At the beginning, the empress will be the queen and eat soft rice to open the blind box

Xiao Jifeng had already calmed down. He pointed to the mountain peak that pierced into the sky beside the city of Youzhou,
"Yue Zhi, if you don't want your soldiers to die in vain, where should we choose our battlefield?"

Han Li's heart trembled, and he reminded in a low voice: "My lord, be careful of fraud!"

Yue Zhi glanced at the mountain confidently, "It doesn't matter, even if he ambushed someone, if he can't beat him, I can still escape!"

Han Li was still a little worried, "My lord, this kind of despicable villain can do anything, so we have to guard against it!"

"Thank you, General Han, for reminding me, but have you heard a sentence?"

"What?"

Yue Zhi said leisurely, "In the face of absolute strength, any conspiracy is nothing but floating clouds!"

Without waiting for Han Li's answer, he raised his voice and said to the city,
"Third Uncle, Tongtian Peak has good feng shui. Since you have chosen there, as your nephew and son-in-law, I will personally give you a ride."

Xiao Jifeng sneered, "Perhaps such a place of feng shui is more suitable for you, a descendant of the Dai Viet royal family."

He turned around and took the lead, running towards Tongtian Peak.

Yue Zhi clasped his fists together, "General Han, Youzhou will be entrusted to you."

The blood in Han Li's chest was surging, and he nodded heavily,
"Don't worry, my lord, as long as Han Li has his breath, he will never let Xiliang's soldiers set foot on the city of Youzhou."

Yue Zhi laughed lightly, floated down from the top of the wall, and followed Xiao Jifeng towards Tongtian Peak.

"Where the crown is leaning against the railing, the Xiaoxiao rain rests.

Lift our sight, the sky and shouts, grand, vehement,
Thirty fame and dust and dirt,
Eight thousand miles of cloud and moon.

Don't wait, the boy's head has turned white, Kong is sad..."

[Manjianghong] The passionate and tragic singing came faintly in the north wind.

As Yue Zhi's figure faded away, his voice finally became inaudible.

The low-pitched horn horns of the Xiliang people began to hum.

Han Li shouted violently, "Beat the drum!"

At the head of Youzhou City, there was a shocking sound of war drums.

Xiao Jifeng's figure was in front of him, walking leisurely in the courtyard, seemingly slow but actually fast.

Yue Zhi followed behind him unhurriedly, and even had time to chant Ban Que Man Jianghong.

When he was studying in the past, he only thought that this poem written by his ancestor was quite good.

But how good it is, he can't say.

Today at the head of Youzhou City, for some reason, Que Man Jianghong suddenly came to mind.

At this moment, Yue Zhi finally felt the mood of Yue Wumu when he wrote this poem.

On the mountainside of Tongtian Peak, the white snow still hasn't melted.

Looking from afar, the whole mountain is clearly divided into two parts.

The lower part is exposed rocks with pits and pits, and the upper part is white snow that has not melted for many years.

Xiao Jifeng's figure stopped on the mountainside at the dividing line.

The strong mountain wind blew his blue robes fluttering up.

"Yue Zhi, what's your name, the last elegy?"

Yue Zhi stood on a rock ten feet away from him,
"Xiao Jifeng, do you know that because of your defection to the enemy and treason, the old prime minister has already taken the blame and resigned, and the Xiao family, which has stood in the imperial capital for many years, has become a thing of the past."

A trace of guilt flashed across Xiao Jifeng's eyes, and then he became hardened,

"My son Shengyi died at your hands. As a grandfather, not only did he not want to take revenge, but he wanted to drive Shengyi out of the family, and he didn't even give him his posthumous name. Why should I think about the Xiao family?"

Yue Zhi shook his head, "Xiao Jifeng, it seems that your mind has been blinded by hatred, and you have become so possessed that you cannot be saved!"

Xiao Jifeng grinned grimly, "Stop talking sarcasticly, I was also forced by you!"

With a wave of his left sleeve, a huge rock flew up from the hillside and hit Yue Zhi's head.

Yue Zhi pointed his right index finger at the boulder, and the boulder suddenly shattered into powder.

Xiao Jifeng also didn't think this stone could hurt Yue Zhi, he flapped his hands like the wings of a big bird, and the snow behind him turned into a white dragon, slamming into Yue Zhi in the air.

Yue Zhi drew a Taiji diagram in front of his body with both hands. This is a stance in the Taijiquan manual that is as closed as it is closed.

Taiji Jin changed the direction of the thick snow dragon, and flew down the mountain from the side of Yue Zhi's shoulder.

There is not much difference in strength between the two, and it is impossible to tell the winner in a short time.

Youzhou City at the foot of the mountain has become a world of blood and fire.

With the sound of Xiliang people's horns, a neat team of ten thousand people came up.

At the head of the city of Youzhou, the defenders' bows and knives were unsheathed, and they were already ready for battle.

The black Xiliang soldiers were like huge waves in the sea, coming up wave after wave.

Youzhou City seems to be a reef standing on the shore. It has withstood the impact of waves for thousands of years, but it has never fallen down.

Under the west city of Youzhou, the corpses of the dead Xiliang soldiers had already been laid in a thick layer.

The defenders on the top of the city have also rotated several times.

Xiliang seems to be determined to break through Youzhou today, betting everything on it no matter the cost.

The bull horn sounded continuously like a reminder.

The god of death was so happy that he stood aside with a sickle, waiting to harvest life.

Although the defenders of Youzhou occupy a favorable location, they are still fallen in pieces.

There are many squads that have been formed and eliminated.

Bloodshot eyes appeared in Han Li's eyes, and he commanded the soldiers to repel Xiliang soldiers time and time again.

"General, the people of Xiliang have gone crazy, it won't work like this!"

Han Li raised his head, it was Dongchang Fanzi brought by Yue Zhi.

In a daze, he remembered what Yue Zhi had told him.

Han Li rushed over and grabbed the arm of the Baihu of Dongchang, "My lord said, did you bring a weapon called dynamite?"

Baihu nodded, "We haven't used this thing before, so I don't know how it works!"

"Try it, take it here and try it, there are too many people in Xiliang, even if it's four for one, we can't afford it."

The hundreds of households in Dongchang agreed, braving the arrows flying in from outside the city, and transferred their team of 100 people up.

Due to the short time, Yue Zhi had no time to make grenades and mines, which required an industrial foundation.

He just asked Dongchang Fanzi to mix the black powder used for setting off fireworks with iron nails and iron sheets to make simple explosive packets.

The hundred households who led the team felt uneasy, they were just following the orders of the prince, as for whether these things are useful or not, only God knows.

The black-armored Xiliang soldiers rushed over like the rising tide of the sea again.

The 100 Dongchang fanzi hid under the crenel with their waists bowed.

Each of them had a fire starter in their hands and a small flat boxy bag in their arms.

Baihu behind the crenel showed one eye, watching closely the movements of Xiliang soldiers.

200 metres………

100 metres………

50 metres………

Closer, closer.

The siege ladder was already on the crenel, and the ant-like soldiers climbed up the ladder nimbly with long knives in their mouths.

Baihu's nervous palms were sweating, and he shouted hoarsely,
"Get ready~~~"