Chapter 386: Wei Ming Lang Encounter

The manager knew that today was going to be an unlucky day. The Tibetan cavalry was gathering on the way here. The struggle on the hillside was not over yet. In the pine forest on the top of the mountain, there must be a pair of hungry wolf eyes staring at him.

He also came from Xingqing Mansion, and he could not figure out what kind of environment caused Pian Pian, the most talented young man in Xingqing Mansion and the most beloved of girls, to become the most ferocious hungry wolf in the southern border of Xixia.

He spit out blood foam fiercely, blocked the murderous weapon from the opposite side with his sword, kicked his opponent away, and then stabbed his chest with the sword, shouting loudly: "Fight to the death!"

The cavalry at the foot of the mountain began to charge. The Bubazi warriors knew their fate, but they became more and more ferocious. They saw blood and exchanged lives for lives. In the blink of an eye, the number of people on the hillside became much thinner, and it was even more tragic than before.

There was only one warrior left beside the steward, and his opponents also formed a group of three. The sound of horse hooves at the foot of the mountain reached the ears of the steward.

The steward fought bloody battles for a long time, killing six or seven people with his hands. He was already at the end of his crossbow. The opponent slashed hard with his sword. The guard stepped forward and blocked it with his sword. The steward was about to draw his sword and stabbed forward, but his opponent grabbed his wrist. The third opponent saw

If you have an opportunity, just chop it off with one knife!

At this critical moment, another colorful five-flowered horse rushed out from the forest at the foot of the mountain. The first rider drew his bow and fired an arrow, and hit the opponent's temple with a "pop" sound.

The steward didn't wait for the opponent who grabbed his wrist to swing the knife, bumped forward, threw the opponent to the ground, pulled out the dagger with his left hand, and suddenly stabbed the opponent's left lung.

Seeing blood spurting from his opponent's mouth and nose, the steward stood up and shouted: "Reinforcements have arrived! Brothers, reinforcements have arrived!"

The morale of the Bubazi was immediately boosted, they shouted in unison, and in the blink of an eye several more people were cut down.

The strong man on the five-flowered horse sideways blocked the mountain road and stopped behind the group of pack horses. He did not take another look at the battle situation on the hillside behind him, and only looked coldly at the leading cavalry troops in front.

Then, draw the bow and fire the arrow.

The arrows were struck with great force, and the leading cavalry of the Jiguxi tribe who charged were unexpectedly hit. A strange long arrow shot right through the center of their eyebrows.

The long arrow has three tail feathers, two white and one red.

The cavalry on the opposite side also quickly fired their bows and arrows, trying to kill the guy blocking the road.

However, when they ran and stopped, the distance between the two sides was still far. The arrows fired by the opponent were not only weak in power, but also poor in accuracy. Only two or three of them were inserted into the bag of the pack horse.

The man's feathered arrows were another matter. Within seventy steps, on the mountain path, a dozen corpses lay down in the blink of an eye.

A flurry of arrows!

The momentum of Jiguxi's attack suddenly stalled, and the riders behind them all controlled their horses from a distance, not daring to enter the shooting range of the strong man.

The sound of fighting behind him gradually faded away, and the strong man smiled. Xixia Bubazi, who was able to have such fighting power and unremitting fighting spirit in the face of an ambush, is truly well-deserved.

I remembered a whistle on the top of the mountain. In the distance, the people in Guxi knew that their allies had retreated and that there was no longer any hope of looting, so they all fled away.

The manager brandished his knife and yelled: "Li Wenzhao! I will take your dog's head one day!"

The young man on the top of the mountain had already turned his horse. Hearing this, he smiled contemptuously: "Thanks to the Liang family, we are still Han people. They are vulgar and uncultured."

…

The encounter ended quickly. The five-flowered horse slowly came to the slope. The big man put the bow into the bow bag, jumped off the horse, and took out a package from the back of the saddle: "Are you still injured?"

The manager lay on the ground and gasped: "Thank you... thank you brave man for saving me."

The big man handed the steward a jujube stick and said, "Hold it and don't talk."

The manager took it and bit it without saying a word.

The big man tore open the steward's clothes, revealing the deep wound under his ribs: "It's okay, it's not penetrated. It will hurt a little bit, please bear with it."

After speaking, he poured a glass of wine-scented liquid on the steward's wound.

The manager groaned, veins popped up on his forehead, and his eyes almost bulged out.

The big man glanced at the manager approvingly: "What a man! Next, I will use catgut to suture your wound. This won't be too painful, and I guarantee that you will be alive and well in a month."

The manager's forehead was dripping with cold sweat, but he nodded sternly.

The big man sewed up the wound, then sprinkled a fragrant and cool medicinal powder on it, wrapped it with gauze for the manager, and then went to help the other wounded.

I don't know why, but the indifferent look in the big man's eyes made them feel that although he was saving people, he didn't have any kindness in mind at all.

Not only for others, but also for myself. When I was shooting with the cavalry before, a few feather arrows landed very close to the man. The man didn't care. Only when he was sure that the arrows would hit him, he would use the bow lightly.

Dial it lightly.

On the hillside, because of the man's walking back and forth, the howling sound gradually became lower, just like a wolf king, which has the effect of suppressing and appeasing the wolves.

After everything was settled, the man came to the manager and said, "It's not a good place to stay in this land of right and wrong. Where are you going? I'll see you off."

…

Tiandu Mountain, the palace of Lord Xia.

Wei Minglangyu frowned deeply as he looked at the Chinese briefing in his hand.

He is Yuan Hao's younger brother. Although he still serves as the commander of the army, he is proficient in the art of war and familiar with the surrounding affairs. But the more this happens, the more worried he becomes.

Nowadays, the veterans are gradually withering away. In the past, Haoshuichuan followed the king in a series of battles and fought with blood and sweat to create the twenty-six states. There are not many left.

The young master has ascended the throne. The queen and her brothers are not economical. As the emperor's uncle, he is really worried about the loss of the power of Gao Bai Gao.

He is very clear about the young master's enterprising spirit. Recklessness is not a fault, nor is repetition. This is the way of life of the Khitan people.

Didn't the three generations of heroes back then just squeezed into the cracks and clashed with each other, and finally broke out of this world?

It's not wrong to take back military power, and it's not like I'm unwilling to hand over power, but the young master... is too hasty.

Once he hands over the general power, the new generation of generals in the army has not yet grown up. Who will fill the huge power vacuum?

There are powerful enemies on all sides, and if you are not careful, you will be doomed.

Wu Zu's intention was very clear. He would not tolerate an imperial uncle with a large number of soldiers, so he sent him to Tiandu Mountain. He himself patrolled and attacked everywhere, constantly attracting tribal soldiers to his own command.

Last year, Wuzu sent a letter to the Song Dynasty, asking for the Nine Classics, the History of the Tang Dynasty, and the "Cefu Yuangui". He appointed Jing Xun, a Han scholar who had defected, and set up Han officials in the style of the Liao Dynasty, wearing Han clothes and performing Han rituals.

At the same time, troops were stationed in Guwei to conquer the vassals in the Six Valleys and lure familiar households in Shaanxi during the Song Dynasty to defect to Xixia.

Xixia's country was once again in a state of revitalization.

In terms of civil governance, he imitated Song and Liao, and Wei Minglangyu had no objection. On the contrary, he thought it was a good move. However, in terms of military affairs, he imitated Song and sent himself a supervisor who was a descendant of the Liang family. Weiming Langyu would not do it anyway.

I think this is an act that is beneficial to the Xixia military strength, and I will not interpret it as a kind of goodwill.

A few days ago, I led my troops to inspect the military villages. When I came back, I learned that a few rogue Han boys pretended to be the sons of Han minister Jing Xun and were showing off in Tiandu Mountain. They deceived the generals out of their money and finally had dozens of horses stolen.

Royal horse.

Everything else is paid off. Zhao Yebai and Sa Luzi are the top horses sent from the Western Regions. They are national treasures and cannot be lost no matter what.

Liang Gewei was Empress Liang's nephew. Liang Zuo sent him to supervise the army, just to be wary of the veteran general. As a result, the emperor's uncle went out to patrol the stronghold, and he wanted to have many prey in the palace. When the old general was not around, he stole an opportunity and went hunting in the mountains.

In just a few days, such a huge leak occurred.
Chapter completed!