Chapter 334 Long time no see

Chapter 334 Long time no see

Chapter 334 Long time no see
The shouts and cries of killing in the mountains and plains became weaker and weaker, and the dawn began to break.

Soft light shines on the earth and the day finally dawns.

The battle to attack the stronghold lasted all night.

As light arrives, the curtain falls.

The air was filled with the strong smell of blood and scorched earth, and the smoke of gunpowder was everywhere.
Even the air seemed to have a layer of dim haze.

It was the morning mist, and the gunpowder smoke filled the air.

Around the camp,

The bodies of the Indians were scattered all over the place, like ears of rice left in the fields after the autumn harvest.
However, these "rice ears" are no longer alive, and they quietly tell of the brutality of the war.

Their faces were either distorted or peaceful, but they all revealed the fear in their final moments.

Most of them were pierced with arrows.

The blood had long since dried up and solidified into dark patches.

Some lay beside the charred weeds,

The clothes were burned to tatters, revealing charred skin and exposed bones, and a pungent smell was emitted.

All around them were broken weapons and shattered shields.
Two faint moans could be heard.
The survivors call out weakly in the land of death, struggling to survive.
The morning breeze blows gently, as if trying to take away some of the sadness and blood.
But the heaviness in the air lingered for a long time.

The broken flag droops, swaying gently in the wind.

The pitch-black crows landed on the branches and the remaining tents and cried tentatively.
His dark eyes stared at the corpses on the ground, wondering when he could have a good meal.

In the distance, the sound of swords and guns clashing could be heard faintly.
But this time, the roar became hoarse, and the sound did not rise and fall like before.
On the eastern wall of the entire military camp, resistance still exists.

Zuo Shitai swung the long sword in his hand vigorously.

He thrust it fiercely into the neck of a Luchuan man who came forward.

There was a flash of surprise in his eyes. The sharp knife did not cut off the man's head.

He soon understood that the blade of the long sword in front of him, which had turned blood red, was now covered with countless gaps, like a saw.

Zuo Shitai smiled helplessly and pulled out his long sword with force.
The tooth-like long knife and the flesh and bones made an obscure friction sound, which made people frown.

The enemy soldiers in front of him slowly fell down, and Zuo Shitai could no longer suppress his heavy breathing.

He staggered and half-knelt on the ground, leaning on his long sword to stop himself from falling.
From the hour of Xu last night to the hour of Chen today,
For six whole hours, the fighting never stopped.

He no longer knew how many people from Luchuan had died, nor how many people from Tianzhu had died.

All he knew was that the enemy troops before him had gone crazy.

He had never seen such a war, where more than ten thousand people were killed or injured in order to capture a city.

One after another, the attack never stopped.

Zuo Shitai was still plagued by doubts.
But he couldn't figure it out, so he stopped thinking about it.

He used up his last bit of strength, leaning on his long sword and barely standing up. He swung the long sword, trying to shake off the blood and flesh on it.
But due to the lack of strength, it became limp and powerless, and only a trace of blood flowed on the blade.

Zuo Shitai's face was calm. He sighed and looked forward.

In front of us were enemy troops slowly approaching.

The leader was a big man with his upper body naked.
He has a dark complexion, a strong body, and his facial features look like those of an Indian.

At this moment, his body was covered with blood and numerous tiny scars.
The exposed skin was covered with scars, which were particularly obvious under the blood, like winding maggots.

The messy long hair like a savage's turned dark red after being soaked in blood, and blood kept dripping.

The sound of fighting became increasingly low, until it gradually became silent.
The scene became quiet, with only the chirping of insects and birds echoing softly.

"A Ming person is vulnerable."

A powerful and resounding voice came out from the strong man's mouth.

Zuo Shitai looked over and could see his grinning lips.
There was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and a trace of unwillingness suddenly emerged in his heart!
He now regretted not bringing all the generals to Yunnan!

If a complete army was here, they would definitely not be in such a mess.

A look of helplessness flashed across Zuo Shitai's face and he let out a light sigh.

Looking around, there were only a few soldiers guarding the eastern wall, probably only about a hundred people.

They were covered in blood, huddled together, and stared at the approaching Luchuan soldiers warily.
There was a hint of numbness on his face.

They killed the enemy until their hands were tired,
The Indians rushed forward with their necks stretched out straight.

One by one, their energy was exhausted.

Birds began to chirp tentatively on distant branches, trying to restore the former tranquility.

But in this war-torn land,
Everything seemed so unnatural and out of place.

Blood and fire are the tone of this place.

Fatigue and sadness gradually surged up, and the few soldiers present gradually straightened up.

With his eyelids lowered, he stared at the Luchuan army that was getting closer and closer.

"Ah"

At some unknown time or place, a chuckle suddenly appeared.

Zuo Shitai slowly raised his head and stared at the unusually sturdy Luchuan general, with a strange look in his eyes.

He shifted his gaze to look at the vast sea of ​​people behind him and shook his head bitterly.

Luchuan would rather sacrifice more than 10,000 casualties to capture the fortress.
This battle was not lost unfairly.

He just had some doubts.
"So many people died? Was it worth it?"

Aruta's face was calm, and he looked around:

"In the mountains and forests, there are some creatures that are destined to be hunted and killed from birth. They are also destined to die."

“The same is true for these tribesmen.”

Tribe?

Zuo Shitai's pupils slightly dilated, and he looked surprised.

Looking at the sturdy body of the sturdy man in front of him, he was a little surprised and doubtful.

Soon, Zuo Shitai seemed to have thought of something, his eyes widened, and he exclaimed:
"Are you Aruta?"

Aruta, who was standing not far away, showed a trace of surprise.
He tilted his head, looked at Zuo Shitai, and chuckled:
"I never thought that there is someone in this world who knows me."

"Aren't you dead?"

Zuo Shitai's voice was a little hurried. Others might not know his name, Alu.

But he knew it too well, too familiarly.

In the 14th year of Hongwu, he followed Yingguo to conquer Yunnan.

The forces of Guyuan and Luchuan were defeated step by step.

Just as Luchuan was regrouping and preparing for another decisive battle with the Ming Dynasty,

The Indians, who made up the majority of the Luchuan army, rebelled, led by Aruta.

It was also during that time that the old ruler of Luchuan, Siwafa, lost all support and was killed by his ministers.

The Luchuan offensive collapsed without a fight, and the Ming Dynasty easily captured Yunnan.

When Silunfa ascended the throne, Aruta was not only not punished, but became his general.

Aruta's most notable campaign was the Jingdong War in the 18th year of Hongwu.

In that battle, Luchuan Lord Si Lunfa personally led the team.
He led 50,000 troops to attack Jingdong Prefecture, and his general was Aruta.
Under the fierce attack, not only were the 20,000 Ming troops who tried to intercept them defeated, but even Zheji Village was besieged and captured.
Governor Feng Cheng led his elite cavalry to rush to the rescue, but encountered heavy fog at the Mengle Mountain intersection and was ambushed.

Feng Cheng escaped with difficulty, and most of his elite cavalry were killed in the battle.

The one who is in charge of this matter is Aruta in front of us.

But since then, I thought Aruta would become the first warrior in Luchuan.

But after Khanba returned from India, Aruta disappeared without a trace.

Rumor has it that his achievements surpassed his master's and he enjoyed great prestige among the Indians, so he was killed by Si Lunfa, who had established his foothold.

Unexpectedly, it appeared again today.

Knowing his identity, Zuo Shitai understood.
The reason why these Indians were so recklessly willing to die was because of this man.

Zuo Shitai raised his head, looked at Aruta and the crowd behind him, and spoke with a little surprise:
"As an Indian, they used the lives of their own people to gain an opportunity to break into the fortress. It seems that they trusted the wrong person."

Aruta smiled lightly on his dry face and shook his head slowly:

"Death is a relief for them, and they will have peace and well-being in the next life."

Zuo Shitai naturally didn't believe such nonsense.
He showed some relief on his face and sighed deeply, feeling the pain in his chest and the stinging pain from the many wounds on his body.

His heart was filled with bitterness. He did not regret coming to Yunnan, nor did he regret arranging the war in this way.
What he regretted was that he did not realize the identity of this person in advance.
There was no time to send a message to Jinchiwei and Yunlongzhou.

Soon, the severe pain made Zuo Shitai's mind clearer.
He looked down and saw a glaring knife wound on the armor on his chest.
The flesh and blood rolled out, and blood gushed out from time to time.

Suddenly, Zuo Shitai was slightly stunned.
A bolt of lightning suddenly struck his dark heart, bringing a glimmer of enlightenment to his eyes.

Zuo Shitai suddenly raised his head and looked at Aruta who had already stood in front of him.
As well as the many Luchuan soldiers around him, their breathing became increasingly rapid.

"You, you didn't use the javelin on purpose."

Aruta stood there, a smile on his face, and said coldly:
"Yes."

"I was able to ambush you last time, and I can do it this time as well."

As he spoke, Aruta's eyes flashed with a strange smile that only appeared when facing prey, and his eyes became deeper. Zuo Shitai's pupils suddenly contracted, and as his breathing became more rapid, more blood flowed out of his chest.

He no longer hesitated, raised the scarred long sword in his hand, and let out a final roar:
"Those with minor injuries should flee in all directions and send the message back!"

"It's Aruta!"

"The seriously injured ones, follow me to kill them!"

kill--

The shouts of killing rang out again, and the crows that had been quietly resting on the eaves and the city walls were also disturbed. They flew up and circled in the sky.

They seemed to know that the Ming army before them could not resist for long and were unwilling to leave.

The fact is as they expected,
Aruta looked at the more than one hundred soldiers rushing over, with a serious look in his eyes.

Among these people, many have broken limbs and arms.
There are also some disembowelers who can't run or walk fast,
With every step, blood is squeezed out of the flesh.
But they still walked, with firm eyes and sharp gazes, carrying the last bloom of the fire of life.

Aruta's face was calm, and he spoke softly:
"The Ming army still has some backbone."

"put."

The next moment, the soldiers behind Aruta received an order.

In a spontaneous manner, from every corner of the body - waist, back, even in the boots,

He quickly pulled out the javelin that had been carefully polished and sharpened.

These javelins were made from the most common trees in the mountains of the southwest. Although they were not as sharp as feather arrows,

But the good thing is that it is inexhaustible!

The next moment, as the low horn sounded, they seemed to be driven by an invisible force.

They took two steps forward in unison, leaning their bodies, exerting their strength together.
Raise the javelin high in your hand,

Then, with an almost audible tacit understanding, they threw it towards the sky with all their might.

At that moment, time seemed to freeze, and the javelins were like dense meteor showers, streaking across the sky.

With the sound of whistling wind, it flew towards the blue sky.

They sway gently in the air, interweaving into a huge web.

They began to fall one after another, like soldiers descending from the sky.

They covered the battlefield and guarded more than a hundred Ming troops tightly inside.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the battlefield became extremely solemn and tragic, and then was "flooded".

The javelin fell to the ground, dust flew up, and the ground seemed to be shaken by countless invisible forces.

Accompanied by the muffled groan of the corpse falling to the ground.

The camp was completely quiet, and when I looked around,

There were corpses mixed up everywhere, lying in a mess, which made people feel depressed.

Aruta stood there quietly, looking at the last Ming army member who fell to the ground in front of him, and the vast mountains of people around him.

The sharp eyes did not change at all.
Even if I see those familiar faces of my tribesmen,
His expression didn't change at all, he was like an emotionless killing machine.

To achieve victory at all costs.

The surrounding Luchuan troops looked at the quiet camp.
The tense expressions on their faces also relaxed, and they sat on the ground, breathing rapidly.

The victory in the war did not make them feel relieved.

Instead, it left an indelible psychological trauma.

At this time, Naxi, who was skinny and leaning on a cane, came over.

He is still so old, and the wrinkles on his face remind people of the mountains and ravines.

The gray and messy hair was stuck together at this moment, looking particularly disgusting.

He looked at the battlefield and a rare smile appeared on his face:

"General Aruta, congratulations on your great victory in this battle."

A hint of murderous intent emerged on Aruta's rough, bearded face, and the desire to kill the enemy flashed in his eyes.
He clenched his huge fist tightly, and with the movement of his muscles, he squeezed and closed the wound that was still bleeding.

He said in a deep voice:
"The real battle has just begun. When dealing with prey, you must not be wary at all."

"Order the entire army to take up all bows, crossbows, longbows, and javelins, and follow me to the next battlefield!"

The voice gradually became louder and louder, echoing in the camp.
The messenger held the flag in his hand, waving it as he ran, and shouted,

"The general has ordered us to take up our bows, crossbows, spears, and javelins, and continue our march!!!"

The voice echoed in the messy military camp.

In less than half an hour, the scattered soldiers disappeared and the military camp became dead silent.
The crows that had been circling in the sky for a long time, ready to take off, finally rushed down, feasting on the countless "delicacies" in the fields.

Thirty miles south of the Yuyu Tribe camp,

All the birds and beasts in the dense jungle scattered because of the sound of horse hooves coming from the south!

The sound is like thunder, rapid and tight!

The official roads of the Youyu Tribe and the Jinchi Guards were found half a month ago.

The cleaning was thus completed. Although there was some damage, it was still possible for carriages and fast horses to pass through.

At this moment, on the not very wide official road,
Feng Cheng led more than a thousand cavalrymen of the Golden Tooth Guard and galloped from the south towards the Youyu tribe.

After receiving the news that the Luchuan soldiers crossed the river yesterday to attack the village,
The Jinchi Guards immediately rushed to the rescue and mobilized all the cavalry in the army to come to the assistance.

Feng Cheng's body rose and fell continuously as his horse galloped, and his dark face became extremely solemn.
If Dali is the spear of the entire Yunnan Province,

The east side of the Lujiang River, where the Yuyu tribe was located, was the tip of Dali's spear.

If this place is lost, Dali can only rely on the Golden Tooth Guard, a nail deep in the enemy's territory, to guard the surroundings strictly!

The Jinchiwei, which has changed hands several times, is a good example.

Previous experience had taught him that
It is impossible to stop Luchuan's offensive with just the Golden Tooth Guards.

No matter how strong the city wall is, it will be breached one day.

However, Feng Cheng couldn't figure it out no matter how hard he tried.

Why would the Luchuan soldiers who suddenly appeared attack the camp that was about to be completed?
If we were to draw attention to Chuxiong, the price would be too high.

Perhaps it was to let the people who suffered from the disaster in Luchuan die sooner?

Feng Cheng was puzzled and could only explain it this way.

Time passed, half an hour passed in the blink of an eye,

Feng Cheng made a gesture, and the warhorse slowed down little by little, and finally stopped completely.

"Dismount and rest, we will set off in a quarter of an hour!"

This place is called Fangcaochi, which is a rare wide area on the road.
This place is less than ten miles away from the Fishing Department.
After the warhorse has rested for a while, it can gallop past at full speed.

Feng Cheng got off his horse, took out his water bag and drank from it.

After drinking it, he took out the water bag that the warhorse drank from and sniffed the pungent herbal smell inside.
He smiled and shook his head, then moved the water bag closer.

"Drink, drink. You eat better than others, drink better than others. Are you here to enjoy yourself?"

The warhorse shook its head intelligently.
His big eyes narrowed as if expressing happiness.

After drinking the water, Feng Cheng began to walk around the warhorse again, checking each horse's hooves.
The warhorse also cooperated very well and raised its hooves in advance.

Remove some stones from the horse's hoof,
Feng Cheng picked up the horse brush from his bag and walked to the front of the warhorse.
This time, the warhorse did not cooperate so well and showed some resistance.
He shook his head from side to side, as if he didn't want his nose touched.

"Hey~be obedient."

But when Feng Cheng's face turned serious, the warhorse moved its huge head closer.
He also raised his head upwards, revealing his large, moist nostrils.

"That's good."

Feng Cheng half squatted and looked inside.

At the same time, use a small brush to brush out some of the debris.

Only by keeping the nostrils of a warhorse unobstructed can the warhorse have sufficient endurance.

But at this moment,
A sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded, whistling through the sky.

Feng Cheng was stunned. The warhorse that had accompanied him for many years suddenly widened its eyes and looked straight at a small black dot in the sky!

The next moment, the warhorse's hooves moved and it thrust forward.
At the same time, the huge horse's head swung, pushing Feng Cheng aside.

Before Feng Cheng could react, the sound of flesh piercing and the piercing hissing sound suddenly rang out!

Feng Cheng only felt spots of warmth appearing on his face, with a hint of blood.

Before my eyes, the horse's hooves were raised high, its face was in pain, and on its chest was a neatly polished javelin.

At this moment, it has passed in front of the warhorse and pierced out from its huge belly!
"Enemy attack!!!"

Shouts came from all directions, followed by dense whistling sounds! !
Feng Cheng stared at the fallen warhorse in a daze, his pupils shaking violently.

At this moment, a loud roar came from a distance.

"Feng Cheng! Long time no see!"

Feng Cheng turned his head abruptly, his eyes already bloodshot.
He immediately saw the tall figure standing on the tree branch, and a trace of surprise appeared on his face:
"Aruta?"

(End of this chapter)