Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

Chapter 120 Raid
At dawn, the rain finally stopped, and the dawn light penetrated the gradually dissipating rain clouds, embedding a golden border on the eastern horizon.Wang Wenzuo took off his heavy cloak, wiped the rain off his face, looked intently at the village in the distance, and asked, "Where is the Mohe thief?"

"Hmm!" The guide's voice almost squeezed through his teeth: "It's over there. They have been looting all over the past few days, and then they come back here."

"In other words, this is their lair!" Wang Wenzuo asked: "It's been four or five days, and there should be trenches and barriers!"

"No, no!" The guide hurriedly replied: "These barbarians are very lazy, they only stayed for a few days, how could they spend so much effort!"

With the passage of time, Wang Wenzuo gradually could clearly distinguish the village from the mottled background. Like most villages on both sides of the Han River, this village is located on a high hill surrounded by old and cracked stone walls on three sides. The stream crosses the entrance of the village, and on the gentle slope outside the stone wall, there are patches of mulberry and jujube trees, extending all the way to the surrounding fields.The road leading to the entrance of the village has two crossbars, and behind it are several grass sheds, which are obviously used for sentry posts. The road leading to the entrance of the village is blocked by a raised soil slope, so it is not clear whether there are more fortifications.

"Let me rush in with the cavalry!" He Bayong's voice was full of uncontrollable excitement.

"No, it rained all night last night, and the ground is soft, be careful!" Cui Hongdu voted against it: "Send a small team to touch it from the west, where there are forests, the thieves can't see it!"

"I'm fine with a ground softer than this!" He Bayong retorted: "There is a stone wall to the west, so we can't see what's in the forest?"

"Every guy thinks he's okay before falling off the horse!" Cui Hongdu retorted: "It's a pity they don't have a next chance!"

"Okay, stop arguing!" Wang Wenzuo interrupted the quarrel of his subordinates: "Hongdu, you take 100 people to the west, and when you touch the stone wall, you wave the white flag, and then He Ba leads the frontal attack on horseback, that's it!"

"Yes!" He Bayong and Cui Hongdu looked at each other, snorted coldly, turned around and left each other, watching the back of his subordinates leave, Wang Wenzuo stroked his beard, the sense of competition between the two of them seemed a bit too much recently up.

When the agreed white flag swayed on top of a certain mulberry tree on the west slope of the village, Wang Wenzuo breathed out a long breath. It seemed that the victory was mostly in his hands. He said to the orderly at the side: "Beat the drums!"

The horse's hooves trampled on the ground, splashing mud and water, He Bayong stepped on the stirrups with both feet, sat up slightly, with the horn bow on his left arm, and the spear in his right hand. He drew the bow and released the arrows, but probably because of panic, the bow was not fully drawn, and the flying arrows could not penetrate the armor.He Bayong kicked the horse's belly hard, and his ginger stallion jumped over the crossbar and rushed into the crowd. The huge momentum immediately knocked an enemy away, and the subsequent flow of people broke through the horse and pushed the crossbar away. The Mohe people behind the horse were drowned.

He was still asleep a second ago, and suddenly, Qi Sibiyu woke up with a start.

The room was dark, only a beam of morning light poured in from the window near the roof. A woman was lying prone beside the bed, her face was half covered by black hair, and there were tears in the corners of her eyes. A bearskin was spread on the floor, and the sound of drums came from the bed outside the window. Boom, boom, every beat hits the heart.

Are you from Silla?But isn't the army of the Silla people all in Shuchuan City?Qi Sibiyu jumped off the bed and rushed to the window, only to see that this group of uninvited guests had rushed into the village, and the morning sun shone on their armor, shining golden. This kind of army is not something that a mere city lord of Silla can possess.

"Could this be the Hwarang team of the Silla people?" Qi Sibiyu murmured to himself. He had also heard the reputation of these warriors from Goguryeo. Why did the elite of the world appear here?For a moment, Qi Si Bi Yu couldn't help being blindfolded.

"Fight, fight!"

The door was pushed open, a warrior rushed in, yelled at Qi Si Bi Yu, and woke him up.The leader of the Baishan Division grabbed the horn hanging on the wall, took a deep breath, and blew it.

woohoo woohoo!
The sound of the horn was like the whimper of an ancient giant beast, echoing over the village, and Mohe people poured out of the houses like a tide.Like most ethnic groups still in the tribal stage, the military organization of the Mohe people is based on their blood relationship—that is, all members of the same family form a unit, and then several families of the same tribe form a larger unit, The benefits of doing this are obvious. Each unit has a strong centripetal force. Even in an unfamiliar and dangerous environment, it is rare to collapse and abandon members to escape; but from another perspective, this kind of army The upper limit is not high, because unless the commander himself is the leader of the tribe, he can't ensure that the army obeys orders at critical times. This is why Gao Sheji discarded these Mohe people as abandoned sons. If the boss suddenly turned against him or retreated without a fight, it would be too late to regret.

"Shield wall, shield wall!" Qi Sibiyu yelled loudly, and inserted the end of his long shield into the soil. His younger brother stood on his right, and his youngest uncle was on his left, with his red cloak and The high-topped helmet of dragon feathers was like a banner, and the Mohe people gathered together, stuck the ends of their shields into the soil, and stood shoulder to shoulder like a low wall.

"Rush over, rush over, and scatter these barbarians!" Standing on the saddle, He Bayong shouted loudly, his spear had already been broken, and he held a knife in his hand. More than a dozen horsemen followed closely, forming a wedge shape Rush towards the shield wall.

"Shoot arrows, shoot horses!" Qi Sibiyu shouted loudly, he knew how strong the iron armor on these enemy knights was, but their mounts had no protection, a knight without a horse is like a man without legs, ten Ninety percent of the cost is gone.

The archers of the Mohe people draw the horn bows in their hands. Unlike the nomads who live in the dry grasslands with open vision, the Mohe people living in the dense forests and swamps have slightly longer horn bows, longer saws, and longer arrows. , heavier, at the cost of sacrificing the range, the lethality of the arrow is enhanced, that is, "the arrow is heavy, the bow is strong, and the shot is not far away. Don't shoot lightly, the shot will hit the person, and the hit will die!"

This time, He Bayong personally experienced the Mohe people's shooting skills. He only heard a soft sound, and the horse under his crotch stood upright on its hind legs, kicking its hooves. He hurriedly threw off the stirrup, rolled off the horse, and Out of the corner of his eye, he saw that the horse had been hit by three arrows in the chest.

(End of this chapter)