Chapter 211: fight
On the first day of the winter night, the Qi spreads to the golden watchman, and the cold moon shines on the iron clothes.
Outside the camp where troops were stationed outside Xinzhou City, all kinds of soldiers had already lined up.
The infantry is in the center, the cavalry is divided into two wings, and the archers are hidden behind the front infantry. A small part of the infantry is heavy infantry, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other. They are specially designed to restrain the Tatar nomads and are good at shooting. They can not only attack and kill, but also defend the opponent's bow and arrow. It's just that there are more light infantry and light cavalry, with less weight, fast action, and easy adjustment. If the command is proper, in this dark night, it can be like a feather leaf, quietly completing a **** killing raid!
On the city tower, the sound of war drums grew louder.
The torches lit in the night fluttered with the windward banners.
The faces of 30,000 soldiers were blurred into general shapes by light and shadow.
Click on the stage, the old blood has been washed away, leaving only mottled spots of dry study on the iron cracks and wooden gaps, Yan Lin's clear and persevering face, because it stands on a high place, looks extremely bright .
Before the red sun rises, he is the sun in the dark night.
The scorching fire burned in the depths of his pupils, causing the suppressed ambitions and ambitions of revenge in the past two years to rise up with the boiling heart at this moment, turning into a spirit that swept across the sky, causing him to draw his sword out. Sheath, lift up the three-foot green peak!
All of a sudden, mountains and tsunami were everywhere!
"Stepping on the Yanmen, defending the country!"
"Destroy the Tartars, save the princess!"
"Death and life, don't bear it!"
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There were hundreds of thousands of soldiers stationed in Xinzhou, but they fell under Xiao's rule. First, the military affairs were chaotic, and second, they were neglected in training. Less than half of them could really be selected to go to the battlefield in a short time. Attacking Tatar in this winter is not a strategy for military strategists to always win. It should be a surprise victory, a quick victory, and a narrow victory. Although Tatar is a country, it can only be compared with Dagan. The other party was caught off guard and looked ashamed.
"Your Majesty feels like a hero from a young age..."
On the tall city tower, Lu Xian stood beside the burning torches, feeling the cold wind blowing on his face, and watching the scene of the army attacking in the distance, he couldn't help but sighed deeply, but then fell silent.
"The rise and fall of the people is suffering, how many people will die in this battle?"
Xie Wei was not far away.
There is an archery target on the flat ground above the tower.
His blue taoist robe was blown up by the hunting wind, but his icy fingers soaked in the coolness rested on the longbow, pulled a carved feather arrow, pointed it at the center of the arrow target, and said: "Again how?"
Lu Xian was speechless.
Although he has never been a saint who sympathizes with all living beings, if he sees the suffering of the common people and the suffering in the world, he will inevitably feel a little bit of sympathy. But Xie Ju'an, who seems to be meek and forbearing, kind-hearted, actually shows a kind of astonishing cruelty when it comes to this kind of blood-stained, war-torn disaster.
Human life is worthless, and all living beings are pawns.
However, it is undeniable that in this astonishing coldness, there is also a kind of candlelight and insight that is almost independent of the world.
"There is no way in the sky, and it is ruled by people. However, the world is mediocre, and the people have no wisdom. How can we stand without destruction, and how can we live without death? There is no reason in this world except for the word 'death'. If you don't know death, How do you know life?"
There was a loud "whoosh".
The eagle feather arrow left the string and crashed into the target with such force that it cracked the wooden target. With a "click", it fell backwards. In the cold night, there was a loud noise.
Xie Wei's expressionless face was as calm as a deep stream.
"I let them know I'm alive and they should thank me."
Lu Xian held his breath for it, and it took a long time to let out a breath, but he was more sure than the previous two days: Xie Juan's mood is really bad.
The farther north you go, the later the dawn.
At the end of the day, the camp on the Tatar border was still shrouded in a dark ink blue, and it was extremely quiet. The patrolling soldiers were handing over, and they either stayed up all night, or just woke up, most of them were a little sleepy, and it was the time when their vigilance was at their lowest.
But at this moment, a scream broke the silence!
"Enemy attack! Enemy attack! Dagan's army is coming, enemy attack—"
Some people didn't even hear it clearly at the first time, they thought they were in a dream, and it took several steps before they realized it, they were dumbfounded and horrified.
All the tents were suddenly full of voices.
The soldiers in their sleep hurriedly put on their armor and went into battle, while the sentinels who were passed on quickly jumped on their horses and ran towards the royal court!
Who would have imagined this unusual surprise attack?
Neither in the warm spring season, nor in the sunny day, it happened to be the absolutely impossible winter day, the absolutely impossible cold night!
Attack the unprepared, and be prepared to fight without danger.
As the saying goes, "Soldiers are deceitful."
Tatar King Yanda was in his prime of life, he had a hearty battle with several concubines last night, but he had just rested not long ago, when he suddenly heard a warning signal from outside, he felt a splitting headache, after the publicity interrogation soldiers entered the account to inquire, he suddenly Jumping into a rage, he kicked over the desks that were spread on the sheepskin blanket.
"How could a well-behaved Daqian attack in? Could it be that the wind leaked?"
He has a mustache all over his face, and although his eyebrows are quite heroic, they are not dark.
"That woman, where is that woman?!"
The maidservants who served on the left and right were all trembling and knelt on the ground. After two years, they had already clearly known that "that woman" in the king's mouth was the princess who came to Tatar to make a marriage. , she is kept in the tent, and she has not been allowed to go out these days."
Yanda's chest rose and fell, and he walked out of the king's tent with the knife in hand.
Along the way, he immediately arranged to deal with the surprise attack, but his feet didn't stop, until he walked to a tent with a radius of three feet at the east end of the royal court.
At this time the sky is already twilight.
Lights came on in the tent.
A slender figure fell on the snow-white tent, Shen Zhiyi had already heard the noisy and chaotic movements outside, and got up.
When Yanda roughly opened the curtain and went in, she turned her back to the outside, her hair was **** high, revealing a slender and fair neck, she had changed out of the colorful Tatar costume at some point, and was only looking at herself. The old clothes of that year, opened the dusty box for a long time.
It contained the crown dress of the princess of the empire.
The palace dress made of fine silk, even under the bright light, is also shining with brilliance, and the gold and silver embroidery thread is still brand new, cold and gorgeous.
Yanda drew the knife straight to her neck, gritted his teeth and asked, "Is it you!"
Shen Zhiyi turned her face sideways to look at him.
The faint scar under the corner of her eyes is like an old rouge mark, imprinting her background and encounters, and also made her feel nothing about the blade on her neck, she just slightly curled the corners of her lips, calmly And Sen Leng: "Kill me, you will all die."