Two hundred and seventieth chapters persecution (seventy-three)
In the wind and snow, a beacon tower stands upright.
After this beacon tower was taken down by Zhibi, it has now completely changed its appearance. The original trenches around the beacon tower have been deepened, and there are several more floors in Luzhai. Only the inlet and exit passages have been widened, which is convenient for Zhibi's green wolf cavalry to drive.
Although the Turks did not have the ability to build a defense system as strong as the Han people, they still had the ability to strengthen the various defense facilities they had left behind. In such ice and snow, it was also hard to drive slave soldiers to cut wood and dig trenches!
With this beacon as the center, four military camps were established in the style of the Han people, and they were divided into four sides. Although these military camps looked very simple and crude, and had defensive weaknesses. However, once the four military camps were established, the entire army camp suddenly became much more stable.
Clustered inside by the military camps on all sides and guarding the central beacon tower is the continuous cowhide tent. These cowhide tents are covered with snow and stand quietly. Thousands of green wolf riders live on the snow field, as if waiting to attack at any time and bite the prey’s throat!
In addition to this, the other beacon towers that were knocked down were transformed into this shape, guarding the horns and forming continuous formations on the snowy field. After working with the Han people for so long, in recent years, thousands of Han people have been plundered, including military and civilians. The Turks are also slowly learning the skills of the Han people.
Even though a relatively stable camp was set up, and various warming methods were used to station it, it was still an overly difficult task to station here. During these days, there were hundreds or thousands of people who suffered from the cold of the Turkic Green Wolf Cavalry, so busy that the witch doctors and Chinese doctors who followed the army were too busy. There were places to boil soups everywhere in the camp, and many slave soldiers were taking care of the fire and supplying firewood. The camp was filled with a strange smell of herbs.
The Turks did not carry much food and fodder during this attack. After the period of time of stationing, although they were not far away from the bottom, they did not advance or retreat. They were exhausted on this snowy field, and the morale of the army could not help but panic. Zhi Bihe still sat firmly on the beacon tower of the central army and was unmoved.
Although Zhibihe is old and sick this year, Zhibihe is mostly the Dinghai Shenke of Zhibihe. He sits peacefully here, Zhibihe is the Green Wolf Rider of Zhibi's family. No matter what his thoughts are, he can calm down and endure all the hardships on this snowy field!
Outside the beacon tower, the wind and snow are getting heavy. Although the observation ports of the beacon tower have been blocked by the superior fur, cold wind always leaks in, and the rising brazier is filled with light and darkness.
Zhibihe woke up slowly. As soon as he woke up, he coughed a few times. The old fire rose, and the phlegm in the cough just rolled in his throat, making his breathing become broken.
Everything is reminded that Zhi Bihe is old.
The old guard Duoji, who had been with Zhibihe for many years, came up and patted Zhibihe's back. Another old guard, Shibali, clumsily held a phlegm box with red lacquer and animal patterns and handed it to Zhibihe.
Zhi Bihe swung the phlegm box, spit it on the ground, and panted and said with a smile: "I don't have that many Chinese tempers, so I have to use these useless objects."
Shibali smiled and said, "This is the filial piety of the young patriarch."
Zhibihe shook his head: "This kid, don't worry that he is like a grassland man. He is stronger than his father's position as a prairie man. But if he wants to survive on the grassland, he can't do it without a hard heart. Dibali, do you think, can this kid Sili be tempered?"
Deji and Shibali both followed Zhibihe. Like the card draw, they were all promoted by slave soldiers. I don’t know how many times he experienced in life and death, so I can speak as casually. Shibali and Deji looked at each other, and said directly: “The young clan leader is still far from being able to practice!”
Zhibihe smiled: "Didn't this leave him in front of you and endure hardship?"
Shibali finally asked: "King, the boys are suffering here. How should we do the next step? How long will it take to be delayed in this ice and snow?"
Zhibihe glanced at Thubal: "Cornu urged you to ask?"
Shibali smiled, even if he made a default.
Although Shibali was with Zhibihe, he didn't want any position in Zhibihe's family, but he still had a marriage and had a child. Kernu was his favorite son, and now he also got the position of centurion in the Green Wolf Cavalry. Now, through his father's relationship, we can explore Zhibihe's tone.
Zhi Bihe asked slowly: "Is the morale of the army unstable?"
Shibali shook his head: "The Khan himself is in charge, what's the instability of the morale of the army?"
Zhibihe said coldly: "What more questions are you asking?"
Shibali retreated in a daze, and Duoji did not dare to speak. Seeing the two old slave soldiers who had been following him for a long time, I wonder if it was because they were old and their hearts became weak. Zhibihe sighed and shook his head and said, "This time he went south and went deeper, it was not a matter of war. Liu Wuzhou is a smart man. I know that I came here to do a strange business between the two tigers of Mayi County. I am waiting for Liu Wuzhou to come here, and I always have to get enough benefits for our Zhibi army. I am a little patient, can't even bear this little cold?"
Shibali and Deji dared not say anything more. Zhibi's family was directly under the Qinglang Cavalry, and although they dared to fight, they still had slave soldiers to serve them, special pastures, and plundered Shengkou to graz and work for them. The ability to endure hardship is much worse than the bloody battles of thousands of tribes at the foot of the Jinshan Mountain before.
This time when we head south in winter, everyone was ordered to act. If there was a bloody battle, the Qinglang Cavalry would have no idea. If they fought with the old Khan, they would have to get the Turks from the horse! But Zhibihe just asked the Qinglang Cavalry to capture a few beacon towers and take down Renwu Village. Then he endured the hardships in the ice and snow. Now the Qinglang Cavalry is a little overwhelmed!
But even if you are so kind to you, Bali and Deji, you dare not say this. Deji had to find another topic and smiled and said, "That's why the Khan put the Khan in front? Otherwise, the old slave would still be worried about whether the Khan was younger and could not bear this important task. Now it seems that there is nothing to worry about."
Zhibihe finally pushed away the heavy fur covering his body, turned over and got up, and used Baal to use the warm boots on the brazier and replaced it with him.
While getting up, Zhi Bihe smiled and said, "You still have to deal with the small battle. Liu Wuzhou has to act like this, otherwise how can you explain to your subordinates? But if you are pulling the card there, you can always deal with it."
Shibali came up and smiled and said, "It won't take long for this to lead the young clan leader to really lead the army. If the tough battle is fought, the Khan will just enjoy the happiness!"
Zhibihe shook his head and laughed: "I dare not think, I dare not think!"
At this time, this Turkic king, who made the Han people in Yanmen, Mayi and the Han people were frightened by it, was as kind as the neighbor's Taigong.
At this moment, among the beacon tower, the sound of fast footsteps sounded on the narrow stone stairs.
In a blink of an eye, Kernu, the son of Thunder Baal, appeared in front of him, and was the son of the most confidant old slave soldiers. Kernu, a 100-man team, was responsible for the defense of the beacon.
The son of the old slave soldier is tall and strong, with a high nose and deep eyes, and has a Caucasian bloodline. He has lost his Baal spouse and is from a woman with Caucasian bloodline among the nine Tatars.
Chapter completed!