(The third chapter will come later.)
A group of over fifty elite cavalrymen galloped northward, each with strong and sturdy horses.
This cavalryman was equipped with the best standard sabers of Liyang imperial court. Judging from the dense white color of their quivers, one could easily tell that this cavalryman was an elite cavalryman. Every single arrow used on a horse bow was made from hard and dense eagle plumes. It was widely acknowledged by military experts that using eagle plumes as arrow plumes could provide the arrows with better wind resistance, thus making them more accurate. At the same time, in order to make up for the loss of shooting range, the archers were required to have a stronger pulling force. Therefore, only the best soldiers in the army were allowed to draw the bow with eagle plumes. Among the few cavalrymen who were most familiar with archery and horse riding, Beiliang used heavy crossbows and light bows, while Liangliao and Ji Bei used a mix of bows and crossbows. Among them, Ji Bei Cavalry, who was famous for producing a lot of archers, used bows more than crossbows. This cavalryman who was advancing northward was the disciple of Ji Bei Border Army. Half of the cavalrymen were born outside of Ji Bei Border Army. General Yang Shenxing, who had been the local tyrant in Ji Province for more than ten years, had always placed more emphasis on infantry. As a result, many of these cavalrymen who were good at archery had left their hometown through connections and connections, and were now working in the army of Central Plains.
When he left the border with his father, he was still a teenager. Now, he had already gotten used to the local customs of Qing Province. Because his father had been promoted to a lieutenant in the Qing Province Army, he had never lacked wine, delicacies, rouge, and beauties. However, compared to the soldiers who were born and raised in Qing Province, he had a father who was constantly watching over him. Due to his father's illness, he was able to escape from the calamity. This time, when the Qing Province Cavalry rushed to the battlefield to assist the Duke of Huainan, Zhao Ying, they suffered heavy casualties. Because of that, he had to stay by his father's side because his father was seriously ill, thus he was able to escape from the calamity. This time, when the Qing Province Cavalry left the border, the commanding general was a good friend of his father. Because of that, he had purposely asked him to gather a group of elite soldiers who were good at riding and archery. Last night, the commanding general called him to the main tent and reminded him that the mounted scouts were not allowed to stray too far from the main army. Once they encountered the scouts of Beiliang's cavalry, they were not allowed to tangle with them and must retreat safely. At the end of the conversation, the commanding general even revealed that he was allowed to lead the troops away from the main army after the battle. This made him, who had always wanted to climb up the ranks to become a commanding general, feel grateful but also dissatisfied. The advancement of a local martial artist was originally very difficult. They could only do it step by step. Especially when they reached the rank of lieutenant, they would have to compete with their family background. With his family background, if there were no accidents, after ten or twenty years of hard work, he would be able to become a lieutenant with a small amount of military power in Qing Province like his father's generation in the past. Only the kind of military merit that could be presented on the table of the big shots in the Ministry of War could break the threshold and break the rules. As for whether the military merit came from the heads of Beimang barbarians or Beiliang barbarians, he did not care at all.
The snow had long melted, and the fields of early spring were overflowing with greenery. There were some unknown wildflowers by the side of the road, clumped together and nestled against each other. The fresh yellow flower buds had already sprouted, swaying in the warm spring breeze. As far as the eye could see, it was gentle and serene.
It did not look like a battlefield at all.
The hooves of the horse trampled on the soft ground, like a man using his palm to pat the tender skin of his lover, like a prostitute in a brothel knocking on a jade board with her red teeth.
In a few more months, when the rapeseed flowers bloomed, they would spread out, and the scene of yellow flowers would fill everyone's vision.
According to the spy report, there was still one and a half days before they would officially enter the dangerous area patrolled by Beiliang's scouts. However, at that time, the Qing Province Army would be able to join forces with Assistant Minister Xu from the Ministry of War, and they would also have General Yuan's 10,000 Ji North Border Cavalry as the main mobile force to hold back the Beiliang Army. No matter what, as long as they arrived at the designated location on time and cooperated with Assistant Minister Xu, the Qing Province Army, which only had less than 500 cavalrymen, would not become the main enemy of Beiliang's cavalry during this period of time. On the other hand, the 20,000 Shu soldiers led by a little kid had a higher chance of being attacked by Beiliang's cavalry.
However, right at this moment when the warm breeze was intoxicating, the body of the regimental commander who was leading the charge suddenly tensed up, and he said in a deep voice, "Enemy sightings! Northwest direction, 600 steps! "
After the regimental commander's reminder, only then did the cavalrymen notice that at the end of their vision, they could vaguely see a few motionless black dots. If they were to take a quick glance, they would just pass by them.
The regimental commander's pupils dilated. He was nervous and excited at the same time. Unlike his father, who had been fighting for a long time at the border of Ji North, although he had earned himself the nickname of 'Tiger Chulin' in the military arena with his outstanding martial arts, and even his father was no match for him, his father always reminded him that the battle on the battlefield was different from the normal battles in the military, and it was also not a friendly competition between the martial artists of Jianghu. Oftentimes, life and death were separated by a thin line. Originally, he did not pay much attention to it, but this time, when he followed the army, his father actually asked him to wear an armor and wield a saber. For the first time, his father also wore the old chainmail that he had stolen from Ji North's army years ago. On the training field at home, the father and son had a duel. When his father, who he had mistakenly thought was a toothless' tiger ', in the blink of an eye, his father had forcefully slashed his shoulder with a saber and placed the same saber on his neck. With just a little bit more force, he would be able to behead his father. At that moment, he finally understood what his father meant by exchanging a wound for a death. After the duel, when he bandaged his father's wound, his father told him earnestly that for an old soldier like his father, who did not come from a high family, to be able to live to this day, it was all because of luck. In the military, there were countless disciples from aristocratic families who thought they were pretty, but their corpses were dismembered the first time they fell into the enemy's trap.
The regimental commander of the mounted scouts quickly caught up with them. His voice was trembling as he asked, "Regimental Commander Jiang, what do you say? Should we fight or not? "
Regimental Commander Jiang exhaled, narrowed his eyes and said, "To be honest, the higher-ups do not want us to fight without permission. Even if we wipe out those four to five Beiliang barbarians, it might not be pleasing to them."
Because the Qingzhou mounted scouts did not receive orders from their regimental commander, they did not charge in pursuit nor did they stop. Bit by bit, they closed the distance between them and the small group of Beiliang scouts.
Perhaps influenced by the regimental commander's calmness, the originally nervous regimental commander also began to calm down. Although they were facing the Liangzhou crossbowmen, who were known as the best scouts in the world, their side had a total of 51 mounted scouts. Almost all of them were top-notch elites in the Qingzhou army. Previously, the regimental commander had complained that as a mounted scout, he had been strictly ordered by his superiors to "majestically" investigate the enemy's situation. It was truly unreasonable. However, on the one hand, the Beiliang cavalry was their imaginary enemy, and on the other hand, this was not the barbarians' territory. He believed that the Beiliang crossbowmen would not dare to penetrate too deep into the enemy's territory. Therefore, since they could not truly take on the role of mounted scouts, it did not matter whether or not they were able to display the full potential of their role as scouts. Now, it seemed that by accident, their superiors' excessive caution had instead become their fortune. Four to five enemy heads, if divided up, would still be a considerable amount of merit, especially since the enemy was the Beiliang cavalry that had been boasting about being invincible for 20 years. He believed that no matter how stingy his superiors were, they would at least move up a rank or two, including him, up a rank or two.
As a result, the regimental commander's face was ferocious as he looked 350 paces away. He did not know why, but there was still no movement from the riders. Could it be that they were scared silly? However, he could already see the enemy clearly. After the regimental commander confirmed that the enemy was only five riders and that there were no other hidden enemy troops nearby, he could not help but grin and say, "Commander Jiang Biao, a total of five Beiliang barbarian heads. Although it is not enough to fill the gaps between our teeth, a mosquito's leg is still meat. Three heads are yours. Lao He and I will take one each."
Commander Jiang Biao shook his head and said, "This is a good start. There will definitely be even greater merits in the future. For the time being, I do not lack this bit of merit, and I am still young. However, Lao Song, you and Lao He are different. If you do not obtain enough merits in this expedition to the north, you can only retire from your pitiful position of deputy commander. Even if you guys don't complain, I will still stand up for you guys. Therefore, this time, each of you can only take one head.
Commander Jiang Biao, who was nearing 40 years old, cupped his fists and said, "Lao Song is not pretentious. I will definitely remember this!"
The two groups of scouts were about 300 paces apart.
They met on a narrow path.
However, just as Commander Jiang Biao of Qingzhou gave the order to draw his bow, the five Beiliang scouts actually began to turn their horses around and began to retreat. They were not in a rush, not too slow, and they were moving with ease.
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