Chapter 672: Snowstorm and Cold Blade (24)

Mu Gulu is a Donghu person, but he is not a normal Donghu person. To be precise, he is a sinner in Donghu now. He was originally the young chief of the Rouran tribe, which was a medium-sized tribe in Donghu. During the bloody Helin coup, his father, the leader of the Rouran clan, stood on the wrong team and followed a large tribe that supported the eldest prince to oppose Thorpe. After the defeat, he was killed, and the entire Rouran clan was beaten. Sanfen rewarded the tribes that supported Thorpe, and people like Mu Gulu who were originally noble were directly demoted to slaves. ＋＋＋

If Thorpe hadn't recruited brave men from among the slaves to form the infantry, I'm afraid Mu Gulu would never have had a chance to get ahead and could only work hard day after day until death. But with the recruitment order, Mu Gulu Seizing the opportunity keenly, his once loyal tribe tried their best to collect some gold, silver and jade, and bribed the owner of Mu Beng Lu, so that Mu Gulu had the opportunity to join the infantry.

If you want to stand out, you must show your worth. Mu Gulu himself is not an ordinary person. Whether it is his personal bravery or his ability to learn things, he is much stronger than ordinary slaves. It didn't take long for him to stand out and become Ten people are long, then hundreds are long, and finally thousands are long.

Now, he is a tooth general commanding a thousand-man team. Originally, he thought that it would not be long before he would be able to stand out again, and the legacy of the Rouran tribe would be passed on to him again.

But things did not go as expected. The Donghu army, which had assembled tens of thousands of cavalry, was defeated so quickly and miserably in Hetao. Now, the entire army is in danger of being destroyed.

At this time, Mugulu could no longer care about hating Thorpe, but he wanted to revitalize the tribe. In addition to being the young leader of Rouran, he was also a Donghu man first, so when the general Yan Qi gave the order, he would lead five thousand people. The palace guards and the Ten Thousand Bufu fought for the opportunity for the 20,000 cavalry to break out. When the price was that they would die, he led his soldiers without hesitation and launched the first attack on Pioneer City.

Like everyone else, Mu Gulu also believed that cavalry was the foundation of Donghu, and under the current conditions, their infantry had no possibility of escaping. There was no food, grass, or horses in the vast snowfield. (Baidu search update is the fastest and most stable) It is impossible for them to escape home. As a Donghu person, his final value may only be reflected in fighting for a glimmer of life for his colleagues.

He looked down upon the slaves under his command. Most of them were kidnapped by the Donghu people, and some were other tribes that were defeated and destroyed by the Donghu people. In his heart, he still considered himself a Donghu people. He has the pride of Donghu people.

Another attack was defeated, and his thousand men, by now. There were less than three hundred people left, breathing heavily, sitting on the blood-soaked ground, looking at the subordinates lying or sitting around without any energy at all. Mu Gulu sneered, God had destined that they and he would die here. It's just that he is voluntary. Whether he can capture Pioneer City is not important, in fact. It's impossible to defeat them at all. As long as they can contain the enemies in Pioneer City and cover the main force of Donghu led by Qutu Argen to break out, it will be fine.

This can be regarded as myself as a Donghu person,

It was the last thing I did for Donghu. After I went underground, my father wouldn't blame me for doing this. He would be very happy that he did what a Donghu person should do.

He took out a bloody steamed bun from his arms. He didn't know if it belonged to him, his dead companions, or the enemy. Mu Gulu didn't care about it at all, and bit into the hard steamed bun, which was sent from above. It's the last meal of food, but what does it matter? Whether he can survive until tomorrow is still unknown. Let's eat enough today. Even if he dies, he will have to be a dead ghost.

After eating the steamed buns, Mu Gulu fell down and went to sleep. He had no worries in his heart and was determined to die. He was not at all affected by the battlefield where the sound of killing was loud, and he started snoring after a while.

He was awakened by the sound of trumpets. He jumped up. This sound was an order for his thousand-man team to attack instead. He looked up at the sky. The light was already dark. Above the city, even The torch was already lit, and Mu Gulu suddenly smelled the aroma of barbecue. Following the aroma, he looked under the city wall. There was still steam rising there. It was the boiling hot oil that had been poured on the city. Pour it on the soldiers who are attacking the city.

Mu Gulu swallowed a mouthful of saliva and suppressed the feeling of vomiting. Maybe he would be next.

Pulling out the knife stuck in the ground, Mu Gulu shouted, "Follow me! Fight into the city."

Mu Gulu took his remaining 300 or so soldiers and once again rushed towards the impregnable city wall. For a whole day, not one of them could even climb the city wall, but they were still risking their lives to attack. Among them, there were people like Mu Gulu who were willing to die for Donghu, but most of them were just former soldiers. As slaves, the Donghu people gave them the opportunity to get rid of their slave status. Of course they were willing to fight for it, but at this time, who would be willing to die voluntarily?

Even so, they had to go. Still behind them were five thousand fully armed palace guards. These people who had been in Donghu for many years naturally knew what the palace guards represented and what they meant. Fighting power, retreating is death, moving forward is also death, then they have no choice but to move forward, because in Donghu, they still have families, relatives and brothers, or after the war, because of their death, they can The family fought for some better chance of survival.

Mu Gulu, together with most of the soldiers who had this kind of mentality, rushed towards the city wall again.

When night fell and the world was completely plunged into darkness, the horn of retreat finally sounded behind him. Mu Gulu dragged his knife and limped back from the battlefield. It must be said that his luck was incredible. Well, of the more than 300 people who followed him to attack the city, only more than 100 came back this time, and he was only slightly injured.

But at this time, he was exhausted both physically and mentally.

A hopeless war always makes people easy to despair. He didn't know if the main force led by Kutu Argen had broken out at this time. They had been fighting for a whole day. The enemy could not be kept secret for a long time. They could easily Then we can deduce the whereabouts of Donghu's main force from our own situation.

With heavy steps, he walked back to the Donghu Camp a few miles away. Except for a few scattered fires, the entire camp was plunged into darkness, just like their hearts at this time, looking back into the distance. The Pioneer City is brightly lit, and the bright lights illuminate the city particularly dazzlingly.

Mu Gulu sighed. Unlike ordinary soldiers, he was once the young clan leader of Rouran, and his knowledge was not even comparable to that of ordinary Donghu people. He knew very well that this big defeat in Donghu was really going to hurt people. The muscles are shaking. One goes and the other goes, next time, it may be the Donghu people's turn to defend the city while the Eastern Army attacks.

He had only taken a few steps into the camp when his stomach growled again, but he had no more steamed buns. The half-day battle had already exhausted the bloody steamed buns he had eaten with snow during lunch.

Just when he was thinking about finding something to eat, there was a sudden commotion in the camp. The troops who had entered the camp early suddenly started to stir, and there were people running everywhere.

Mu Gulu raised his head in surprise, how could this happen? The Donghu infantry's strict military discipline was not comparable to that of ordinary armies. Because of their status, the officers would whip them if they found the slightest disobedience. , severe cases include beheading, there is no such thing as forgiveness.

He strode inside, grabbed a soldier who was running around, and shouted sternly: "Why are you running around? The military camp is making a lot of noise, do you want your life?"

The soldier raised his head and looked at the commander in front of him. If it were normal times, he would have knelt down long ago, but now, apart from panic, there was no fear in his eyes, "Run away, they ran away." !”

"Who ran away?" Mu Gulu was confused.

"The palace guards, the palace guards have all fled. There is not a single one left!" the soldier said incoherently.

"The palace guards ran away? Nonsense. The palace guards are the pride of the Donghu people. They will only die on the battlefield. How could they run away? I will kill you!" Mu Gulu picked up the knife still stained with blood and placed it on it. On the man's neck.

"General, if you don't believe me, why don't you take a look for yourself? One of the palace guards has two horses. There are tens of thousands of horses in the camp. Did you hear a horse neighing? There are thousands of palace guards. From the time you entered the camp, did you see one? ?They ran away, they abandoned us and ran away!" The soldiers cried in despair.

Mu Gulu let go in a daze, "They ran away. How could they do that? They are the pride of the Donghu people! No, they must be on their way to another battlefield. They must be attacking another group of Eastern Conquest troops."

He desperately tried to find excuses for the palace guards. At this moment, he saw General Juan, who was commanding the entire infantry. As if grasping a life-saving straw, he rushed over and grabbed Juan, "General Juan." , the general and the others are going to attack another east-conquering army, right?"

Ru An looked at Mu Beng Lu, but his eyes were full of pain, "Mu Gu Lu, we have all been deceived, deceived by the general. We are all abandoned. The general said he would fight with us until the end. , but he ran away, taking five thousand palace guards with him, and took away the last grain. Now, we don’t have a grain of grain. Now, I understand, Yan Qi wanted to get it from the beginning. Run, think of running alone, Qutu Argen, I'm afraid I've been fooled by him, and now, I'm afraid they've fallen into a bitter battle, and I'm afraid they won't be able to escape."

Like a ladle of cold water poured on his head, Mu Gulu felt that his spine was being pulled away from his body at this moment. His legs went weak and he fell to the ground.

Ru An glanced at Mu Gu Lu with some pity, "Mu Gu Lu, run away. We have been abandoned. We have no need to fight anymore. Whether we can escape depends on our luck. Now, I don't care. You are here, you are a captain, you have a horse, mount your horse and run away!"

Mu Gulu didn't seem to hear Ru An's words. He lay there in despair, twisting in pain on the ground like a worm. The faith in his heart collapsed at that moment. (To be continued. . )u