The female prisoner was fierce

Upon seeing the scene before him, Xiao Jianyang's gaze immediately sharpened:

"Let's go to the stockade wall."

Xiao Tao:

"Yes, Lord Xiao."

A moment later, Xiao Jianyang, along with Xiao Tao, and De Fang, Li Tiezhu, and Lin Qingxue, who had rushed over upon hearing the news, quickly climbed the south wall of the village.

On the stockade wall, several female soldiers on lookout duty were nervously watching the area below.

"Lord Xiao!"

Upon seeing Xiao Jianyang arrive, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly called out.

"Um."

Xiao Jianyang nodded slightly in response, then quickly walked to the arrow stack and peered down.

On the mountain road leading to Table Mountain to the south, a bloody chase was unfolding!

Running ahead were fifteen or sixteen military officers and soldiers.

They were all riding military horses, each one agile and strong, but at this moment they were covered in sweat and foaming at the mouth, clearly having reached their limit.

The soldiers on horseback fared even worse.

Most of their armor was missing, and they were disheveled and looked like beggars, but each of them had a murderous look in their eyes and gripped their weapons tightly, as if they were about to burst into a killing spree at any moment.

The leader was a young general wearing tattered armor!

He was too far away to see his face clearly, but all that could be seen was that he was holding a lance in his right hand, with two helmets worn by the Northern Di people on the lance.

The blood on the helmet had frozen into ice crystals, which gleamed a dark red in the hazy winter light.

Behind him, a flag bearer was tightly clutching a tattered Dawu military flag.

The flagpole was broken in half, and the flag was slashed to pieces by the knife, but the flag bearer still held on tightly, his arms wrapped around it more tightly than he would his own mother.

Less than two hundred paces behind them, more than fifty Northern Di cavalrymen were in hot pursuit.

The Northern Di cavalrymen rode short-legged horses, wore fur coats, and carried scimitars and bows. They whistled sharply as they drove their warhorses wildly along the mountain road.

Leading the pack was a leader of the Northern Barbarians wearing a mink hat.

This man was burly and had a full beard; he looked like a tough bastard who was not to be trifled with.

He was carrying a wide, thick curved knife, its blade riddled with nicks and slits, blood trickling down the edge and leaving a trail of red dots on the snow.

At this moment, the Northern Barbarian leader was chasing after them, shouting in broken Chinese:

"Hey you two-legged sheep, have you run enough yet?!"

"I've been chasing you for a whole day and night, let's see where you can run to now!!"

The sound was carried up by the mountain wind, and everyone on the stockade wall could hear it clearly.

Xiao Jianyang's face darkened.

This isn't chasing someone; it's playing a cat-and-mouse game.

Let the prey run until it is exhausted, then slowly butcher it piece by piece.

This is the most popular pastime tactic among the Northern Di cavalry!

Ahead, the running soldiers suddenly noticed something was wrong.

And this time.

Ahead, among the pursuers, an old soldier covered in blood pointed at Table Mountain and said through gritted teeth:

"General, the road ahead is a dead end; the horses can't make it. What should we do?"

The young general gripped the reins tightly, looking at the flags fluttering on the mountaintop and at Xiao Jianyang and the others looking at them, and immediately made a decision:

"Let's go up the mountain!"

"We are the Great Wu army, and the other side looks like citizens of Great Wu. Perhaps there's a glimmer of hope!"

Upon hearing this, all the remaining soldiers responded in unison:

"yes!!"

Then, with their last ounce of strength, they urged their warhorses to gallop swiftly toward the entrance to Table Mountain Pass.

But then, an accident happened.

Perhaps they were too tired, or perhaps the horses were already seriously injured.

Less than 300 meters from the entrance, a soldier who had fallen behind let out a mournful neigh from his warhorse, which then collapsed straight forward.

The officers and soldiers were thrown directly out, flying three or four meters in the air before crashing into a snowdrift.

He struggled to get up.

But the Northern Di cavalry had already caught up with them.

The burly, bearded leader of the Northern Barbarians, his horse moving at full speed, bent down and slashed down with his sword.

puff! !

A spray of scalding hot blood gushed out from the snowdrift, staining the white snow with a glaring red!

His head rolled on the snow, stopping several times before coming to a stop, his face still frozen with the resentment of his death.

The leader of the Northern Barbarians saw this.

With a pull of the reins, his warhorse reared up, grabbed the severed head from the ground, and burst into arrogant laughter:

"Is this all the trash Da Wu has got?" "Run! Run some more!!"

"This game is much more interesting!!"

Laughter echoed through the valley, so grating it made one want to kill.

The old general and his men, seeing this, had red eyes, but could only run forward quickly, not daring to stop.

On the village wall, Lin Qingxue saw this scene and dug her fingernails into her palms.

On the contrary, Xiao Jianyang remained silent throughout, showing no other expression.

His gaze remained fixed on those dozens of horses!

The fifty-odd ponies, though not as tall as the Great Wu army horses, were actually more agile and had better endurance in the mountainous region of Yanzhou.

The two things Xiao Family Village lacks most right now are money and horses.

Money can be found gradually, but horses are something that can't be bought under normal circumstances.

Now, more than fifty ready-made horses have been delivered to our door!

"Lin Qingxue".

Without further hesitation, Xiao Jianyang spoke decisively:

"Assemble the crossbowmen squad, the personal guard squad, and the newly formed Xiao family army's first guerrilla squad, thirty men in total, all three squads going out at once."

"Bring pulley crossbows, and each person should carry thirty bolts."

"The rest of you stay behind to guard the stockade walls and close the gates."

Upon hearing this, Lin Qingxue turned around abruptly and looked at Xiao Jianyang:

"Lord Xiao, are you going down the mountain?"

Xiao Jianyang spoke calmly:

"More than fifty horses have been delivered to our door, so naturally we should accept them generously."

Lin Qingxue:

"This…"

I really want to dissuade them; it's too dangerous!

but.

Looking at the fifty-odd strong horses, he was also incredibly tempted, so he swallowed back the words that were on the tip of his tongue and immediately clasped his hands in a fist salute:

"Yes, Lord Xiao!"

They quickly turned around and went down to prepare. In no time, the personnel were assembled.

At this moment, the chase below had reached the gate of the stockade.

The disheveled young general looked up at Xiao Jianyang and spoke urgently:

"My lord, I am Bai Huatong, a lieutenant general under Commander Yang Huaizhong of the Border Army. Please open the gate immediately!"

Xiao Jianyang ignored them, his gaze remaining fixed on the dozens of warhorses.

In that short time, dozens of Northern Di people had caught up with them.

However, at the same time, the troops of three shi (a unit of 100 men) had already arrived.

Adding to the existing troops on the stockade, there were a total of 7 squad leaders and 70 men!

"kill!!"

Once everyone had reached the stockade wall, Xiao Jianyang gave the order.

"yes!"

"yes!"

All the female and male soldiers, including Li Tiezhu, Lin Qingxue, and Defang, responded loudly and then decisively pulled the crossbows in their hands.

Crossbows and arrows are nocked!

call out! !

Suddenly, a series of sharp, piercing sounds rang out.

Arrows shot out from the cliff walls of Table Mountain.

The arrows were not very accurate; only two or three out of ten hit the target, and their lethality was not great.

But the crossbows of the 10 female soldiers with bows and crossbows were different.

Eight or nine out of ten arrows were precisely driven into the faces, abdomens, and other parts of the bodies of the Northern Di cavalrymen, even their throats.

woohoo~~

The arrowhead pierced through his throat, bringing with it a cloud of blood.

Many of the Northern Di cavalrymen didn't even utter a sound before falling off their horses and crashing into the snow. They twitched symbolically a couple of times and then stopped moving.

A corpse lay dead on the spot! Seeing this, Bai Huatong's face lit up with joy. He quickly spurred his horse around and roared:

"Brothers of the border troops, kill!!"

The roars were deafening; the dozen or so surviving soldiers, their eyes bloodshot, joined in the roars:

"kill!!"

"kill!!"

He grabbed his sword and spear and charged forward, intending to press his advantage.

Seeing this, the Northern Di cavalrymen gritted their teeth:

"Damn it, there's an ambush!!"

The burly man with the bushy beard, who was leading the group, changed his expression, looked up in the direction from which the arrows had come, and roared:

"You lowly bandit stronghold dared to attack my Northern Di warriors! My Northern Di will surely crush you, you wretched wretch!"

Then, he was met with another volley of sharp arrows.

call out!

Whoosh! !

Arrows rained down, several of them even heading straight for his face.

A devastating life-or-death crisis crashed down upon him, sending chills down the spine of the burly, bearded man.

"Damn it!"

He cursed under his breath, reacted extremely quickly, and suddenly turned his head to the side.

Two arrows flew past his ears, leaving a huge bloody hole in the chest of a Northern Di cavalryman behind him.

"Hiss~~ What kind of arrow is this? How can it be so powerful?"

"Among the warriors of my grasslands, there are very few who can draw such a powerful bow. How could this small bandit stronghold possibly have one?"

The burly man with the bushy beard was astonished.

Then, an even more chilling possibility surfaced in his mind:

"This must be the Great Wu Border Army Fortress, yes, it must be."

"Damn it, this is their trick!!"

At this thought, the burly, bearded man lost all will to fight and immediately roared at the top of his lungs:

"Retreat! Retreat now!!"

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