Inside the city, Yang Fan and his men had already started to make preparations.
They had prepared a Lele chariot. The tall wheels almost reached a person's shoulder. This kind of grassland tool was fast and durable. The reason why Yang Fan had prepared a Lele chariot in addition to the horses was because they wanted to reach the White Pavilion before the Turkic army to warn them.
The Turkic army had split into two groups and there were two routes of advance. One of them would follow the Mi Mo River from the east side of the desert. This group was led by Mu En and Mu Si. The other group was led by Zhu Tu and they would advance from the west side to the east side. His route of advance was through the Gobi Desert and on both sides was a vast desert.
No matter which route Yang Fan took, he would have to pass through a long stretch of no man's land. There were very few people in that area and there were very few water sources. If he wanted to pass through that area, he had to prepare sufficient food and water beforehand.
Big Bear had left the city early in the morning to scout the situation. When the Turkic army had gathered and set off in a grandiose manner, Big Bear immediately rode back to the city to inform Yang Fan and his men.
According to their plan, they would make a circle around the Turkic army and then quickly advance to the White Pavilion before the Turkic army and inform the garrison of the Turkic army's arrival.
They had a light carriage and there were only six or seven of them. Their speed was much faster than the rest of the army. As long as they could reach the White Pavilion four to five days in advance, the garrison would be able to prepare in time. The garrison in Liangzhou would also be able to quickly send reinforcements. Even the capital would be able to quickly receive the news. The Fire Beacon Communication System of the Tang army was very fast.
When Yang Fan and his men arrived at the city gates with the Lele chariot, the chief of the Xue Yantuo tribe, Baygu, was leading his men back to the city.
Baygu had already gone to send off Zhu Tu, Mu En and Mu Si. After sending off the three, Baygu led his men back to the city. Bayegu was an old man in his sixties. He had a head full of white hair, but he was full of vigor. His face was dark and rosy, and he had a pair of spirited eyes. His bones were thick, and he was very strong.
The morning wind was very cold. Bayegu sat upright on the horse's back, but his back was perfectly straight. When he walked into the city gate, Yang Fan and the others consciously retreated to the roadside, wanting to wait for them to pass before going out of the city. However, a knight at the back of the Bayegu Guards looked around and suddenly fixed his eyes on the kosher chickens.
This guard was called Gu, Gu, and he had seen Gaoshe chickens more than once. When the Kosher chickens accompanied Yang Fan to visit Mu En at Bachu's mansion, Yang Fan would disguise himself every time so that no one could see his face. The Kosher chickens who disguised themselves as his bodyguards didn't need to do so. Especially when Yang Fan was guarding at the entrance of the tent every time he visited Mu En, many people had seen him.
Most of those people were Mu En's bodyguards and had already set off with Mu En. However, Bachu's bodyguards were also in charge of guarding at that time. Gu was the bodyguard responsible for the communication between Bachu and Mu En. He happened to be one of the people who had seen the Kosher chickens.
This time, Yang Fan still lowered his head and was very careful. He never thought that he would be recognized as a Kosher chicken.
"Hey! Aren't you … Mu Si's bodyguard? "
Gu reined in his horse and looked at the Kosher chicken with a smile, "You are very close to Mu Si's bodyguard. Why didn't you go out with them?"
As Gu spoke, he glanced at their traveling attire and then looked at the carriage. His eyes were filled with doubt, and he asked in a deep voice, "What's in the carriage? Where are you going? "
Gu did not suspect that they were Tangs at this time, but suspected that they were deserters who wanted to escape with their belongings. Yang Fan held his hat with one hand and moved closer to Yan Zhihe. He asked in a low voice, "What did he say?"
Yan Zhihe explained a few words to him in a low voice, and Yang Fan's heart suddenly tightened.
At this time, Gu had already raised his voice and called out, "Hey! Brothers, come back for a moment! "
Clang ~!
The dragon's roar lingered in the air, and before it died away, a white light flashed in the air like a waterfall. Blood gushed out, and a human head fell to the ground with a thud. Gu's hand was still raised in the air.
"Go!"
Yang Fan shouted. He held the bloody knife in his hand and urged the horse to rush out.
As soon as he heard Yan Zhihe's words, he knew that things were not good.
If the group of bodyguards rushed back to surround them and check the things in their carriage, they would definitely be suspicious. As long as they were a little more careful and called the people Mu Si left here, they would know that the Gaoshe chicken was a fake.
Moreover, he only pasted a beard on his face, and there was no change in his facial features. If the other party had already noticed them, it was hard to guarantee that they would not recognize his appearance. Therefore, Yang Fan made a prompt decision to immediately kill the Xue Yantuo warrior who discovered the abnormality. Although a fierce battle was inevitable, the other party did not know why they killed, and thus did not know their identity, so the secret would not be exposed!
When the bodyguards heard the call of their companions, they all reined in their horses and turned back. As soon as they turned their heads, they saw Gu's head falling to the ground, and the headless body still riding on the horse. A group of murderers protected a carriage and rushed out of the city. The bodyguards were shocked and angry. One by one, they took out their bows and aimed at the group of people.
The archery skills of these grassland men had almost become instinctive. Their first reaction was not to urge their horses to chase, but to use bows and arrows to subdue the enemy. At this time, Yang Fan's group had just rushed into the city gate and had nowhere to hide.
Tin Aino, who had followed them all the way with a camel, was shocked. Without thinking, he leaped up and shook off the cloth wrapped around his sword in mid-air. The tip of his feet swiftly tapped on the horses. The sword light rustled, the arrows flew, the bowstrings broke, and the fingers were all over the ground.
Tin Aino's body spun in mid-air, and he kicked away a bodyguard who was holding his hands and screaming miserably. He floated down onto his horse, kicked the stirrups, and rushed out.
Her mission was to find out everything about Shen Mu in the Western Region and report it truthfully to her master. Everything else had nothing to do with her. But she was not a machine that only knew how to carry out orders. She also had feelings. When she saw the dozens of bows aimed at the city gate, Yang Fan had nowhere to dodge and was likely to be shot to death. She didn't even have time to think and immediately pulled out her sword.
Tin Aino cut off the bow and took the horse, galloping out. She was lying on the horse's back. Looking from behind, it seemed that she could only see a horse leaping like a dragon.
Tin Aino urged the horse to gallop. Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a simple and crude shed by the roadside. It was a shed built by a peddler. The wooden frame was used as a frame and the top was covered with a leather canopy. Tin Aino shook his hand and a string of silver chains flew out. He then pulled his wrist back and the iron claws at the end of the chain clasped the leather canopy.
The tribes had already left. The peddler was planning to pack up and leave today. He untied the rope under the canopy and with a whoosh, the entire leather canopy flew up like a dark cloud, following behind Tin Aino towards the city gate.
"Peng, peng, peng, peng!"
They pushed away the injured guards and shot at the other guards aggressively. Their arrows all hit the cowhide tents that were floating in the air like clouds. The leather canopy was made of cowhide and was extremely heavy. It was only thanks to the strength of Tin Aino's wrists and the horse's strength that she was able to lift it. She rushed into the city gate with her horse and loosened the claw holding the leather canopy. Her horse felt the weight lighten and its speed increase. Like an arrow released from a bow, it charged out of the city gate.
Yang Fan had already seen everything that was happening behind him. Yang Fan turned his head and saw a Turkic man suddenly leap up, his sword cutting through the bowstring to cover his retreat.
Who was he?
Yang Fan was flabbergasted. As his horse charged out of the city gate, he was still turning his head back to look. The sun was shining down on the city gate. In a flash, that Turkic man with a beautiful beard shot out like an arrow.
"Who are they? How dare they cause trouble and kill people in my city!"
Baygu was enraged. Although the nomadic tribes were tough and often fought, it was rare to see someone dare to openly challenge the authority of a city lord like him. Baygu pulled out his saber and pointed it outwards, shouting aggressively, "Chase! Whether alive or dead, not a single one is allowed to escape! "
His bodyguards immediately turned their horses and chased after them. Baygu shouted to the guards that remained by his side, "Go! Mobilize the troops for me, mobilize the troops to chase after them! "
Whoosh whoosh whoosh!
The arrows fell like rain. Tin Aino, who was left behind, hugged the horse's neck and ran madly. Fortunately, the distance between the two sides was not too far and the arrows were mostly straight shots. She was not worried that the arrows would hit her while she was on the horse's back. However, the horse's thigh was hit several times in a row. Feeling the pain, the horse ran even faster and quickly pulled away from the pursuers.
However, the wolf fang arrows went deep into the horse's thigh. The faster it ran, the more painful it was. After a sudden sprint, the horse felt that it could not hold on any longer. At the right time, another arrow hit the horse's thigh. The horse neighed in sorrow and fell to the ground.
Seeing this, Yang Fan said to Big Bear and Yan Zhi who were protecting the carriage, "Keep going. We must deliver the news! Go quickly! "
Gao She Chicken drove the carriage and shouted, "Erlang, where are you going?"
Yang Fan turned the horse and raised his saber, shouting, "I'm going to save them!"
Then without waiting for their reply, he ran back the way he came.
Since childhood, Yang Fan valued the word "friendship" the most. Back in Luoyang Palace, he was ridiculed by Guan Fuzi just because the little eunuch and the scholar praised him. He did not hesitate to use his status as an imperial guard to seek justice for those who appreciated him, not to mention that this was a life-saving favor.
He did not know who this Turk was. He only knew that this person was saving him, and that was enough.
Seeing the person in front of him fall off his horse, the Turk pursuer at the very front grinned, put away his longbow, and pulled out his snow-white saber. The person running on the ground looked very thin. He was confident that he could cut this person in half with a single strike. The sharp saber could cut through the skin and flesh, cut through the bones, and easily cut a person in half. What a delightful thing to do.
His blood was boiling. Then, he saw Yang Fan turn his horse around and charge back with the saber in his hand. He immediately changed his target. Killing a target that had the ability to resist would obviously give him a greater sense of satisfaction.
"This person is mine, no one is allowed to take him!"
He howled to his companions and kicked his stirrup to welcome Yang Fan.
Screech!
The two horses crossed, and the Turk cavalryman continued to charge forward. After charging four horse lengths, he gradually slowed down. His hand tightly gripped the hilt of his saber, his eyes focused on the saber in his hand. Only a small portion of the saber remained, and the majority of the blade was nowhere to be seen. He turned his eyes in shock.
A gust of wind blew by, and the crooked beard on his left lip fluttered in the wind, scattering into strands. Then, a line of blood quickly spread from the right side of his forehead to the left corner of his mouth. He screamed and fell off the horse. Yang Fan, who had crossed paths with him, was already charging towards the Turkic man who was rushing towards him upon seeing that he had returned to help!
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