Chapter 48 third quarter

To the west of the Tainale River, in the middle of the snow valley, Mengle Huo'er put the last skeleton on the top of the Skull Tower.There is a pale red skull tower on the left and right of him, and thousands of skeletons stare at Meng Lehuoer with their dark eye sockets.The old man silently took one iron plate after another from the iron chain without stopping, and passed them together with a thin rope made of twisted iron wire. The "Golden King" Hudulu Khan stood behind him, without the slightest thought of helping his father.This is a job that Meng Lehuo must have done by himself, polishing every iron plate, and reading the names of these wolf cavalry silently again after thirty years.

Hudulu Khan was a little anxious. His cavalry brigade had been away for a long time, but there was no news of it coming back.Calculated according to the speed, Pioneer has now crossed the Tainale River and is now engaged in battle with the Qingyang Department.Hudulu Khan knew very well that the escaped scout was not just here to spy on intelligence, but to lead his army into the encirclement.But he didn't care that his army stepped into this encirclement. The scouts he sent were also closely monitoring the east bank of the Tainale River. There were no large groups of cavalry there. Dulu Khan's 30,000 cavalry can crush this small ambush.

But there was no news for a long time, which made him faintly feel a little ominous. But he dared not leave his father's side, because his father did not speak.When there was no Mengle Huo'er, the 100,000 warriors in Shuobei were all loyal to Hudulu Khan, but he was not the real wolf lord after all.Now that Meng Lehuoer is back, this old man has conquered all the warriors with his eyes and made them worship him.Thirty years have passed, and the majesty of the wolf master has not dissipated. Even Hudulu Khan himself is deeply in awe of his father. His awe is not what a son would do to his father, but ordinary people's awe of a hero who wields the power to kill.

Hudulu Khan lived to be thirty-five years old, but he still didn't know what was in his father's heart, whether it was a lonely courage, a sleeping devil, or nothing. The cyan horse galloped close to Hudulu Khan. The Shuobei warrior rolled off his saddle and knelt down towards Meng Lehuoer. After galloping with all his strength, the horse roared and refused to calm down, and white sweat was steaming all over his body. "Have you accepted the battle?" Hudulu Khan finally couldn't hold back, and went up to grab the scout's collar. "The former army fought hard! The 20,000 cavalrymen we crossed the river were ambushed by the Qingyang Department! The losses were huge!" the scout gasped.

"Who is the leader of the opponent? Tiger and leopard cavalry?" Hudulu Khan growled.The former question was what he wanted to answer urgently, but the latter was unnecessary. The cavalry that could fight against him was only the tiger and leopard cavalry in the northern capital city, and the Qingyang tribe used the iron cavalry that ran rampant on the grassland.He just wanted to know if the leader of the other side was Eru Pasur, the famous bow of Qingyang.There was a fire in his heart that was unwilling to reconcile. He had trained cavalry for ten years, but he still encountered setbacks in front of the tiger and leopard cavalry.

"I don't know the generals leading the army. They are not tiger and leopard cavalry, but infantry. They lie in ambush in the snow. When our cavalry pass by, they jump up and kill the horses. The forward horses lost hundreds of horses in an instant." "Infantry?" Hudulu Khan tightened his grip on the scout's collar, "How many infantry? Why didn't you let the horse step on it?" He couldn't believe the news. He was also a barbarian man on horseback, and he knew the terrifying speed and power of a horse charging.The charging horses are beasts, and cannot be stopped by human flesh and blood. Those who dare to stop the charging horses will see tens of thousands of flying iron hooves trample him into mud with the momentum of the tide.The barbarian cavalry really encountered their opponents in the carriage space brought by Emperor Fengyan 70 years ago. Those Donglu people formed a long formation by relying on armored chariots to end the barbarian tactics of galloping horses.

But he couldn't help but trust this scout, one of his most elite subordinates, who never made a mistake. "About three to four thousand people. They hide in depressions. Their horses are blocked. They have tried to trample on them forcibly. Many horses have twisted their hooves. We have lost more than 2,000 horses. The rear charge was blocked by the corpses of the horses. .” "Three or four thousand people?" Hudulu Khan felt a chill in his heart, "Why don't you dismount and fight?" "The people who got off their horses didn't have time to gather, they were surrounded and killed by the enemy, and they had no chance to fight back."

"Where's the warhammer? Unleash the warhammer! Trample them down!" "Warhammer... was killed!" Hudulu Khan tightly grasped the scout's collar, almost lifting him up, staring at him with wide eyes, as if he wanted to swallow him in one gulp.What else did he want to ask, but he couldn't. He poured out his entire army in Shuobei to wipe out the northern capital city with a sweeping force, but encountered an unbelievable defeat in the first battle.All the problems seemed ridiculous at this time. If the anger in his heart was released, it could melt the snow on this grassland, but he was helpless.

"It's 'Boul', and the leader is Muli." Meng Lehuo'er said in a low voice, as if talking to himself. "It really is Muli! This old dog is still alive!" Hudulu Khan licked his teeth slowly, with a trace of ferocity on his face. He didn't want to show an expression of uneasiness, but he knew in his heart that when he heard the name "Boule", there was a shudder of fear in his heart. "Boul", this army actually still exists! "Boul" means "slave" in the ancient barbarian language, and later referred to "slave warrior".On the grasslands, usually only nobles and commoners can become warriors and have the power to saber.And even if a slave is pulled into the battlefield, he cannot be called a "samurai", but just a tool of the master.However, when Emperor Fengyan of the Eastern Land invaded the whole country seventy years ago, the barbarian army was not as strong as 30% of the Fengyan Iron Brigade. At that time, the Maharaja Nagor Hongja, under the instruction of his mother, restored the "Boulle" that originated from King Xun. "system, recruiting slaves to become warriors on a large scale.Every slave warrior has the right to use his military exploits to redeem the freedom of himself and his family. Among them, those who have contributed the most will be awarded the title of nobleman, and even given land, cattle, sheep, and servants.This system shocked all the nobles, making them terrified and uneasy. They felt that their noble blood and surnames were no longer the guarantee of hereditary power, and those humble and dirty slaves could become as noble as them with their military exploits.But no one dared to challenge King Chindahan at that time. He was the savior of the grassland and the messenger sent by the god Pantar.Under the iron bowl of this young man, the Iron Buddha cavalry composed entirely of "Boul" was quickly established.

When this slave cavalry fought against the Donglu Mountain formation, they horrified the people on the entire grassland, whether it was their enemy Donglu people or the barbarian warriors behind them.The Donglu Mountain formation is heavily armored with long spears. When defending in formation, it seems that a forest of iron thorns suddenly sprouted on the grassland. It is the nightmare of all barbarian cavalry.However, with the help of the Iron Buddha Armor, the slave cavalry forcibly tore open the hinterland of the mountain array with countless casualties. It was a steel-to-steel impact. Round after round, they rushed towards the mountain array fearlessly, and the weight of a thousand catties hit the iron spines of the mountain array with the force of the charge. The moment before their chest was pierced, the slave cavalry tried their best to stab the cavalry through the gap in the shield. Shooting soldiers to the mountain.The Donglu people were shocked by this fearless charge. They didn't even have time to rest the shield wall. The next wave of charge came again, and they had to resist it with the spears still hanging from the corpse.The bloody scene made everyone present unforgettable. Under the continuous impact, the morale of the spearmen of the mountain formation collapsed. Finally, an iron pagoda rode through the shield wall and tore the gap. The slave warrior was pierced in the chest Still grabbing one of the shield bearers, he cut his throat with the short blade on his gauntlet.That gap brought the entire mountain formation spearmen into hell, and the last Iron Buddha cavalry entered through the gap, massacring in the fragile hinterland of the mountain formation.The Donglu people whose defenses had collapsed had no choice but to step directly into the battlefield to fight with the barbarian army. The tens of thousands of barbarian light cavalry that flooded up subsequently made the invincible Emperor Fengyan taste the defeat for the first time.

Almost all of the Iron Buddha Tu composed of "Boule" were killed in that battle. into meat paste.After the war, the last "Boul" knelt alone on the bloody grassland. He survived only because he was buried by the corpses of his companions. Tens of thousands of barbarians looked at this dying slave warrior. At this time, the 17-year-old King Chindahan dragged his arrow-wounded leg, stepping on corpses, and walked hundreds of steps alone. To the slave warrior.Standing in the middle of the grassland, in front of all the nobles, he grabbed the hand of the last "Boul" and raised it to the sky. He said, "From today on, this is my brother." Since then, the Qingyang Department has always had the "Boule" system.The Maharaja's cronies selected the brave and good fighters from the slaves of each family, gave them the most rigorous training, and granted them the power to hold swords.But they are still slaves, without freedom, wearing iron rings with the master's name on their noses.The ring cannot be removed until their exploits are sufficient to redeem his slave's freedom. For these slave warriors, fighting is everything to them, and they are not afraid of death in exchange for freedom.Their combat effectiveness is comparable to that of the "Lanma" of the Lanma Department. Some people say that one "Boule" is worth five well-equipped warriors. But after King Chindahan, the voices of the nobles against the "Boul" system also became louder. After that, there was no war in Qingyang for many years, and there was no need to maintain this tiger-like slave warrior army.Therefore, the number of this army was gradually reduced, and in the end the nobles were no longer willing to send young and strong slave girls to the maharaja to train them as "Boul", this system has existed in name only. Hudulu Khan looked at Meng Lehuoer, the old man continued his work silently, this information did not alarm him at all. "Your Majesty, the striker has lost a lot, please make a decision quickly! If there is no more reinforcements, we will give up the position on the east bank of the Tanale River!" The scout said anxiously. Hudulu Khan paced in the snow, and he quickly conceived the battle situation on the front line in his mind.He was familiar with the terrain along the Tenale River, and even the thickness of the ice.He is not as rough and bold as many people imagined, and he is very thoughtful. He guessed very early that the first battle between the two sides would take place by the Tainal River.Now everything happened as he had guessed, except that there was an extra "Boul" army, which completely disrupted his plan. He made up his mind and strode up to Mengle Huo'er: "Father, we can't give up the position on the other side of the Tainal River. There won't be too many 'Boul' in Muli, but if we retreat, Qingyang The brigade of cavalry will catch up to cover up the kill. We should immediately reinforce and defeat Muli's 'Boule', and we will completely destroy Qingyang's fighting spirit." Meng Lehuoer didn't seem to hear his words. After putting the last iron plate on the iron rope, he tied the two ends of the iron rope.Hudulu Khan watched his father hang the string of iron plates weighing tens of catties around his neck, and picked up a flat copper box from the ground. Inside the copper box were three dark red incense sticks. The moment it was opened, the faint fragrance permeated the cold air.This was bought by Hudulu Khan from the Eastland Merchant at a high price following his father's orders.It is the famous incense "hard red sinking water" made by Nagato monks. People in Donglu believe that this incense can make the soul of the dead peaceful. Meng Lehuo wiped the scythe, lit the tinder, and lit the incense one by one with the tinder.He performed every step very calmly and steadily, just like those devout monks from the Eastern Continent. In the end, he inserted the incense sticks in the center of the two skeleton towers.The third-line cigarettes curled into the air, and Meng Lehuo'er looked at the smoke, as if in a daze. Hudulu Khan couldn't wait any longer, and knelt down on one knee to salute: "If you don't get my father's order, let me lead the troops to fight and make meritorious deeds for Shuobei!" He stood up and turned around, waving to the surroundings, and the hundreds of Shuobei cavalry who were guarding the surrounding area gathered.These are the best of the best, and each of them is a centurion who can lead a hundred cavalry.Hudulu Khan gathered his real cavalry brigade two miles away, and Buhuala didn't have time to find them.Hudulu Khan got on his horse, fastened the luxurious robe to his chest, and tied the cuffs into knots. He looked to the east and ordered to the warriors: "The whole army set off!" "It's really confusing!" Hudulu Khan heard the old man say in a low voice when the horse passed by his father. Hudulu Khan's brigade marched away through the snow and dust. After the sound of horseshoes disappeared, Menglehuoer Uerhan raised his eyes.His eyes were faintly maroon, as if they were drenched in blood, but they were calm and indifferent.He wrapped the string of iron plates around his waist, and walked forward slowly. Nearly a thousand iron plates collided with each other, making disturbing sounds. He stopped, squatted down, and wiped away a piece of snow with his dark and skinny hands. Under the snow lay a large bronze ax quietly.It is blue-black, with mysterious animal-mask patterns cast on the body of the battle-axe. The texture is full of mottled patina, and only the cutting edge is newly ground, giving off a cold light.The five-foot-long iron-wood handle is bent into an arc, and the thickness is just right for Meng Lehuo'er to hold. Meng Lehuo'er held it and nodded. He turned around and looked at the two skeleton towers, and patted the iron plate on his waist: "Warriors, do you hear the sound of the battlefield?" No one answered, only those icy iron plates "cracked" and "cracked".Meng Lehuo'er grinned slightly, his curly beard concealed his expression, he seemed to be smiling.He turned his head, dragged the end of the handle of the axe, and walked into the boundless snowstorm.The ax broke long marks in the snow, and the bitter cold wind blew up his thick beard and hair. He walked faster and faster, and gradually he began to gallop like a beast, like a horse. He opened his arms as if to embrace the whole world. He breathed the wind and snow, raised his great axe and roared like a beast. Almost the same roar came from the woods, louder and more mournful, echoing him from afar.White shadows ran in the forest, following Meng Lehuo'er at dozens of steps, first a few, then tens of hundreds.The roaring sounds gathered together, shaking the snow on the surrounding dead trees to rustle. The world is shattered, and the snow is falling wildly.