradually turned from perplexity to clear, and then showed a look of admiration.

"The best way to face fear is to look at it, think about it, defeat it, and kill it!"

"Is there any enemy that can scare the descendants of Bukuli Yongshun?! Is there any enemy that the descendants of Bukuli Yongshun cannot step under the horseshoe?!"

"Warriors of the Jurchen tribe, don't you think?!"

The voice of Jin Wushu became more and more high-pitched, like a rumbling thunder, resounding over the entire camp.

"Ao Wu!"

In this world, wolves roared and howling sounded from all directions.

The most primitive barbarians, at this moment, flooded the world.

Just in the midst of that howling, Jin Wushu's faint voice rang in Wan Yanyong's ears: "The order will be out of the camp immediately, go ahead at full speed, and go straight to Shunchang City!"