My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 283 Blitz on Xirong
Thousands of troops and horses rushed from south to north, attacking at extremely fast speeds.

The winter sunshine occasionally shines through the cracks in the sky, or in the dark night with heavy snow, the running soldiers cross each other, and after entering Xirong's tribe, they continue to run forward non-stop, leaving behind the remains of corpses, and the fleeing herdsmen everywhere. He fled, and was subsequently killed by the Youyan soldiers who swept in.

The speed of the war was very fast. The Tang army, which had only experienced one war, looked frightened and overwhelmed from the early stage of massacring a tribe. The superior officer yelled: "If they don't die, it will be your wives, children, and children who will die in the future!"

"what!"

The hesitation on Tang's soldier's face turned into a ferocious expression as he held the blade in his hand. He rushed into the tent and slashed at the people inside wildly.

Blood flew out along the flesh and blood cut by the knife, and the screams of men and the cries of women were mixed together. The herdsmen who rushed out of the tent had no time to find their horses, and were driven together by the soldiers of the Tang Army who rushed into the tribe. Children were crowded among them. Crying loudly, the old man fell down and was trampled under his feet, holding his arms in pain. There were also desperate herdsmen who rushed out with scimitars and let the crossbow arrows be nailed to death in the snow.

As Qin Qiong, who was used to seeing the cruelty of war and was a barbarian on the grassland, he showed no mercy at all and only left one sentence: "Clear them as soon as possible, rest in their tents, and then prepare to alternate with the Youyan army behind them."

Groups of Tang troops surrounded the tribe. Blood exploded and splashed. Hundreds of swords slashed randomly on the circular line, causing large pieces of blood and flesh to fly. Some wanted to resist and stretched out their hands to block it. In the blink of an eye, their arms flew up. , the woman took off her clothes, knelt on the ground and kept kowtowing, wanting to trade her body for a life. Yan Bing, who wielded the knife, hesitated for a moment, and then was kicked by his companion. He gritted his teeth and slashed the opponent's face with the knife.

The half-dead woman rolled on the ground and screamed in agony. The white broken bones were exposed from the middle of her face. The ground was covered with blood and seeped into the dry soil.

The corpses of the herdsmen were piled up in layers, and there was no sound anymore. Several fierce Tang Army generals pulled out the corpses, chopped off the heads with frightened and crying expressions with their knives, and piled them all outside the tribe.

The soldiers who killed several tribes in a row quickly got into the tent, opened the bag on their back, took out a thin blanket and the herdsman's leather jacket to cover themselves, and took the time to rest.

The Youyan army, who had rested for the night, entered the camp, got on the carriages one after another, took over from the Tang army along the next scheduled target, and continued to attack.

Huge chaos is spreading, and for the Yan army rushing into the grassland, this is a race against time.

When the tribe was massacred, a few days later two alternating armies marched in a straight line to the north of the central grassland. One tribe after another was destroyed in the windy and snowy winter.

As they quickly entered the hinterland of the central grassland, a tribe finally realized something was wrong.However, before they could gather the cavalry, the infantry of Youyan Army, which was completely killed and went crazy, arrived earlier than they expected. Then, they attacked like crazy and fired a large number of crossbows at them. Many herdsmen died during the charge. , and the entire tribe also lit up a fire.

Five miles away from the battlefield, Li Jing was wearing warm winter clothes and a large cloak. He glanced at the black smoke floating in the sky in the distance, casually took the map handed over by his guard, looked down at it carefully, and handed it to Zhang beside him. Yi, looking at the direction of the fighting: "... When I destroyed the Turks, I was a hundred times more ferocious than now. Okay, let the soldiers in front save their energy, and then it's time to release some bait to lure them over. "

The news that fifteen tribes had been massacred one after another in the central grassland within ten days was reaching the northernmost Zizhu tribe in the central region at a very fast speed.

On December [-], the heavy snow had stopped, and darkness came earlier than summer.

A herdsman who had a chance to escape took this news and rushed madly into the royal court of the central grassland - the royal court of the Zhizhu tribe.

At this time, a huge bonfire was lit here, and the women of the tribe were holding hands and singing and dancing around the bonfire, with unrestrained singing and rhythmic leather drums.

The swaying bonfire dispelled the chill and illuminated the large tent in the middle. Zhi Zhuxie, dressed in full attire, sat on a chair that symbolized the position of the Khan in the tent, accepting the worship of his sons below, as well as the chief ministers and chief ministers of the tribe. And blessings, today is his 47th birthday.

"...Father, I wish your body will always be as majestic and majestic as the snow-capped mountains, and you will always be the proudest warrior on horseback."

After hearing the blessings from his sons and the compliments from the warriors in the tribe, Xi Zhuxie stood up from the big chair covered with animal skins and solemnly glanced at the nobles and soldiers in the surrounding royal court, "Today is mine. Birthday, I am very happy to be able to spend time with you on this cold winter night..."

"Khan! Yan... Yan's army... has reached the grassland!" The galloping war horses broke into the tribe. Before they came over, the shouts had already reached the royal tent from a distance, and the herdsmen's shouts It seems particularly abrupt in this peaceful atmosphere and bustle.

Zhi Zhuxie, who was replying to everyone, was interrupted. He turned his gaze and everyone around him also stood up and tilted their heads. The herdsman who shouted was brought over by the royal soldiers.

"What's going on? What were you shouting outside just now?!" The joy and peace on Xi Zhuxie's face gradually faded away, and most of the surrounding officials and households looked at each other in shock.

The herdsman cried loudly, and in Xirong language, while gesturing, he said sadly: "They are coming. The army of Yan... country suddenly came from the south... My family and tribe were massacred by them. ”

As the most promising son of the Khan, Xi Zhuquan pulled the herdsman up.

"Which tribe do you belong to!"

"It's the various tribes... The Yan army is coming from the south."

Xi Zhuquan threw him away, turned around and shouted to an accompanying servant: "Go to the big tent and get the map!"

The surrounding celebration scene fell silent. In a moment, the servant also took out a roll of sheepskin and unfolded it in front of everyone. Corpse Zhuquan found the location of each tribe, which was located in the middle and upper area of ​​the central grassland.

"Father Khan, if the other party comes from the south, they need to pass through many tribes. If this is the case, Pixiu, Dangyu, Mizan, Lone Wolf...could all these tribes be..."

Looking at the straight lines connecting the tribes on the sheepskin map, it is not difficult to see that a Yan army is sweeping in with a ferocious attitude, uprooting the tribes one by one along the way to the north, and heading towards the corpse king. court.

The sons of Zizhuxie Khan and a group of tribal warriors all around immediately exploded. The opponent's fighting style was enough to prove the speed of the opponent's attack, which made them dumbfounded.

Zhi Zhuxie's whole body was trembling and shaking slightly, and the firelight shone on his face, which turned red.

"Why did the army of the Yan people come so fast? Aren't they afraid of the cold in this cold winter!" Xi Zhuxie snatched the sheepskin map, crumpled it into a ball in his hands, and squeezed it out between his teeth after a long time. Two words.

"Prepare for battle!"

After the voice fell, he threw the crumpled map on the ground, turned around and walked into the king's tent.

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At the same time, the main force of the cavalry, which was heading north from Yantang Pass in the south, was splitting into two groups and crossing the border of the central grassland.

There are only more than 500 miles left to the Corpse Chaser Royal Court!

"I don't know how the old general's army is advancing." Huo Qubing led the maroon horse and wore a big cloak. He looked to the west. He took off his iron helmet and blew the dust on it. "...If it's too slow, it won't be possible." Waiting for them.”

(End of this chapter)