Neon Clothes and Iron Clothes

But he did not sleep peacefully. Even in his dream, danger and fear never let him go. Tenzin lay on the ground with his eyes closed, his muscles tensed, and his head covered in cold sweat, as if he was having an affair with someone in the dream. Deathmatch of titles.

"Master, Master Tenzin!" A soldier shook his shoulder, waking him up from his dream.Tenzin opened his eyes and didn't speak immediately. He was too tired to talk at all. After a few minutes, he stood up from the ground, put on his boots, buckled his belt, and asked, "What's the matter?"

"The thieves are moving the grass!" The soldier pointed not far away and said, "We shot arrows and stones at the people who moved the grass. They held up shields to cover, or hid behind the haystacks. What to do, forget it!"

"Want to attack with fire?" Dan Zeng's tone was a little uncertain. The Qiang captives not far away were very busy. They threw bundles of freshly cut hay on the ground not far from the mound, making a mess.To be honest, this distance is a bit far away from launching a fire attack. What's more, the grassland is not completely dry right now, and even if it is set on fire, it will not burn very far. How to fire attack?
"Where are those cavalrymen?" Dan Zeng looked around, but found no trace of those knights, and asked, "Where did they go?"

"Back back, and then it's gone!"

A gust of wind blows cold air into his messy hair, and Dan Zeng feels a little depressed. If you can't guess what your opponent is going to do next on the battlefield, you will probably be in trouble.But in this kind of flat land, the cavalry will always enjoy the absolute initiative. Thinking of this, he subconsciously looked to the northwest, and the raised snow-capped mountains shone holy in the sun. The holy snow mountain, the flowing snow water, the fertile land by the river and the herds of yaks, he subconsciously reached into his arms and stroked the copper pot, which contained the bones of his friend. He would bring the bones back to his homeland, then he would Who brought back the bones?

While thinking about it, the Qiang captives had moved all the cut hay to a distance of [-] to [-] steps from the mound. More than a dozen people were hit by the stones, and three of them were seriously injured, but no one flinched. Just lying on the ground, biting the bullet, waiting for the signal.

"The grass has been moved! Can we start a fire?" Tuyanmang Jiebo asked nervously.

"Wait a minute!" Acton wet his fingers deep into his mouth, then raised his head to test the wind speed: "Wait a minute, the wind is too strong!"

"The wind is too strong?" Tu Yanmang asked in confusion, "What does it matter?"

"Didn't I just say that I want to eat wild honey? The wind is too strong and it's not worth it if you get stung by a wild bee!"

"Does the wild bee sting hard?" Tuyanmangjiebo was completely confused by Acton's charade, and she asked several times, but Acton kept silent, and just followed the previous instructions every once in a while. Look at the wind.After five or six more attempts, he finally nodded with satisfaction: "Although it's still a bit short, it's almost there, Handuoer, you can start!" He shouted loudly.

Hearing Acton's shout, a Mohe knight next to him responded, took out a flint and hit it twice, lit a torch, then lit a rocket with it, and pointed his full bow at the enemy in the distance. Dry grass, shot with a swishing arrow, the arrow pierced the sky, drew a wonderful arc, and landed on the haystack at the bottom of the hill.The flames rose, but they were not burning vigorously. There was more white smoke, which was blown up the hill with the wind.

"Are you planning to attack with fire?" Tuyanmang Jiebo asked disappointedly: "What's the use of lighting a fire like this, besides, the grass here is still green grass, it can't burn well at all, and the Tubo people are not fools, how could they just stand there?" Burn it for you?"

"No, I plan to use smoke! This kind of half-dry and half-wet grass has the most smoke when burned, and I also asked people to add croton and sulfur to it, and the smoke is even more choking. As long as the Tibetans stay on the mound Come on, they will suffer a lot!"

"Smoke? Wouldn't the Tibetans be fine as long as they descended the mound?"

"It's all flat land here, they don't have cavalry, and I have one man and two horses here! They don't have antler barriers, no matter how tough and durable they are, they will be the ones who will suffer!"

The Qiang girl looked suspiciously at Acton's confident face. From her heart, she certainly hoped that what the knight in front of her said was true, but she had heard a lot about the Tubo people from her elders. In the end, she still whispered: "I hope you are right, and you can defeat this group of Tibetan dogs!"

"Cough cough cough cough! Water, give me water!"

"My eyes, my eyes! I can't see anything!"

"These thieves, what kind of tricks are used to curse my throat!"

The mound was already in chaos, and Dan Zeng didn't pay much attention to it at first, because everyone knew that the grass on the grassland hadn't completely withered and yellow in this season, and it was impossible for large-scale wildfires to occur.But soon billowing thick smoke came with the wind. What's worse, the thick smoke had an extremely severe pungent smell. He was so smoked that his eyes were tearful and he couldn't see anything.Then, there were crazy shouts in my ears, as if I was thrown into the Asura Hell that the monks called.After a while, the yelling turned into howls and moans. He felt that the ground under his feet disappeared, and something poured into his nose and mouth, burning his throat.He was desperate, in pain, and didn't know where he was.In boundless panic, Tenzeng struggled blindly until tears welled up in his eyes, and he could barely see, only to realize that he had rolled down the mound at some point and pulled out of the smog.

The top of the hill was already a scene of hell. Many people crawled around on the ground, groping around, making desperate roars and pleading sounds. The Tubo soldiers, who mistakenly thought they were blind, fell into madness. They waved their weapons in terror, attacking anyone or anything close to them, and fighting imaginary enemies, but most of them just killed their companions. Or be killed by a companion.Only the most astute or lucky few left the mound and out of range of the poisonous smoke.

Tenzeng groped his head and limbs, and was pleasantly surprised to find that he had only a few bruises, and the bones of his head and limbs were intact, even the copper jar containing his friend's bones remained intact in his arms—this It must be Ngawang who is protecting him in the dark!Tenzin said to himself.This lifted his spirits, he stood up, and shouted with the loudest voice: "Don't panic, hold your head and roll down the mound, the area covered by the poisonous smoke is not large, just leave this area for a while It'll be fine!"

Tenzin's shouts played a role, those lucky ones who got rid of the poisonous smoke shouted loudly, and the Tibetans on the top of the mound dropped their weapons one after another, hugged their heads and rolled down from the mound.Although not everyone can be as lucky as Dan Zeng and not suffer any serious injuries, but as long as they can get rid of this terrible poisonous smoke, a little injury is nothing!

But soon the sound of horseshoes broke Dan Zeng's good mood. He realized that the poisonous smoke was only part of the enemy's trick. A few had weapons in their hands—most lost them as they rolled down the mound.Obviously, as long as a few dozen Qiang slaves holding wooden sticks can completely wipe out their own centurions.

"You want to surrender?" Acton lifted the reins and turned the mount around in a circle. He looked at the Tubo officer kneeling on the ground vigilantly, and he could see his body just from his bare arms, shoulders, and face. Seeing seven or eight scars of different sizes, it was obvious that this was a veteran.

"Yes! We have already been defeated, please spare us!" Tenzin didn't speak Tang dialect, but Qiang's words were good. In fact, his mother was a Qiang slave. Regular soldiers, and then rely on military merits to become deputy hundred households.

"The Tubo people said that they have been defeated, and I beg you to spare them!" Tu Yanmang translated angrily.

"Leave them alive?" Acton laughed: "Ask Tuyan Mangjiebo, didn't you say that the Tibetans are very tenacious? Even if the situation is unfavorable, they would rather fight hard than surrender!"

After listening to the translation by the Qiang girl, Dan Zeng could hear the sarcasm in the girl's mouth, but he was not angry: "You are right, it is true in our Tubo, those who die in hard battles will be given tiger skins, The family will also be respected; if a coward is a coward, the family will be ordered to wear fox fur as clothes and be ridiculed by the people in the same department. But now my subordinates can't even see their eyes, they are just people holding wooden sticks Any woman can kill them. It is not brave to let them fight like this, and it is not cowardly to surrender in this situation!"

"It makes sense for you to say so!" Acton nodded: "Come here, tie them up, count the armor and weapons, and the looted property!"

The results of the count were soon reported. There were 64 captured Tubo people, five or six of whom were seriously injured and unable to walk.Acton made the Tubo people use spears to make stretchers, and took the wounded to and fro on the road.

"Akton, I thought you were a good man, but you are so soft-hearted! You are worse than our daughter's family!" Tu Yanmang Jiebo sneered.

"Oh, why do you say that?" Acton laughed.

"Those Tubo wounded soldiers, you still let people make stretchers to carry them back! Why don't you just kill them with one knife?" Tuyan Mang Jiebo sneered: "This time you won the battle, if you lose, The Tubo people would definitely not be so kind, they must have figured it out with one blow!"

"I don't have good intentions!" Acton laughed: "Actually, in the tribe before, I did what you said. If you win, you kill them with a knife. It's not that troublesome. These are taught by teachers in Dinglin Temple." !"

"Teach? Why teach this?"

"Of course it is to treat our own wounded soldiers!" Acton said with a smile: "Shi Fan said that in fact, very few people died immediately on the battlefield, and most of them died because they were injured and did not receive proper care. If 1000 people were killed, at least 3000 people were injured, and at least half of these 3000 people died later. In fact, most of them would not die if they were taken care of carefully. !"

"Take care? What do you mean?"

"For example, use spears or flagpoles to make simple stretchers, put wounded soldiers on them, carry them into tents, give them hot soup, keep them out of the rain and wind, so that many people will survive; He washed and bandaged the wound, applied medicine and took soup, and even fewer people died!"

"Then, why do you want to do this?" The Qiang girl asked in confusion: "Isn't this troublesome?"

"There are many benefits!" Acton said with a smile: "Shi Fan said that one veteran can be worth three recruits on the battlefield, and as long as he survives a war, he is a veteran. Instead of recruiting recruits, it is better to use Take good care of the wounded, and become veterans when they recover! And soldiers are human, and they are afraid of death. If they know that they will be taken care of even if they are injured, do you think they will be braver!"

"That's true!" The Qiang girl nodded: "You really know a lot!"

"Actually, I heard from Shifan that this was all said by the king's governor!" Acton said with a smile: "When the governor was in Baekje, there were only 10,000 soldiers alone and helpless, and the Baekje people and Japanese people he defeated successively added up to [-]+ Man, if he hadn't healed the wounded, he would have been defeated by the enemy long ago!"

"But these Tibetans are your enemies! What's the use of curing them? They won't fight for you!" Tuyan Mangjiebo asked.

"When I came here, I heard you say that Tibetans are not afraid of death, just like evil spirits!" Acton said, "But I just heard from that Tibetan named Tenzin that I think it's not that they are not afraid of death, but that they are afraid of death." Those who are forced have to die. Think about it, according to what he said, if you retreat on the battlefield, not only will you be executed, but your family will also be forced to wear fox fur and be ridiculed for generations. How terrible!"

"That's true! These Tubo people are quite pitiful to hear you say that!" Tuyan Mang Jiebo sighed.

"That's why I want to hand over these injured Tubo people to Dudu Wang, and let him think about what to do! He is the smartest person in the world, and he will definitely be able to come up with a good solution!" Acton laughed.

In the row of captives, Dan Zeng walked slowly with his head lowered. The hemp rope wrapped around his neck had worn away his skin, and the blood soaked the hemp rope, revealing red marks, but he didn't seem to feel anything. Just lower your head and walk forward step by step.

"You guys, yes, it's you guys, come over and change, go and carry the stretcher!" the Qiang people pointed at Tenzin and shouted, the fate is so wonderful, these Qiang people were still prisoners of Tenzin just one day ago, and Now the wheel of fortune has turned upside down, the Tubo people have become prisoners of war, and the Qiang people have become escorts.