Farmer of Shu Han

The unique whistle of the battalion under the Hu Qiang captain rang.

As the password was passed down, the soldiers began to prepare for the battle nervously and orderly.

"How were the casualties last night?"

Feng Yong asked.

Standing beside him, the staff officer who listened to orders at any time quickly replied: "Returning to the head of the mountain, one of the soldiers was injured by an arrow. It is said that a sculptor on the opposite side shot a cold arrow."

The staff responsible for the first-hand data is very conscientious.

"Huh?" Feng Yong frowned slightly when he heard this, "Everyone in the army is wearing armor, how could they still be shot?"

I wear short-sleeved iron fish-scale armor, with short sleeves on top to protect my arms.

The main part of the body is longer than the current mainstream armor, and the protection reaches below the waist, which increases the protection area.

At the same time, the thighs are also wrapped in leather armor for enhanced protection.

If the two armies confronted each other, even in the face of a rain of arrows, the armored person would have a high probability of surviving, let alone a few cold arrows?

"Last night, the barbarians made a sudden feint attack with great momentum, and our number was too small. That battalion was not a battalion on duty, but a temporary deployment."

The staff officer explained, "So in a hurry, many people didn't have time to put on the iron armor. However, the soldiers are lined with silk clothes, so it is easy to pull out the arrow, and the wound is not a big problem."

Feng Yong just nodded.

The area from Daxia County to Didao is considered to be under the control of Dahan.

What's more, the defeated barbarian was on the opposite side, no one would have thought that someone would dare to come and stroke the tiger's beard.

After all, it is impossible for soldiers to sleep in iron armor when they are idle.

It was the staff officer's words that made Feng Yong notice this young man again.

The newly rising Chuyang sprinkled golden rays of light and fell on him, revealing the youthful vigor unique to him.

The young man's face was blushing, and he seemed a little excited and a little nervous.

This touched Feng Yong's heart, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered a text: "The Stubborn Little Ghost".

In the red era, how many young men like this have stepped onto the battlefield, using their immature shoulders to hold up the hope of the nation's rise?

Today, these young men who come out of the school are not only the hope they planted, but also the most primitive fire that makes the big man change his original trajectory.

Feng Yong walked up to him, squeezed his shoulder, and asked, "Are you all dressed up?"

The staff officer also serves as the herald next to Feng Yong. For the sake of lightness on his body and the convenience of running to deliver orders, he usually does not wear iron armor, only leather armor.

And if it came to the time when even the staff had to fight in person, it meant that the enemy had rushed ahead of Feng Yong.

At that time, it didn't matter whether leather armor or iron armor.

"Hui Shanchang, I haven't taken it off since I put it on last night."

The staff officer answered loudly.

Nanxiang students, most of them are now sent down to the grassroots to become the most basic power organizers.

Only the best students have the opportunity to enter the military staff, and the number is very small.

Still the same sentence, those who can become famous ministers and generals in a troubled world where life is like nothing, have always been the luckiest, not the most talented.

The staff officers who were born as students in these schools are not low in talent.

In Feng Yong's view, he has changed their original destiny, and it would be best if they are lucky.

Even if there are no lucky ones, they will be the middle-level backbone of the army in the future, no loss!

"I remember, your surname is Zhang, right?"

"Report to the head of the mountain, yes. The student's name is Zhang Yuan, and his name is Muzhi."

"Zhang Muzhi? Zhang... Uh, uh, does this name sound familiar?"

Feng Yong was taken aback, and looked at the student who was looking at him with fanatical eyes, thinking that this is a coincidence? Or is it inevitable?

Thinking of this, he carefully observed the other person's face, well, except for a few pimples, there were no pockmarks.

"Your calligraphy is very good, who picked it?"

Zhang Yuan's face was so red that he was about to bleed, and his body was trembling slightly: "Mr. Xuetang gave it to me."

"The students didn't have words. After learning that the students were selected to be with the head of the mountain, the master said that the students would make contributions in the future and be the herdsmen of the emperor."

"If there is no word, it will make people laugh, so I give students the word Muzhi."

When Feng Yong heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched. You, sir, really have the foresight!

Feng Shanchang patted his student on the shoulder involuntarily, and encouraged him: "I also believe that you will make great achievements in the future."

"Muzhi, Muzhi, this word means that you will not be unknown."

Hearing these words, Zhang Muzhi felt as if his blood had been pumped out: "Students will definitely not fail the expectations of the master!"

At this time, the barbarians outside the camp also began to move, and the sound of whining horns sounded.

"It looks like Feng Langjun is going to fight the barbarians in place?"

"This is a circular formation."

The person who spoke was a man with elegant demeanor. If Xu Miao, governor of Liangzhou, were here, he would be able to recognize this man as the Korean medical worker who treated Hao Zhao.

"The round formation focuses on defense. Feng Yong knows that we are on the side, so it is normal to be cautious."

Han Yigong showed a clear expression on his face, "At the same time, it can be seen that he disdains the Qiang Hu soldiers. He dared to fight head-on with more than 2,000 Hu soldiers with three hundred people."

The defeated soldiers who were able to escape Jufu Liu Hun's pursuit naturally relied on four legs, and two legs could only be used as laborers.

So this group of Hu soldiers gathered by Korean medical workers are all cavalry.

The defensive direction of the Han army's circular array is the north, where the Hu soldiers gather the most.

Hu Bing's move confirmed Feng Yong's thought that the other party wanted to drive him south.

It's just that although this group of Hu soldiers gathered early, they kept making noises, and they didn't start to charge until the sun was about to rise to the mid-heaven.

The arrows fired by the heavy crossbow poured out like rain, and the first batch of Hu cavalry began to fall after two hundred steps.

Before they could reach fifty paces, they were killed and dispersed.

Han Yigong frowned: "The crossbow array of the Han army is so powerful?"

Faced with Hu Qi's first charge, Feng Yong's eyelids didn't even twitch.

Su Bing didn't have much fighting spirit in the first place, and as a lieutenant protecting the Qiang, he naturally knew some characteristics of the Hu people in Liangzhou.

Bravery is not afraid of death, but it can't last too long.

Fighting is all based on one blood, and it is most appropriate to use it on them again and again, and then decline again and again.

As long as they can stand up to the initial three axes, they will naturally disperse later.

Sure enough, the casualties of the first batch of Hu Qi did not deter them, and the second charge came soon.

At the same time, on the east and west sides, there are Hu cavalry constantly surrounding, even throwing arrow feathers constantly.

It's just that in the three hundred parts at this time, everyone is wearing iron armor, and the bows used by the Hu people are soft bows, which are far inferior to the strong bows and hard crossbows used by the infantry.

Under the condition that the Han army had been prepared for a long time, as long as some unlucky ones were not shot at the facade, legs, or arms, basically nothing happened.

A wave of arrow feathers came down, and only a few people were slightly injured.

It's just that the Hu Qi on the two wings are restraining, and the real threat is the second wave of charge from the front.

This wave of Hu cavalry was finally able to charge within twenty paces, and the Han troops in the camp clenched their weapons tightly, ready to fight.

The dozens of Hu Qi who were lucky to survive looked at the spears erected by the Han army in the camp. Except for a few straightforward ones who continued to charge forward, the remaining one shouted, turned their horses' heads again, and scattered to both sides.

"It's a pity that there is no Modao team, or are you still afraid of this little Huqi?"

Someone said in a regretful tone.

"Stupid! The Modao team is powerful with at least a thousand talents. We only have three hundred people. Even if we have the Modao, without the cover of a bow, crossbow, spear, knife and shield, why don't people shoot them like hedgehogs?"

The team leader cursed, "Look ahead!"

Billowing smoke and dust, Hu Qi seemed to have made up his mind to keep this Han army here.

Han Yigong's expression became more and more solemn.

The strong crossbow of this Han army was beyond my expectation.

Not only is it extremely powerful, it can kill Hu Bing from a distance.

And the winding is much faster than the general crossbow.

This unexpected situation caused Hu Qi's loss to be extraordinarily large.

"Lord Wolf, we have suffered too many deaths and injuries, and we may need to take a break."

The leader of the Hu people who was elected ran over with a very bad expression, and said respectfully to the wolf slave standing beside Han Yigong.

He secretly glanced at Han Yigong, this mysterious man, who is said to be the owner of the wolf lord, is very capable.

"You charge again." Han Yigong said, "This time, you will definitely be able to charge into the camp of the Han army."

The wolf slave nodded to the leader.

Seeing the somewhat hesitant expression on the face of the leader of the Hu people, Han Yigong took out three name cards from his arms and handed them to the wolf slave.

"These three name cards, one was given to me by the governor of Liangzhou, one was given to me by General Hao Zhao of Liangzhou, and the other one is mine."

"As long as you can rush into the Han army's camp this time, these three name cards will be yours."

"I have been kind to General Hao Zhao. When you go to Liangzhou with three famous cards, Liangzhou will not only accept you, but also arrange you well."

Hearing this, the Hu leader looked at the name card in the wolf slave's hand, swallowed, and finally gritted his teeth cruelly: "Okay! The villain will thank you first!"

To the south is the Han army, to the north is the Wei people.

The Han army cannot be attached, and the Wei people cannot tolerate it.

If they didn't have those three famous posts, then even if these defeated soldiers could escape to Liangzhou, they might not have a good life.

It was about his final retreat, and the barbarians finally did their best.

The leaders even sent their own personal guards to take the lead, driving Hu Bing to rush towards the Han army.

Sure enough, Medical Worker Han guessed right.

This time the Hu army finally rushed into the Han army's camp, and the Han army began to be forced to shrink back.

Seeing the situation ahead, Feng Yong finally frowned.

"Shan Zhang, there seems to be something wrong with the Hu people, as if they have gone crazy."

Panting, Zhang Muzhi ran back from the front with a nervous expression: "They probably know that Chief Shan is here. Chief Shan, why don't you make some preparations first?"

"Prepare? Prepare for what? Prepare to escape?"

Feng Yong smiled indifferently, "The guards of the dignified Captain Huqiang will run away in front of the rout, so what's the point of me being the Captain Huqiang?"

He glanced at Zhang Muzhi, "How many casualties are there?"

"No less than one hundred!" Zhang Muzhi said anxiously: "Shan Zhang, the situation is urgent!"

Feng Yong shook his head and ordered: "Go, bring me a Hu bed. I want to see if the Hu people have the ability to reach me!"

The east and west wings of the camp also started rushing in.

The trilogy that was too late to take away due to injury was immediately trampled under the iron hoof by Hu Qi.

Seeing this situation, Feng Yong's eyes narrowed slightly.

The crossbowmen threw away their crossbows, held their knives and guns, and tried their best to use the last ditch to stop Hu Qi.

Zhang Muzhi heard that shouting was getting closer, turned his head and saw this situation, his face became more and more anxious.

Regardless of Feng Yong's orders, he stepped forward to support Feng Yong and prepared to retreat to the south.

It's just that Feng Yong is tall, coupled with Guan Ji's supervision of martial arts, and at the same time he has practiced the art of breathing and breathing from the beginning.

Although the martial arts skills in the use of weapons are not very good, but if you want to fight with bare hands, you can really fight Guan Ji with a few tricks.

What's more, he pays attention to nutrition and exercise, and his strength is much stronger than ordinary people.

With a wave of his hand, he shook Zhang Muzhi's head and said sharply, "Go! Bring me the bed!"

Zhang Muzhi gritted his teeth, got up and ran to the handsome tent to bring the bed.

At the same time, he stood beside Feng Yong, holding the handle of the knife tightly.

Although the Hu people rushed through the last trench, they were still driven back by the Han army.

This time the desperate charge of the Hu people caused a lot of casualties to the Han army.

After an emergency count, there were no more than 200 intact and wounded fighters.

Feng Yong's expression finally turned serious.

The performance of this group of barbarians not only does not look like a rout, but even shows more resilience than those barbarians who scattered and gathered to rebel, which is very strange.

But this time the fight seemed to have finally exhausted the patience of the barbarians, and they all started to turn around and head north.

Feng Yonggang wanted to breathe a sigh of relief, but Zhang Muzhi suddenly exclaimed: "Shan Zhang, look to the south!"

Feng Yong was startled, and turned his head hastily, only to see a black line appearing to the south.

The black line expands quickly.

At the same time, the ground shook again.

Feng Yong stood up and looked into the distance.

can not see clearly.

Then he reached into his pocket again and took out a binoculars worth half a million coins.

After seeing who was coming, Feng Yong's face suddenly became gloomy.

He put down the binoculars and exhaled slowly: "Xianbeihu! It really is you!"

This group of Hu cavalry was different from the previous chaotic Qiang Hu remnant army. They were in neat formation and unified in command. They were a fine cavalry.

With a sound of dysprosium, Xianbei Jingqi stopped 600 steps in front of the Han army camp.

It was dark, and there was no extra noise.

Although the number is not as large as the remnant Qianghu army who just left, the deterrent effect is much greater.

Jingqi rode out in front of the formation, ran fifty steps in front of the Han camp, and said loudly: "Mr. Han has a letter of worship to Feng Langjun."

Zhang Muzhi saw Feng Yong's intention to move, and was about to stop him, but in the end he kept his mouth shut and just followed closely.

Feng Yong showed no fear, walked to the edge of the camp, gave a brief signal, and someone came up to take orders, and then quickly passed Feng Yong's words: "Who is Mr. Han?"

Only to hear the man shout again: "Feng Langjun and Mr. Han, it's not something a villain dares to say. After Feng Langjun sees it, he will know."

After finishing speaking, he turned over and got off the horse, held something high in both hands, knelt down on one knee, and bowed his head to wait.

Bu Qu went over, took what was in his hand, came back soon, and handed it to Feng Yong.

Feng Yong took a look at it, and saw that there were simple thunder clouds painted on the side of the greeting card, and the paper was smooth and white.

For the quality of the paper alone, the ordinary mulberry paper mass-produced by Nanxiang is no match.

Unless it is a special supply of paper, it can be overwhelmed.

Opening the greeting card, Feng Tubie gave a "reliable" sound.

What the hell did Nima write?

Over the years, Feng Tubie, who thought he could read the characters of this era fluently, was already filled with anger.

Seeing the text on the greeting card at this time, I immediately became very angry.

Nima's Lao Tzu finally got used to Han Li, so why don't you write Xiao Zhuan for me? Is it very rewarding to bully the illiterate?

On purpose?

It must be on purpose, right?

If you can't understand the greeting post, you can't reply.

Feng Yong glanced at Zhang Muzhi beside him, and then gave up.

Forget it, he is not as good as himself!

At any rate, I can still recognize Xiaozhuan. The students in the school can't say that they don't even know what Xiaozhuan is.

Unexpectedly, when Zhang Muzhi saw Feng Yong's actions, he misunderstood Feng Yong's meaning.

Keeping his responsibilities firmly in mind, Staff Officer Zhang said in a low voice: "Chief Shan, the purpose of the thief's visit is unclear. The students are for the security of the Shan Zhang. It is better not to see him or not."

Do you think I want to see you? It's just that everyone is approaching the door of the house. It's not up to me, but to him to see you or not!

When Feng Yonggang thought of this, his heart suddenly moved.