Fantasia: The blind man at the beginning starts with playing the erhu

big camp.

There are more than [-] Turkic Qingqi stationed here.

The flames danced, and the strong wind echoed in the barracks.

The soldiers guarding the camp curled up, cursing the terrible weather.

The wind is getting stronger and stronger, the snow is getting bigger and bigger, and the soldiers' vision is getting blurred.

But with this weather, the soldiers of the Sui Dynasty probably didn't need them to encircle and suppress them, so they froze to death in the snow first.

The whole hill was a vast expanse of white, and there was a suffocating chill in the air.

"Huh? What is that!" The Turkic soldier exclaimed.

A huge figure came out of the darkness, a black bull?

"Cow? Why are there cows here?"

"It is estimated that someone ran out."

Another Turkic soldier said excitedly, "This time I ate some, roast beef!"

The Turkic soldier licked his lips.

Several people gathered around and were about to take the cow back to kill and eat the meat.

Under the moonlight, a figure descended from the sky.

The bright knife light was like a crescent moon, passing over their heads like a gust of wind, and falling in front of them.

In the blink of an eye, three people fell down.

"Enemy attack!!"

With a loud roar, the silent night was torn apart.

Everyone was startled and looked back.

Nearly a thousand savage-like beings jumped out of the dark bushes.

They rushed over while screaming.

The Turkic people reacted extremely quickly, but the total number of broken soldiers rushing over was several times their number.

Li Pingan rides an old bull and wields a big knife.

Facing the surroundings, there was a burst of chopping, rocks flying, and trees breaking.

The wind of the knife roared, and the momentum was frightening.

"rush!!"

Some people's weapons were cut off, and some people fell off their horses because of the force of the charge.

Some people barely held the knife, but their arms were numb from the shock.

Chongying is based on a breath, and the breath dissipated.

There was no way out for this group of defeated soldiers.

There is only rushing, rushing bravely without fear of death.

A roar erupted from the crowd, and a strong Turkic man rushed out with a long gun, screaming and rushing forward.

After a while, several dead souls of the defeated soldiers of the Sui Dynasty were added under the gun.

It is a warrior who goes out with the army.

This is why Li Pingan does not want to fight the army alone.

Every army, more or less, will have some warriors who go out with the army.

After countless life and death fights, he has developed a solid strength.

It's not something a simple martial artist can match.

Coupled with the cooperation of the army, it is like a ferocious beast.

Those Qi practitioners whose goal is to live forever, will run away from them when they meet them.

After all, the former is seeking victory, while the latter is seeking Taoism and immortality.

It's just that there were too many people rushing over from the broken army, which greatly delayed the steps of several warriors who followed the army.

Let Li Pingan find an opportunity and lead several elites to tear a hole.

Sword light and sword shadow, flesh and blood flying everywhere.

The sound of fighting became more and more fierce, chaotic and intense.

The two hills rise like horns, and there is a flat land in the middle.

The Turks were divided into two places, so that if one side was attacked, the other would be prepared.

The defeated army of the Sui Dynasty rushed down the hillside and rushed towards the last hill.

Arrows rained down like rain, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Whoosh!!"

A sharp arrow passed by Li Pingan's ear.

It's just that the man behind him was not as good as Li Ping'an, and he was shot straight.

There were shrill screams one after another, some people fell down, some rolled over, but no one stopped.

Because stop now, what awaits them is death.

Only by rushing forward, can we have a way out.

The rain of arrows only temporarily delayed the rushing crowd.

Some of the broken soldiers raised their shields, and some raised their armor as protection.

It's just that the Turkic arrow rain is too dense.

It was as if what was coming was a wall, so dark and insurmountable.

"It's the arrow array of the Turks!!"

Someone yelled.

There was a look of despair on everyone's face.

Li Pingan spread out his palm, revealing half of the rice paper, with a word "Feng" written on it.

Zhao Mu and others also followed Li Pingan's instructions and took out the word "wind" that Li Pingan had given them in advance.

Li Pingan took a deep breath and spit out every single word.

"Wind blows!"

Loud.

The wind blew from behind, from the gradually dissipating gunpowder smoke, with the smell of white bones and iron blood, the sound of horseshoes and the sound of fighting with knives and guns.

The flying snow rolled up all over the sky, hitting people's faces, shields, and armor rivets.

Make a crackling sound,

"boom--!!"

A large open space was plowed on the snow-capped ground, and the snow was blown everywhere by the wind, and even a few trees were blown off in the middle.

The dense arrow rain dissipated his figure in the strong wind.

"Come on! Go home."

At this moment, this group of soldiers who fought desperately showed a kind of indomitable spirit, which is a kind of tragic spirit.

Over the gullies, ravines and obstacles, into the enemy line.

Under the snowy night, they were greeted by extremely brave Turkic soldiers.

The moonlight shone on their armor, reflecting cold light, making people shudder.

The Turks thought they were coming to charge the camp, so they fought extraordinarily bravely.

However, in reality, these people just wanted to break out of the enemy's encirclement and return to Tai Sui's army.

Although there were a large number of rout soldiers, they traveled long distances and fled in rout.

Naturally, their combat power cannot be compared with the Turkic people who are waiting for work, and even most of the weapons in their hands are still picked up.

So Li Pingan didn't want to take them to annihilate the enemy from the beginning, but to rush out.

It's just that things are planned, and sometimes accidents happen.

For example, at this moment, the resistance of the Turks exceeded expectations.

And the combat effectiveness of this group of defeated soldiers when they were dying also exceeded their expectations.

Because everyone understands that rushing out is their only hope.

Among the defeated soldiers there are many powerful fighters. Although one cannot fight a hundred, one can still fight ten.

Li Pingan holds a stick knife in his hand, and the tip of his nose is filled with the smell of blood and snow

Blood streaked across the blade, soaking through the snowy night and staining the sea of ​​blood red.

This night is destined to be restless.