[Jian Wang III] Prosperous Tang Dynasty

The flames soared into the sky, and the thatched cottages in the poor villages were engulfed in flames, forming a raging sea of ​​flames. The dark sky was burned red, like a red hot iron.

The Spike Army massacred the villagers, laughing at the blood splattered under the knife, and the hoarse and desperate cries of the villagers made them even more excited.

The fallen person couldn't get up again, and the woman was dragged aside by her hair. Even though she struggled until her face was covered with blood, and her throat was oozing blood from crying, she still couldn't escape from the claws of the Spike Army.

The strong cages locked the young and middle-aged people in the village, allowing them to watch their hometowns being burned by flames and their family members brutally massacred.

Crying loudly, hell on earth.

The village soon fell under the cavalry of the Spike Army, and after leaving a group of troops in the village, the large army of the Spike continued to chase Xuanzong's team.

The village is at the foot of Shiwai Slope, and along the Shiwai Slope to the north is a palace, Xianwang Palace, where Xuanzong's team rested.

On the way to Xianwang Palace, the Weihe River rushes across, and the only bridge has been occupied by the Tang army.

On the sentry tower at the north end of the bridge, Su Jixian was looking ahead.Chen Xuanli left some troops for him to settle the pursuit, and he became a temporary commander.

He has been stationed here for three days, and no Spike Army can pass the bridge. Today's wave is already the fifth batch of pursuers.

There is nothing on the sentry tower that can block the wind, and the bitter cold wind blows unobstructed, scraping off flesh and blood like a thin and sharp knife, and passing through the bones, it even makes people feel like they are already a skeleton, The illusion of wind blowing between bones.

Su Jixian was wearing thick clothes, but her lips turned purple due to the wind.The long hair scattered behind him was like a cloud like a waterfall, splashing ink on his entire back, and the hair fluttered in the wind, making his back more elegant and dusty.

The sound of horseshoes was like thunder, and it was getting closer. He stretched out his hand, and the wind blew through his fingers. When he tightened his fingers, he seemed to catch the wind in his hand, "Feng Er, get ready to trip the horse."

"Yes."

The Spike Cavalry has already appeared in the field of vision, and in the blink of an eye, they have already reached the bridge head and stepped on the bridge with a rumble.

However, just halfway through the run, the people and horses running in front suddenly fell down, and the horses neighed and fell on the bridge, throwing the Wolf Fang Army on their backs forward.

The Spike Army caught off guard fell heavily, some jumped up quickly, while others never got up again, with purple-black blood dripping from their bodies.

Lay barbed terriers behind the horse rope, some of which are quenched with poison, and the blood seals the throat, while those without poison can also make the wound unable to stop the bleeding, causing people to gradually lose blood and die.

The team in the front row was defeated in an instant, and the team behind them quickly stopped their progress and stopped in front of the bridge.

After all, the bridge deck is not very wide, and the trap is almost useless after killing a group of wolf-fanged pursuers. The tripping rope has been snapped, and a layer of corpses of people and horses has been laid. Dyeing a large section of the bridge purple, exudes a disgusting rancid stench.

The commander of Spike Fang waited quietly for a while, then rode his horse and paced forward, picked up a dead body with the long halberd in his hand and threw it forward, and the dead body rubbed against the bridge surface and slammed straight out, knocking the horse and the soldier's body apart. The pile of corpses smashed into a straight line and slid for a long distance before stopping.

There are no traps.

"Tang Jun's trap has been abolished, charge me!"

The Spikes shouted in unison, and roared onto the bridge.

Su Jixian on the sentry tower had a headache from the wind, and was not in a good mood. Looking at the menacing army of Wolf Fang chasing soldiers, he said indifferently, "Chang Zhu is ready."

The corpses on the bridge deck were trampled to pieces, and the fleshy mud was crushed on the ground. When they stepped on it, they were quite sticky to their shoes, but no one was distracted to pay attention to this. While vigilant for new traps, they ran quickly towards the bridge .

"put."

Brushing——The soil fell down, and a long pillar painted the same color as the bridge appeared on the hillside. The sound of the iron chain dragging came from the ground, which was dull but could not be ignored.

Tang Jun behind the hillside turned desperately, and the pillar came out of the soil, dragged by the iron chain, and swept away!

"Get down!!!" Commander Langya yelled, and at the same time reined in the horse, and the whole person swiftly flew forward, leaped a long distance and fell to the ground.

Almost the moment he fell down, the pillar swept across his head with the whistling wind, brushing against the wolf's tail on the helmet, and the strong wind almost pulled his head off his shoulders !

There were screams behind him one after another, and the slow-moving soldiers were hit hard by the pillars, swept under the bridge, and fell on the ice of the Wei River.

Su Jixian looked down at the bridge, his eyes behind the mask seemed to be filled with broken ice, "Throwing stones."

Several catapults tore off the dead vine camouflage, the rolling stone was pushed onto the spoon, the slinger calculated the distance and direction, pressed down the wrench, and the rolling stone was thrown out.

The huge rolling stone fell down like a meteorite, and the commander of Spike Fang twisted his facial features in horror. It was completely unexpected that Tang Jun would choose to destroy the bridge!

However, Su Jixian didn't intend to destroy the bridge, after all, the significance of the bridge's existence is quite great, and the loss outweighs the gain.

Rolling stones fell from both sides of the bridge and fell towards the ice surface of the Weihe River. There were still many Spike soldiers who were swept down by the horizontal pillars on the ice. The rolling stones fell on the ice and made a deafening roar, which made the bridge vibrate slightly.

click-

The roaring sound was mixed with the faint sound of cracking, and after another rolling stone fell, there was only a bang under the bridge, and a section of the ice shattered and collapsed. in the river.

The ice collapsed and a cloud of white ice mist was thrown up, covering the Weihe River. People on the bridge even smelled a faint smell of blood.

Su Jixian looked at the wolf-toothed chasing soldiers who had lost their soldiers, and snorted softly, a white mist escaped from his lips, "Meet the enemy, Shiwaipo ambushes outflank."

"Yes!"

At this time, all the pursuers had already boarded the bridge. The Tang army lurking beside the Shiwaipo Road and the cavalry army in the north of the bridge attacked one after the other. Even though the number of soldiers was only half of the Spike army, they were firmly suppressed.

Seen from the sentry tower, the bridge surface is a piece of dark gray surrounded by fiery red at both ends. The two sides gradually mix and fight, blood even flows down from the bridge, and condenses into red ice on the side of the bridge.

At this time, the sound of flapping wings came, and a gray pigeon flew over and stopped on the railing of the sentry tower, turned its head and combed its feathers with a pointed beak.

Su Jixian reached out and took a piece of silk from the pigeon's left paw, shook it off and took a look.

There were two characters written with charcoal on the silk cloth, which were crooked and ugly. It took him a long time to figure out what the two characters meant.

--reply ASAP.

It seemed that Xuanzong had already left Xianwang Palace and moved on, and Chang'an didn't seem to send troops to chase after him, otherwise Chen Xuanli wouldn't let him go back and join them now.

Su Jixian put the silk cloth into his palm, clenched his fist, and when he opened his hand again, the silk cloth became shapeless fragments and was swept away by the wind.

He called the corporal in charge of logistics and asked, "How much dried tiger and wolf dung is left?"

"Returning to the teacher, not much, about five catties."

"After the chasing soldiers have cleaned up, throw all the remaining dry dung on the bridge."

"Yes!"

Horses are afraid of tigers and wolves, and the dried dung of tigers and wolves can make the horses stop in fear. The horses that are worse may be paralyzed by the smell. The first two groups of pursuers were miserably tricked by Su Jixian in this respect.

Even though the Tang Army was better than the Spike Army in terms of combat effectiveness, the number of troops was still a little smaller. After clearing out this group of pursuers, the night had already fallen quietly.

After ordering the whole team to catch up with the large army, Su Jixian jumped on the horse and led the people on the road overnight.

The winter night came very quickly, and it was completely dark before long. To be on the safe side, Su Jixian asked the team to slow down and proceed carefully.

Anyway, Xuanzong's team is a bit long, so don't worry about not being able to catch up.

The horseshoes trampled the snow on the ground to make a slight creaking sound. The sky was covered with lead clouds, impenetrable to light. In addition to the faint color of snow on the ground, there was only a thick darkness in sight.

Su Jixian was wearing a black robe, the horse and saddle were also black, his whole body almost melted into the night.When stepping into the deep forest path from the open hills, he suddenly pulled the reins, stopped the horse, and raised his hand to signal the team to stop.

"Stop." He stretched out his hand from the cloak, raised his gloved palm, his voice was cold and elegant, his figure was vaguely visible in the dark night, "There is something different ahead."

The soldiers behind him didn't notice anything unusual, but they obediently waited for his orders, not daring to make any rash moves.

The master's miraculous prediction and ruthless style of leading troops made them surrender and fear in just three days.

As the night came, the more piercing cold wind made his nose ache, Su Jixian closed his eyes and took a shallow breath, sniffing the breath of the wind blowing in front of him, listening to the subtle information from the wind.

In the forest, the sound of the wind is very shrill, it sounds like a ghost crying to the ears, and there is an indistinct fragrance in the wind, sweet and greasy, with a bit of rotten smell.

Su Jixian knew this fragrance, and it can even be said that he was very impressed. When he and Chen Yue were wandering abroad, they almost died in this fragrance.

Cardinal teaches.

Tsk, did you actually collude with the Spike Army?

He took out an amber pill from the sachet on his waist, crushed the beeswax on the surface, and sprinkled the powder inside in the wind, a faint lotus fragrance permeated the air, clearing the mind.

This lotus fragrance seemed to be a provocative message, and a group of crimson figures jumped out of the dark grass and rushed towards them!

"Kill." Su Jixian pulled out the Miao Dao from the scabbard, slapped his hand on the saddle, his body flew out like an arrow, and pierced into the crowd of enemies. Cut the two of them under the knife.

The night is thick, and the figures are blurred in the darkness, but for those who have been honed in killing for a long time, it has almost become instinct to distinguish friend from foe.

This Tang army has only been under Su Jixian's hands for only three days, but it has also been trained to have a very strong tacit understanding and discrimination. Even if they can't see it clearly, they can accurately avoid their teammates and let their own weapons hit the enemy.

As a Jianghu sect, the Red Clothes Sect is very different from the army. Although the Tang army is powerful enough, it is not yet familiar with the Jianghu sect's style of play, and its offensive has weakened a little.

The biggest reliance of the Red Clothes Sect is the poison in their teaching. Now that the poison has been cracked, even if they have a large number, they can't do anything to Tang Jun, and the two sides can only stand in a stalemate.

In the night, there was a lot of murderous intent, Su Jixian cut off the iron chain that strangled his calf with a single knife, the tip of the knife picked up the broken chain and swung it, the heavy broken chain hit a person's face with a crash, and immediately smashed a hole on the person's forehead. A deep blood hole, when the man fell down, a white viscous liquid flowed out of the blood hole, mixed with the blood.

The feeling of being inexhaustible like flies made him feel a little uncomfortable. The knife in his hand became more and more fierce, and it was difficult to parry. When he glanced around, he suddenly found that there were dots of fire approaching in the distance.

The spot of light came very quickly, and soon the sound of rumbling horseshoes was heard, and the fire became brighter and brighter.

Su Jixian stepped on the tree trunk and turned over to avoid a blow. He flipped his wrist and held the long knife upside down. With one knife, he split the head of the disciple in red in front of him in half. The hot internal organs fell to the ground emitting an unpleasant smell.

Seeing that the fire was approaching, he mobilized his inner strength and asked loudly: "Who is coming in front?"

"Mu Xuanying of the Haoqi League, led the disciples of the Haoqi League to meet the national teacher at the request of General Chen Xuanli!"

The clear voice came quickly, and the disciples of the Haoqi League in blue clothes quickly joined the battle, and one of them was a boy holding a long sword who was very conspicuous.

A dark blue cloak fluttered around, and brown mink fur wrapped around half of his shoulders. Under the light of the torches on both sides, his big eyes were particularly bright, his facial features were handsome, and he had a bright and warm temperament.

His martial arts is also very good, the long sword in his hand swung a light blue afterimage, opened and closed, and the strokes saw blood.

With the assistance of the Haoqi League, the ambush soldiers of the Red Clothes Sect were quickly beheaded and wiped out, leaving only a few alive for interrogation.

Mu Xuanying put the sword back into its sheath, turned around and saw the back of the young national teacher, somehow felt a little familiar, scratched his head, he stepped forward and said: "It is difficult to move forward because of the dark sky, I am coming down late, the national teacher Forgive me."

"It's good to come, it's fine."

The national teacher turned around, the silver-white mask glowed coldly in the firelight, the lips outside the mask were purple, the lines of the face and chin were extremely delicate, even though the body was full of indifference and evil, it was elegant and tight.

Mu Xuanying was struck by lightning immediately, she stared at him dumbfounded, tongue tied, "Little... small... small..."