Everyone tensed up, anxiously staring at Gao Qiu's rapidly sliding body, the ropes rattling. In a moment, Gao Qiu had reached the opposite shore, leapt onto the cliff, and excitedly waved to everyone.
Lin Wanrong waved his hand, saying in a low voice, "Big brother Hu, pass down the order, leave the war horses here, everyone is to wear light clothes, bring only rations and weapons, and immediately cross the canyon."
The order was passed down, the excitement of the soldiers was tinged with a hint of sadness. They silently stroked the war horses that accompanied them day and night, their feelings of reluctance to leave could be seen clearly.
Hu Bugui sighed, rubbing the mane of the war horse a few times, suddenly hardened his heart, and heavily slapped the horse's butt. The war horse raised its head, neighing loudly. It galloped into the depths of the forest. Countless war horses followed behind it, forming a black and white cloud, slowly disappearing into the primeval forest.
Lin Wanrong tied the rope, tested its firmness, and nodded slightly.
"Go!" he roared. He loosened his hands, the rustling of the rope passing into his ears. Lin Wanrong took the lead, his body like a large bird spreading its wings, rapidly gliding to the opposite shore. Clouds and mist curled under his feet, the sound of the wind drifting past his ears. Lin Wanrong turned his head to look. Under the dark sky, the green mountains and clear waters of the distant Helan Mountains, the lofty cliffs and lofty ridges gradually faded away, like a wisp of misty wind. There was no trace of them.
Gliding swiftly, in the blink of an eye, they had reached the opposite peak. Gao Qiu pulled him up, gave him a thumbs up, and tied the three ropes tightly. Gao Qiu lightly whistled. Three figures flashed across the opposite, as light as swallows in the night.
By the time all the brothers had passed, the sky was already bright. The faint cries of birds entered their ears, and the gurgling dew fell on their cheeks, giving them a cold feeling.
"Break the rope!" Lin Wanrong lightly shouted. The three soldiers raised their swords and fell. The rope used to cross the canyon was broken at the root. It slowed down at first, then sped up and fell straight into the clouds. The tragic feeling of blood boiling spread in everyone's chest in an instant.
After traveling for thirty to forty li from the summit, the hillside in front of them suddenly became steeper, as if it had been cut by a steel knife. The winding path was covered with jagged rocks and was only a foot wide. Behind it was an endless cliff. The eight thousand men were like geckos climbing the cliff, their hands clinging tightly to the rock wall, moving step by step. Their sweat turned into raindrops and fell to the bottom of the cliff. Looking from the foot of the mountain, in the boundless clouds, they were like the tranquil totem on the rock paintings of Mount Helan, inviting people to worship.
When they came down from the cliff, everyone felt like they had just survived a disaster. Their armors were all wet, and their hands and feet were numb, as if they didn't belong to them anymore. Thousands of people lay on the cold ground of the canyon, breathing heavily. Even Hu Bugui, who had fought against the Turks for more than twenty years, could not help but sigh in amazement at this scene.
This short stretch of road lasted from dawn to dusk. After counting, hundreds of his brothers had been buried in the abyss, not even their bones were left. The surprise attack had not even lasted for half a day, but they had already lost more than two hundred people. Lin Wanrong tightly clenched his teeth, not uttering a single sound.
After crossing two mountains, the physical strength of all the soldiers had reached the limit. After two days of rapid marching without sleep or rest, even a man of iron would not be able to endure it. Hearing the faint sound of wind coming from the canyon ahead, Lin Wanrong finally waved his hand, ordering the soldiers to set up camp and rest.
The formation had long been scattered, everyone lying powerlessly on the ground. After four days of rapid marching, all the soldiers' faces were covered with stubble, their armors were in tatters, and their cheeks were much thinner. They looked like defeated soldiers that had just retreated from the frontlines.
"I see it, I see it — —" He had just drunk a mouthful of water. Before he could catch his breath. Gao Qiu's face was flushed red, shouting as he sprinted over.
Lin Wanrong said with a smile, "Brother Gao, didn't you go with Li Wuling to be the vanguard? What, what did you see? "
Gao Qiu drew a deep breath. He forced himself to calm down, "Brother Lin, I see — — in front, plains! A boundless prairie! "
Lin Wanrong stood up, grabbing Gao Qiu's hand, "Brother Gao, what did you say?! Say it again! "
Gao Qiu's eyes were filled with tears, "Brother Lin, we've succeeded! Plains, verdant plains, the plains of the Turks, it's right in front of us! "
The plains of the Turks?! Right in front of us?! Lin Wanrong's throat was so dry that it was on fire. He wanted to speak, but his voice was hoarse. Gao Qiu pulled on him and rushed to the opposite slope.
His leaden legs felt incredibly heavy, and these few steps felt like they had covered ten thousand meters. It was not easy for them to reach the top of the slope. With just a glance, Lin Wanrong's eyes began to moisten.
In the dusk, the plains before him seemed incomparably vast, green grass, blue sky, and even the air carried the faint scent of grass. At the foot of the mountain was a verdant lake, clear and serene, gleaming with a golden luster in the afterglow of the setting sun. Countless cows and sheep leisurely strolled along the grassland by the lake, and thunderous drumbeats could be heard in the distance. Amidst the quaking of the earth, the ten thousand Turkic steeds galloped like clouds in the sky, neighing to their heart's content. Their black and white manes drifted in the setting sun like willow catkins in the spring of Jiangnan. On the distant lakeside, twenty-some white tents were like little white flowers blooming on the green plains, bright and dazzling.
The plains! The plains of the Turks! We've really arrived! Lin Wanrong clenched his fists, wanting nothing more than to raise his head to the heavens and roar, releasing the pent-up anger in his heart. This feeling was like eating ice cream in June, invigorating beyond compare.
At some point, countless brothers had gathered around him. All of them had their eyes and mouths wide open as they stared at the boundless plains, dazed and dazed.
Over the centuries, the Turkic cavalry had trampled over the borders and cities of China countless times, committing all sorts of atrocities on our fertile lands. Countless brothers and sisters had been trampled upon by them, dying to the butcher blades of their cavalry. Their blood and bones had covered the sands of the desert, creating a century of humiliation for China.
Countless soldiers had dreamed of reining in their horses and charging into the Turkic plains, using their blades forged of blood and fire to wash away the centuries of humiliation and suffering that China had suffered.
That dream of a century had lasted until today. Only now had it been realized by a group of wounded soldiers descending from the sky, their faces thin and their clothes in tatters. Their military appearance was already miserable beyond words. But at this moment, the bright blades in their hands represented the disgrace of China! What kind of exciting moment was this?!
Yellow teardrops fell on the rough faces of the soldiers who had been ravaged by the wind and sand. Countless people began to weep silently. That sorrowful and proud voice was like the sobbing of silkworms in the spring night. It faintly resounded in the darkness of the plains.
"General, just let me die here." Hu Bugui was so emotional that tears streamed down his face. With a clatter, he pulled out his long blade and fiercely swung it at the sky. The swift snow-white light pierced through the plains, heading straight for the firmament.
Lin Wanrong patted him on the shoulder, silently smiling, his gaze sweeping across the countless haggard and excited faces in front of him.
Countless expectant and excited gazes were looking at him. Love, respect, entrusting one's life to him, there were too many meanings contained in those words. Lin Wanrong choked with sobs, suddenly waving his hand, his mighty voice piercing through the rubble and into the firmament, "Warriors, the history of China will be rewritten at this moment!! You — — my dearest brothers — — will be the first to destroy the Turkic plains!! Your figures are destined to become a monument of my China for thousands of years to come — — to be remembered forever! — — Where are the blades?! "
"Roar." The bright blades were unsheathed, reflecting the red and excited cheeks of countless people. Tens of thousands of snow-white light were bone-chilling, as though the plains had been severed...
The four days of life and death journey, and the lives of more than two hundred soldiers, were finally not wasted. The moment they saw the plains, everyone understood that the vast Helan Mountains had been left behind, and an even crueler journey was about to come.
"Brother Hu Bugui, look at the people stationed across the lake, who could they be?!" Lying on the hillside, leisurely chewing on a blade of grass, Lin Wanrong casually pointed to a tent in the distance. He asked in a relaxed and relaxed manner.
After days of traveling and seeing the prairie again, the exhaustion and excitement of the soldiers surged up. They had already set up camp and rested for a long time, while Lin Wanrong discussed the current situation with Hu Bugui and the others.
If Hu Bugui's estimation was correct. Their current position was only seventy or eighty kilometers away from Bayanhaote, which meant that from now on, the Turks could appear in front of them at any time. From the dangers they encountered while crossing the Helan Mountains. There was a reason why the Turks had set up their provisions supply station in Bayanhaote, and the sudden appearance of Lin Wanrong and the eight thousand soldiers would add to the mystery, bringing an unparalleled psychological impact and shock to the Turks.
As soon as she stepped into the grassland, Lin Wanrong returned to her old tone, and there was a hint of playfulness in her words. Incomparably relaxed.
"It's not possible to judge at the moment." Hu Bugui shook his head. He stared intently at the dozen or so tents in the distance. A faint light shone out from the tents, like the lonely stars on the plains. "But one thing is certain. There shouldn't be many of them, only a few hundred. At most, there are no more than a thousand. "
There's no need for you to judge, I can also see it. Lin Wanrong gave a few dry laughs, then asked, "Are they herdsmen?"
"Definitely not herdsmen," Hu Bugui replied with absolute certainty.
Lin Wanrong looked at him with a puzzled expression. Hu Bugui explained with a smile, "Although the Turks are nomadic, they wouldn't send out hundreds of people to graze. The number of people on the other side is a little too much."
This was true, even if the Turks were rich and stupid, they wouldn't send out such a large number of people to graze sheep at once. Lin Wanrong nodded.
"Secondly, from the tents they've set up, it can be seen that they are not herdsmen. General, please look — —" Hu Bugui pointed to the yurts in the distance and explained, "They've set up their tents in a very orderly manner. It's a large circle, and the tents on the periphery are the densest. The further in they go, the fewer tents there are, and the more careful they are, the more distinguished they are. If they were ordinary Turks, they would move their whole family, and the tents would be much looser, and would never be so orderly. "
It seemed like it was the right decision to bring Hu Bugui here. With his many years of experience fighting the Hu, he would be of great help in this raid. Lin Wanrong grunted, "Since they're not herdsmen. Then they must be Turkic cavalry! "
Hu Bugui chuckled, "I think so too. If they're not Turkic cavalry, why would they bring so many horses? "
Speaking of horses, Lin Wanrong's attention was instantly drawn. Their horses had all been left on the other side of the peak. And on the turbulent grasslands, losing their horses was tantamount to breaking one's legs. His desire for horses had never been stronger than before.
On the other side of the lake, tens of thousands of horses were resting quietly. From afar, it looked like a thick dark cloud, causing Lin Wanrong's heart to itch.
"Aiyo." Lin Wanrong clapped his hands, "I understand, these Turks are sending horses to Bayanhaote. Because it's getting late, it's not conducive for a large number of horses to move, so they're camped here. Tomorrow morning, they'll be leaving for Bayanhaote. "
Combined with the strategic position of Bayanhaote, Lin Wanrong's guess was reasonable. Hu Bugui nodded in deep thought.
In other words, Bayanhaote was really in front of them! Lin Wanrong's heart jumped several times. He secretly swallowed a mouthful of saliva. "Brother Hu, do you think these horses have been tamed by the Turks? Can we ride them? "
Last time in Wuyuan, it was difficult to tame five thousand Turkic horses in a short period of time, and he even chopped off their heads, so he had this question.
Hu Bugui understood what he meant, nodded, "These horses have just been sent over from the Hu horse farm, and will not recognize their master yet. Only when they are trained by the Turkic cavalry will they be able to become one with their master. The ones we slaughtered at Wuyuan last time were those Turkic horses that had been trained very well. "
"What you mean is that. At this stage, in the eyes of these Turkic horses, we are the same as the Turks? These horses are the same no matter who rides them? "Lin Wanrong's eyes flashed.
Hu Bugui nodded, "Yes, that's it. At this stage, the Turkic horses don't differentiate between the Hu and the Chinese. If we train them well. Who knows if these Turkic horses are loyal to China. "
Gao Qiu, who was listening to them, burst into laughter, "Damn, these Turkic horses are so handsome, I thought they wouldn't betray the country. These Turkic horses are the same as our China horses! What a damn horse traitor! "
The several people burst into laughter. The haze of the previous few days was swept away. Lin Wanrong stared at the lake opposite. After a long period of contemplation. Suddenly he said, "Brother Hu, based on your experience, how long will it take to get rid of those Hu people? I want to kill every single one of them! "
Hu Bugui gave a confident smile, "The Turks are terrifying when they form a group. There are only a few hundred of them, and they are all alone. As long as we make them hide in the camp, and don't let them run off on their horses, it will be easy to deal with them. I estimate that it will not take more than an hour."
Gao Qiu had been following by Lin Wanrong's side for a long time, and understood his habits. He said joyfully, "Brother Lin, aren't we going to kill those bastards? With Turkic women, stealing Turkic horses, the day that Old Gao has been waiting for has finally arrived. I'm going to be the beard of the Hu people, damn it. No one will believe it, haha — — "
Old Gao's delusions were really not light. Lin Wanrong laughed and patted him on the shoulder, "Brother Gao, I'm afraid you will be disappointed this time. Not only will I not steal the horses, on the contrary, I will give them to you! "
Give them to you? Gao Qiu was taken aback. He could not understand what Brother Lin meant.
Hu Bugui was experienced, after a short pause he understood the crux of the matter. He said joyfully, "Give them to you?! Good, good! I guarantee that the Hu people will not think of this. "
Gao Qiu was still in a daze. Hu Bugui smiled and whispered a few words into his ear. Old Gao let out a few 'ah's, as if he was enlightened, he gave a thumbs up and praised, "Brother Lin, you really are full of ingenious ideas, you can use your troops like a god, this time the Turkic people will be in trouble."
Lin Wanrong grinned. He did not speak. But Hu Bugui thought of something. Frowning, he said, "General Lin's plan is the best. But to first get rid of these Turkic people, and not let a single one of them escape, this will take some time to think. "
This was what Lin Wanrong was worried about. He nodded and sighed, "Brother Hu is right, if even one of these Hu people escape, then all our efforts will be in vain. How to kill them in the shortest time possible, this is the biggest problem. "
The two of them frowned in deep thought. Gao Qiu looked at the tents on the other side of the lake, suddenly asking, "Old Hu, do these Turkic people know how to swim?"
This abrupt question caused Hu Bugui to be taken aback for a moment. He smiled and replied, "The Hu people do not bathe in the four seasons of the year, what they are most afraid of is water. Brother Gao, do you have any good ideas?"
"Good ideas, I don't think so." Gao Qiu chuckled, taking out a large paper bag from his bosom, caressing it lovingly, a lecherous smile on his face, "— I just thought of the methods that Brother Lin used in the past, it was really shocking, it was infinitely exquisite."
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