The Shiwei people's fighting bravery was accompanied by a sense of determination one after another.

This courage comes from the genes of the grassland and comes from the test of the harsh living environment.

The courage of the grassland people seems to be innate.

Just like the Shiwei people outside Desheng's mouth, they crawled over the entire gate wall like ants, and countless moths and fire-like people came endlessly.

This kind of scene is a scene that most Dahua soldiers on Deshengkou have never seen before.

Even military generals of the age of Yuan Qingshan seem to have blurred their memories in the past for twenty years. Only today can I remember clearly the scenes I saw in Yingzhou City twenty years ago, which is exactly the same as today.

Twenty years ago, the incident of Shi Wei Ren's return in failure gave Yuan Qingshan a sense of confidence and belief that he could once again make Shi Wei Ren's return in failure.

However, most of the young soldiers who had never seen this scene did not have the firm beliefs as strong as Yuan Qingshan.

Countless people began to look back from time to time, with a sense of anxiety in their eyes, and fear could be seen.

Yuan Qingshan's supervisory team stood behind these people, repeating again and again: "Cut! Kill! Kill! The female family is slave, and the whole family is killed!!!"

Most of these war-capable soldiers were personally reorganized by Yuan Qingshan.

But if you really want to become a war-capable soldier, there is another test, which is to withstand today's attack.

As long as we can withstand today's attack, these talents can really be called warriors.

Mr. Zhong looked at him coldly, and the horror in his heart had slowly subsided. He was used to seeing the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Retreat is death, and even implicate the family.

If you don’t retreat, you will die.

This is the most fundamental feeling of soldiers fighting on the front line. This feeling brings deep worries and stress, which makes people feel nervous and makes people's adrenaline soar.

The heavy stone was thrown from a soldier's hand and smashed a Shiwei man who was about to climb up the long ladder. His head was sunken, his eyes were protruding, and his seven orifices were bleeding. He could not die anymore.

However, the soldier who had just thrown the stone was instantly shot through the throat by a feather arrow. The blood splashed in his hands could not be covered, and he kept shooting out from his fingers.

The soldier's eyes were filled with a deep fear and despair, and fell from the top of the city and pressed on the Shi Wei man whose head was sunken just now.

The soldiers who witnessed all this on the top of the city, under the urging of a primitive desire to survive, quickly lowered their heads and poured down a pot of boiling oil, and followed by torches.

In an instant, seven or eight Wei people in the Shiwei people rose up and rolled and wailed on the ground. The people around them kept dodging, as if no one was willing to care about these miserable people who emitted the smell of meat. However, some people took care of them, took out swords and soldiers to help these fellow comrades finish the burning cry and finish their last journey.

The long ladder that was pushed down was raised again in an instant, and it was still one after another.

Perhaps these Wei people faced the same worries and pressure as the soldiers of Dahua on the city, because they would die if they turned back and would also implicate their family.

After all, humans are cruel, bloodthirsty and ruthless creatures.

The hard-working growth has grown to the age of being able to take advantage of the war, and in an instant, the long growth has lost its meaning.

People are like grass mustard, and grass mustard is like people. Lush and green, thriving, but fleeting.

The ruthless man Yuan Qingshan burst out with anger again and again: "Press up, push up, and slack down immediately!"

The King of Shiwei in the distance, the golden cart, twenty wooden wheels, dozens of horses, and towering flags.

At this time, a man slowly walked out of the tent. He was tall, with a tiger's back and a bear's waist. He was in his prime. His beard was very neatly maintained, his clothes were luxurious, and he emitted golden light. His eyebrows and eyes were like wolves, eagles and tigers, staring at the city walls in the distance. He was the Emperor of Shiwei, who was far away, and was known as the Mond Khan.

A long time later, Yao Lanemond spoke: "This time is no longer twenty years ago. Twenty years ago, soldiers gathered 600 miles away, and arrived here in two days. After a surprise attack, the victory was broken in one battle. Today, the Han people are prepared, and I don't know how many lives they will take to pile up."

Next to Yaojianmond, an old man sighed slightly and said, "Khan, as long as you break the city gate, it will be smooth and the cost is worth it."

Yao Jianmond smiled and said, "Is that so? I still remember a name, Gao Polu. I have never seen him. Have you ever seen him?"

This old man is Mond Khan's biological uncle, Shi Wei Bojilie, who is also Prime Minister Shi Wei, who is far away.

The old man heard the words of Mond Khan, and was silent for a moment, and then said, "Gao Polu has long been dead, and he died at the hands of the Han emperor."

"The Han people cannot tolerate heroes, which is ridiculous. If Gao Polu is a Wei person in my family, he must be a Khan." Mond replied.

Yaojian Bru nodded: "My room Wei needs heroes, all you are Khan."

Mond did not answer this, but asked, "Uncle, have you been to the Central Plains?"

Bru nodded: "I have been there. Thirty years ago, I went to Bianjing as an envoy."

Mond asked again: "Is Bianjing worth so many lives?"

Blu unconsciously recalled the city of Bianjing thirty years ago and nodded repeatedly: "It's worth it! A hundred thousand lives are not as good as Bianjing."

Mond nodded, looked west, and said, "The Tuoba people are very good at calculating."

Bru asked quickly: "Is Khan afraid that Tuoba people will harm us?"

Mond waved his hand: "We have been gathering here for more than three months, and the elite Han people have gathered here to deal with it. I think the Tuoba people are unstoppable at this time and have already made a fortune. But we can only use human lives to keep piled up."

A glimmer flashed in Bru's eyes: "What you eat will be vomited sooner or later."

Mond smiled and turned to look at Bru: "Tuoba people don't think so."

Bru's eyes were full of anger and replied, "It would be enough if Khan thought so."

Mond no longer answered, but looked up and looked into the distance again, looking at the people who fell from the city, waved their hands in the air, then turned around and lifted the curtain, and walked into the golden tent again.

The Wei men from the side of the tent saw Mond's wave, and began to slowly take off their shirt, bare their breasts and expose their breasts. The huge mace beside them was carried on their shoulders, and their steps were not fast, so they slowly headed towards the Desheng mouth.

Yuan Qingshan, who was on Desheng's mouth, was looking for something in the distance, as if he had finally found it at this moment, and shouted: "Hero Zhong, Hero Zhong, the soldiers who are trapped in the formation are trapped in the formation are trapped in the formation are trapped in the formation are trapped in the formation are trapped in the formation are trapped in the formation are trapped in the formation are trapped in the formation are trapped in the."

As Yuan Qingshan pointed forward, Wan Jun saw several people with breasts exposed in it. These people were too conspicuous, with huge bodies and breasts exposed. What’s more important is the huge mace that was a few circles larger than a person. Mr. Zhong nodded: “Yes!”

Three hundred miles eastward, more than 10,000 cavalry had already left the pass and went north, and there were as many as seven or eight hundred cavalry scattered around.

Xu Zhong, whose waist and legs were tied to the horse's back, frowned and said, "Jie'er, go here for eighty miles. There used to be a small tribe."

Xu Jie nodded and said, "Uncle Second, how many miles do you have at the farthest distance from the confinement?"

Xu Zhong replied: "The distance is only more than one hundred miles."

Xu Jie thought for a moment and replied, "Uncle Second, it seems that you still need to do the scout who is visiting him, so that you can be safe."

Xu Zhong nodded without saying anything, and left with a clamped horse's belly. He turned around and said, "Old Eighth, go!"

Xu Zhong and Xu Laoba, with dozens of men from the Xu family, ran forward wildly.

No one is more suitable for the current post than them. The importance of the outpost determines whether Xu Jie's itinerary will be exposed in advance.

When you encounter a small tribe, you will be hunted and killed. When you encounter a slightly larger tribe, you need to decide whether to detour.

In the Battle of Deshengkou, the tribes near the south were almost all drawn, but after going deep into the grassland, you will inevitably encounter nomadic people. Dealing with these people you meet is the top priority.

Xu Jie only trusts Xu Zhong and Xu Laoba in this matter.

If you want to succeed in this matter, there are too many difficulties. Not to mention how to fight or retreat, just how to find the target, it has some meaning of leaving the will of fate.

Just like Wei Qing attacking the Huns, Wei Qing found the Xiongnu royal court for various reasons, but like the flying general Li Guang, he was even lost and finally ended up wielding his sword and committing suicide.

Even if we know that Shiwei's logistics tribe will walk along the river, we know that Shiwei's logistics tribe should be hundreds of miles behind the army.

But everything is still unknown. The vast land, the vast grassland, and no matter how big the tribe is, it is not a drop in the vast land, but it is just a few drops in the ocean.

Xu Jie was under tremendous pressure and kept urging his horse to the north. In midsummer, the grassland was green, which brought a lot of convenience to Xu Jie's logistics, so there was no need to worry about the horse's food rations. However, the logistics problem was still Xu Jie's biggest problem. The food rations carried by the horse carried by the people on the horse would last for more than ten days at most. Within seven or eight days, they would go north along the river and could not find the target, so they could only withdraw.

It’s better not to rain, because Xu Jie didn’t even bring his military tent.

This was the first time Xu Jie knew that there were so many mosquitoes on the grassland, and the mosquitoes were always following each other, buzzing constantly, making people itchy.

Xu Jie can't even feel the wind blowing grass and seeing cattle and sheep, and the vast world makes people feel refreshed. Only the smooth road in front of him can't see the end.

Before leaving, Yuan Qingshan instructed Xu Jie again and again, not to show off his strength. No matter whether he could find a target or not, he must return safely when the food rations are still sufficient.

As he was, Xu Jie nodded seriously and answered, knowing that everything was stable, and only by being stable could he win.

The next afternoon, Xu Jie finally met a small tribe of the Shiwei people. Several families were all women and children, two or three hundred cattle and sheep.

The half-grown boy, who was panicked and galloping, fell to the ground under countless rains of arrows. The woman stood outside the tent with a knife for eating, and kept croaking and shouting.

The old woman waved in front of Xu Jiema with a wooden rake.

There are still children crying.

Zong Qing waved his hand, and dozens of military soldiers walked forward like wolves and tigers.

Xu Jie just watched it.

The old woman in front of her was stabbed to death on the spot.

The woman who waved her knife suddenly put down the knife, pulled up a child beside her, walked to a frame next to the tent, placed the child next to the wheel, and kept gestured on the child's head with her hands.

Zong Qing said next to Xu Jie: "Taoshi, she is saying that the child is not tall enough for the wheels."

"I understand! But these are not our rules." Xu Jie replied. Xu Jie knew that there was a rule on the grassland. In war, boys who were not as tall as wheels could survive. This is also the way for grassland people to maintain their population in war. Most women who can give birth in war can survive.

Zong Qing grinned, his face a little cruel.

As soon as Xu Jie hit the horses, the horse's hooves bypassed the tent and said, "The tents are burned, and all the animals except the horses are killed."

Children who are not as tall as wheels still die, cannot take prisoners, and cannot leave any living mouths. In order not to reveal their whereabouts, several families, the elderly, weak, women and children, can only die.

Even the livestock cannot be brought, except for a small amount of raw meat, they will kill them all. The weather is hot, and dead livestock will soon corrupt, which also makes the Wei army in Shishi want to find food and have less supplies.

Xu Jie in the grassland is doing the worst things in the world.

In Bianjing City, Ouyang Wenqin, who was pregnant, was sitting in the yard enjoying the afterglow of the sunset, a pot of tea, a few dishes of snacks, and a constant soup every day.
To be continued...