Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 12
Behind the fence, the crossbowmen held weapons and stood side by side, looking at the darkness in the distance with the help of the firelight, while waiting.Sanqiu held the two-handed ax tightly and stood next to Wang Wenzuo. If he was doomed to die, he would rather die with his master. In his life, this Tang warrior treated him the best, far better than the previous Baekje master.

"The Baekje thief is coming!" Wang Wenzuo shouted.

The crossbowmen leveled their crossbows and pointed them in the direction of the enemy. The firelight shone on the square arrows, flashing a gloomy light.

"Don't panic!" Wang Wenzuo tried his best to make his voice sound calmer. He could feel something passing through the snow and climbing up from the dark and slippery slope. "Don't panic!" He repeated again, and then, seeing a head wrapped in black cloth protruding from the slope, he hurriedly shouted, "Put—!"

The crossbow bolts flew out, and the crossbowmen hurriedly retreated to the back row to reload the crossbows. The archers behind stepped forward and shot the second row of feather arrows. The sound of the corpse sliding on the dirt slope made Wang Wenzuo breathe a sigh of relief.

"Sanlang, do you feel something is wrong?" Han Changlue approached from the side. He was only in his early thirties, but he was already bald with half of his hair. Not much!"

"That's right!" After being reminded by his companions, Wang Wenzuo also discovered that although the enemy's movements were not small, the number of arrows and spears they shot was pitifully small, which formed a sharp contrast with their momentum.

"Why don't you let me take a few people out to test it?" Han Changlue asked eagerly. He is an excellent knight, especially with his spear on horseback. He couldn't hold back for a long time.

"Heibu Longdong can't see anything clearly, what are you going for?" Wang Wenzuo rejected his deputy's suggestion without hesitation: "The barbarian's behavior is a bit strange, you tell the archers not to shoot arrows indiscriminately!"

Soon after, Tang Jun's camp gradually calmed down, as if it had been agreed, and the Baekje people also calmed down, with only occasional drums and whistles, and both sides were waiting for dawn.

Although it was long, the night finally passed, and the eastern skyline took on a pale cyan blur.Wang Wenzuo shook his cloak. There was a thin layer of snow on it. He could hear his teeth chattering. He stood up and looked around while moving his hands and feet.

Han Changlue was feeding his horse not far away. About a dozen steps away from him, several people were slaughtering a mule. This unlucky animal was shot by a spear thrown by the attacker last night, and it must have died.He turned his head and looked out of the fence, only to see dozens of thick blue-gray smoke rising from the woods on the opposite hillside. It should be that the Baekje people are warming up.For them, last night will only be more difficult.

"Wang Huochang!"

Wang Wenzuo turned around and saw a thin man named Cui Hongdu. He was the best archer Wang Wenzuo had ever seen. He had good eyesight and a steady hand. The bow was as smooth as Huzhou silk, and he could easily shoot 50 meters. Apples on the stump outside.He nodded to Wang Wenzuo: "The head of the group wants you to go over, there is something to discuss!"

"Thank you!"

Wang Wenzuo took the cup and drank the liquid inside in one gulp. The hot burning sensation made him feel comfortable all over.

"Would you like another drink?"

"Okay!" Wang Wenzuo gratefully handed over the empty cup, and Liu An scooped a spoonful from the earthen pot on the fire, and said with a smile, "Light wine with ginger slices is the best way to dispel alcohol when it's hot." Cold!"

"It would be even better if you add an egg!"

"Add an egg?" Liu An was taken aback when he heard the words, then laughed dumbly and said: "Sanlang, you really know how to enjoy it, you are worthy of being a member of a family, well, if we can go back alive this time, I will definitely add an egg to you when you drink! "Speaking of this, the smile on his face suddenly disappeared: "Sanlang, I have already counted them just now. There are nearly 12 thick smoke on the surrounding hillsides. If there are 2000 people in a bonfire, there are no fewer than [-] thieves. I am outnumbered, and there will be several sieges later, and I cannot command it alone. How about I divide the camp into two sides, hand over the west side to you, and I will come to the north side by myself, how about it?"

It turned out that Liu An had put a lot of thought into choosing the camp earlier. The east and south sides of the Tang army's camp faced water, and the other side was a cliff.

"Obey!" Wang Wenzuo stood up: "Although there is a steep cliff to the south, we still have to guard against thieves taking advantage of the gap. In my opinion, we still have to let people guard it!"

"What Sanlang said is true!" Liu An nodded: "Let Hongdu bring a few people to watch over there, he has good eyesight!"

In the middle of the grove was a great fire pit, surrounded by Baekje warriors, in which flaming walnut branches crackled and spiraled up to the blackened canopy, with walls half earth, half rock, pale Tree roots twisted and twisted in it, like thousands of slowly wriggling snakes.Farther from the fire, where the roots formed something like a staircase, there sat a man with white hair, almost submerged in those huge roots.

"What did you see?" Sha Zha Xiangru asked respectfully.

"An ancient flame, ancient and deep, there are snakes, wolves, tigers, and more, no, I can't see clearly, I can't see clearly, there are too many—" The white-haired man suddenly fell to the ground , twitching violently all over, Sha Zha Xiangru exchanged glances with Hei Chi Chang Zhi at the side, leaned down and asked in a low voice: "Honorable Shaman, I hope you can announce that we will win a big victory today!"

The white-haired man tried his best to raise his head, his lips twitched, but he couldn't speak. The black-toothed Changzhi, who had been waiting impatiently for a long time, bent down and put his face next to his mouth, pretending to understand something, Then he stood up and shouted loudly: "The shaman said that the gods have shown good omens, and we will win a big victory today!"

"Big victory!" Countless arms beside the fire pit were raised like walnut trees.

"The barbarians are coming!"

Although this is not the first time he has been on the battlefield, Wang Wenzuo still feels his breathing is short. The enemy is like sticky honey, flowing out of the woods, overflowing the grass, and rushing towards the Tang army camp. There are only four or four enemies on his side. One-third, maybe even less.Although most of the weapons among the Baekje people are just crude wooden spears and sickles, the hatred and bloodthirsty in their eyes can be felt even a hundred steps away.Wang Wenzuo forced himself to stop thinking, and shouted loudly: "Don't shoot arrows without my order!"

(End of this chapter)