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At noon, the capital team had already crossed the ice river. The horses stepped across the river with thick ice layers, and the rumbling of thunder cannons came from the distance from the east bank of the river. In the distance was a large city, Ningjiang City. On the towering stone walls, Khitan flags were flying. The sun shone straight against the snow, reflecting a dazzling white. The owner of the wing sent a messenger to order their camp to go directly around the city and to the back of the city.

This cavalry team consisting of five hundred new recruits from various tribes left a small group of people to take care of horses and supplies, and the rest of the cavalry rode away on war horses and ran away on the frozen and hard snow.

Lieutenant Xu Jian led them to run for about twenty miles, and then stopped to proofread the map. The cavalry dismounted and gathered together in groups to smoke. The Qibo wanted to go to the side to pick shit, but the trooper glared at him, "Damn, don't go far, just pull here!"

The young battalion leader Xu Jian also lit a cigarette, but he smoked not the tobacco of ordinary soldiers, nor did he use a pipe. He smoked cigarettes, and he didn't have to roll them by himself, but just rolled them in a silver cigarette box with twenty cigarettes inside. Several sharp-eyed cavalrymen also saw that in the leather bag on Dutou, there were two iron cans, which contained a cigarette, one hundred cans. Xu Jian lit the cigarette, wiped the telescope taken out of the leather case for a long time, and then raised it to see in front of him.

The Qianli Mile Mile appeared in a small village, about five miles away from them. Near the village, there was a flat ground rinsed out by a small river. On the other side was the edge of the high and low woods. Several paths reached into the trees. Xu Jian looked at the telescope for a long time. His eyes searched the deadly village road, without even a personal shadow. It was empty and dead, like a cemetery. Only the ice and snow were left, covered in silver, and it was enchanting.

"This should be the village that the above asked us to occupy." Xu Jian asked at the small village.

An agent sent by the Military Intelligence Department silently stood behind him, and said with a expressionless expression on his face, "It's indeed here."

"Then let's occupy there!" Xu Jian put away his telescope with a little hesitation in his expression.

"Will there be a huka in ambush there? This village looks quite small and does not look deserted, especially the woods next to the village, which is a good ambush place." The staff of the battalion department raised concerns. "Perhaps we should send two teams of cavalry to reconnaise first, check the village and the trees just in case."

"Well, it's okay to be careful when sailing a ten thousand-year-old ship. Just send a few cavalry to inquire." Xu Jian advised him as if he was so careful.

Na Qibo received an order from Dutou Chen Ling, asking him to take his team to the village to reconnaissance.

The three of them followed the order. Three horses walked side by side, walking into the empty village full of tension. Walking through windows where you might encounter hidden arrows. Behind each door.

They broke into the village like wild wolves in winter, and the wolves in winter slipped into the village late at night. But the streets were empty and silenced. The sound of a bell ringing suddenly came from the window of a very grand house. The bells were beating one after another, like waves of war drums. The Qibo clearly saw Rov walking side by side trembling all over, and he picked up his rifle in panic.

All the people in the village escaped. It can be seen that although this is a village in the Bohai Sea, it was occupied by the tribal army a few years ago. It has even become the base of tribal generals with some identity. Moreover, they seem to retreat in a hurry. From the self-tone clock that was not available for time to take away, it is not a cheap thing. Even now, the self-tone clock has become ordinary, but it is equivalent to the price of a high-quality war horse. If it is here outside the pass, at least it can be sold for five war horses. How can ordinary Bohai villagers buy this luxury goods?

All the people in the village escaped. It was obvious that they retreated into the city on the bank of the river. As for the original Bohai villagers, they might have long become slaves to the coalition forces.

They carefully scouted the village and confirmed that there was no one. Rov and Huoer finally relaxed and became happy. They began to plunder the spoils, things that they had no time to take away, silver plates, gold tent hooks, etc., they put everything small and easy to take into their own saddle bags, and the Qibo did not stop them. This was also a benefit for taking risks to come to investigate. He also found a few small and valuable items. During this period, Rov wanted to take the clock away, but was finally stopped by the Qibo. He would definitely be scolded after taking such a big clock. Then he still couldn't guarantee that he would have to hand over it, so it would be better not to take it. Anyway, when the troops came over, they would have to clean it up. Those were spoils, and some of them were finally rewarded to them.

After coming out of the village, they went to the woods next to the village. They walked to the hills behind the forest, but did not see half an ambush. However, standing on the hills, they could see the city on the bank of the river, with high walls and square shapes, and even the streets and alleys inside were squarely drawn, with brick, wood and stone houses, rows of warehouses, etc.

"Look, they're there!" Hall shouted, pointing his finger at the foot of the mountain.

The Qibo looked in the direction he pointed, and saw that to the east of them, a group of black dots were running away in the white snow. From here, the people looked very small, just like a group of ants, horse riding horses were galloping, and behind the horses were dragging a sledge. He narrowed his eyes and clamped the sunshine on his eyes with his palms. He could see clearly that they were some coalition forces, but they were not soldiers, but rather slaves and family members.

Looking back at the city, there was no panic in the city. Only the ditches dug up near the city that were covered with snow, as well as many defenders gathered on the city walls.

"They removed all the old and weak, the auxiliary soldiers!" Hall said in surprise.

They returned to the outside of the village and reported to Dutou and the camp owner what they saw.

The camp leader took a pencil and wrote something in his notebook, then greeted him with his hands.

"Then the robber!"

"have!"

The priest stepped forward with his legs and stood attentively.

Xu Jian handed him a note folded into four directions. "Your horse is faster than others. You should go to the owner of the wing immediately. At the fastest speed."

Na Qibo hid the paper in his pocket on his chest, walked to the war horse, and turned over the horse.

When he delivered the report, the wing department had already crossed the river and arrived ten miles below Ningjiang City. After reading the report, the wing owner in his thirties gave an order to a staff officer, asking him to follow Na Qibo to return to the camp and convey the order.

After receiving the order from the owner of the cabin, the entire battalion immediately spread out of the village as many exercises before.

The whole camp lined up in formation, and the sound of horses' hooves roaring in the afternoon silence, and they passed through the village.

The battalion commander Xu Jian rode the well-proportioned and even fat white horse to the front of the team. He held the reins tightly and wrapped the fiery red spikes tied with the horse handle in one hand.

The Qibo was waiting for the order with his breath, and C was already silently unfolding his formation on the right wing, preparing for the battle.

Xu Jian pulled out the command knife that Lu Shi had given when he graduated from the scabbard, and the blade was shining with a faint light.

"The whole camp!" He pointed his fingers to the left, right, and front with his command knife. He stopped above the raised ears of the big white horse and shouted loudly: "Become a scattered line. Go forward!"

"Pick up the rifle, put away the sabre, and charge!" The flag-master of the camp flag-master with the warrant officer roared, took the lead, and drove away with the camp flag in a flash.

The snow was trampled by countless horse hooves, making dull moans.

As soon as the Qibo put his spear flat, his horse was swept by the torrent of the brigade of horses, and he rushed in at full speed. The figure of the captain's camp leader in front was gradually unable to see clearly, but the flag in the hand of the warrant officer's flag-holder was still flying high and leading them forward.

The white snow was speeding backwards under their feet, and the knights of Cdu made a trembling shout, which also infected the Bdu next to them.

The war horses galloped and leaped far away. In a deafening scream, the Qibo heard the sound of bows and arrows breaking through the air that were still far away.

As we approached, the first feather arrow flew over the top of our heads with a sharp sound, dragging the long sound of the sound of the slashing through the clear sky.

The robber tightly clamped the cold riding gun under his armpit, and his arms were hurt. His palms were sweating, and it was slippery like a layer of snot.

The feather arrow flew over his head, and he leaned his head as much as possible on the sweaty horse's neck, and the pungent smell of horse sweat drilled into his nose. Through the horse's hair, he saw that the old and weak tribes in front of him were getting closer and closer. They began to push the carriage and sledge on the road together, surrounded a carriage array, hid behind, and wanted to resist. Both young and old, men and women, they were all staring their bows and kept shooting arrows towards the approaching Qin army.

The blood of the Qibo's chest was boiling, and the blood seemed to have rushed to the top of his head. At this moment, his eyes were locked at the people in front of him, and there was nothing else. In his eyes, although those people were old, weak, women and children, since they took up weapons and refused to surrender, they were enemies. Although the Qin army had many strict military rules, such as requiring not to abuse prisoners, not to kill prisoners without mercy. However, one thing is very clear: as long as they refuse to put down their weapons, they are still enemies, no matter how old or young, or men and women.

Even if there are only a group of women, children, elderly and weak in front of us, since they are fighting with weapons, they are the enemy.

The first person he saw to fall off was their head lieutenant Chen Ling. He was shot by a tribe's crossbow arrow. The three-foot-long crossbow arrow shot directly into Chen Ling's shoulder. He was shot down with great strength. After his war horse jumped over Chen Ling, who was lying on the snow, he was also shot an arrow on his neck, and a neighing sound, and his neck fell down. The erectile erect was also thrown away from the saddle and flew to the ground.

His red horse bared his two rows of teeth and exposed his pink gums, as if the tip of a knife was slashed through the glass, sharp and profoundly engraved in his memory.

Someone continued to fall, and several cavalry and horses fell down together. The Qibo secretly thanked that it was winter now and there was thick snow on the ground. Although he was thrown off his horse, he was lucky to have neither fallen nor trampled by the war horses behind him. Thanks to them being the scattered line, and charging in the snow, the horses were not fast.

The first time the scattered cavalrymen who were really fighting in actual combat, the neat scattered formations when they came out of the village were now a little messy. But overall, they still maintained the storm. There was no neat formation. The scattered cavalry began to use their natural riding skills, but instead rushed even more like fish in water.

At this time, Qibo also jumped onto a war horse that had just lost his master and continued to rush forward with the team. In a blink of an eye, they had already rushed to the rushing formation.

An old Khitan, who was tall, but even his eyebrows and beard, had a fur hat on his head, frowned, and knelt in the snow. He was holding a horn bow in his hand, almost firing an arrow towards him. The whistling arrow barely rubbed his cheeks, taking away a trace of his flesh and leaving a blood groove. The abandoned erection felt the thrilling feeling of death passing by. He was angry and frightened. He raised his rifle, tightened the reins with all his might, and stabbed the old man violently.

He did not use bows or thunder. Each of their new recruits had just issued two thunders before the battle. However, he was useless. There was no order from above to ask them to use such tactics. They only faced a group of old and weak, and there was no need to waste precious thunders. Even bows and arrows were not needed. It was enough to rush up and break through their simple chariot array in one fell swoop.

His cavalry was extremely fast, so that the old man had no way to hide. After the ridge-shaped spear tip pierced into the old Khitan who jumped up, the gun rod was also pierced in half. After the primordial pierced, he had to release the gun rod under the heavy pressure of his fallen body.

As he jumped past, he saw the old man pulling his bent fingers around, grabbing the gun bar, as if he wanted to pull him out. The Qibo had already grabbed the hilt and pulled out the shiny saber.

A Shiwei man threw away his spear, grabbed his wolf-skin hat and turned back in fear and ran back.

The Qibo chased after the horse with his sword and horse, and jumped past the space left by the white-bearded Khitan old man who died in battle, jumped over the horizontal carriage, jumped into the carriage formation, caught up with the escaped Shiwei man, raised his saber high and slashed it down fiercely.

This knife was slashed and split the skull of the young man Shi Wei in half.

The young man in Shiwei struggled, and fell to the ground as if he was slipping. The brittle sound of half of the skull fell on the snow, sprinkling a layer of bright red and pale.

The war horse neighed and jumped up, carrying the abandoned erection to the middle of the chariot.

There were constant sounds of bows and arrows breaking through the air in the snow, and more of the sound of Qin army cavalry's rifles piercing each other's leather armor and leather robes into flesh.

A sweaty war horse ran past him with a bald Dangxiang cavalry body. One of the feet of the Dangxiang cavalry was still hanging in stirrups, and the war horse dragged the bloody corpse in the snow.

The Qibo's head was a little drowsy, as heavy as if it had been poured into lead.

The battle was almost over, and those people were defeated by one of their charges.

He got off the horse, shook his head, and felt heavy in his heart.

Then a group of vans rushed past him. Someone made a simple stretcher with pifeng and cavalry rifles, carrying the injured soldiers. A group of Khitan and Shiwei prisoners were driven to the snow beside him. They were crowded into a group, and their weapons had long been discarded, like frightened sheep, crowded into a group.

He saw their faces full of fear, like pale snow. He threw the reins and jumped off the war horse that did not belong to him. He didn't know why, but finally turned to the young man who was hacked to death by him. The young man in the Siwei was lying next to the bloody sled, with a black palm spreading open, as if he was begging for something from someone.

Na Qibo looked at his face. This was a face with fear before his death. Under his rough skin, it was the face of a young man who had just begun to show his beard. Those beards that had just emerged meant that this was just a teenager.

"Hey, what's wrong with you? Are you injured? Do you want to call a military doctor?" An unrecognized young Han officer rushed past him and shouted, with a second lieutenant's ejection hanging on his shoulder.

The Qibo looked up at the officer's golden epaulette, then looked at the young face with a mask under the helmet. This was also a young man. Although he was wearing the epaulette of a second lieutenant, he was only about twenty years old. Maybe he was not twenty years old, but he was about the same age as him.

He sighed and turned toward the horse that had just been fighting with him. His steps were chaotic and heavy, like a mountain pressing on his shoulders. He was terrified and wandering in his heart. He grabbed the stirrup in his hand, but he couldn't lift the heavy foot for a long time.

Seeing that he did not answer, the lieutenant stopped the horse, looked at him carefully, and said to himself: "It seems that he had fallen to his head during the battle. The natural knight can't even step on the stirrups. It seems that he is still injured." After saying that, he raised his head and shouted at a soldier carrying a Red Cross box in the distance: "Medical soldier, here, there is a wounded man here. I guess his head is broken, so carry him away!"

The middle-aged military doctor with a box with a red cross sign on his arm trot came over. He grabbed the robber, flipped his eyelids, took off his helmet, took off his cotton hood, touched his head carefully, and finally said: "There is a lump on his head. It seems that it may be a concussion caused by falling off the horse. I have to observe and treat it immediately. The person who comes, carry him away and send him to the medical tent immediately!"
Chapter completed!