Chapter 421 These white bones will be your end!
And after hearing his answer, everyone's face became ugly. The gray-faced Taoist priest Liu looked at Chen Xiaoyang with angry eyes. How do you think you can stop each other's cavalry? How many of you are? Tell you, even if your people are several times more, it is impossible to stop them. At that time, the Rebels will be in danger. Why don't you let us walk directly along the coast? In that way, there will be fewer people who can escape?"
Chen Xiaoyang raised his eyes, and his cold eyes glanced at the old man dressed as a Taoist priest. His cold eyes seemed to be more frozen than the wind like a scraper, which made Taoist priest Liu's heart shudder and stop talking.
"General Wu, if you believe us, please give us your backs. As long as we are not dead, there will never be a horse passing in front of us. What's more, 4,000 cavalry, in our eyes, are just 4,000 local dogs running faster." Chen Xiaoyang's faint tone was full of endless self-confidence and strength. If you rush to the seaside at this time, there is no dock, only relying on small boats, there is no way to completely transfer everyone in the shortest time, so your proposal is not a good idea at all.
Chen Xiaoyang's words seemed to be very strong, but when it fell into the ears of those rebel generals, they only felt that their chests were warm and hot. Only the Taoist priest Liu's face looked darker and more distorted.
"Yes, Master Liu, please remember that I have promised you that everyone of this rebel team must leave safely, and no one can be missing." Li Zhengdao next to him interrupted in a low voice. Although he disdained this person's identity, at this moment, he was also one of the rescued people, unless he wanted to die. Then, Li Zhengdao and others have the obligation to protect the safety of the whole army.
For nothing else, just for the same, they are all their own compatriots, their own brothers and sisters.
"Mr. Li, Mr. Chen, Battalion Chen, you can do what you want. I, Wu Ping, can trust you." Wu Ping looked at the soldiers in black who sat back in the wheat field again, dressing or resting. At this moment, he no longer hesitated at all. The sincerity of the other party had reached the extreme, and he still had to twist his posture, that is, to joke about his relatives and the surnames of his fellow villagers.
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"Okay, please ask General Wu and others to inform your troops immediately and speed up the retreat. Director Li, we have collected some carriages and ox carts, about 70 or 80 cars, not many, but it should be useful, so that those old people and children can save some energy and speed up faster." Chen Xiaoyang didn't talk nonsense anymore, because at this moment, the Mongolian cavalry from the 4,000 Rehe River were coming crazily, preparing to leave this rebel army in the territory of Zhili with their proud riding and shooting. If possible, it's better to kill more than 10,000 enemies now and get more achievements...
The horse of the brigade was running on the unrecognizable path in the wilderness. The rumbling hoofs even covered the roar of the wind in the sky. The shaking smoke and dust rose to the sky with the wind, as if it were not a cavalry, but a group of demons sweeping the dust and storm.
From time to time, the whimper sounded, which seemed to bring the desolation on the grassland to these great plains that became desolate and withered because of the harvest and the arrival of winter.
"How far is it from Yangerzhuang?" Next to the road, at the top of a small gentle slope, dozens of Mongolian knights are gathering together. The leader has a typical Mongolian round face. His eyes may be because he is used to the wind and sand blowing his fingers. He is always used to squinting his surname, squinting his thin eyes as if there are only two dark gaps left in the shadows, but The occasionally flashing sharp cold light, and his broad and strong body like a bison, seem to show people the strength and pride of the wolf nation.
"General, it's less than ten miles away from Yang'erzhuang. Let the brothers take a break. We have been on the road for five days, and both people and horses are very tired." Next to him, a Mongolian knight answered loudly.
"No, people and horses are tired, I know, but our enemies must be more tired than us. Don't forget that we are the descendants of wolves and white deer. Our ancestors rely on the mounts under us, thousands of miles away from the expedition, and even to the end of the sea." The Mongolian general rejected his man's proposal without any hesitation. Those Han people have always been slaves under our feet. Can they still treat our 4,000 strong Zhuo Sotu and Zhao Wuda warriors?
"Yes, if those Han people are hare fleeing in a hurry, we are the eagles soaring in the sky. As long as we spread our wings, what prey can't we can't catch?" A Mongolian knight next to him shouted loudly, and his words were recognized by many people.
"But there is something that makes me feel strange. There should be 10,000 Zhili Green Camp guards in the area of Yangerzhuang to block the way of those anti-thieves. But why did we only see those rut and footprints all the way? Is it possible that they passed so easily?" Next to him, a Mongolian knight with a goat's beard and narrow eyebrows said.
"Never mind, those Han green camps are completely a bunch of rubbish. What can they do? Maybe at this time, they have let the rebels run away like a flock of lambs." The Mongolian general, Tengger, the strongest warrior of Zhuo Sotu, finally opened his mouth again, and the horses under him roared loudly: "Mongols, Mongolians, descendants of wolves, the lambs we want to hunt are ahead, catch up, bite them, tear them up, and let those Han people understand who we are!" !!" With his roar, the red and black round face was like a bear roaring angrily, and the mount under him raised his front hoofs in his roar.
"Oh, hey, hey..." The running knights answered with their strange cry. They drove the horses on their bodies, speeded up again, and ran...
Time seemed to pass very slowly. Soon, the ten-mile road seemed to have passed between the fingers. Yang'erzhuang was already close in front of him. Just before the turn of a hill from Yang'erzhuang, the Mongolian general Tenger, who had been rushing to the front of the cavalry, suddenly raised his head. It seemed that he heard or saw something. He suddenly raised his hand and ordered the brigade to stop. The skilled riding made the cavalry army quickly frustrate the running horse and slowed down.
"General, what's wrong?" An officer came with a horse and ran to Tenger's side and asked loudly. At this moment, after the running horse stopped, the sound of messy hooves was still extremely noisy.
"There is a smell of burning corpses, a lot of corpses... I smelled them." Tenger narrowed his eyes and actually got up. He stepped on the saddle and stood on the back of the horse. Facing the east, he took a deep breath and said in a low voice. There was a sense of doubt in his narrowed eyes.
"Let the brigade slow down. Let's go and have a look first." After Tenger sat back on the horse's back, he jumped the horse and ran forward. Dozens of elite Mongolian riders immediately ran with him, and the brigade slowly moved forward.
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"Chang Shengtian, what's going on here? ..." Along the way, Tenger, who had always been fighting spirit, looked at everything in front of him. Even if he sat on the horse's back, since there were many soldiers and subordinates around him, he still felt cold-hearted.
And many Mongolian knights around him had jumped off their horses and knelt on the grass and vomited heartbreakingly, as if the stomach was not their own. They had to vomit all out of their mouths and spit them out.
And what made them like this was because of everything he saw in front of him. Tenger tried to suppress the impulse to vomit like his subordinates, but the shrinking pupil and the big hand that pinched the rein caused the whiteness of his fingertips, which could clearly show his mood.
The miserable scene in front of him made him feel as if he had seen hell. The layers of the surrounding camp fence were burned into half pieces of wood carbon, and the flags, robes, materials, and even some broken knives and arrows representing the logo of the Zhili Green Camp.
However, these represent only a kind of desolation, and what makes the Mongolian cavalry tremble are those piles in the middle of the barracks, charred and burnt corpses, and even some charred places, which have been blown down by the strong wind, revealing the inner white bones, emitting a strange white light.
The human body, which was once twisted and deformed in the flames, was clearly presented in their eyes, and there were even some bodies that were only half burned and the other half roasted into dried meat...
Tengger closed his eyes. He didn't want to look any longer, because he felt that there was a cold breath in his heart, which almost froze his whole body. Compared with the cold breath, the whistling cold wind was as warm as the spring breeze blowing the tip of the tender grass buds at this moment.
"Here, general, there is a wooden card here. It seems that someone is standing here on purpose." A pale knight ran around the camp, pointing to the distance behind him and shouting.
"Go and see, get out of here, you cowards, look at the way you bend over and vomit. They are simply a bunch of useless women!" Tenger roared loudly and took the opportunity to beat the whip in his hand. He deeply cracked the cotton armor of a Mongolian knight who fell softly in front of his horse and vomited. He turned out the white cotton and iron pieces inside, which made the Mongolian knight roar sweetly and almost spit out a mouthful of blood. However, at this moment, Tenger's scolding aroused these The barbarism and bravery in the bones of the grassland people straightened their waists, wiped off the stains on their mouths, and flew on the horse. He ran away after Tenger's figure.
It was a door panel. After being deliberately dug out of a hole, the shutter panel was deeply inserted into the wheat field. On it, a line of Chinese characters was clearly written in wood carbon: These white bones will be your end!
(to be continued)