Nightfall Chapter 113: Yang Erxi and his companions (fourth)

This ambush against the steppe cavalry was a complete victory. When cleaning the battlefield, Yang Erxi, who killed three enemies and wounded them, obtained the qualification to pick the trophies first of the dead enemies.

The wealth seized by these cavalry soldiers will naturally be handled by the court. The so-called spoils are nothing more than armor and weapons.

It's just the leather armor used by the prairie cavalry. In the eyes of these former regular Tang troops, it is like a tattered fig leaf. No one is really interested, so the target can only be those swords and arrows.

Yang Erxi wants to change a knife.

The pitchfork is sharp and can kill people. After many battles, he has used it very smoothly, but after all, it is a farm tool for weeding, which is always inconvenient.

Before leaving the barracks, Datang soldiers can use their years of service and daily record of merit to obtain the glory of bringing home weapons. No one will be willing to leave the weapons they have been with for many years. Most people will choose to exchange them. It became a tradition of Tang Jun.

Yang Erxi is known for his shooting skills in the army, so he chose to take the boxwood hardwood bow back to his hometown and leave the saber in the army. Now he finds that his companions are all holding the knives brought home from the barracks, and they feel a little uncomfortable.

So he wanted to change a knife.

The two prairie cavalrymen who were shot to death at the beginning did not know where the sabers were left beside them, so he asked his companion to leave the last man to him.

Yang Erxi thanked those sympathetic companions, picked up the scimitar from the corpse of the prairie cavalry, and took a knife. Although he was still a bit uncomfortable, he felt much better than a pitchfork.

With a sharp and easy-to-use knife, the pitchfork is a bit awkward and ugly, but after thinking about it for a long time, he still reluctant to throw it away, and continue to carry the pitchfork to his shoulder. Walk into the woods.

After a while. He walked out of the woods, and a dark thing was swinging on the pitchfork, taking a closer look. I found out that it was the pork leg that I brought when I was away from home, and only a pig's feet were left.

The companions watched for many days, but finally couldn't stand it anymore. They joked: "I said Erxi, you either stewed this poor pig's feet to eat, or threw it away. What are you doing on the pitchfork all day long?"

Yang Erxi wouldn't listen to them, and said: "Daughter-in-law gave it to you, eat slowly. When pickling, put a lot of salt, and the pine and cypress branches are used when you smoke. Don't be afraid of damage."

The companions laughed, and absolutely no one is interested in that poor pork trotter.

Yang Erxi felt that there was movement around him, and turned around to look. I saw a little hand gently pulling the corner of his clothes. It was the little girl who was nearly hacked to death by the prairie cavalry earlier.

Looking at his dirty little face, he thought of his daughter. Said comfortingly: "Don't be afraid, let's get rid of all the bad guys tomorrow."

The little girl didn't come to talk to him, and there was no fear in her eyes, but there was a sheen, and the corners of her lips dripped with a clear saliva.

Yang Erxi followed her gaze, only to find that she had been staring at the pork trotter hanging on the pitchfork.

The eager eyes of the little girl kept moving along with the swinging of the trotter, cute and pitiful.

Thinking about it, he took off the pork trotters and stuffed it into the little girl's arms.

The little girl laughed happily, wiped off the saliva from her mouth, bowed and thanked him, and then hopped over to her grandma, shouting something as she ran.

A companion walked to Yang Erxi's side and said: "Her whole family was killed, but her grandson and grandson survived by hiding in the cellar."

Yang Erxi looked at the little girl's back and didn't say anything.

They left half of their food rations to the refugees in the village, and then drew a simple map to tell them that there was a temporary government office seventeen miles away to the southwest, which was responsible for gathering the refugees to retreat.

After doing these things, they left the village with more than 20 uninjured horses.

In the early morning of the next day, these retired Tang troops joined the main force.

"Yang Erxi, yes, I made a knife so soon."

A cavalryman looked at him and said.

Yang Erxi said triumphantly: "This is nothing, it's mainly because when I killed the three barbarians, I took some effort. If it wasn't that I didn't like to fight for merit, the two seriously injured by me should also be counted as mine. On the account."

The cavalry laughed and said: "Shengcheng, I will not forget to report to the commander and give you credit."

"Don't forget, I am a frontier in the second year of the Apocalypse, what is your attitude?"

Yang Erxi smiled and cursed, carrying a pitchfork, and following his companion to the forest.

The cavalry lightly pinched his horse belly, followed another road, came to a hillside, came to the commander's mount, whispered to report the military information he had just obtained.

Liu Si, the commander of the Xiaoqi Camp, nodded solemnly, raised his hand to signal the rider to leave, then looked at the middle-aged man beside him, and said, "Long Qing speeded up and just missed us."

The middle-aged man is dressed in blue clothes and has a quiet expression. Among the hundreds of cavalry in the killing camp, he is particularly eye-catching, it is Chao Xiaoshu.

Chao Xiaoshu said: "Longqing seems too anxious, and the defense of Zhou County is too weak."

Liu Si said: "The state and county army can be used for foot combat. They really can't do anything against the prairie cavalry who have been on the battlefield for years. They fought miserably and did their best."

Chao Xiaoshu said: "I don't mean to blame. The state-junction soldiers, in fact, still have to count the real combat power of Gushan County. Huashan Mountain, the commander of the three-state town army, is not bad, just his soldiers. Most of them are transferred to Peking Daying to defend against the King’s Court of the Golden Tent and go south, so we can’t count on him either."

Liu Si was a little depressed. He followed Chao Xiaoshu with eight hundred fine riders from the Xiaoqi camp to Eastern Xinjiang. The journey was arduous and dangerous. He also fought the prairie cavalry for several games, but he could not fundamentally change the situation.

Because their number is too small, they even dare not meet with Longqing's main cavalry.

Chao Xiaoshu said: "Don't think too much, although it can only harass and pursue, but at least it can make those savage riders not dare to be too presumptuous, and the people of Eastern Xinjiang can also be less poisoned."

After saying this, he looked at the volunteers who were walking into the mountains and forests, and their figures gradually disappeared. He admired and said: "If it weren't for them, the situation would really be unmanageable."

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There are many people like Yang Erxi.

Many farmers left their fields and their homes. They took their travel expenses, their luggage, and the knives or bows they brought home from the army to the far east.

At that time, the imperial conscription order had not reached their hometown, so they set off ahead of schedule. It was reasonable to say that this approach was not sensible, because they had no organization and didn't even know where the battlefield was.

But this war is different. It is a war related to the survival of Datang. Therefore, the news of the invasion of foreign enemies is a military order or a conscription order. When you meet a person on the road or in the forest, you can see the old knife or old bow on his waist, you can confirm that it is a companion, and then you can organize to become a powerful one. power.

As for where is the battlefield? Where the enemy is, there is a battlefield.

This is what Yang Erxi thought, and it was also the thought of his companions.

According to post-war statistics, there were more than 20,000 retired Tang troops in the central prefectures and counties of Datang. Before the conscription order arrived, they spontaneously joined the war against invaders in Eastern Xinjiang.

This group of Datang’s earliest and cutest counterattacks were less than half of them able to return to their hometown.

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