Red Mansion Soldiers

Chapter 23

The Qi army filed in and began to search for Lazang Khan.

Prosperity and wealth belong to him.

Aser and Chaganba Ri rushed to the front, leading the staff straight to the meditation room.

Finding that Lhazang Khan was not found, he dragged all the monks up and took them to the square.

On the other side, Jia Hun also walked to the Sakyamuni Hall.

When I entered the door, I saw a big lama lying in a pool of blood. Looking carefully, he was still struggling.

Jia Hun hurriedly ordered someone to call the military doctor. At this moment, the great lama looked back and opened his eyes. Seeing that it was a group of Qi soldiers, he revealed a cheerful smile.

"General, that man ran towards, towards the back door..." The voice became weaker and weaker, but the great lama insisted on finishing his last words.

Looking at the merciful Buddha for the last time, looking at the resplendent and resplendent hall where he had lived all his life, his bloodless lips seemed to want to say something, but he really didn't have the strength to say it. He closed his eyes in relief, and passed away.

There was a sound of running behind, and the other big lamas in the temple were pushed into the main hall by Cha Ganbari. Seeing the big lama lying in a pool of blood, they hurriedly put their hands together and recited the "Primary Vow Sutra".

"Give it a good burial." Jia Hun turned his head and looked at the group of monks, leaving only one sentence, grabbed a young novice and ran back.

. . . . . .

Razang Khan did not run towards the palace on the mountain.

Looking at the posture of this group of Qi troops, it can be seen that they are well prepared. Who knows how much gunpowder they still have after blowing up the temple gate?

His cowardice looked more ominous depending on the situation. The screams of thousands of people before they died even made him feel terrified even after he ran far away.

As for the guards made up of the servants in the palace and the descendants of the nobles?

Forget it, it sounds bad.

He didn't want to take the risk, and there was no suspense about where to run.

The northern army is too far away, and it is very difficult to fight against the Qi army. If you run there by yourself, you will definitely spread a lot of rumors and shake the morale of the army.

So he decided to run eastward. Anyway, he had ordered Chahan Danjin of the Eastern Army to withdraw. Although 3 people were lost in the First World War, the Southwest Qi Army suffered a lot of casualties. The Eastern Army still maintained its numerical advantage. Therefore, at most, the Qi army hung behind the army to monitor the evacuation.

Lazang Khan and dozens of guards quickly disappeared into the snowy night.

With the little novice leading the way, Jia Hun and others quickly discovered Lazang Khan's trace.

a golden knife.

After Chaganbari's identification, this is indeed something that only the Khan can have.Razang Khan did run away from here.

Jia Hun opened the map in his mind.

On the map, a cavalry team of about forty people ran towards the east.

"Chen Jingyuan, Shui Che, Shi Yuanxiu listen to the order! You quickly take over Sunlight City with 2000 people, and the rest of you follow me to capture Lazang Khan!"

Putting on another fur coat over the armor, Jia Hun got on his horse and chased eastward.

Chen Jingyuan and others agreed, and Niu Zhao and others mounted their horses and chased Jia Hui.

The iron armor on the chest of the horse had already been removed by Jia Hun. This thing could defend against spearmen's stabbing to a certain extent, but now it was a duel between cavalrymen. Jia Hun took off the thing that affected the speed and threw it in the on the ground.

There was a neighing sound from a horse beside him, and he turned his head to see that it was his other two Yili horses.

Jia Hui whistled, and the two horses followed behind him.

Throwing some bits and pieces of unimportant things on the ground one by one, I am getting farther and farther away from the soldiers and horses of the headquarters, and the things I throw down are used as road signs.

The speed of the horse gradually stabilized, maintained a constant speed, and gradually approached Lhazang Khan's department.

Soon, the map showed that Lazang Khan and others had slowed down.

Seeing this, Jia Hun waved his whip quickly, and the horse immediately went up a step and rushed towards Lhazang Khan.

The snow is getting bigger and bigger, the whole field of vision has become white, and the ears are full of wind.

The old King Khan couldn't bear the high-intensity riding and galloping. His waist became more and more sore, as if it was about to break, so he quickly slowed down the horse.

Seeing this, the guard also slowed down.

The prosperity over the years has also corroded their will, making these warriors who were once powerful on the plateau, even among the cowards, feel exhausted.

As soon as they got off the horse, several people fell to the ground and got up with difficulty. The rest of them also supported the saddle and hung their waists, looking like they were old.

Lhazang Khan looked at these old brothers who had followed him for decades, the youngest of them was already forty, and the elder was older than himself.

Years of fighting and retirement have reduced the number of the team that maintains the balance of the plateau from more than 8000 to nearly 9000 to less than 5000.

It's not that he doesn't want to recruit new people, but that he really can't believe it.

After defeating his younger brother, who was presumptuously called Khan, he suddenly selected a group of cowards, which really made the Tubo and Heshuote masters unresponsive, but since then, every time a grassroots emerges, it will be either or The large tribes of Tubo or Heshuote accepted pawns and became their disciples.

And those new recruits who took the initiative to join themselves died of various inexplicable reasons, and after the rest married the noble daughters of the big tribe, Lhazang Khan never recruited any more people.

From this point of view, they seem to want to live longer than themselves.

But he later found out that he was wrong, this group of people just need to live longer than their own cowardice.

Razang Khan still underestimated this group of people.

The defeat in the Northwest decades ago was because someone leaked his whereabouts, and the damned Jia Daishan chased him all the way.

Qi Xue, who was originally nearly [-], was left with just over [-] after the first battle.

This is the most elite army on the plateau!The loss of nearly 4000 people has severely damaged his power. He who originally said that he can control the court situation has become the weakest of the three legs.

So he never let his timidity go to the battlefield again.

In the past few years, the number of cowardly people has dropped to more than [-], which is even more excessive. They are becoming more and more rude to themselves, and the confrontation in the court is becoming more and more blatant.

In order to maintain his own rule, and to alleviate the growing confrontation between the two races, when the Timurids came to contact him to attack Daqi, he agreed without hesitation and studded.

Only when internal contradictions are transformed into external contradictions can his country have a chance of survival.

When his mind was overwhelmed, Lhazang Khan took out a piece of tsampa from his bosom, which was put on the altar.

The rest of the people also took out their own food.

Supplementing physical strength is important.

A sound of horseshoes in the distance aroused everyone's vigilance, and they hurriedly put the rest of their belongings back into their pockets and took out their weapons.

The cowardly old Xue at the end tightened his bowstring.

In the shadow of a tall human figure in the distance, he is getting closer and closer.

Just as the bow-wielding old soldier took aim, a black feathered arrow pierced his chest.

The force brought by the three-stone hard bow and the heavy arrow instantly penetrated his old iron armor and shot through his body. An arrow shot out from behind, and the force brought forced him to take a few steps back and fell unwillingly.

"Khan, let's go!" The five of them got on their horses first, stood in front of King Khan, and wanted to shoot at Jia Hun.

But as soon as he drew the arrow, he was shot down by Jia Hun in an instant.The arrow in his hand also fell to the ground.

"Khan, let's go, I'll cover you later!"

The timid Xue Qianhu who was closest to Jia Hun recovered from the shock brought by Jia Hun's five arrows, jumped on his horse, drew his scimitar and rushed towards Jia Hun.

The ten or so cowardly Xue Xue behind him also reacted, and also drew out their scimitars and rushed towards Jia Hun.

Jia Hun also rode towards the old Qianhu, and when they were still ten steps away, Jia Hun drew another heavy arrow from his quiver. , but it was too late, he was shot between the eyebrows by an arrow, and his entire skull was blown away.

The corpse fell from the horse's back weakly, and the scimitar in his hand slipped from his hand and fell to the ground
Jia Hun quickly put the big bow barrel into the bow bag, pulled out two short spears from his back, and slashed at the two cowards who were approaching.

Two low-quality scimitars hit Jia Hun's chest, but were blocked by the thick leather jacket and armor made of fine steel. Jia Hun's body was only leaned back, and he quickly stabilized his position without causing any damage. harm.

Jia Hun threw out the short spear in his left hand again, piercing a man's neck. With a wave of his right hand, he chopped off the chain mail of the man on the right and scraped off a piece of flesh from his neck. With a knife, he covered the gap in his neck with both hands, lost his balance and fell off his horse, breaking his neck.

After the person on the left fell to the ground, someone raised a knife and slashed over. Jia Hun turned to the right, pulled out a small meat-cutting knife with his left hand, and punched the person in the ribs. The painful person shrank to the side. Immediately straightened up, the knife in his left hand slit the throat of the visitor.

He threw the knife in his left hand again, and hit a cowardly eye. The man subconsciously threw away the scimitar in his hand. Jia Hun also rode up to him, and slapped the knife into his head with one palm, leaving only the end of the handle exposed. A small piece of brass, the man straightened up and fell off his horse.

Several people died in the blink of an eye, which made the cowards who had fought all over the plateau feel timid.

Jia Hun began to pant heavily.

"Don't be afraid, he's running out of strength, hurry up!"

Seeing Jia Hun's appearance after strenuous exercise, he felt that he was the kind of fast-moving guy, and the cowards immediately felt that it was okay, and rushed up again.

With difficulty, Jia Hun pulled out a short spear with his left hand, panted heavily, and looked at the few people rushing towards him.

"No, he's just pretending, retreat quickly!" Seeing this scene, the experienced Lazang Khan faintly remembered decades ago, when the naughty Jia Daishan killed his general in the same way.

Shouting to the few people who had rushed out, Lazang Khan jumped on the horse again, ignoring the pain in his old waist, and the cowards who watched the theater around him saw that Da Khan was about to slip away on the horse, so they also jumped on the horse. Get on the horse and chase after King Khan.

The cowards rushing forward were startled by Lazang Khan's actions. Jia Hun was also a little moved by Lazang Khan's decisiveness, but his attention soon returned to the battlefield.

Before the cowards could turn their heads, they knocked on the horse's belly again. The horse suffered from pain, and the speed increased a little. Throat.

The few cowards in the back quickly turned their horses and chased after Da Khan.

Jia Hun hurriedly threw the short spears of both hands one after another, hit the back, and fell off the horse. It seemed that he would not survive.

Just as he was about to continue the pursuit, the speed of the horse under his crotch suddenly slowed down. Jia Hun quickly took out his big bow from the left side, drew out a long arrow, and drew the bow to the full string. Letting go, the long arrow shot out, hit the back of the man's heart, and fell on the horse's neck. The horse rushed forward a dozen steps without knowing it, and the corpse on its back was shaken off the horse's back.

There was a sound of horseshoes behind him, and his two Yili war horses followed the large army.

Jia Hun breathed a sigh of relief, turned over and got off the horse, but he didn't take the saddle off the horse's back immediately. It was freezing cold, so the horse couldn't be exposed to the wind and cold.

"Brother!" Niu Zhao rode up to Jia Hun's side, and the horse jumped to the ground without stopping.

Jia Hun looked at his legs with emotion.

"If you don't get off your horse like this, you will regret it sooner or later."

"This... change it, change it, definitely change it." Niu Zhaogang wanted to refute a few words, but seeing Jia Hun glaring at him, he immediately changed his words.

"Okay, let's find a place sheltered from the wind and set up a quick-dismantling camp, take a good rest, and continue chasing him tomorrow. Those old things are not healthy, so they can't run far." After finishing speaking, Jia Hun rode on and led him over. Ma, looked at the map and walked southeast.

　Huh, the update has caught up with the inventory, starting tomorrow, one chapter every night, around one o'clock.I will try to update to [-] words, at least [-] words.

　　In addition, I probably, seemingly, maybe, almost received a short message from the website. The writer assistant said that I have reached the signing standard or something, and I will ask tomorrow.

　　In addition, thank you for your recommendation tickets, I will not write them one by one.

　　Finally, I sincerely thank everyone for their support. This is my first book, and I won’t cut it just for the sake of word of mouth. I will do my best to finish this book!
　　


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