Entrepreneurship in the Late Tang Dynasty
Chapter 5 Narrow Road
Chapter 5 Narrow Road
In the dim forest, faint cries and shouts could be heard, and a strong smell of blood filled the air.
Zhao Huaian lay behind a huge rock and carefully looked out.
The forest was already dense and the sky was getting dark. He could only vaguely see a dozen figures gathered together and laughing, using a language that Zhao Huaian had never heard of.
Suddenly, someone shouted something in a gibberish, and then someone started lighting torches.
With the help of the torch, Zhao Huaian saw the situation clearly.
On an open meadow, several Tang warriors had fallen in a pool of blood, and the remaining three were kneeling on the ground with disheveled hair, as if they had been captured due to exhaustion.
Then the dozen or so foreign warriors formed a circle and sneered at the remaining Tang army warriors.
Zhao Huaian easily found their leader from the crowd. The man was wearing a helmet decorated with feathers and an amber-like forehead protector between his eyebrows. The collar of the helmet hung on his shoulder armor, and the bottom was decorated with animal skins.
She's dressed so flashily, she must be a leader.
At this moment, the enemy leader was talking to a warrior wearing chain mail next to him. The latter was obviously an interpreter, constantly translating the leader's words to the three captured Tang warriors.
At this time, among the three captured people, one was sitting cross-legged with a grin on his face and his head turned aside, one was with disheveled hair and his head down in silence, and another was trembling all over and whimpering from time to time.
"Tell me, where are your reinforcements?"
The interpreter spoke broken Chinese with a hint of Guanzhong accent, but no one answered him.
This time, the interpreter was also annoyed.
He turned his head to look at the leader, and seeing that the leader didn't say anything, he took a step forward, raised the scabbard and swung it at the most aggressive one.
Yes, it’s the one with a crooked mouth and the head turned away.
The interpreter was ruthless and with only three lashes he turned the Tang warrior into a bloody mess.
But the Tang man just stood there stiffly, not saying a word, while the one sobbing next to him was shaking even more violently.
Zhao Huaian, who was standing behind the huge rock, took it all in and began to admire the Tang warrior.
"He was a good man, what a pity..."
What a pity! It’s a pity that Zhao Huaian can’t save others.
What a joke! Even if Zhao Huaian has some martial arts skills, wears armor, and has good physical fitness, he can't take on more than ten people at once.
He sympathized with the three Tang people and did want to save them, but if he rushed forward at this time, he would not be saving them, but rather lubricating their blades.
What's more, there is the unreliable Lao Liu next to him.
Thinking of this, Zhao Huaian turned his head to look at Zhao Liu, intending to ask him to be careful.
But when he turned his head, he saw that Zhao Liu's whole body was shaking, and he was holding the Nanzhao people's sword in his hand, with veins bulging and his finger bones turning white.
What does this old man want to do?
Facing Zhao Huaian's gaze, Zhao Shun uttered six words with difficulty:
"They are Tibetans."
Although Zhao Liu didn't say more, Zhao Huaian understood.
In the middle and late Tang Dynasty, the people from Guanlong were the most hostile to the Tibetans. Those Tibetans who came from the plateau had been doing their best to harm the Qin people for a hundred years.
Zhao Liu said he was from Qishan. It seemed that most of his family members died at the hands of the Tibetans, and he had a grudge against them.
Zhao Huaian smacked his lips and pointed at himself.
Seeing Zhao Liu's eager and expectant eyes and his nod to him, Zhao Huaian forced a bitter smile.
Lao Liu, Lao Liu, you really think highly of me.
But in the end, Zhao Huaian still hesitated. He turned his head and looked at the Tibetan warriors again.
……
This time, his eyes were thoughtful as he evaluated whether he was capable of fighting.
And after seeing this, Zhao Huaian really found an opportunity.
There were indeed more than a dozen people on the opposite side, but only six of them were Tibetan warriors, and they were wearing armor.
The remaining ten or so people were wearing old leather armor and cloth clothes, standing further out in the periphery. They looked more relaxed, and did not seem to care what the Tang people said.
Could it be that the other party is two groups of people?
If that's the case, then maybe there really is a fight.
Among the six Tibetan warriors present, four were leather-armored warriors wearing ordinary ball-top eight-petal helmets. One of them held a bow, two held spears, and one held a rectangular shield in his left hand and a knife in his right hand.
The remaining two, including the showy leader, were all wearing bright silver armor, which gleamed even when they were standing there in the firelight.
Until this time, Zhao Huaian suddenly figured out one thing, that is, no wonder he was easily discovered by those Nanzhao soldiers when he was lying in the bushes before. It turned out that it was all thanks to his armor.
Although his armor was pieced together from the battlefield, the main part was the Tang Dynasty's Ming Guang armor, which was more dazzling than those of the two Tibetan warriors.
It was precisely because of this realization that Zhao Huaian knew he couldn't escape.
He was hiding behind a rock, so the enemy couldn't see him. But if he ran backwards, the light reflected from his armor wouldn't escape the eyes of the Tibetans.
Now we meet on a narrow road!
But Zhao Huaian, who was forced into a desperate situation, became inexplicably excited.
Since he can't run away, let him die!
Taking a deep breath, Zhao Huaian stared at his first target intently:
This person was the only one wearing armor besides the leader, and his armor was longer, completely connected from shoulders to knees. The body armor and shoulder pads were woven with armor plates, and the edges were decorated with brocade.
Coupled with his rolled-up helmet, the tightly tied belt around his waist, and the leopard-skin vest around his neck, his whole body exudes a fierce and murderous aura.
It was obvious at first glance that this man was the bravest among the Tibetan warriors.
Okay, I'll start with you. Suppressing the last bit of hesitation, Zhao Huaian carried the boulder on his back, grabbed the ox horn bow, and exhaled the foul air from his mouth.
The next second, he leaned forward and shot an arrow when the other side had no reaction.
The person on the opposite side fell to the ground.
However, the one who fell to the ground was not the brave warrior, but the showy leader.
Zhao Huaian's arrow "accurately" shot into the Tubo leader's eyes, killing him with one clean blow.
Seeing that the one who fell to the ground was that show-off, Zhao Huaian swore in his heart:
"If I have a future, I must practice this archery well. This is too embarrassing."
At this time, the Tibetans on the opposite side were stunned when they saw their leader lying on the ground.
But in a second, the meadow seemed to be poured with a pot of hot oil and exploded.
Amid the roar of the only remaining armored warrior, four Tibetan warriors rushed towards Zhao Huaian like crazy.
The archer among them fired continuously at Zhao Huaian's position.
The leopard-skinned Tibetan armored warrior strode forward with an iron spear in hand, cursing loudly in Tibetan.
Compared to the indignation of the Tibetan warriors, the ten men in leather armor and cloth clothes on the periphery were much more hesitant.
In fact, they subconsciously wanted to run north, but stopped after seeing the Tibetan warriors rushing over.
But these people still hesitated and did not follow.
……
At this time, Zhao Huaian covered his face with his shoulder pad.
The archer on the opposite side just shot three arrows at him, but they were all blocked by the iron armor.
After taking a fierce look at the "sinister" archer, Zhao Huaian shouted to the side:
"Mo Dao!"
Zhao Liu, who was behind the stone, was already impressed by Zhao Huaian's courage. Upon hearing this, he hurriedly handed the Mo Dao hanging behind the stone to Zhao Huaian.
Seeing Zhao Huaian raising his knife and rushing towards the Tibetans, Zhao Liu felt warm in his heart:
"This Zhao Da is really righteous. If there's anything he can do, he'll really come forward. From now on, you'll be my half-brother!"
Looking at the chaotic battlefield, Zhao Liu retracted his head and hid behind a rock.
……
In his previous life, Zhao Huaian had heard that the most powerful Modao general in the Tang Dynasty was named Li Siye. It was said that in the Battle of Xiangji Temple, he held a Modao, shouted and rushed into battle, killing dozens of people.
Zhao Huaian was definitely not that powerful, because his arms were already sore after he killed two Tibetan leather armored men.
Just now, a Tibetan soldier holding a spear rushed towards him like a pig, and was then killed by him again with a single blow.
The Mo Dao was indeed a deadly weapon. With its twenty-jin weight and Zhao Huaian's strength, the rhinoceros-skin armor on the Tibetan warrior was as thin as paper, and blood and flesh spurted out.
But maybe it was because he used it improperly, but after Zhao Huaian made one strike, his arms started to ache.
The tragic death of the Tibetan warrior over there did not shake the remaining Tibetans. The sword and shield soldier among them had already given up his long shield and directly slashed at Zhao Huaian's waist with his sword.
At the same time, another Tibetan warrior also stabbed Zhao Huaian in the chest with a spear.
The two cooperated very well, and Zhao Huaian had no time to dodge.
Without any hesitation, Zhao Huaian used his Mo Dao to chop the spear in half, letting the other sword hit his waist, and then he killed the last spearman regardless of anything.
At this moment, he could only trust in the craftsmanship of his ancestors and believe that the Ming Guang armor could protect him.
……
There was a sharp collision and Zhao Huaian staggered and was about to fall, but he finally lifted his foot and steadied himself.
The Tibetan warrior's horizontal slash did not break Zhao Huaian's defense, but instead broke a piece of his own blade.
Without giving the man any time to react, Zhao Huaian turned around on the spot, raised his Mo Dao and made a spinning slash.
The Tibetan warrior subconsciously raised his hand to block, and then his entire arm was cut off by Zhao Huaian.
The severed arm fell at his feet, blood gushing out from the broken end. The Tibetan warrior had lost all his strength and fell to the ground wailing.
Before Zhao Huaian could finish him off, the bravest armored warrior on the opposite side rushed over.
The opponent was obviously afraid of the Mo Dao. He swung the iron spear like a stick and then hit Zhao Huaian's Mo Dao.
Zhao Huaian had previously killed and injured four people with a knife, and the handle of the knife was covered in blood.
He was already a little slippery and couldn't hold on tightly, and now he was hit from the side by the opponent, and the Mo Dao in his hand was knocked out directly.
……
When Zhao Huaian rushed out, the three captured Tang army warriors stared at the battle situation with their emotions fluctuating.
At first they thought reinforcements had arrived, but they didn't expect it to be just one person. Before they could lament, they saw that this person had already killed four people.
Just when they thought they were about to be rescued, they saw the man's Mo Dao being knocked away again.
Seeing that the boy was about to be killed by the Tibetan warrior, except for the one who was already trembling, the remaining two stood up.
Even if they are tied up, they will fight to the death.
But the next second, the situation changed again.
(End of this chapter)
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