The Golden Family, rising from the Western Regions

Chapter 13 Live Well
Dozens of meters away, Tietou and another young man were already unable to withstand the attack of an old Karluk soldier.

Just as the Qarluk cavalry used brute force to knock the weapon out of Tietou's hand and was about to stab the knife into Tietou's chest.

Suddenly, his body staggered, his face became ferocious, and the arm holding the knife became unable to move for a moment.

I saw a spear piercing his back with such great force that the spear head was exposed from the front of his chest.

Blood spurted out and the Qarluk man quickly fell off his horse.

Tietou was nearly killed by the Karluk people's swords. Before he could recover from the shock, he heard his companions shouting:

"Brother Dalong!"

Looking in the direction from which the spear was thrown, Li Xiao was standing there on horseback.

Tietou then realized that it was Li Xiao who saved him.

He showed an expression of surprise and relief, and shouted, "Brother Dalong!"

Li Xiao didn't have time to deal with the two guys. He just shouted, "Be careful."

Then go hunt the next target.

Another Qarluk man holding a spear. Many people from the grasslands like to use spears as their main weapons. The main reason is just one word: poverty!

The cost of a spear is low, a stick plus a spear head is a spear.

For nomadic cavalrymen with backward equipment in the early stage, the spear is the most cost-effective weapon.

Therefore, a person's status in the tribe can also be determined from his weapons.

Those who only have spears in their hands must be the lowest-class herdsmen, or even slaves without personal rights.

Those who have spears, knives and bows and arrows have a higher status and are considered warriors in the tribe. They are also more difficult to deal with.

Therefore, the people Li Xiao met were not tough guys.

When the spear attacked, Li Xiao's body just swayed slightly. Before the spear pierced his chest, the cavalry sword in his hand chopped down swiftly.

"Gear~"

Only a crisp sound of wood breaking was heard, and the Qarluk man's spear was directly cut off by Li Xiao.

Then, the cavalry sword flipped gently in his hand.

The moment the two horses passed each other, the blade easily wiped across the neck of the Qarluk man.

After killing the spearman, Li Xiao moved on to his next target. This time he finally met an opponent who could hone his skills.

A Qarluk who looks like a small leader.

But without any surprise, he was soon defeated by Li Xiao again.

As more and more blood covered the cavalry's sword, his movements became more relaxed and his killing techniques became more skillful, acting like a veteran who had fought many battles.

When there was no longer an enemy in front of Li Xiao, he shook off the blood on his cavalry sword and scanned the battlefield.

Faced with the siege of a large number of Hexi cavalry, there were only a few Qarlug people who were still able to ride on horses.

After all, a Qarluk man was almost besieged by two or three Xihe cavalrymen at the same time and had no power to fight back.

"簌~"

With the whistling of an arrow, a Qarluk man who was fleeing on horseback a few dozen meters away fell to the ground in an instant.

Li Xiao slowly put down the longbow.

At this point, the battle is over.

All the Qarlugs were slaughtered on the south bank of the Longgu River, turning the originally clear river water into a bloody color.

Hexi Fort also suffered heavy damage.

One person was killed in the battle, four were seriously injured, and more than a dozen were slightly injured.

The person who died in the battle was an old man, and his home was quite close to Li Xiao's.

Every time he returned home, Li Xiao would often greet him and call him Grandpa Liu.

In Li Xiao's impression, this is a good-tempered, talkative and very kind old man.

Unexpectedly, a battle would separate them forever.

This made Li Xiao further realize the cruelty of ancient wars.

This is not a Mount & Blade game. It turns out that real death is not far away.

"Dalong, don't be too sad."

"Uncle Liu got what he wanted."

In front of Grandpa Liu's body, Li Dashan comforted Li Xiao.

I was worried that since this was Li Xiao's first time experiencing this kind of fighting, he would feel uncomfortable watching people he once knew die in front of him.

However, Li Xiao's heart is not that fragile. This is not the first time he has killed someone, whether in his past life or this life.

"It's okay, Sixth Uncle~" Li Xiao nodded calmly.

"Grandpa Liu has avenged Uncle Ermao. He killed three Qarlug people and made a profit!" said Li Xiao.

Grandpa Liu's son died in battle in Beishan not long ago, just like Li Xiao's father.

Filled with grief and anger, Grandpa Liu didn't care about anything in the battle just now, and fought with the Qarluk people in a life-for-life manner.

When he killed the third Karluk, he was also stabbed in the chest by the Karluk. Perhaps when he fell, he had no regrets!
"In the future, please take better care of the orphans and widows of the Liu family!" said the Sixth Uncle with a sigh.

Then, he shouted to everyone: "Hurry up and clean up the battlefield. Kill all the Karluks who are still alive and chop off their heads."

Cleaning up the battlefield is a very important matter.

The main thing was to collect the enemy's horses and bring them back, and then the enemy's scimitars and other weapons, as well as the arrows on the corpses and on the ground.

All of these need to be recycled and reused.

Even the spears used by the enemy are also relatively important strategic materials.

After all, the grassland is not as prosperous as the Central Plains, and iron tools are relatively scarce. Even if these spearheads are not used by themselves, they can be melted and forged into farm tools.

Of course, searching the enemy's bodies is also essential. You might even find some valuables such as gold, silver, and copper coins.

Finally, it’s the clothes of the Karluk people, which must also be taken off. The grassland people don’t have so many taboos, so they can be worn after washing.

If you really can't wear it, there are other uses for it.

The ultimate reason is the shortage of supplies on the grassland, but the people in Hexi Fort are unwilling to let go of anything that can be used by them.

In this battle, Li Xiao personally killed five Qarlugs and shot even more, so there were at least ten of them.

These spoils all belong to Li Xiao, although Li Xiao doesn't care about weapons, clothes and other things at all.

But the war horses of these Qarlug people are still very good.

No one living on the grassland would complain about having too many horses.

In this battle alone, Li Xiao added nearly twenty horses to his family, as well as a number of gold, silver and copper coins from these Qarlug people.

While everyone in Hexi Fort was cleaning up the battlefield, the old man squatted on a blood-stained stone.

Holding a scimitar with a notch on it, he looked at the corpses of the Karluk people on the ground and let out a breath.

The loss of one son and one missing was a huge blow to him.

In just one day, Li Xiao discovered that the old man had a lot more white hair on his head.

Fortunately, through this fight, he was able to vent his depression, and the old man's mood improved a lot.

"Grandpa, please bandage the wound." Li Xiao walked over and said to the old man.

In this battle, the old man was as brave as ever and personally chopped off the heads of three Qarlug people.

Of course, he also paid the price of being injured. His chest was cut by the scimitar of the Qarluk people. Although the cut was not deep, it still tore his skin and flesh, and his clothes were stained with blood.

"It's just a minor injury, nothing serious." The old man shook his head stubbornly.

He fought in battles when he was young and had countless scars on his body. The most fatal one was even pierced through the chest by an enemy spear, but the old man managed to survive.

The King of Hell won't take him in at all.

Therefore, the old man really doesn’t think this injury is a big deal at the moment.

But he did not refuse Li Xiao to bandage his wound.

"Dalong, your father is gone, and I don't know if your second uncle is still alive. We are the only ones left in this family."

The old man looked depressed and sighed softly, with a hint of moisture in his cloudy eyes.

Li Xiao also knew that the accident of his two sons was a great blow to him.

But Li Xiao was helpless and could only comfort him, saying, "We, the old men, must live well."

"Don't let my father worry about the King of Hell."

"Huff, huff, huff~ Yes, we all need to live well." The old man let out a sigh.

The old man can't die yet.

Several of the grandchildren have not grown up yet, and are still children.

If the old man can't hold on, then his grandchildren will be completely left without support.

Fortunately, these grandsons did not disappoint the old man.

Both Dahu and Erhu are very good people. They are not cowardly and have not brought shame to the Li family. In two years, they will be able to grow up and help Dalong.

However, the one who made the old man most satisfied was Li Xiao. He already knew what he had done just now.

With his miraculous archery skills, he could take the enemy's heads from a distance of 100 meters without missing a single shot. He was also not afraid of close combat and had beheaded four people. He was truly a brave and skilled warrior on the battlefield.

The old man believed that if there were more Karluks, Li Xiao’s achievements would be even greater.

What made the old man most happy was that Li Xiao was very capable in deploying troops and had a great talent for commanding cavalry.

This shows that Li Xiao has the potential to become a qualified commander.

So the old man was feeling emotional when he was sitting on the stone just now, thinking that God was not so cruel to him.

Although the son who had high hopes for him is gone, God has given him an outstanding grandson.

Therefore, the old man’s only expectation now is that Li Xiao grows up as quickly as possible and has enough prestige and strength to take over the old man’s position and take charge of Hexi Fort.

A real homeownership.

That way, even if the old man passed away, he would have no regrets.

(End of this chapter)