My Chinese ancestors

Chapter 298
The night was like water, and the dark sky outlined the spots of firelight in the huge tribal camp.

In the royal tent in the center of the Luotang tribe, the light of the fire flickered. Luantang Bagui sat on a large chair covered with animal skins, and slowly ate the minced meat soup under the service of the maid.

He covered his forehead. The pain left behind by old age made it impossible for him to sleep. From time to time, there were slight footsteps and low voices outside.

The nerves that made Luo Ting Ba Gui tense up even more.

An ambush has been set up in the camp. According to his understanding of the Yan army, attacking the camp at night is the most effective and fastest way to capture the Luoti tribe.

After all, all the previous battles of the other party were enough to support his guess.

But there were also some things that made him feel a little anxious. As a khan who ruled the western grasslands and several countries in the western regions, such uneasiness could not be expressed in any way in front of his subordinates.

He couldn't guess when and which direction the opponent would choose to attack.

Luotingba Gui sat silently on the chair for a while. The headache still didn't subside. He took off the blanket that was wrapped around him and walked out of the tent.

Between the bonfires burning outside were tents. The tribesmen below their knees were hiding inside with steel knives in their hands, waiting for the enemy to attack the camp.

Luoting Bugui raised his hand slightly and called the scout who was waiting not far away in front of him.

"They are already on their way, be careful."

While he was talking, a group of patrolling tribal soldiers suddenly exclaimed. Luo Tingba Gui frowned slightly and scolded the scouts around him, and the guards quickly told the shouting patrol soldiers to shut up.

The guard who had passed by came back soon, his expression became not so good, and he saw him leading a horse, with a person sitting on the horse, to be precise, a headless horseman.

When they got closer, they saw the cavalryman's head hanging under the neck of the war horse, with a blood-stained letter in his mouth.

"Khan, this is the scout posted outside... I have a bad feeling." A tribe leader who came over after hearing the news took the letter.

Luotang Bagui asked him to open the letter. There was no text on it, only a scrawled picture of an eagle shot to death by a sharp arrow.

In the dark night, there was a faint howl of wolves in the distance.

"Let all the soldiers who set up an ambush be alert to attack the camp." Luoting Bugui's face remained as usual. He gave instructions to the guards beside him, turned around and walked back: "...No one can rest, they will definitely come tonight."

Luotang Bagui held the scrawled picture, returned to the king's tent and sat down, looking at the eagle shot dead by a sharp arrow on the paper, his face was silent, but for some reason he felt flustered and out of breath.

He looked at the painting for a while, his eyes closed slightly, and sleep gradually came over him, the sound of horns suddenly sounded outside, and the sound of roaring horse hooves exploded into the night, rumbling over from a distance.

Luoting Bagui suddenly woke up from his drowsiness, stood up with a swish, and then let the maid help him staggering towards the tent. At this time, the whole camp exploded, and he heard the sound of horns and the sound of horse hooves in the distance. The soldiers of the Tuan tribe quickly got out of the tent, took their weapons, and held their breath and held the weapons or the handles of the carts.

However, the roar of huge horse hooves spread outside, getting farther and farther away...

All the soldiers in the Luotang tribe looked at each other in confusion, and their own cavalry rushed in from outside, waving their arms, and then came to the king's tent, jumped off their horses, and walked quickly to the front of Luantang Bugui: "Khan , a group of Yan cavalry came and then ran away."

"Maybe he's testing, the enemy is very cunning!" Luotang Bagui frowned and fell into silent thought, "Tell the cavalry lurking outside not to act rashly."

After sending away the orderly knight, Luoting Bugui returned to the king's tent. He was startled just now, and his headache became much more serious. He sat on the chair and waited for a while, asked the maid the time, and frowned even more.

"It's past midnight... Why hasn't the Yan army moved yet?"

Outside, the night was quiet except for the whining sound of wind blowing through the tent. The soldiers who had set up ambush in the tents squatted nervously in the tent, listening to the movements outside.

The sound of the wind stopped at this moment, and it was so quiet that it was scary.

Another half an hour passed, and Luoting Bagui's head was swelling and painful. He kept trying to figure out the intentions of King Xia of Yan Kingdom, but he just couldn't figure out what the other party was going to do and when he would come to kill him.

"Go find the captain of the guard and come here..."

As soon as Luantang Bagui said this, the desolate horn horn sounded again in the night outside. Along with the horn horn, there were countless shouts of people coming from afar.

"coming!"

Different from the sound of horse hooves before, there were also the shouts of many people. Luantang Bagui was startled again and hurriedly asked people to notify his subordinates in the ambush tent to wait.

The next moment, the ground shook, and the sound of horse hooves came suddenly from outside. A large number of soldiers in the Luoting tribe camp finally couldn't hold their breath and got out one after another.

Rumble!
The sound of the cavalry trampling the ground only lasted for a moment, and then gradually faded away, disappearing into the night. This made Luotang Bagui crumple up the scrawled painting in his hand and throw it to the ground: "What on earth are they going to do?" ?!”

"...Khan, why not let the cavalry outside set up an ambush. If they come again, we will kill them.",

Hearing the proposal of a major leader, Luoting Bugui shook his head, his face was gloomy and terrifying, "They may just want to make you lose your composure and kill you! That's really the trick of the people of Zhongyan!"

"They must know that there is an ambush in the tribe, and have prepared horses and other equipment to restrain the cavalry, so they do not dare to attack the camp easily, and they want to use this method to lure you out!"

His thoughts drifted towards this aspect, and the more he thought about it, the more he thought it was possible.

"Send an order for all those who set up an ambush to stay in the tent without removing their armor or weapons. They should sleep and wait quietly. If they hear any disturbance, they should not come out easily."

"Khan is wise!" Several chief ministers praised him.

The order was passed on, and the soldiers in the Luuta tribe had no choice but to obey the Khan's order, return to the tent, put on their clothes and sleep. Soon, they started snoring.

Luotang Bagui dismissed everyone, returned to the king's tent, sat back on the chair, asked the maid to cover him with a blanket, and sat with his forehead propped up for a while. Not long after, the sound of horse hooves and horns came again, spreading outside the tribe. , and hurried away.

A disdainful sneer appeared on the old man's face.

Sure enough, it coincided with what he imagined. The Yan people were leading his soldiers out to fight in the field, or to test whether there was an ambush.

He sat leaning against the back of the chair for a while, feeling sleepy again.

The night was dark, and as time passed, the camp became quieter. The wind blew the campfire and sent sparks flying in the air.

The cavalrymen of the Luotang tribe who were lurking behind several grassy hills several miles away were also dozing off while waiting. They lay down on the grass and waited. The occasional sound of horse hooves in the distance could no longer panic them.

In the darkness, Huo Qubing stroked the maroon horse's mane and watched the monotonous sound of horse hooves running back in front. Huo Qubing rubbed the horse's neck, then straightened up, licked his fingers, and raised them above his head. "The wind direction is OK."

He whispered, turned his head, and looked at Zhao Yun, who was holding the reins and eager to try, with a sneer on his lips: "Zilong, tell me, does that old man named Luantang Bugui think we are afraid of him?"

Zhao Yun used a strip of cloth to wrap the gentian gun and his palm together, then pinched it with his teeth, and the silver gun was firmly fixed in his hand.

Hearing Huo Qubing's words, he didn't reply, but also had a sneer on his lips.

……

Directly to the north, the captured scout was killed with a sword. Su Chen dragged the Xia King Sword onto the chariot. The sword body stained with blood was pressed against the wooden board. He rubbed the sword head inlaid with emerald gems.

Watching the scout galloping towards him on horseback, he listened to the message from Li Jing.

King Xia of the Yan Kingdom, who had gone through dozens of battles, big and small, slowly raised his hand, his eyes filled with cold murderous intent in the darkness.
"Send the order to General Li, let's start." Su Chen paused the King of Xia Sword on the chariot, "Whoever gets the head of Luotang Bagui will be made a marquis!"

"Yes."

The commander mounted his horse again and quickly disappeared into the howling night. After passing the king's order five miles to the east, more commanders started running in the darkness and headed in other directions.

Soon, figures were lying on the grass. Qin Qiong and Yu Chigong raised their arms. The figures lurking behind them slowly got up and moved towards the huge tribe in the distance. Their long bows were drawn out and arrows wrapped in kerosene were drawn.

To the northwest, Li Xuanba was reading a book and riding a horse. The two thousand soldiers behind him began to change their formations according to his gestures, forming a Yafeng with him as the center.

To the north, Zhang Yi and Ge Shuhan, under the command of Li Jing, led their troops and horses to move around the wilderness.

In the due east direction, Huo Qubing and Zhao Yun raised their weapons, and the resting cavalry behind them silently mounted their horses and lined up to check their equipment. At a certain moment, when an order was given to the cavalry to gallop towards this direction, they urged their mounts to follow the two generals in front. Move slowly.

Densely packed horse hooves trampled and ran, and the iron hooves instantly turned into thunder in the darkness.

Rumble!
The sound of huge iron hoofs plowing the ground was first heard by the shaking and lurking scouts of the Luant tribe. They rested their horses and lay under the horses' bellies. When the sound of hoofbeats came, they just raised their heads, probably thinking that they were running away like the previous two times. He came over without saying a word and left in a hurry.

However, when they realized something was wrong, the mighty cavalry had already spread over.

The few lurking scouts quickly climbed out of the horse's belly. Seeing the scene in the darkness ahead, their scalps felt numb. They quickly got on the horse. As soon as they sat on the horse, they were shot by flying arrows and fell off the horse to death.

Huo Qubing lowered his long bow and said in a bold and arrogant voice: "Hurry up, come with me and wake up the barbarians!"

The group of cavalry behind them was filled with the sound of bows drawn.

The sound of horse hooves swept through the wilderness to the east of the tribe. The soldiers in the Luoting tribe were lying on their sides in the tent holding knives. They did not come out. They felt the shaking from the ground and only opened their eyes. Some people sat up and raised their ears vigilantly. , someone yawned, turned over and continued to sleep.

Luantang Bugui was old. When he heard the noise, he just opened his eyes, smiled disdainfully, and continued to sleep with his forehead propped up.

But among the [-] Luoti tribe cavalry lurking in the south of the tribe, the soldiers monitoring the movement stood on the grass hill, watching the fire gradually light up in the darkness with the sound of hooves, and suddenly shouted.

"The Yan army is coming!"

Among the tribe, patrolling soldiers gathered at the edge. In their sight, a black 'long line' spread up with dense firelight.

"The people of Yan are here!"

"Hurry... the Yan people are really coming to kill you this time!"

A patrol of ten people made a small sound in the huge tribal camp. They ran with weapons in hand and looked back from time to time. The overwhelming flames in their eyes rose and fell, forming a sea of ​​fire and rising into the sky.

Cross the long track and then pour down!

Whoosh whoosh—

Swish swish swish swish—

The densely packed arrows dragged the flames on the arrows, covering the tents on the east side of the tribe like raindrops. The felt tents were instantly pierced by the arrows, and they were nailed to the Luotian soldiers who were sleeping inside, or pretending to be ambushed, and the flames Touch the flammable fur and it will burst into flames.

The flames licked the flammable felt, and the cold wind started a huge fire. Many Luoting soldiers hiding in the tent rushed out of the burning tent with the fire burning, rolling wildly on the ground, and letting out shrill screams.

The people in charge of the nearby areas all watched the scene of fire rain falling, and the red light illuminated the burning scene everywhere. They drew their swords and shouted: "Don't panic, gather in an open place and form a formation!"

In the midst of shouting and running, the tribal camp to the east almost fell into the sea of ​​​​fire. The wooden sticks holding up the tent collapsed in the burning. A man who even had the identity of Dadu rushed out with flames all over his body and bumped into the chaotic crowd. , causing greater chaos, and the soldiers who had not yet had time to run out were buried under the collapsed tents, and the flames spread rapidly.

"Quickly report to the Khan!" A commander called to Lingqi. There were traces of being blackened on his face. He sent the messenger away. The ground under his feet continued to vibrate, becoming more and more frequent.

In his sight, the Yan people's cavalry roared towards them like the waves of the sea, bypassing the burning felt tents, stepping on the aisles between the tents, and scattered the hurriedly formed formations of the Luoti tribe soldiers.

The next moment, a figure on a white horse rushed into his field of vision with a gun raised.

The firelight reflected the white robes and armor, and the horse galloped wildly. A snow-white sharp spear clicked, flying away the Luotian soldiers blocking the way, and rushed towards him. The sharp spear directly magnified in his eyes.

puff!
The head of the gun was inserted into the face of this Dadutong, and the minced meat came out from the back of the head!
Zhao Yun galloped on his horse, holding the silver gentian gun and fiercely pushing the corpse forward. With his face stained with blood, he swung his arms violently, lifted the corpse and smashed it into several panicked gangsters who were rushing towards him. The soldier's reins were tightened, and as the war horse neighed, he stood up, his white cloak spread out, and his voice roared: "Kill——"

The nine thousand Yulin Cavalry spread like a tide to the east camp of the Kuantu tribe, knocking down, trampling, stabbing and stabbing the soldiers here like a wave of waves, and the panicked soldiers, herdsmen, and even mixed in with each other. Many women and children fell under the crushing iron hooves.

Sneaking soldiers and horses in the north, northwest, and northeast. At the moment when the cavalry killed the east side of the Luoting tribe, countless people no longer had to hide. They raised their swords and spears, and the ferocious aura spread over them, and they ran wildly.

"Kill!" Qin Qiong rode alongside the tall Yuchi Gong and charged forward.

"Kill!" The same voice also shouted from the mouths of Ge Shuhan and Zhang Yi in the north.

Among the people running wildly, Li Xuanba carried the military book and waved his hammers: "Kill!"

Countless roars resounded through the dark night in three directions. Tens of thousands of people violently swept toward the camp ahead, and the ground trembled under the feet of countless running horses.

(End of this chapter)