Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 126
Their movements were still too slow, An Fei's sharp sleeve knife cut his own neck, blood shot out for several feet, and he finally looked at the Broken Gold Pass resentfully before falling straight down.

"Fight it! We want revenge, rush up and kill them all!"

The remaining members of Yue Lun's tribe went completely insane. Once the leader died, they couldn't even surrender. Desperation filled their tired bodies with strength.

Everyone dropped their horses and started rushing towards the wall.

Without horses, the target of the archers of the Wuchao Zhenbei Army was instantly reduced.

The death rate of Yue Lun's tribe decreased at the same time. Amidst the screams, a group of people rushed to the bottom of the wall and began to climb with bare hands.

On the top of the wall, the Zhenbei Army fought back with knives and spears, stabbing people down one by one.

In the face of the crazy Di people, casualties of the Zhenbei Army inevitably appeared, and soldiers were pulled away from time to time.

At this time, a cavalry was quietly standing on the far bank of the river, looking at the huge bonfire on the wall of Suijin Pass.

Shouts of killing and cries of pain came from afar, and a smile appeared in Zhao Tingduo's tired eyes.

He pulled the rein and said calmly: "Yue Lun is done, we should go back."

Beside him, a cavalryman said in a hoarse voice: "Young master, don't we go to the Suijin guard? I'm tired and give them big gifts for the past two days. I have to meet before leaving."

His words aroused the echoes of the people behind: "Yes, young master, let's go and have a look! What good things are there from Luo Baihu?"

Zhao Tingduo thought for a while, and said to the boy with a male duck voice: "Abu, pass on the order that you send people back twenty miles and set up camp at Chahe Bay. Let's rest for one night before we leave."

When Abu heard that he was going to rest, he was pleasantly surprised and said, "Young master, what about you?"

Zhao Tingduo looked at the direction of the fire: "I'll go to Suijin Pass to have a look."

The battle at Suijin Pass did not last long, and those rushing through the pass like moths to a flame came to an end with the result of one heavy and five minor injuries of the Zhenbei Army.

The one who was seriously injured was the unlucky guy who was pierced through the shoulder blade by the arrow, and the two sharp archers from Yue Lun's tribe were also smashed into meatloaf in the chaos of rushing through the pass.

Others had skin scratches or sprained feet, and the sergeant who was shot through the thigh by an arrow was not in danger, and kept swearing behind him.

This kind of battle damage is simply negligible for the record of capturing 15 people from the Di tribe, killing [-] of them, including one tribal leader.

Standing on the closed wall, Luo Baihu yelled loudly: "You bastards, gather the horses quickly, remember to get all the horses back, don't fucking only know how to chop off people's heads."

At this time, horses were scattered everywhere on both sides of the river, and those horses were treasures.

A medical soldier ran up to bandage his wound: "Master Baihu, your hand is injured!"

Luo Baihu looked down: My good fellow, when did my hand open and it was dripping blood dripping down.

"Just wrap it up!"

The medical soldiers hurried forward and wrapped them with cloth.

At this moment, Zhou Xiaoqi ran over and whispered something in Luo Baihu's ear.

Luo Baihu's eyes widened suddenly: "Ah! I said that this group of Dilu people are like rats who have taken medicine. They kept banging against the wall, so they were driven here!"

He turned his head and pulled off the medical soldier's cloth belt, and wrapped it around his hands indiscriminately, and ran under the wall as he walked around: "Quick, Zhou Xiang leads the way, where are they?"

Zhou Xiaoqi pulled a horse and pointed to the outside of the wall: "Your Excellency, get on the horse first, let's talk on the way."

"Okay!" Luo Baihu pulled the reins and got on his horse, followed Zhou Xiaoqi through the bridge hole, stepped onto the blood-stained ice, and went straight into the night.

After closing the wall, the soldiers from the guard looked around, and a general banner who was supervising the clearing of supplies called to him: "What is this place, what are you doing sneaking around?"

The little soldier was startled, and hurriedly said: "Xiao Zongqi, something happened in Suijin Town, and the camp asked his subordinates to come down and report to Lord Baihu!"

"What's the matter? My lord is still closing the wall."

"It is said that a fire broke out in the town and burned down two private houses..." Xiao Bing heard that Master Baihu was not there, and hurriedly replied.

"Just two private houses, let Yingli and Xue Zhuang deal with it." Xiao Zongqi waved his hand impatiently and immediately drove them away.

So what if the houses in the town are burned down, can it compare with this place?
This is a battle achievement!

It's been a long time since such a battle has been achieved, and a head is worth a lot of money.

The soldiers rushed back to the guard post when they got the reply, and only a few rogues died in the town, which is nothing compared to the military exploits, and the people in the town can handle it by themselves.

Besides, outside the closed wall, Luo Baihu, under the guard of Zhou Xiaoqi's team, rode his horse and ran for more than 20 miles, and saw a simple campsite.

At this time, there was a small bonfire in the middle, and several people were sitting around.

Luo Baihu flopped off his horse, stepped over a few steps, and saw the young man in the crowd who had returned to Dilu's attire looking at him with a smile. He was so excited that he leaned over and wanted to worship: "Third Young Master!"

Zhao Tingduo held his arm: "Hey! Luo Baihu, you are not my followers, don't be so polite!"

Luo Baihu excitedly said: "The third son gave Lao Luo this great gift, Lao Luo is very grateful."

Zhao Tingduo patted him on the shoulder: "Come sit down and talk!"

Hearing this, Luo Baihu sat down obediently, before asking anything, he smiled flatteringly and said, "Third Young Master, you have worked so hard. When will you come again for such a good thing today?"

The Dilu people were connected to the border of the Wu Dynasty, and many places overlapped with each other, and they often came into contact with each other.

If the Di people did not violate the border, the army of the Wu Dynasty would not be able to attack ordinary tribes, especially the old and weak women and children in the tribe.

In this way, to gain military exploits, you need to kill the real Di tribe's armed forces and kill the Di tribe's cavalry.

An Fei and others who were driven over by Zhao Tingduo today are the military merits that the Zhenbei Army needs.

Zhao Tingduo didn't answer, rubbed his stomach, picked up a piece of dry food and ate it first.

After driving for a day, he was exhausted, and he was already hungry.

Horses can still make do with grazing, but people can only work hard on horseback.

Seeing that Zhao Tingduo was silent, Luo Baihu could only wait helplessly.

He suddenly found that Zhao Tingduo's clothes were covered with blood, and said in shock, "Third Young Master, are you injured?"

Zhao Tingduo shook his head indifferently: "A little injury, it has been bandaged on the road."

Luo Baihu hurriedly said: "Third Young Master, go to the guard! All the medical soldiers in the guard should be carefully examined by the military doctor before you can rest assured."

He took a risk by saying this!
The Broken Gold Guardhouse is the Northern Army of the Wu Dynasty. It is a big mistake to let these armored Di tribe cavalry come in with scimitars.

Luo Baihu said this, although he got some kind of hint, but there was no clear text after all. Once it is exposed, the consequences will be at your own risk.

Zhao Tingduo's eyes flickered: "How dare Luo Baihu do this? Before I entered the guardhouse, I had a warrant from Lei Qianhu. Now I will go..."

He didn't finish his sentence, and he would lose his head if he had an affair with a foreign race.

Luo Baihu patted his chest: "Third son, you can doubt anyone, but you can't doubt Lao Luo's loyalty to Lord Hou and Mrs. Wu Ya.

It was Mrs. Wuya who pulled us back from the grassland in a carriage and saved our lives with big buckets of goat milk. "

(End of this chapter)