Daqin: At the beginning, he revealed that he was a traverser, and Ying Zheng was paralyzed

"Sigh~"

"Why don't you freeze the Huns to death?"

The bitter cold wind made him curl up, trot to the crenel, took off his pants and started to drain the water.

The sky is not yet bright.

But under the reflection of the snow, the wilderness and wilderness are like daytime.

After Pang Guosheng urinated, he quickly lifted his pants, wanting to go back and warm himself by the fire.

The moment he opened the door curtain, he suddenly felt as if he had forgotten something.

On the vast snowfield beyond the Great Wall, a black shadow slowly squirmed.

They moved very slowly, but unswervingly approached the direction of the Great Wall frontier.

Pang Guosheng was afraid that he was wrong, so he ran to the crenel in two or three steps, and stared carefully for a long time.

"Enemy attack!"

"Get up!"

"The Huns are coming!"

Pang Guosheng shouted in horror.

Why did the Huns come here!

This place is desolate and remote, and there are very few people in the pass.

Therefore, the number of soldiers stationed is pitifully small, only one regular army, and dozens of civilians who make up the number.

Suddenly there was a loud noise from the beacon tower.

Pang Guosheng's four subordinates ran out quickly, still confused about what happened.

"Hurry up Wolf Smoke!"

"The Huns have invaded, no less than 2000 people!"

Pang Guosheng waved his arms and shouted: "Call everyone!"

The four of them gasped, and turned their heads in unison to look outside the pass.

There seems to be a long and winding black line on the snow field, rushing towards the frontier like a tide.

"It's really the Huns!"

"Captain, what should we do?"

"There are only five of us!"

The soldiers panicked for a moment.

Although I don't know the exact number, the number of Huns is at least hundreds of times that of them!

With only five people, how can they hold it?

"Light up the wolf smoke!"

"Light up the wolf smoke!"

"Hurry up Wolf Smoke!"

Pang Guosheng roared anxiously.

The meaning of their existence may be to remind the nearby comrades with their lives.

The Great Wall is thousands of miles away, and it is impossible to allocate a large number of soldiers to each pass.

Existence like them, I don't know how many there are.

"Eh."

"We'll go right away."

"Captain, do you want to wake up the civilian husband?"

There was chaos on the walls.

Fortunately, Pang Guosheng was still calm, and finally lit up the beacon.

A straight column of smoke shot straight into the sky, and everyone's hearts finally settled down a little.

As long as the soldiers stationed nearby see the beacon fire, the news of the enemy's attack will soon be transmitted along the beacon tower one after another, and the army will come to rescue in a short time.

The shivering civilian husband was driven to the top of the city.

The Huns were getting closer and closer.

The snow was so thick that they could only walk on the snow with difficulty holding their horses.

Even so, this group of ferocious savages had no intention of fearing difficulties.

White disaster, the most terrifying disaster on the grassland.

Every winter, the blizzard lasts for three to five days.

Cattle and sheep died of cold and starvation, and herdsmen's felt tents were crushed by snow.

In order to survive, large tribes will choose to go south or plunder the surrounding small tribes.

And many scattered small tribes are only allowed to be fished by mermaids.

At this time, the law of survival of the law of the jungle fully embodies its cruelty.

Unfortunately, this tribe that traveled long distances to attack the border of the Great Wall had a powerful tribe right next to it.

Staying is death, and going south may be able to successfully pass the pass, grab some grain and food to keep out the cold to survive this winter.

How to choose is really simple.

Pang Guosheng paced anxiously.

They have already lit the wolf smoke, and it stands to reason that the task has been completed.

But military law stipulates that fleeing without a fight is a capital offense.

The Xiongnu had two to three thousand people, what did they use to fight?

"Warrior!"

"I found this thing."

"Didn't the superiors say that if a large group of Xiongnu invaded, they would light this rope and throw it from the top of the city?"

A subordinate trotted over, holding three tightly bound bamboo tubes in both hands.

Pang Guosheng's eyes lit up: "You are really smart!"

"I heard that its sound is like thunder, and when it explodes, it has the power of splitting stones."

"Let's blow it up a few times, even if we have fought against the Huns."

"Get the torch!"

The Huns had already approached within five hundred paces.

Looking down from a height, there are densely packed people and horses everywhere.

The Huns' dirty hair was clumped together, and there was no trace of fear on their cold faces.

They led the horses and walked faster and faster.

Four long ladders were tied to the horse's back and swayed up and down as the horse jolted.

A tall Hun did not know what he shouted, and there was a wave of echoes in an instant.

The long ladder was untied from the horse's back, and a dozen people quickly gathered on both sides, carrying it together and rushing towards the city.

The rest of the Huns bent their bows and set arrows, trying to provide cover for their companions with a wave of arrows.

"Get ready to light the fire!"

Pang Guosheng's heart was in his throat.

The peasants ran away in a panic, and now there are only five regular troops left on the wall.

When the bamboo tube is thrown down later, they will also run away.

Click, click, click.

Four long ladders were erected on the top of the city in a short period of time.

Pang Guosheng was holding a bamboo tube in his hand, and he was so nervous that he almost couldn't hold the burning firewood in his hand.

"Captain, it's almost there."

"Throw it away, let's run."

"Captain, you can't stay!"

The subordinates begged eagerly.

"ignition!"

Without further ado, Pang Guosheng put the dry match on the red charcoal.

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A string of sparks flew out, Pang Guosheng didn't think much about it, he swung his arms and threw it towards the bottom of the wooden ladder.

"Squat down and run!"

"Get out!"

The three explosive cartridges were thrown under the city one after another. Pang Guosheng remembered the teaching of the Shangguan. Although he didn't know the reason, he kept it firmly in his heart.

boom!

boom!boom!

Three violent explosions sounded, as if even the city wall shook.

Frightened, Pang Guosheng fell to the ground all of a sudden.

The four subordinates were even more unbearable, holding their heads and hiding by the wall, their bodies trembling non-stop.

They never thought that those three small bamboo tubes would make such earth-shattering noises!

A shrill howl came from below the city.

The bright red blood stained the large expanse of snow red like pouring down.

A frenzied war horse, dragging its colorful intestines under its belly, galloped recklessly through the Huns' army.

The Huns were terrified, shouted for the blessing of the gods, and fled in all directions crying.

When Pang Guosheng regained his composure, he felt something was wrong.

There is no one stationed on the city wall. It stands to reason that the Huns should have killed them long ago.

He stood up courageously, only to find that there were little black spots everywhere on the snow field outside the pass.

"The Huns retreated!"

Pang Guosheng shouted excitedly: "The Huns are scared away!"

The four subordinates stood up tremblingly, and when they saw the scene outside the pass clearly, they were overjoyed.

"Captain, the rescue army is here."

"Look!"

"Haha, that's great!"

On the head of the city in the distance, black soldiers are advancing like a wall.

Raise the flag high with one pole and flutter in the wind.

The four subordinates were ecstatic, but Pang Guosheng looked solemn.

He stood on the crenel and looked down. At the bottom of the wall were thirty or fifty seriously injured Huns, struggling and screaming.

There are more than a dozen unowned war horses that seem to be injured, neighing miserably, but they can't stand up anyway.

"It seems to be the flag of General Meng."