Han Hai Tang Ergui

Chapter 195 Datang really came back
The sun was about to set, and Yang Shouli glanced at the sunset in the distance, which was beginning to turn orange-red, and he didn't know what it was like.

Behind him were hundreds of young and strong, and there were hundreds of men, women, and children in the distance. After they broke through the barrier of the beards at the foot of the mountain, these people behind them would go to the river to fetch water with wooden barrels and pottery urns.

"Xue Erlang, Si Li, each of you will bring twenty people behind you. When you throw stones, hit them accurately. In addition to knives and guns, those bastards also have a lot of bows and arrows. I'm afraid we won't be able to charge."

Yang Shouli's heart was very heavy. Although he was wearing a tattered set of armor, the others basically had no armor.

Not to mention Jia, few even have iron weapons now, because of the blockade over the years, they had to melt down the iron weapons and forge them into iron farm tools.

So their most powerful offensive weapon turned out to be throwing stones, that is, polishing the pebbles in the river, and then throwing them out with slings. Other than that, there was no other threat.

Yang Shouli sighed, he didn't have any iron weapons, and he was only wearing single clothes. If he was shot by the opponent's bows and arrows, he didn't know how many people would be killed or injured. This is not going to fetch water, it's almost like sending him to death.

"Brother, look! What is that? What a tall horse!"

Younger brother Yang Sili suddenly shouted, Yang Shouli was about to scold him for not shouting so loudly, but when he looked in the direction of his younger brother's finger, he was also stunned.

They are now halfway up a mountain, and the miscellaneous beards have pitched several tents at the end of the path down the mountain, and they have sealed off the road with branches and bushes.

And on the right side of the miscellaneous beards' tents, there is a small river, which is the destination for them to fetch water. In the distance from these camps, there is a road leading into the mountain.

Right now on this avenue, under the radiance of the orange sunlight, the sound of horseshoes can be heard, and at least dozens of war horses are galloping from a distance.

The knight on horseback was still galloping and shooting arrows. The black horse in the front was unusually tall. The knight on horseback was holding a long spear and stabbing or stabbing.

"Block this intersection, Pei Shengyuan leads people to occupy a high place to shoot arrows, and the rest form an array of five people, kill them first and then talk!"

With a loud roar, Ma Yaozi killed all the miscellaneous beards who dared to stand in front, then got off the horse and called the soldiers around him to quickly take off their armor from the other empty horse.

These horses have been strictly trained, and they will not run around even on the battlefield. They are very good war horses.

Twenty or so people had just got off their horses, and the disturbed beards came out of the tent one after another like disturbed wasps. There were hundreds of people in the densely packed area, and the number was still increasing.

But fortunately, these miscellaneous beards' organizational skills are not very high. Although there are many people, they are relatively chaotic. They can only rush here in a group of dozens of people under the leadership of some junior officers.

A lot of people were still bewildered or noisy, and they didn't seem to realize the seriousness of the matter.

Pei Tongyuan led a few people to occupy a high place, and couldn't help but be overjoyed to see this situation. The few people simply divided the direction of shooting, and began to kill mercilessly.

Every time they shoot with their bows, someone will fall down, and most of the people who fall down are in armor. They look like officers. The strength of each bow is very precious. Of course, they must shoot and kill the officers.

And after hundreds of people yelled and rushed over without formation, the soldiers around immediately hesitated as soon as the few front officers were killed.

They were not elites, they were just random fish who ran over under the leadership of the officer, and they were not ready to fight at all.

As soon as they saw the blood, the speed of these people's rushing forward slowed down, and those people wearing strange cotton robes on the opposite side seemed not to be easily provoked!But they hesitated, but the people behind did not hesitate.

Because there seemed to be not many enemies, and they didn’t look armored. Hundreds of thousands of people beat a dozen or twenty. Such a good way to beat a dog in the water was not dangerous, and it was an opportunity to show your bravery. How could you miss it?

So after the people behind figured out what was going on, they began to squeeze forward under the instigation of the officer.

But this time it became troublesome, the Zahu in the front row found that something was wrong and wanted to retreat, but the screaming Zahu in the back row had already rushed over, and they had to walk forward under the push and push from the back row.

Ma Yaozi is not nervous, neither is Shanzhuer, because the opposite side is too good!
Just twenty or so rides from the south to the north gave them a clear look, and now they are in such a chaotic state.

Not to mention the comparison with Saktu's army, Ali Dulav's Mustafa army is considered a tiger and wolf army compared to them.

And now dismounting and setting up an formation with cloth face armor to fight without armor, what is so terrible about it, as long as dozens of people are killed, the opposite side will collapse.

So Ma Yaozi didn't hesitate, they took the initiative to attack while the opponent was still pushing forward.

A one-meter-long horizontal knife, double maces made of cooked copper, fine steel bones and a large axe, a cloth face armor that protects the whole body, and a strong body fed all day long with lamb chops and fat cows.

Facing a group of elites who don't even have leather armor, are holding broken iron knives and rotten guns, are short in stature and have a disheveled face, and look like they pulled miscellaneous fish directly from the fields and pastures, what kind of horror will they play? combat effect?

Yang Shouli can answer you. In his shocked eyes, Ma Yaozi and others are like giants who have rushed into the Lilliputian.

I saw the lights of the knives gleaming, shouting loudly, as long as they touched their beards, they fell to the ground one by one.

A miscellaneous man chopped Ma Yaozi with a knife, but Ma Yaozi was fine, and his knife was directly broken in two.

Immediately after Ma Yaozi retaliated the knife, the Zahu's neck immediately crooked, because the side of the neck that was chopped off had already been broken.

"Rush! Rush down! Kill them! Si Li, you go back to the mountain quickly, let everyone come down, kill Hu!"

After eating the melon in a daze for half a minute, Yang Shouli realized that he didn't care who came here, as long as it was a gangster, it was one of his own.

What kind of person is the cruelest?The person who is forced into a corner to wantonly insult and then can't bear it is the cruelest.

Ma Yaozi and the others still only slashed and killed with weapons, but Yang Shouli and others who rushed down from the mountain looked extremely terrifying.

Ma Yaozi watched with his own eyes a wounded soldier who couldn't walk was rushed over by a group of women and children, pushed him to the ground, and was finally smashed into a pulp with stones alive.

He also looked at a half-grown man holding the arm of a husk, no matter how much he was beaten, he would not let go, and forcibly bit off a piece of the husk.

Roars roared from all around, and more and more people rushed down from the mountain. At this moment, they forgot their thirst and hunger, and even the women took up various weapons to fight.

Amidst the horrifying screams, hundreds of slings threw polished stones, and as long as the miscellaneous beards were touched, they would be bloodied, and many of them were even directly knocked out.

After these people arrived, the pressure on Ma Yaozi and the others suddenly eased, and they were more able to display their combat effectiveness. Pei Shengyuan and others also gave up archery, and turned to hacking directly with horizontal knives.

"Run! The pagans have invited heavenly soldiers!"

"Defeated! Lost! Run!"

"Mother! It hurts so much! Don't kill me!"

In seven or eight minutes at most, the thousands of people pushing and shoving collapsed immediately.

A high-ranking officer in armor wanted to gather routs to resist, but the boar flew over with a few strides, and beat him into a rotten mess with a single mace.

Zheng Tong grinned, it seems that he was not mistaken, and the few 'tongues' caught by them were not talking nonsense, these pagans surrounded on the mountain were really Tang'er, because the shouting and shouting around were all Chinese used.

After nearly an hour, the battlefield finally quieted down, and the miscellaneous beards left hundreds of corpses and tents full of supplies and ran away.

Yang Tongyi, Yang Shouli and his son looked at the twenty or so killing gods opposite with gratitude and vigilance.

They don't know where the heavenly soldiers and generals like you on the other side come from?They don't know what hatred they have with the miscellaneous Hu under the mountain?
But they knew that these people saved their entire clan, and they also knew that these people on the other side were terrifying.

"Da Lang! Yang Da Lang! Don't you know me? Shou Li, do you see who I am? See who I am?"

Hui Tong monk Zheng Tong took off the one-piece pocket with a stun neck on his head, and this man with terrible scars on his forehead and face burst into tears.

He looked at Yang Shouli and Zheng Shouli opposite him with sobs. Nine years ago, it was these two young guys who came to Shule to look for him and brought him the last news about his tribe.

"You, you are Shule's brother Huitong?" Zheng Shouli recognized Zheng Tong faster than Yang Shouli.

Those who stayed in Shule back then were branches of the Li family and the Zheng family, and Zheng Tong was still his cousin, so Zheng Shouli has always had a deep memory of Zheng Tong who was dressed as a monk at that time.

"It's me! I'm Huitong, Shouli, you're so old! Back then you pestered me to buy cherries for Bi Luo to eat! Have you forgotten?"

Zheng Shouli was stunned for a moment, and the picture of nine years ago suddenly appeared in front of his eyes.

At that time, he was only 17 years old, and he was taken by his father Zheng Tongyi, and Yang Shouli and three others went to Shule, that tall and fierce monk Congxiong.Bought him the Cherry Billow that he would recall countless times in his dreams afterwards.

"Brother, it is indeed Brother Huitong, Shou Li Dalang, do you recognize it? It is indeed Brother Huitong!"

The ecstasy rushed to the top of Zheng Shouli's head. He was so dazed that he didn't know what to do. Waves of ecstasy washed over him. He could only violently shake Yang Shouli's shoulder next to him, howling and dancing wildly with his hands and feet.

Yang Shouli was calmer than Zheng Shouli, who had already collapsed, and he walked towards Zheng Tong in a daze.

He knew about Shule's branch, and the population had already withered away. Nine years ago, there were only a dozen of them left, and most of them were old women. Where did so many murderous people come from today?
"Brother Huitong, who are they? Yes..." Yang Shouli kept telling himself to calm down, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say anything.

He didn't dare to speak out about the dream buried deep in his heart, because he was afraid of getting a negative answer.

With tears streaming down his face, Zheng Tong knew what Yang Shouli wanted to ask. He nodded heavily, untied his cloth mask, and then took out a crumpled colorful banner from his half-arm.

The sun with black wavy patterns on the red background, the sun wraps the moon on the blue background, and the moon wraps the golden stars. It is the three-star flag of Datang.

Zheng Tong tore off half of his arm in two or three strokes, and then raised the Sanchen flag high above his head with his bare upper body.

"Under the orders of King Zhang Zhao, the deputy king of the Dabao Dajin Kingdom of the Tang Dynasty, General Ma Yaozi, the second general from the left, and the second general from the left, General Ma Yaozi, of Fengtian Camp, Fengtian Camp, led the warriors to come to look for the descendants of the former Anxi Army! Please return home after the heroes! "

'Putong' The moment he saw the Sanchen flag, Yang Tongyi began to tremble all over. After Zheng Tong yelled this sentence, he fell directly to the ground.

"Heroes please go home later!" Ma Yaozi and other 21 people collectively took off their pockets and held them in their hands and shouted loudly.

"Da Tang!" Yang Shouli howled miserably, and suddenly squatted down on the ground and began to cry loudly.

"The imperial court has not forgotten us! The imperial court still remembers us! The heavenly soldiers have finally come! Return home! I want to return home! I want to go home!"

"Homecoming! Homecoming!"

"Go home! Go home!"

The shrill howling sound immediately resounded throughout the battlefield. On the battlefield full of corpses, hundreds of men and women cried loudly under the three-star flag.

This cry is the best way to vent their grievances over the years. Homecoming and going home have never been so clearly imprinted in their hearts.

(End of this chapter)