The unique whistle of the battalion under the Colonel Guarding Qiang sounded.

As the command was passed down, the soldiers began to prepare for the battle nervously and orderly.

"What were the casualties last night?"

Feng Yong asked.

The staff officer who stood beside him and listened to orders at any time quickly replied: "Back to the mountain commander, a soldier was injured by an arrow. It is said that a vulture shooter on the opposite side shot a cold arrow."

The staff officer replied quickly.

"Huh?" Feng Yong frowned slightly when he heard this, "Everyone in the army is wearing armor, how can he be hit by a cold arrow?"

He was wearing short-sleeved iron fish scale armor, with short sleeves on top to protect his upper arms.

The main part of the body is longer than the current mainstream armor, and covers the waist, increasing the protective area.

At the same time, leather armor was wrapped on the thighs for added protection.

If the two armies are facing each other, even in the face of a rain of arrows, the armored man will have a good chance of surviving, let alone a few cold arrows?

"Last night the Hu people suddenly feigned an attack with great momentum, and our number was too small. That battalion was not a battalion on duty, but a temporary battalion."

The staff officer explained, "So in the rush, many people didn't have time to put on the armor. However, the soldiers were lined with silk clothes, so it was easy to pull out the arrows, and the wounds were not a big problem."

Feng Yong nodded.

The area from Daxia County to Didao was already considered an area controlled by the Han Dynasty.

What's more, the barbarians on the opposite side were defeated. No one could have imagined that there would be people who dared to come over and stroke the tiger's beard.

After all, it is impossible for soldiers to sleep in their iron armor when they have nothing to do.

But it was the staff officer's words that made Feng Yong notice this young man again.

The newly rising sun shed golden light and fell on him, making him reveal the unique vitality of his age.

His face was flushed, and he seemed a little excited and a little nervous.

This touched Feng Yong's heart quite a bit, and for some reason, he suddenly remembered a text: "The Stubborn Little Ghost".

In the red era, how many young men also went to the battlefield like this, using their still immature shoulders to hold up the hope of the nation's rise?

Nowadays, these young men who came out of the school also have their own hopes, and they are also the most primitive fire that allows the man to change his original trajectory.

Feng Yong walked up to him, squeezed his shoulders, and asked: "Are you all wearing your armor?"

The staff officer also serves as the messenger next to Feng Yong. In order to be light and convenient for running to deliver orders, he usually does not wear iron armor, only leather armor.

And if the time comes when even the staff members have to fight in person, it means that the enemy has already rushed in front of Feng Yong.

At that time, it didn't matter whether it was leather armor or iron armor.

"Zhang Huishan, I put it on last night and haven't taken it off since."

The staff officer answered loudly.

Most of Nanxiang students are now sent to the grassroots level and have become the most basic power organizers.

Only the best students have the opportunity to enter the military staff, and the number is very small.

As the saying goes, those who can become famous ministers and generals in troubled times are always the luckiest, not the most talented.

The talents of these staff officers who were born as students in the academy are not low.

From Feng Yong's point of view, he has changed their original destiny, and it would be best if they could be lucky.

Even if the lucky ones don't come out, they will still be the middle-level backbone of the army in the future, which is not a loss!

"I remember, your surname is Zhang, right?"

"Report to the Chief, yes. The student's name is Zhang Yuan, also known as Muzhi."

"Zhang Muzhi? Zhang... um, um, does this name sound familiar?"

Feng Yong was stunned and looked at the student who was looking at him with fanatical eyes. He thought, is this a coincidence? Or is it inevitable?

Thinking of this, he also carefully observed the other person's face. Well, except for a few pimples, there were no pockmarks.

"You have a very good calligraphy. Who gave it to you?"

Zhang Yuan's face was so red that he was almost bleeding, and his body was trembling slightly: "Chief Hui Shan, Mr. Xue Tang gave it to him."

"The student has no words at all. The teacher said that the student was chosen to be with the mountain leader and will make contributions in the future."

"If there were no words, it would make people laugh, so we gave students the word Muzhi."

When Feng Yong heard this, the corner of his mouth twitched. You, sir, are really foresighted!

Chief Feng Shan couldn't help but patted his student on the shoulder and encouraged him: "I also believe that you will make great achievements in the future."

"Mu Zhi, Mu Zhi, this word is destined to keep you from being unknown."

When Zhang Muzhi heard this, he felt as if he had been given a shot of blood: "The student will definitely not disappoint the teacher!"

At this time, the barbarians outside the camp also began to make movements, and the sound of horns was heard.

"This Feng Langjun looks like he is going to fight with the barbarians on the spot?"

"This is a circle formation."

The speaker was a man with an elegant manner. If Xu Miao, the governor of Liangzhou, was here, he would be able to recognize this man as the Korean medical worker who treated Hao Zhao.

"The round formation is heavily defended. Feng Yong knows that we are on the side, so it is normal to be cautious."

The Korean medical worker showed a clear look on his face, "At the same time, you can also see his disdain for the Qiang and Hu, and he dared to fight head-on with more than 2,000 Hu soldiers with 300 people."

The defeated troops who were able to escape Jufu and Liu Hun's pursuit naturally relied on four legs, and two legs could only be used as laborers.

Therefore, this group of Hu soldiers gathered by Korean medical workers are all cavalry.

The key defensive direction of the Han army's circular formation was to the north, which was the direction where the largest number of Hu soldiers gathered.

Hu Bing's move confirmed Feng Yong's idea that the other party was trying to drive him south.

It's just that although this group of Hu soldiers gathered early, they kept making noises until the sun was almost high in the sky, and then they started to charge.

The heavy crossbows fired arrows like rain, and the first batch of Hu riders began to fall after only two hundred steps.

Before they could reach fifty steps, they were killed and dispersed.

The Korean medical worker frowned: "How could the Han army's crossbow array be so powerful?"

Facing Hu Qi's first charge, Feng Yong's eyelids didn't even twitch.

The defeated soldiers had no fighting spirit to begin with, and as a captain protecting the Qiang, he naturally knew some of the characteristics of the barbarians in Liangzhou.

You are brave and don't fear death, but you can't hold on for too long.

Fighting depends entirely on one blood, which weakens again and again, and is exhausted three times. It is most suitable to use it on them.

As long as you can withstand the initial three blows, they will naturally disperse later on.

Sure enough, the casualties of the first batch of Hu cavalry did not deter them, and the second charge came soon.

At the same time, on both sides of the east and west, there were horseback riders constantly surrounding them, even throwing arrow feathers continuously.

It's just that at this time, everyone in the Three Hundred Tribes was wearing iron armor, and the bows used by the barbarians on horseback were soft bows, which were far inferior to the strong bows and hard crossbows used by the infantry.

Since the Han army was well prepared, as long as someone was not unlucky enough to be shot in the facade, legs, or arms, nothing would happen.

A wave of arrows came down, and only a few people were slightly injured.

It's just that the Hu Qi on both wings are a diversion. The real threat is the second wave of charge from the front.

This wave of Hu cavalry was finally able to rush within twenty steps, and the Han troops in the camp tightened their weapons and prepared to fight.

The dozens of Hu cavalry who were lucky enough to survive looked at the spears set up by the Han army in the camp. Except for a few upright ones who continued to charge forward, the remaining ones shouted, turned their horses' heads again, and scattered to both sides.

"It's a pity that there is no Mo Dao team, otherwise we would still be afraid of such nonsense?"

Someone said with a regretful tone.

"You idiot! The Mo Dao team is powerful with at least a thousand people. We only have three hundred people. Even if we have Mo Dao, without the cover of bows, crossbows, spears, swords and shields, why don't we let people shoot them into hedgehogs?"

The leader cursed, "Look ahead!"

With the smoke and dust billowing, Hu Qi seemed determined to keep this Han army here.

The Korean medical worker's expression became more and more solemn.

The powerful crossbows of this Han army were beyond my expectation.

Not only is it extremely powerful, it can kill Hu soldiers from a distance.

And it is much faster to cock than a normal crossbow.

This unexpected situation caused Hu Qi's losses to be unusually large.

"Lord Wolf, we have too many casualties. We may need to take a rest."

The elected leader of the barbarians ran over with a very sad look on his face and said respectfully to the wolf slave standing next to the Korean medical worker.

He secretly glanced at the Korean medical worker. This mysterious man was said to be the owner of the Wolf Lord and was very capable.
To be continued...