Turbulent Times Chapter 293: Broken Camp (Part 1)

"Harassing again, it's endless!" Xue Qiluo thought in a daze, he had already arranged for the general of the large tent cavalry to lead his own people to surround and kill the damned person according to the previous strategy The harasser, it's fine if he can be killed, but if he can't be killed, the damned thief must be driven away. He turned over and didn't want to get up. Right now, his muscles and bones were weakening, so it took a lot of effort to get up. Besides, the other party was just harassing, nothing more than not wanting them to have the strength to attack the city after dawn. Thinking, thinking, Xue Qiluo became a little confused, suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew into his neck.

"Who!" Xue Qiluo shouted angrily. Although the Turkic people did not have as many rules as the Sui people, but breaking into the tent of Ai Jin (the leader) without reporting it was also a crime of a hundred lashes.

"Report to the little chief, the Sui army has invaded our camp!" A blood-stained commander cried while leaning on a machete. His body was wobbly, and he might fall down at any time.

"Nonsense!" Xue Qiluo retorted loudly, and his mind instantly cleared up. The thundering sound of horseshoes came from the ear, low and gentle, even if the enemy attacked, the distance should be five hundred steps away, and it is impossible for a horseshoe to land within a hundred steps to make such a sound.

An iron arrow replaced the commander's argument, and the icy cold front pierced obliquely in front of Xue Qiluo through the cowhide tent.

"Enemy attack!" Xue Qiluo jumped up and rushed out of the tent with a scimitar in hand.

At this time, Xue Yantuo's camp was full of shouts of killing. Three thousand cavalrymen from Zhangye County in iron armor slept well last night. They carried sabers and spears, mobilized their horses, and drove dozens of people to themselves like sheep. However, they were exhausted from attacking the city for a day and barely slept all night. They were exhausted and demoralized. Climbing out, the soldiers of Xue Yantuo's department, who were still in a daze, rushed around.

"Hold on, hold on! Turn around and fight!" Xue Qiluo cut down a few of his own soldiers running around, trying to stabilize the situation. But this idea was obviously too wishful thinking. The soldiers who had just been awakened from a deep sleep were so weak that they couldn't even lift their scimitars.

Xue Qiluo saw a young general holding a horse and a burly young general leading a team of cavalry each in the camp. He wanted to rush up to stop him, but no one was a good match between these two. Either he was stabbed to death or knocked off his horse by the young general, or he was directly smashed into the air by the young man with a long or short hammer. He vomited blood and died.

So, where the two led the cavalry passed, the horse's head pointed, and the soldiers of the tribe immediately collapsed like snow splashed by boiling water.

These two devilish Sui generals immediately followed up with the surrounding Sui army cavalry, constantly increasing the chaos they created. Some archers from Xue Yantuo's department wanted to attack the two Sui and a half from the flanks, but the arrows they released were blocked by the Sui army guards with iron shields. In front of him, but was also easily pulled away by the two of them with the weapons in their hands.

There were only 3,000 Sui cavalry who came to charge the camp, but the casualties they caused were appalling. Many Xue Yantuo soldiers were hacked to death or burned to death in tents in a daze while they were still asleep. More Xue Yantuo soldiers were killed while running, and blood spurted from the severed wound like a fountain, splashing hot on the ground.

After attacking the city with all their strength for several days in a row, they were teased by the enemy for most of the night. In the early morning when the human body is the most fatigued, the soldiers of Xue Yantuo's troops are like lambs waiting to be slaughtered without any resistance.

Xue Qiluo already knew who the Sui army came, and it was the legendary poisonous general Wang Junlin who he had been taking as prey to capture or kill alive. Moreover, at this time, he had a clear realization that the one who came to harass him last night was the poisonous general who is famous for his weirdness and magic, and only he can make the 30,000 Xue Yantuo army sleep well feel without being caught by them.

Wang Junlin also struggled all night last night, but he is a cultivator of the inner family. Although he also felt tired, he was much better than Xue Yantuo's soldiers at this time. The horse in his hand became more and more convenient to use, and the generals of Xue Yantuo who stood in front of him couldn't support him at all. Often, as soon as the two sides met, he would easily pick the opponent's weapon away with the horse. Like a poisonous snake, it pierced their throats.

After Xue Qiluo recognized Wang Junlin's identity, he immediately organized some of the bravest generals and leaders of Xue Yantuo's tribe to try to kill Wang Junlin. With many years of combat experience, they could see that Wang Junlin's death would inevitably make Wang Junlin This Sui army has no leader, and its combat power has dropped countless in an instant. Only then can our own side have the opportunity to gather the remnants and rely on the superiority of their troops to kill the opponent. Otherwise, even if they have an army of nearly 30,000, they will still suffer a disastrous defeat and will inevitably suffer heavy losses.

However, before these brave Xue Yantuo warriors rushed to the front of Wang Junlin, half of them were knocked down by the cavalry around Wang Junlin with their crossbows. The well-behaved horses rioted inexplicably, refused to obey their command, and wanted to turn around frantically, which completely plunged them into death, and they were easily beheaded by the Sui army.

"Don't love to fight, follow me closely and find their central army." Wang Junlin shouted as he rushed to kill. Kill the little chief Xue Yantuo named Xue Qiluo. When the enemy gradually recovers from the panic and reorganizes, they still have the possibility of failure.

The best result of robbing the camp is to kill or injure the enemy's chief general. As long as the opponent's command center is smashed to pieces, no matter how powerful the army is, it will lose its combat effectiveness, not to mention that the opponent has already fallen into chaos and low morale.

"The chief general of the Xue Yantuo people likes to wear black mink fur. The more gorgeous the fur, the higher the rank!" Wang Junlin recalled the news that Xu Jingzong inquired before leaving tonight.

The ranks of the grassland peoples are not as strict as in the Central Plains, and there is no difference between the costumes of many nobles and ordinary herdsmen.

This habit has also been carried over to the army. Almost all Xue Yantuo soldiers are dressed in black leather. At first glance, people who are not from their own tribe can't tell who has a high rank and who has a low rank.

PS: The second update is here———