Soldiers Card System

Chapter 87: Why are there so many masters in the Han army?

As the sun rose to the sky, the Tule soldiers were in the formation at Yangguan.

Li Kun looked at the Tule soldiers not far away, with a trace of doubt flashing across his face: "Second brother, how do we count our military merits if we kill the enemy like this?"

Su Lu didn't look up, but was wrapping his hands in a cloth strip, and he said in a slight intent, "Look back and make a note of how many people you killed, and just go to the military judge to record it."

The door three next to him curiously asked: "What if someone makes a false report?"

Li Xiaoqin next to him was sharpening the steel knives with the blue bricks on the front of the city, sharpening the cuts. Li Xiaoqin sneered and answered the words of Men three:

"In the past, some people thought of over-reporting, and then they were found out by the army Sima and beheaded directly."

Men three shivered, and said tremblingly: "Whether my former son killed two or three, I really can't remember. When I repayed my merits yesterday, I wrote three directly. What should I do, General? It's been ten days, but I just made a false report this time."

The seven-foot-tall man was almost crying, looking at Su Lu, begging on his face.

Su Lu wrapped the cloth strips, stretched his fingers a few times, and then held the handle of the knife again. After he was sure that it would not hinder the use of the knife, he smiled and said:

"There are only three of them. Anyone who dares to verify it? There are several floors buried under the snow in the city. They are all Tulle soldiers. Let them verify."

Mensan scratched his head fortunately when he heard this, and said to himself: "It's better to verify it."

"Woo"

The Thule people blew the horn, and a new round of siege began.

Based on experience, Su Lu re-hanged the level 1 soldier cards on the soldiers.

Although the current strength of the guards is already very powerful, the level 1 soldier card can hardly improve their strength, but the accompanying teamwork is not something that can be learned in a few battles.

The cry of killing, the screams sounded again.

Tulle soldiers continued to climb up the city wall, and the guards raised their spears and began to engage in battle.

The first-level soldier card made great achievements, and the Thule soldier's offensive slowed down, but then began to strengthen.

The level 2 soldier cards in Su Lu's hand began to be thrown out continuously, defeating the Tule soldiers who had attacked the city's head one after another.

"Yeah hey"

A loud roar like thunder suddenly sounded not far from Su Lu.

The Tulle soldier with his head wrapped in red silk and half of his shoulders exposed came out of the battlements, slashed out, and stood on the head of the city.

Four or five guards flew out backwards, the sound of the steel knives being smashed almost sounded at the same time, and four or five steel knives flew out at the same time.

This person is a master!

Su Lu's heart was stunned, and his body rushed out quickly. At the same time, the cards were quickly switched, and two third-level soldiers cards were thrown out.

One fell on a young guard who was attacking the red silk Tulle soldiers, and one fell on himself.

A familiar feeling of power emerged, and the steel knife in Su Lu's hand flew out and hit the machete raised by the red silk Tulle soldier.

"Boom"

The crackling sound of metal collision sounded.

"Huh"

The sudden increase in strength of the small soldier swung the knife suddenly faster, the red silk Tule soldier's head was cut off with a single knife, flew high, and fell to the head of the city, his eyes widened, as if he could not believe that he was dead.

The other two Tule soldiers with red silk on their heads had already stood firm at the head of the city, brandishing their swords, and attacking Su Lu and the other soldier.

These two are also masters!

Su Lu judged that the Tule army would not be able to attack for a long time, and there must be a lot of frostbite in the camp. The Tule people became impatient and formed a death squad composed of masters. Wearing red silk on their heads must have some special meaning.

"retreat"

Su Lu roared, and the best way to face a master was not a group fight, but a military formation.

"A few pikemen here"

Su Lu and the two retreated, and the pikemen armed with guns immediately surrounded a dozen, platooned with guns, ready to go.

"kill"

Su Lu threw the spear formation card and blessed it on the spearman.

In an instant, the movements of the spearmen became uniform, and the black spear heads shone coldly, piercing the falling snow from the top of the city, and pressing against the more and more red silk Tule soldiers on the top of the city.

After several continuous gun attacks, the red silk Tulle soldiers were swept down.

Tulle Camp

Amidst the crowds, a Tulle man wearing a black leather cap yelled. The whip in his hand was still on the ground, and he turned his horse's head back to camp.

"Withdrawal"

Inside the camp, a group of Tulle commanders stood erect.

The man in the leather hat sat down in his position, his voice annoyed:

"Hasul, this is your strategy, but this king sent all the masters in the attached school out. What are the consequences now? It's not like your great-grandfather Hassul, like your great ancestor Hassul, all smashed the halberd city."

Hassule looked uneasy and speechless. The Beiyang city was blocked by the leader of Su Lu, and now he was planning to defeat Yumen. There was no prestige in the past. Now that the lieutenant does not attack him, it is already due to the old grandfather's merits.

Glancing at the angry entourage, Hasul looked helpless, how come there are so many masters in the Han army!

"Chahar Jizhe, what do you do next?"

The entourage turned his gaze to another general. This was his eldest brother’s man. He was killed by a group of beggars who emerged from nowhere, but he escaped, if not for someone to identify and kill. The eldest brother's bastard, cut him down long ago.

Chahar Jizhe looked ugly. After a long time, he said, "Dafushi, we can turn to the west, from Lintaotunpu Majiapu, through Yuci, into the desert, and then turn from the desert to look around. To the north of the township, return to Tule."

The envoy was dumbfounded. This strategy was due to the grandson's thinking.

Not to mention the harassment of the Han army along the way. If you are marching in the desert alone, you have to abandon a lot of luggage, otherwise you will definitely not be able to run the Han army's human legs and horse legs.

A messenger rushed into the camp and knelt before the Shuai case: "Report, the Han army is divided into three groups, the Xitunling tribes have been encircled and annihilated, and the east and west roads have broken through to the first line of Erlong Mountain, which is only five days away from here."

The enclave rose in anger: "Who has a way to break the city, hurry up and say it, otherwise everyone will be surrounded and die here together."

Looking at a group of clay puppets in the account, the morale was almost about to kill.

Under the command of Youxiangchao, the various ministries were so energetic. Now Youxiangchao has been blocked from moving, Yumen has been captured by the Han army, and the way of spreading the message has been blocked. You don't even know what to do next.

No, you can move closer to the east and cooperate with the north and south of the right side to break through the Gongqian Pass.

After thinking about it, the Attaché slapped the table: "The tribes listened to the order, pulled out of the camp, rushed to Gongqianguan, and joined forces with the right side Chacha. After breaking the Gongqianguan, we will naturally return to Tule."

On Yumenguan city, Su Lu was sitting in the arrow tower taking a nap.

On the city wall, it’s time for the meal to begin. Taking advantage of the fact that the Tule army is not attacking the city, hurry up and eat something, otherwise, once the fight starts, there will be no time to eat.

"Uncle, this is your steamed bun and vegetable soup."

The little girl with a clean face, Xiaomi, carried a black porcelain bowl and brought two black-faced buns over. Compared with the previous few days, Xiaomi was much cleaner, and her cheeks were also shiny.

Su Lu took the vegetable soup and the steamed bun, took a bite, endured the pain of pulling his throat, drank a small sip of vegetable soup, and rushed the steamed steamed bun into the stomach. This thing is too hard to drink any soup, Su Lu couldn't swallow it at all.

While gnawing on the buns, Su Lu glanced at the direction of the city wall a few steps away. Li Kun was leaning back against the city wall, revealing his left chest. A woman was wrapping his wound with a white cloth, and another woman was feeding her vegetable soup. Steamed bun.

This grandson will enjoy it.

Su Lu cursed in his heart, took another sip of vegetable soup, and was about to eat the black bun when the guard on the wall suddenly roared.

"Tulle retired"

"The Thule people are gone"

Su Lu, who threw the soup bowl, looked dumbfounded. The Thule people are gone?

You have thrown all the bowls away. Tell me that the Thule people are gone!

When he got up, Su Lu looked outside the city. Sure enough, the Tule army began to pull out of the camp and was slowly retreating eastward.

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