Start: Datang Wanli a lonely city

Chapter 9 Tang Jun
After nightfall, a large bonfire was lit in the camp.

A sheep brought out by the natives from the oasis was quickly slaughtered and cleaned in just a few minutes, and then thrown into a large pot for stewing.

The shape of the pot is really strange. Specifically, it looks like a cylindrical, flat-bottomed western marching pot with three more pot legs underneath.

Except for a handful of coarse salt, this sheep doesn't seem to have any seasoning.

But even with all the oddities mentioned above, as the wind became more and more violent after nightfall, there was still a tempting smell of stew in the camp.

Immediately, bursts of loud laughter and long singing began to sound from the mouths of the natives, filling the camp with a happy atmosphere.

Unfortunately!The above has nothing to do with Hu Biao and the others, because whether it is mutton or singing, these belong to the natives.

What was distributed to them was only a few bags of water and some dry cakes made of millet.

After Hu Biao and the others finished eating the few pancakes in a hurry, they were escorted outside the camp to defecate once more, and then they were tied together again.

The natives who had been absent-minded for a long time left only one guard, and the rest began to gather around the fire.

Obviously, the living conditions of these aborigines are not good, and such an opportunity to eat meat makes them quite excited.

"You bastards can't be killed if you eat it. God, please open your eyes. As long as you kill these bastards, I am willing to lose ten years of life."

With his head down, Hu Biao cursed in a low voice.

The voice fell, and Cang Guan echoed: "Count me in, Wangcai is such a good dog, they can even talk about it, why didn't God kill them."

The warehouse manager's echo was followed by another voice full of resentment, which was a strong curse from the little white-collar AT.

Who told the day before yesterday that he disappeared because of a little bit, when those natives grabbed him and beat him.

Even if it hurt him a lot, it actually pulled a lot of hair from the top of his head.

For a designer, other things may be tolerated, but the hair problem is like a reverse scale, which is absolutely unbearable:
"What the hell, if God really wants to make such a wish come true, I'm willing to live 20 years less~"

Voices echoed one after another, almost every netizen participated.

For a moment, these modern-day nerds, whom they didn't know before, seemed to be fighting against each other.

Needless to say, these netizens from the modern plane, because of the same difficult encounters, although they have not been together for a long time, they feel a little bit like the same people who have fallen in the end of the world.

Especially in the last few days, after everyone introduced each other in private.

Not only did they understand the basic situation of each other, but even though they still have some small thoughts about each other, the relationship on the surface is quite good.

After all, in a sense, they can be regarded as people who have eaten together in prison.

I don't know if it's because the prayers of all the netizens who have sacrificed at least 300 years of life have finally worked.

When the lingering stew aroma in the camp reaches its peak, it should be eaten right away.

Let them survive from desperation, and a very beautiful thing happened.

An aboriginal man with a short bow in his arms, standing guard on the slope, suddenly yelled in horror after seeing something.

A second later, he fell to the ground like a wooden stake.

Along the small slope, all the way is rolling down.

Known as the 2.0 good eyesight of the warehouse manager, he could see a sharp arrow flying from nowhere, directly and accurately shooting through the neck of the aborigine.

Under the sudden change, the other natives in the camp immediately panicked.

They picked up all kinds of weapons that they had kept at hand when they camped.

Some people approached each other to resist, and some people rushed towards the horses and camels beside them, as if preparing to run.

Obviously, after hearing the short sentence of warning, they were terrified by the content contained in it.

But no matter how they react, the ending is the same.

In a very short period of time, the sound of horseshoes began to sound around the camp, and it became louder and louder; it must be that the attacker led the horse and approached 200 meters before getting on the horse and launching the raid.

After a dozen or so breaths at the most, a majestic war horse came forward with a man in full body armor and straightened his waist, and rushed out of the night outside the camp first.

With twenty or thirty riders behind him, he rushed into the camp like a torrent.

Under the light of the bonfire, there was a deep knife scar on the face of the leading man. It looked like the kind that would split his face in half. It could be said to be extremely vicious.

However, compared to the terrifying appearance, the whole process of the man's fight can be regarded as an art; these people are like precise killing machines, full of violent beauty.

At the moment when they appeared in the night and were still five or sixty meters away from the camp, the hand crossbows or short bows drawn by these people were fired.

Even on unsteady horseback, these people's accuracy was extremely high, and they shot down seven or eight natives in a blink of an eye.

And after shooting the hand crossbow and short bow in their hands, seeing how these people moved, the weapons in their hands were replaced with various long-handled weapons.

Especially the headed man with a scar face, the weapon in his hand can be almost 4 meters long.

It should be a legendary horse lance, which was held under the arm by the man and charged. The tip of the lance, about 60 centimeters long, shone coldly under the campfire, and had a murderous aura as if it were real.

In the blink of an eye, the leader, the scarfaced man, rushed into the camp.

After a simple thrust, Ma Leng pierced through the chest of a small indigenous leader wearing Hu Biao's yellow helmet on his head; such a powerful assassination, but the sharp tip of the lance did not come out through the body.

After piercing to a deadly depth, the man grabbed the lance with his left hand and pulled it out. With the speed of the horse, the lance was pulled out without much effort.

When he swung his horse and cut the throat of another aborigine again, the lifeless body of the little aborigine leader wearing a yellow helmet fell down.

And the knights who rushed in with Scarface also easily knocked down the targets in front of them one by one.

After seeing this scene, Hu Biao and others were filled with indescribable joy.

Seriously!This kind of bloody scene where the human body is pierced by a gun and blood splatters is definitely the first time that Hu Biao and other bumpkins in the modern plane have seen it.

But the amazing thing is that they are not afraid at all now; the most important reason is that among the group of cavalry rushing in, there is a flag waving in the wind.

Under the light of the bonfire, the square characters on the banner clearly caught everyone's eyes: Tang.

I don't know why, but after seeing this word clearly, Hu Biao and the others felt inexplicably relieved, without the slightest panic, as if they were meeting family members.

In such a situation, when Hu Biao suddenly thought of something in his head, he spat a few mouthfuls of "Bah, bah~" and shouted:

"Tong Yan Wuji, God, I'm still a child, if I killed these grandchildren just now, it doesn't count if I lose ten years of life, bah, bah, bah..."

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Suddenly rushed into the camp, there were not many men suspected of being cavalrymen of the Tang army.

With their mental arithmetic and unintentional sudden attack, and the fact that their equipment and martial arts are far superior to those of the natives, there is no suspense in this battle at all.

At most, the time of urinating is enough, and the battle is completely over.

One mounted a war horse and beat the horse's butt desperately. After the native ran a hundred meters away, a one-eyed Tang soldier casually shot an arrow.

I don't see how he aims, but the sharp arrow hits the back of the target.

Let this aborigine who can escape from the sky just by riding a horse for a short while, fall off the horse with a "boom~" and never get up again.

This can be said to be a magical arrow, which can be regarded as the last straw in the hearts of the aboriginals.

Some guys who were also running for their lives, but far less fast than the natives who fell to the ground with arrows, stopped their steps and threw away their weapons.

Then he raised his hands high and fell to his knees on the ground.

At this point, this short raid was completely over. Most of the natives were killed in the battle, and a dozen or so people were captured alive.

On the spot, they were tightly tied up with ropes like livestock.

As for the casualties of these Tang troops, they were minimal at all.

There was only one Tang Jun who was stabbed in the left arm by the native counterattack hastily; but seeing that Tang Jun casually tore off the hem of his clothes and wrapped it, he didn't seem to care about it, the injury would not be serious.

At such a time, Hu Biao and the others are still in a very good mood.

However, soon after, when the scar-faced man at the head walked towards them with the light sound of his armor shaking as he walked, as well as the smell of blood and murderous intent all over his body.

Instinctively, Hu Biao and the others felt inexplicably nervous.

Because they suddenly thought of one thing: they regard these Tang Jun as their own, but how can they make these Tang Jun believe that they are themselves.

In case of being misunderstood by these fierce people and chopping it off with a knife, where will we go to reason at that time.

(End of this chapter)