Chapter 38, Youqi Training

Cheng Zhi stood far away and looked at Zu Zhao. Zu Zhao was dressed in a silver robe, elegant and polite, but had the bravery of martial arts at the same time. The compatibility between the two made Zu Zhao have an indescribable demeanor. Even Cheng Zhiyuan also nodded repeatedly. Zu Zhao is worthy of being a young hero. From the appearance alone, it can be seen that this is less Nian is a hero among people.

"Rolling stones and rolling wood should be ready, but don't break the grain and grass, do you know?" Cheng Zhiyuan's light instructions.

"Brother, don't worry, we would rather die than take back those grains and fodder for our stomachs!"

In the distance, Zu Zhao led 300 Youqi to slowly enter the position of the first line of sky, and at the mouth of the first line of sky, Zu Zhao stretched out his hand to stop the forward team.

Cheng Zhiyuan couldn't help but be shocked. He was afraid that he would be seen by Zu Zhao that there was an ambush in the front-line at this time and would not enter the front-line sky, so he would give up his previous efforts.

At this time, he can only expect this silver-robed teenager not to be so shrewd, otherwise he would have been busy in vain.

At this time, Zu Zhao opposite was sneering. He saw that there was no bird in the green forest on the cliff, let alone the song of birds, which was really ridiculous. And the silence is a little scary.

"Let the grain and grass go first and be ready to retreat at any time!" Zu Zhao ordered.

Everyone slowly patted their horses into the front line of the sky, but Zu Zhao stood up and listened to Zu Ping's code.

Goo!

The opposite side remembered the cry of the night owl. Zu Zhao couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. In broad daylight, there was a night owl coming out to scream. Of course, Zu Ping solved the enemy's secret hand on the cliff over there, successfully controlled the other party's rolling stone rolling wood, and turned the enemy's backhand into his own backhand.

Goo!

When Zu Zhao led 300 Youqi into the middle of the cliff, there was a cooing sound from the opposite side.

It means that Cheng Zhiyuan can't stand to attack.

"Go quickly and withdraw from the front line! The back team becomes the front team and withdraws!"

Zu Zhao shouted loudly and ordered 300 You to turn the horse's head and rush directly out of the valley.

The instantaneous change made Cheng Zhiyuan stunned, "What are you still doing? Roll stones and wood to stop them! Don't let people go, and don't let go of food and grass!"

But at the end of the cliff, the reckless man in charge of the rolling stone did not seem to hear his order.

Seeing that Zu Zhao was about to escape from the valley, he couldn't help but be angry: "Everyone rushed down the valley, captured Zu Zhao alive, and brought back the grain and fodder!"

said and rushed down first.

Kill!

For a while, the yellow scarf army was as powerful as a rainbow, but some of the horses led by Zu Zhao were in chaos.

After Zu Zhao broke in the back, he opened all the tung oil and beat the cow pulling the ox cart with a horse whip. The tung oil splashed down. The tung oil has a viscosity. Once it is stuck, it will be slipped. More than a dozen ox carts released tung oil together. In a day, it was higher and low on one side. In an instant, Zu Zhao released the tung oil The oil actually flowed down the valley.

"Fight arrows!"

Cheng Zhiyuan shouted and took out a bow and shot an arrow at Zu Zhao. Although he didn't know what Zu Zhao was doing, it had given him a bad feeling at this time.

Zu Zhaoyi turned his body, and his arm was still bloomed by a bow and arrow. Cheng Zhiyuan's arrow pharaoh, if others were afraid of being shot in the center, he would die.

Sprinkle the ox cart and jump directly on the war horse.

"Goo!"

"Goo!"

Zu Zhao and all of them rode to learn the call of night owls. Then they patted the horses and ran out of the valley mouth together. The valley mouth where they were located was just high.

Just as Zu Zhao and his party rushed out of the valley mouth, the two ends of the front line were blocked by rolling wood and rolling stones at the same time.

"Arrow! It's impeous not to come and go!"

Zuo took out the arrows soaked in tung oil and shot the arrows into the valley one after another with a torch.

Tong oil was ignited by the rocket and went away like a fire dragon.

"Withdraw!" Cheng Zhiyuan looked at the flying fire dragon, and his dead soul was about to emerge. Unexpectedly, he did not expect that the other party would attack with fire, and he could actually ambush himself.

And by this time, the fire dragon has come.

"Run!"

At this time, I could see that the formation of the Yellow Turban Army was scattered. As soon as I saw the valley full of tung oil, it was full of flames and retreated one after another. Countless people trampled on people to death in order to survive, and even fled for many ways. Some people had already raised their blades to cut the people in front of them.

More people were killed and injured in the fire.

However, Cheng Zhiyuan escaped from the front by several reckless men around him.

Behind it is the yellow scarf army, which is crying for its father and mother. At this moment, it has collapsed. There are countless people buried in the sea of fire, and this is when the thick smoke of tung oil comes out, and many yellow scarf soldiers are either burned to death or suffocated in the thick smoke.

Cheng Zhiyuan looked back and saw that the yellow scarf army he had made was torn apart by a fire by Zu Zhao. A burst of anger in his heart but there was no way to vent it. He suddenly spit out a mouthful of blood and fainted. He was killed by a group of reckless men around him and went up to the mouth of the valley.

According to Zu Zhao's instructions, Zu Ping released the living force to intercept and kill those old, weak, sick and disabled, because Zu Ping took more than 50 people, mainly to assassinate the soldiers guarding the rolling stones of the other side, but the strength was insufficient to fight.

Although, 700 yellow scarf soldiers were killed in this battle.

However, no one died on Zu Zhao's side, but several soldiers had arrow wounds, but there was no big problem.

"Go to the valley to collect military achievements and trophies!" Zu Ping smiled and spoke. Military merit is naturally the head, but the trophy is cold weapons. These cold weapons are Zu Zhao's favorite.

After stationing in front of the valley for a day, Zu Zhao's 300 ghost knights were like a rainbow, and everyone was full of fighting spirit. This battle was extremely refreshing. The Yellow Turban Army was simply embarrassed. It was even more rumored that Cheng Zhiyuan had left to treat thistles by Zu Zhao's war spirit and had become much more cautious.

Zu Zhao made an appointment with a war horse and waved his long knife to Zhizhi Thistle: "Children, kill Shangzhi Thistle to show my good manly demeanor!"

A sergeant has already cleaned up the valley, and a group of people have stepped on the front line to fight against thistles, and their momentum is like a rainbow.

The yellow scarf military tent that was originally coiled in thistle is still there, but even the marching pot has not been taken away, and even part of the grain and rice have been scattered on the ground, the armor and weapons have been thrown away, and there are people who have not escaped hiding in the tent and trembling.

There were also those who tried to resist. With a wave of a riding knife led by Zu Zhao, countless people flew up and fell to the ground.

only encountered a minor attack and broke the other party's camp.

"Cheng Zhiyuan claimed that there were 1,000 people and horses. Now it seems that about 100 people have escaped. The leader of the Yellow Turban Army suffered such a great loss in World War I alone, all of which is due to the great prince!" Zu Ping flattered Zu Zhao next to him. Zu Ping also killed countless enemies in this battle. Naturally, there are many military achievements.

"This Cheng Zhiyuan is called a Confucian general. This time he was careless and underestimated me. If he meets this person again next time, it's really hard to say who loses and who wins!"

Zuzuo spoke with a smile.

At this moment, he is dressed in a silver robe and automatically has the demeanor of a general in the wind.

"Son, this time we found 50,000 taels of silver in Cheng Zhiyuan's tent. It seems that Cheng Zhiyuan has scraped a lot of money along the way!" Zu Ping ordered people to carry up ten large boxes, each of which weighed four or five hundred catties. In addition, there were countless gold and silver treasures and various precious things.

"These are all our trophies. Let's transport them back to our ancestors and live in troubled times. These money can make our ancestors have another horse!" Zu Zhao ordered.

"Do you need to give points to the county?" Zu Ping asked carefully. After all, according to the discipline of the army, these captured must be handed over.

"No!" Zu Zhao refused, and Fujun was absolutely uneasy and kind-hearted. This time, the grain and fodder he promised to send to him, so that he now had to take his ancestors's silver to buy grain and fodder. Such a carefulness naturally made Zu Zhao not hand over the silver to Fujun.

"How about the weapons captured this time?" Zu Zhao asked.

Zu Ping answered quickly. He deeply knew that the eldest son had a special love for weapons: "Four hundred iron knives, fifty bows, 2,000 arrows, all of which are fine steel arrows and 400 iron spears!"

Zuping waved his hand and asked people to lift the weapon up.

Zu Zhao picked up the iron spear and couldn't help shaking his head. His ancestors used a ghost horse. The cavalry used iron spears were very impractical, but the iron knife was also a little heavy. The only thing that made him happy was those fine steel arrows and fifty good bows.

"Give these arrows and cool bows to the children, especially those who are good at riding and shooting, so that we can improve our combat effectiveness! Cavalry can shoot with bows and arrows in the distance and cut through the enemy's array with sabers nearby!"

Zuzuo said with a smile.

Then he stopped in front of the iron spear and fell into meditation.

How can this iron spear also be armed to the cavalry? This iron spear is too bulky. Wouldn't it be good to make it lighter?

"Zun, come here, what do you think this iron spear can do to make it easier?"

Zu Zhao pointed to the iron spear on the ground and said.

"Son, there is a kind of spicy wood near here, which is very hard in texture. Local hunters do not have iron spears, cut them into pointed heads with mason, kill planer bears, etc. This kind of spicy wood can completely replace this iron spear for our cavalry!"

Zu Ping thought that he was a hunter in the mountains. He was originally called Zu Ji and later changed his name to Zu Ping. He is very familiar with hunting.

Soon, a lot of spicy wood was cut down.

This kind of spicy woodland is very hard and light. Zu Zhao took it in his hand to project, and was able to project a distance of 80 meters, and then insert it into the ground more than a foot deep. If there is a person in the ground, he may become a hedgehog. If these wood spears are shot together, the lethality is also very amazing. The most important thing is that this kind of spicy wood is cheap. There is almost no cost, and it is not painful to match each horse with ten pieces of masaki, and it does not add much weight to the horse. The most important thing is that it can increase the lethality.

Next, in order to practice the ejection of the wooden spear, Zu Showa 300 Youqi went through many drills on the martial arts arena and had some personal experience, and slowly turned the wooden spear into a conventional weapon of the horse.