Gou is a soldier on the border

Chapter 4 Scouting Team, Wei Yan Wang
The two scout teams rushed towards each other in silence, the only sound in the battlefield was the sound of the horseshoes touching the ground.

In the cold weather, the knights exhaled clouds of white air from their mouths.

The "King Wei Yan" riding a white horse did not give them a chance to confront each other head-on.

Just when they were about to collide with only sixty steps left, they suddenly remembered the sound of bows and arrows leaving the string, and a cluster of crossbow arrows flew towards the team of Beiman scouts.

Although Liang Guo's scouts were few in number, their combat effectiveness was obviously much higher than the opponent's. This round of surprise attack was very effective. Five or six of the northern barbarian scouts fell in one fell swoop. The silence on the battlefield was broken in an instant. The people who fell off the horse and survived were rolling and howling in pain on the ground.

After shooting an arrow, the Liang Guo scouts dropped the crossbow in their hands, and the whole team spread out tacitly to the left and right, leaving only the "Second Young Master" in their mouths, and the "Wei Yan Wang" in the opposite mouth facing each other. of the large force.

The Beiman scouts, who had reached a distance of about fifty steps, shot the arrow in their hands, but the Liang Guo scouts easily pushed aside with their sabers.

Although there were less than ten people in Liang Guo, the troops were divided into three groups to attack the team with more than ten people on the opposite side, but it was like a thousand troops.

The scouts sent out on both sides drew a perfect arc, and immediately penetrated through the weakness of the northern barbarian scout team.

At the same time, the frontal "Wei Yan Wang" also faced the enemy head-on!

In just an instant, the two teams were victorious.

Of the two teams of cavalry passing by, one was intact, while more than half of the Lie Nation's scouts were lost.

The captain of the Lieguo scout who escaped from the dead had a big gash cut on his face by someone's saber, and the blood kept gushing out from the wound. He turned to look at the man on the white horse who killed his team by himself with horror on his face. .

He finally confirmed the true identity of the cavalry squad in front of him.

"It's 'Wei Yan Wang' and the first team of scouts!! Withdraw!"

He roared sternly, and then led his team of less than ten people, rushing forward without looking back.

It's not that no one has ever seen the famous King Weiyan on the border of the Lie Kingdom, it's just that those who have seen him are all dead.

"Wei Yan Wang" turned the horse's head, and the white horse under him was like a white cloth that had been splashed with ink. It was stained with large areas of blood, but not a single drop of blood was his own.

"Five people follow me to chase and kill, and the rest clean up the battlefield."

He shook the reins, and the white horse under him neighed, and chased after the fleeing enemy.

As for the two teams that separated just now, the intact one turned its horse's head and followed behind him in tacit understanding, and chased towards the enemy together.

The rest returned to the battlefield where they had just fought.

Regardless of whether the enemy on the ground was lying still or struggling in pain, they all made a stab at the vital point.

The scout who didn't take part in making up the knife quickly rushed to the side of the only injured companion in the fight just now.

The wounded man was the "third child" who led the way just now.

The knight in charge of the rescue got off his horse and lifted the third child who couldn't hold on any longer and fell to the ground.

"Third brother, how are you doing?"

The third child clutched the wound on his abdomen, the blood had already stained his hand covering the wound.

He grinned with difficulty, revealing a mouthful of white teeth.

"It's okay, I was just bitten by the Northern Barbarian, so I can't die."

The man who supported him quickly took out the wound medicine from a small bag hanging on the belly of his horse, and applied it to the third child's wound.

The stimulation from the contact between the golden sore medicine and the wound made Lao San grit his teeth. Although the veins on his painful forehead were exposed, Lao San did not make a sound from the beginning to the end, silently waiting for Pao Ze to treat his wound.

After the wound was bandaged, the youngest breathed a sigh of relief, and lay down on the ground with the help of his companions.

At this time, the comrades who were cleaning the battlefield not far away had basically finished cleaning, and one of them walked up to the third child with a cloth bag.

"Haha, third child, why aren't you dead?"

"Bah! He Lao Liu, I can't even die if you die. I'm still waiting for you to raise your wife after you die!"

The two big men were making extremely rude jokes. If it weren't for the corpse being moved next to him and the bag still oozing blood in He Laoliu's hand, no one would have thought that this would be a battlefield of life and death before a stick of incense.

The other soldiers piled up the corpses of the enemy soldiers with one ear missing, gathered the scattered horses and the abandoned hand crossbows, and gathered around the two of them.

Not long after, there was the sound of horseshoes in the distance, and everyone except the third child who was inconvenient to move stood up, ready to mount their horses to meet the enemy if something went wrong.

But the appearance of that white horse let everyone breathe a sigh of relief.

The image of the Second Young Master has not changed much from before the pursuit just now, but the white horse he is riding has more blood stains.

He held the rein in one hand and a bloody head in the other. He was the captain of the northern barbarian scout team.

After the two teams met, the second son threw the head in his hand on the ground.

"Pack up everything and go back to the camp! Sixth, go back and report to the clerk what we have achieved in the past few days."

He Laoliu quickly agreed.

The second son glanced at the third son who was lying on the side wrapped in bandages and was smirking at him.

"Give more points to the third child."

The third child laughed even more silly.

"Thank you, Second Young Master, hahahaha."

When the group went back, the formation was obviously not as good as when they came. After all, there were more than a dozen horses in the team, but two scouts left the team silently after gathering, and went to the distance.

The third child lay on his horse and followed He Laoliu.

He Lao Liu took the reins of the two horses, and while following the large army with ease, he chatted casually with the third child.

"By the way, I was hurt so badly today. My Dalang is obviously weak in his legs. If it weren't for this, I wouldn't have been hit by this knife."

Da Lang is the third son's war horse.

He Lao Liu didn't care.

"Third brother, if you are not strong enough, just say that you are not strong enough. Why are you pulling a horse? Besides, your horse is just like you, an old pervert."

The third bull stared.

"He Lao Liu! Let your mother fart! Let's have a fight when I recover from my injury, and see if I don't wring your dog's head off!"

He Lao Liu glanced at the third child with great disdain.

"Cut~"

Because there are wounded in the team, the speed of travel will inevitably slow down, and it will be almost noon.

"All listen to the order and rest for half an hour!"

The second young master stopped when passing by a stream and waved.

The knights fetched water and started a fire to cook in an orderly manner. This place was relatively close to Liang Guo's camp, so there was no danger in lighting a fire for cooking.

The second young master did not get off his horse, but rode his horse to a place with relatively high terrain.

He got off his horse, sat facing north, took out a piece of baked naan from the bag, broke it open and took a bite.

At this time, the soldiers under him brought him a bag of clean water.

He just took a mouthful of water and took a mouthful of naan, looked in the direction of the enemy, and started to eat.

Half an hour later, the troops regrouped and headed for the camp forty miles away.

(End of this chapter)