The Widowed Mother, a Valiant General

The terrain to the West was not suitable for riding, so they had to run all the way. Thirty miles, they still had to run for a while.

Most of the soldiers of wanjiancheng who camped on the West Bank of the tributary of the Yellow River are still asleep, and only a few patrolmen are looking around with a thousand mile eye.

Lu Qing is sleepy. She wants to sleep all the fatigue during this period.

Moreover, yumingchuan didn't bother her these two days, which made her want to sleep all day, especially holding her big heater.

Lu Qing slept like a dead pig, but Yu Mingchuan opened his eyes at this time.

Every half hour, scouts will quietly come to yumingchuan's camp and talk about the situation in the East, because they all speculate that Murong TuYan should take action.

Sure enough, at dawn, the scouts reported that nearly a thousand Xianbei people had come, five miles from the East Bank of the river.

Yumingchuan carefully pulled Lu Qing off his body, put on his war robe, and planned to go out, but he was pulled by one.

"Murong's coming?" Lu Qing looked at yumingchuan with bright eyes. In the dark morning light, those eyes were like shining gemstones, straight to the bottom of yumingchuan's heart.

"HMM." Yu Mingchuan nodded, bent down and helped Lu Qing tuck in his quilt corner.

"Bad faith!" Lu Qing lifted the quilt and sat up.

"It's just a thousand archers. You might as well do it, madam. Sleep for a while." Yu Mingchuan squeezed Lu Qing's face reluctantly, lowered his head and kissed her.

"You know, as soon as you leave me, I will be in danger. Can you rest assured that I sleep here alone?"

Lu Qing turned to bite Yu Mingchuan's hand. As a result, Yu Mingchuan put his finger into her mouth with a smile and poked it on her tongue.

Lu Qing naturally understood what this meant when they had been together for so long and stared at yumingchuan,

"Where are they?" Lu Qing spits out Yu Mingchuan's fingers and starts looking for her clothes.

"It's estimated that there are three miles to the river bank." Yu Mingchuan took Lu Qing's clothes from one side and began to help her wear them.

Lu Qing also has a armor, which is lighter than yumingchuan's. she didn't wear it on the road before. She put it in the camp these two days. Once the war starts, she also has to protect it.

After the armour was fastened, they simply washed and went out of the camp.

The terrain here is much higher than that of the Central Plains. It seems that the sun came out earlier. Just now, the world was still gray. In the blink of an eye, a red glow appeared, and it seems that the sunrise is about to break out.

Facing the faint glow, Lu Qing stood on the side of yumingchuan and looked across the river.

These archers are smart, because they are against the light.

Lu Qing took a telescope and began to look at the people opposite.

Sure enough, many Xianbei people with yellow hair on their heads. This is the first time she has seen so many blondes.

After careful observation, Lu Qing found that these Xianbei people do not look like Nordic people. Their eyebrows, eyes and facial features are more exquisite. The pair of men and women standing in the front are almost carved out of white jade.

Especially that woman, let Lu Qing think of Bai Jitai. Although she is not as beautiful as Bai Jitai, she has a different flavor. Even if her face is cold, even ordinary men can't refuse.

Thousands of archers gathered on the West Bank of the river and pointed their arrows at the team on the East Bank of the river.

The two teams were opposite each other across the river for a moment without taking any action.

Lu Qing was a little anxious. She felt that at the moment when the sun came out, the other party would surely shoot an arrow, because they were facing the sun at that time, and they would be blinded briefly at that moment.

Yumingchuan seemed to be aware of Lu Qing's uneasiness, quietly held her hand, then slightly lowered his head and leaned close to Lu Qing's ear.

"Don't be afraid, madam. The shield is already ready."

Lu Qing turned around and looked around. Sure enough, there was a shield beside the archer.

This shield is different from those used in the Central Plains at present. The middle is made of rattan. The outer layer is covered with cow leather, but the inner layer is attached with a thin steel plate.

Such a shield is not only difficult for bows and arrows to penetrate, but also light and strong. Unless the enemy also has a sharp weapon like a green knife, it is difficult to break this shield.

So can Xianbei people's arrow feather?

Everyone is waiting for the moment when the sun rises.

This tributary of the Yellow River is about 100 meters wide where they stand against each other. The effective killing distance of wanjiancheng's bow is 150 meters. Lu Qing feels that the bow of Xianbei people should not reach this range.

After all, their bows were improved. At this time, only some heavy crossbows could reach this effective killing distance.

So, when the sun was about to roll out, yumingchuan suddenly raised her hand. Lu Qing thought she was going to shoot an arrow, but yumingchuan suddenly began to retreat.

The soldiers around were also in the tide and suddenly retreated a distance.

Lu Qing estimated that it was 30 meters.

I immediately understood yumingchuan's intention.

The other party is also standing on the Bank of the river. If you want to shoot them effectively, you can only stand on the river, otherwise the effective range is not enough.

The distance they retreated to, within their own effective range, can be said to be safe and easy to fight back.

The movement here was naturally noticed on the other side of the river.

Murong Yuehua's face became colder and colder.

Originally, she thought that the other party was so brazen and naturally a hard bone, so she planned to fight with them at the moment. She didn't believe that the Chinese archers could be better than theirs, nor that the Chinese bows and crossbows were better than theirs.

Therefore, when I saw those Han people with shields, my ice blue eyes were full of disdain.

A tall man standing among the Han people seemed to have some boldness of vision, especially at the moment when others raised their hands, Murong Yuehua suddenly tightened her heartstrings, pulled the long bow behind her and aimed at the man.

She thought that if he wanted to order the shooting of arrows in advance, he should have predicted their plot.

Then she was disappointed.

The man actually told everyone to step back and didn't stop until he was several feet away.

At that distance, their archers can only shoot, but they have lost their power.

Shameless!

At this time, Murong Huan also began to curse. Now, even if the sun came out, they had no sense of attack and wasted arrow feathers in vain.

Yumingchuan smiled and took Lu Qing's hand, waiting for the sun to rise.

Lu Qing's other hand, holding a telescope, continued to observe the other side.

She saw the anger on the blonde boy's face and the cold on the woman's face.

It seems that they are very angry.

The morning glow became more and more intense, just like burning at the edge of the sky. Behind the thick clouds at the edge of the sky, there were thousands of golden lights. Just step on the thick clouds.

Lu Qing's eyes narrowed again.

Something's wrong with the woman opposite.