Bayanhaote, the city of the grassland, was originally a mound on the endless flat grassland, towering over the grassland. After the establishment of the Turkic Khaganate, temporary walls and thick gates were built here because of the need for expansion. Bayanhaote was used as a transit station between the grassland and the desert, and it was also an important logistical support place for the Turkic invasion of China. Almost all the horses and provisions of the Hu people were supplied from here, which showed its importance to the Turkic people. It was self-evident.
The moment they stepped into Bayanhaote. In the hearts of all the generals and soldiers of China. They all felt a tragic feeling of blood boiling. They had come for Bayanhaote. From the moment they cut off the flying rope on Helan Mountain, everyone knew that they had no way out and that it was destined to be a path of death. The grassland was their burial place, but no one chose to retreat.
It was inevitable that a general would die in battle. As a sharp knife inserted into the hearts of the Hu people of China, they would make the tough Turkic people tremble. As General Lin said, the names of everyone here. They would be written in the history of China.
"Is this Bayanhaote?!" Gao Qiu followed Lin Wanrong into the city. Looking at the simple city, the tents and sundries all over the ground, the galloping horses, and the towering racks of provisions, he couldn't help laughing and said, "The Turkic people boast too much. How dare they call this a city? What city of the grassland? In this way. Our Cangzhou county government is simply the Ninth Heaven Palace. "
It was true. The so-called city of the grassland was ridiculous in the eyes of Gao Qiu and others, except for the low walls and thick gates. Bayanhaote was an ordinary grassland, but it was surrounded by low walls. To put it bluntly, it was not even comparable to the most remote county government in China. But it was such a enclosed, unimpressive grassland that controlled the lives of countless people in Helan Mountain and Xingqing Prefecture.
Lin Wanrong patted Gao Qiu on the shoulder and sighed slightly, "Brother Gao, in many cases. The strength of a nation was not measured by its cities and skyscrapers. The county government in China can be built very high and very spacious, but the people in many places are poor and don't even have enough to eat. What's the use of this kind of false magnificence built with the blood and sweat of the people? In comparison, the Hu people were more simple. They did not build any yamen, did not raise taxes, and regardless of their rank, everyone rode horses and lived in tents. Although the environment was harsh, it appeared fair. No wonder the Hu are so united. "
Although Gao Qiu was an armed guard in the palace, he was also from a poor background, so he nodded his head repeatedly. Hu Bugui's eyes glistened with tears. "General, just because of your words today, I, Old Hu, will give my life to you. If the civil and military officials of China all had the same foresight and breadth of mind as you, would there be any major events? How would he be bullied to such a state by the Qiang Hu? "
Lin Wanrong smiled and said nothing. The tens of thousands of warhorses in front had already entered the city, and the thousands of soldiers behind them had also entered the city. Because of the arrival of this huge group of horses, the city of Bayanhaote became noisy, and the sound of horses galloping could be heard everywhere.
"Stop! Quickly stop! "Labri's angry roar came from the front." Sheng Dan, what's going on? Why don't you control your warhorses properly. Let them gallop wildly in Bayanhaote?! If anything happens, I'll hold you responsible. "
Labri had unknowingly come down from the top of the city wall, his face full of anger. As he roared, he swung the rope around the neck of the galloping warhorses. There were dozens of cavalry behind him, who imitated him and swung the rope around the horses. These Turks were indeed natural horsemen, and their methods of taming warhorses were superb. The rope was accurate, and in a moment, they had already pulled five or six galloping warhorses. The warhorses that were tied around their necks fiercely raised their hooves and leaped up, their forelegs straight, and neighed angrily at the sky, but they could no longer run.
The China soldiers that were escorting the horses had all entered the city. There were more than a thousand people. To prevent the Turks from getting suspicious, the rest of the soldiers were lying in ambush several miles away. They were waiting for the signal from the front. Seeing that the Hu people were slowly closing the city gates, Lin Wanrong gave Li Wuling a look. Little Li nodded his head in understanding, and slowed down the speed of the warhorses, leading the hundreds of soldiers at the back. They were not too far from the city gates.
The warhorses galloped as though they were flying, and Labri and his warriors were also very fast. There were already dozens of warhorses that had been tamed. Lin Wanrong's eyes flashed, and he couldn't help but chuckle. "This surnamed Labri seems to be an expert at tricking people. Brother Hu, can you think of a way to lure this Labri over — —"
He placed his hand on his neck, and fiercely made a gesture. Gao Qiu's eyes instantly lit up, and he rubbed the huge blade on the bottom of his boots, and his saliva almost dripped down.
"Okay." Hu Buhui suppressed the excitement in his heart, and pretended to be angry. He shouted at Labri who was in the distance, "Bastard! Labri, this is all because of you son of a bitch. My tens of thousands of horses came all the way from the imperial court, and only arrived at Bayanhaote after such a long time, but you closed the city gates, and blocked all the warhorses outside the city. There's no supply of water and grass, it would be strange if they didn't go crazy! I must report this to the Great Khan, and behead you and your tribe, all the men will be beheaded, and all your women will be snatched over to sleep with. "
In the grassland tribes, snatching women and insulting the tribe were the most vicious curses, and it was a shame that could only be washed away with blood. At this point, Hu Buhui had completely shed all pretense of cordiality. Labri's face had turned dark green, and he raised the steel mace in his hand, and the horse under him galloped over like the wind. The howling of a wolf resounded throughout the grassland city, "In the name of a warrior, Sheng Dan bastard, I, Labri, will skin you alive."
In his rage, Labri's figure was like a storm. The horse under him was extremely handsome, and with a long neigh, it carved out a path among the tens of thousands of warhorses, and galloped over, its blue and fierce eyes clearly visible.
Without Lin Wanrong's orders, Gao Qiu was already rubbing his palms. His eyes were fixed on Labri who was galloping over. Li Wuling and the hundreds of cavalry followed behind, slowly approaching the Turks who were closing the city gates.
Labri's figure was getting closer and closer, five hundred feet, four hundred feet … even the felt hat on his head could be seen clearly. Lin Wanrong gripped the sword in his hand tightly, sweat soaking his palms, and the atmosphere was so tense that it seemed like it could explode at any time.
"Kali! (Something's wrong!) " Several shouts suddenly came from behind the cavalry, accompanied by shocking screams, "Lu Li Sa (China cavalry) — — Ah — —"
Lin Wanrong turned to look. It turned out that when Li Wuling and the others were approaching the city gates, they were too close and were discovered by the Turks guarding the city. Little Li roared in rage as he galloped. Like a bolt of lightning, he charged towards the Hu guarding the city. Blood splattered everywhere, and the Hu who had discovered the secret was swiftly beheaded.
In the end, it was too late. Labri, who was galloping, had already heard the warning. He fiercely pulled on the reins, and the Turk horse reared up, neighing loudly.
"Lu Li Sa (China cavalry) — — Du Ku (Damn)!" Labri roared angrily. At the same time, he threw out the mace in his hand. This mace was both fierce and swift. Like a bolt of lightning, it whistled through the air as it headed straight for Lin Wanrong's face.
"Brother Lin, be careful!" Chieftain Gao roared, the saber in his hand fiercely slashing forward. Clang! The saber and mace clashed, and sparks flew. The sparks almost landed on Lin Xiaorong's face.
The mace landed heavily on the ground, but Gao Qiu's saber had already been smashed apart. His arm was already secretly numb, and he couldn't help but exclaim in shock, "This bastard has great strength!"
"That's right, I am your Grandpa Lin from China!" Seeing that his tracks had been discovered, Lin Wanrong tore off the felt hat on his head and threw it on the ground. His killing intent surged as he roared, his voice solemn and stirring, "Only the blood of the Hu can wash away the hundred years of humiliation that China has suffered! My brave brothers, for our parents, wives, and children, for our brothers and sisters, charge with me — — kill all the Turks! "
Both of his eyes were scarlet red. His shiny saber danced in the air, creating a few beautiful silver flowers. The horse beneath him was like a galloping meteor, rushing out with a whoosh. That speed was something that even Gao Qiu couldn't match. The soldiers of China were burning with bloodlust, and they tore off the felt hats on their heads. Revealing yellow skin, black hair, and a dignified Chinese face.
"Kill all the Turks!" This was a bright slogan that had never been heard before. It represented the determination and courage of China, and it was also the first roar of China after a hundred years of weakness. On this battlefield of blood and fire. This roar ignited the blood and passion of all the soldiers. They let out a soaring roar and urged their horses forward. Brandishing their sabers. Following behind Lin Wanrong, they were like a rapid torrent. Charging straight for the kill.
The boundless roar of war immediately drove tens of thousands of warhorses crazy. The Turkic horses raised their heads to the sky and neighed, galloping in all directions like a scattered dark cloud. Everywhere they passed, tents were overturned, and debris was sent flying. If the Turkic soldiers were a little slow in evading, they would be trampled under the hooves of tens of thousands of horses.
China's cavalry penetrated deep into the grasslands and attacked the city walls. This was something that had never happened before. This was a psychological blow to the Turkic people, far more than a physical one. Many of the Turkic soldiers didn't even know who they were before they were drowned under the hooves of the horses. Bayanhaote immediately fell into a state of panic.
Li Wuling and hundreds of soldiers cut down more than a dozen Hu people, working together as one. Then, they slowly pushed open the heavy gate, waiting for the arrival of the hidden reinforcements outside the city. The Hu people clearly realized the importance of the city gate. Once the hidden reinforcements from China entered the city, Bayanhaote would definitely fall. Labri suddenly turned his horse around and stepped onto the city gate. He waved the saber in his hand and roared, "Release the arrows!"
Hundreds of arrows flew toward the city gate like a swarm of locusts. The China soldiers who were pushing the city gate had nowhere to hide. Screams sounded one after another, and more than a dozen soldiers were hit by the arrows. Their bodies slowly fell to the ground.
"Let's slaughter this son of a b * tch — —" Seeing his brothers fall one by one, Lin Xiaorong's anger soared to the heavens. With a roar, he turned his horse around and charged toward the city.
He had a valiant expression on his face, as though he had the help of a god. A fast horse suddenly charged at the forefront, and the saber in his hand swung left and right. Whenever he encountered a Turkic, he would fiercely slash it down. Blood dyed his battle robe red. In terms of ruthlessness and cruelty, he was even better than the Turkic people.
Seeing that the China cavalry was attacking the city along the slope, the arrows of the Hu people immediately filled the sky. They were so concentrated that it was like a punctured hornet's nest. The buzzing sound of arrows streaked past Lin Wanrong's ears, and a few even flew past his scalp. The Hu people were skilled in archery. The Turkic bows looked simple, but they were powerful and the arrows were ferocious. This round of arrows immediately suppressed Lin Wanrong to the point that he couldn't even lift his head, and his offensive was also thwarted.
Lin Wanrong blocked the arrows left and right, and when he saw his brothers who had died tragically at the city gate, he immediately roared, "Gao Qiu, Hu Bugui, follow me!"
Old Gao and Hu Bugui slashed away a few arrows and charged forward. The three of them worked together, brandishing the sabers in their hands tightly as they charged toward the city gate. The eyes of the soldiers were also bloodshot, and they roared angrily as they followed closely behind their commander. The endless rain of arrows landed on their bodies, and the soldiers silently fell, but not a single one of them made a sound.
The galloping of the horses shook the mountains, and dust rose into the air. The China soldiers who were hiding in the periphery finally responded to the call, and in the blink of an eye, they were already at the city gate, and their yellow skin and black hair could be clearly seen.
Looking at the China soldiers rushing over, Labri also panicked. He fiercely waved his hands toward the city gate, and with a ferocious expression, he roared a few times. All the Turkic archers immediately changed their direction, and countless arrows whistled through the air toward the city gate where Li Wuling and the others were at.
The rain of arrows that was pressing down on their heads mysteriously disappeared, and Lin Wanrong looked into the distance. His heart instantly broke.
Li Wuling, who was the youngest among them, let out a long roar. His voice was slightly immature, but his determination and confidence soared to the heavens, "In the great China, what is there for a man of seven feet to fear? My body may die, but my heart will never die! Summon my brothers, all of you, come with me! Let's go together! "
After Li Wuling shouted, he clenched his fists tightly, and ran toward the city gate.
"Let's go together! Let's go together! " Hundreds of warriors roared angrily, and their bodies of flesh and blood stood upright, completely ignoring the rain of arrows. Li Wuling stood in the middle. The hundred soldiers worked as one, and inch by inch, they slowly pushed the heavy city gate open.
A scene that made the hearts of countless Turkic people tremble appeared before their eyes!
"Chi — — Chi — —" Far away. The sound of arrows piercing through the chests of the warriors could be heard. The powerful arrows pierced through their chests. They even hung the soldiers on the city gates. Blood flowed from the corners of their mouths and chests. Some of the soldiers had already died, but none of them were willing to fall.
Hundreds of warriors opened their eyes wide and roared. Their voices became lower and lower, more and more oppressive. Their footsteps became slower and slower, slower and slower. In the end, there was no sound at all. The battlefield was silent.
Countless arrows were fired. He didn't know how many arrows he had used. The Turk's arm went numb.
The hundred-odd soldiers who were standing proudly had their hearts pierced by the arrows. When looked at from afar, it was like a tragic and beautiful Bloody Wolf Flower that bloomed at the entrance of the grassland, and it was mournful and tragic.
However, the heavy city gate was still silently pushed forward, slowly opening up …
All the Turks were dumbfounded, even though they were hailed as the bravest warriors of the steppe. But no one dared to believe the reality in front of them. Who were these people?! If they weren't even afraid of death, what else would they be afraid of?
Only the yellow-skinned and black-haired Chinese were capable of such a feat that made the hearts of countless enemies tremble in fear!
"You damned Hu people. I'll fuck your eight generations of ancestors! Kill, kill, kill — — "On the silent battlefield, a bloodcurdling roar suddenly resounded. It was so monotonous, so heart-wrenching. Everyone was dumbfounded on the spot.
No one knew where this person had come from, but with a swoosh, he tore apart his robe and tears of blood flowed from his eyes. His face was boiling, and his entire body was red like fire. Like a wild wolf in heat, he shook off everyone, and with a blood-dripping saber in his hand, he charged alone into the crowd of Hu people.
"General Lin — —"
"Brother Lin — —"
Seeing Lin Wanrong's crazed actions. Hu Bugui and Gao Qiu, who were the first to regain their senses, widened their eyes.
"Kill the Turks — —" Tears streamed down their faces. As though they had gone mad, they charged toward the city gate tower.
"Kill the Turks — —" At this moment, life and death were nothing. The soldiers of China who had witnessed this scene were already crying. In an instant, they released an incomparable murderous aura and boundless battle strength, charging up the city gate tower like a ferocious beast.
Hundreds of faces continuously appeared in front of his eyes. Lin Wanrong couldn't remember anything. His blood was boiling like boiling oil, as though it was about to explode.
With a clang, the saber and cudgel clashed, creating a string of dazzling sparks. Lin Wanrong's face was expressionless, and his eyes were deathly still. He slowly threw away the saber in his hand.
The pupils of Labuli, who had come to meet him, instantly widened, and the saber above his head trembled. A faint, neat line of blood appeared on the forehead of the Turk warrior, slowly spreading out. Drops of blood slowly dripped down, and the cudgel fell to the ground, neatly split into two.
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