Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

Tribal disputes and constant wars in the grassland, Iron Buddha is the most frightening ghost.

Xixia's iron kite was far more elite than the Liao people. They fought against Futuyin, but they retreated layer by layer and lost Shuozhou City, which they had robbed from the Central Plains.

The most elite iron stupa is supported by a kidnapper horse, no matter what the situation is, they will fight to the death with life and death.The army of ten thousand people in the Central Plains was caught off guard in the past, and was defeated by a battle of more than a hundred iron stupas.

……

But in front of him, a second Iron Buddha came out.

Mr. Hu stood on the top of the wall, a biting chill hit his back, enveloping his lungs and seeping through his limbs and bones.

King Xiang never completely believed in the Pang family.

At this time, the city gate of Yunzhou was still open, if the city gate was closed immediately, the second iron pagoda would naturally retreat back to the city.

According to the plan, without spending a single soldier, they waited coldly for the Shuofang army to be cut off and dragged to death outside the city.

If the city is not shut down, the two iron pagodas will be able to penetrate the Shuofang army's formation, enter the city gate, and break through Yunzhou City in one fell swoop.

A mortal situation.

In front of the wide-open Yingzhou city gate, the sound of fighting suddenly slowed down, and the originally endless warring parties gradually stopped at the same time, and the battlefield faintly fell silent.

The Shuofang army guarded in front of Yunzhou City, the lone remnants of the army, facing the two powerful iron cavalry on the front and the flanks, waiting for work.

The cold wind is precipitous, and the faint blood flow diffuses, making it bitingly cold.

"Don't you have eyes?!"

The acting prefect Pang Jue brought people here after hearing the news, his face was pale, and he almost lost his foot when he went up to the top of the city: "Hurry up, close the city gate now..."

This fatal news cannot be delayed, scouts have already rushed into the city to report the news.A cold sharp knife plunged into the beaming prefect's mansion, waking up Pang Ha, who was lying in a daydream full of joy.

"Quickly close the city gate! Close the city gate..."

Pang Jue's voice was a little hoarse. He was in a hurry to go to the top of the city, but he was afraid that the people under the city would be shot, so he rolled up almost in a state of embarrassment: "If the enemy army breaks the city, who will bear the heinous crime?! Hurry up!" ..."

"Come on."

Xiao Shuo: "Help Prefect Pang stand firm."

Pang He asked someone to support him to stand still, raised his head and was about to scold angrily, but suddenly his eyes widened.

When he heard the news, his first reaction was to look for the two distinguished guests in the main room, but unexpectedly, the door was closed and he couldn't see any of them.

Taking a little chance, Pang Xia guessed that the two nobles probably had something to do and had just left the city.Unexpectedly, on the top of the city at this time, he saw the military officer in black who didn't know whether he was the bodyguard department or the palace department.

The high-ranking military officers of the Forbidden Army in the capital, even if they are only the Marquis of Duyu and the commanders, are definitely not the ones that the governor of the prefect can command and order.

Pang Jue's expression changed several times, his heart was frightened, he restrained himself and bowed and said, "My lord..."

Pang He tried his best to glance at the crowd, feeling increasingly uneasy, and said in a low voice, "Young... where is Young Master?"

"Not in Yunzhou City."

Xiao Shuo said, "Go borrow soldiers."

"well."

Pang Jue breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words "Not in Yunzhou City", and was about to speak when he suddenly hit the head with the words "Not in Yunzhou City" and stood there stunned.

Xiao Shuo lowered his eyes, and slowly pressed the hard sword handle on his waist.

Yun Lang was far more sensitive than everyone else, he would not have thought of this arrangement until now, and if he didn't show up until now, he was undoubtedly looking for a way to break the situation.

The battlefield is in the vast pastures under the Chile River, and the right time and place are all on the Jinren's side.There are no rocks, no narrow passes, no narrow mountain roads, and the cavalry rushed to kill people easily.

Only relying on the crippled Shuofang army, even if everyone tried their best to kill each other, it was impossible to win the two iron Buddhas that were attacking.

In the current situation, the only way to break the situation...is to call in reinforcements.

Pang Zhi's liver and gallbladder were torn apart, his face was completely pale: "Young master, how can you borrow soldiers yourself?!"

He is the acting prefect of Yunzhou City, if Yunzhou City is lost, he will certainly suffer, but if the nobleman is not in Yunzhou City, even losing his head may not be enough.

Pang Jue was so trembling that he couldn't stand still, he was sweating and tremblingly said: "Young master, the nobleman of the Tian family, how expensive is he, how can he be in danger..."

"The nobles of the heavenly family, the bells are ringing and the tripod is eaten, and they are supported by the living people."

Xiao Shuo said calmly: "When the fire of war breaks out, the people should be protected."

Pang Xia was stunned, stared at him blankly, muttered for a while, but couldn't make a sound.

Under the city, the golden soldiers have slowly spread out.

The long-distance looting heavy cavalry did not have an advantage in physical strength. The Tiefutu, who was blocked by the Shuofang army, only armed with ordinary weapons, killing with knives, guns, swords and axes.

Everyone in Yingcheng, who is waiting for work at ease, is equipped with heavy lances and maces. As long as they rush to kill, they can penetrate the Shuofang army and kill them in front of the gate of Yunzhou city.

"Guancheng! Guancheng!"

Pang Jue was completely terrified: "If Yunzhou City is lost, can you afford to wait?! Hutu, I know you are Yan Li's former army, and you have always been closely associated with the Shuofang Army. The Japanese officials will turn a blind eye to you , but today I cannot allow you to act recklessly..."

"Prefect Pang."

Mr. Hu said coldly: "Do you think that Yunzhou City will not be lost if the city gate is closed today?"

Pang Xia shuddered and froze on the spot.

"Shuozhou is in the hands of the Jinren, and now Yingcheng has completely defected, and Yunzhou has completely become an isolated city. Do you think these two iron Buddhas are only here for the Shuofang army?"

"King Xiang is acting now, and has sent Yunzhou City as a sacrifice to the mouth of the Jinren!"

Mr. Hu stared at him closely: "There is no Shuofang army anymore, what do you use to defend the city? Do you use the silk, satin, gold and silver treasures you looted?!"

Pang He asked him so much that he couldn't speak, he was at a loss for a while, his legs went limp, and he fell to the ground.

There was a dead silence at the top of the city, the wind was whimpering, and the danger of death was approaching. Tiefutu stepped forward step by step, stepping into the reddish-brown blood soil left by the previous fierce battle.

Behind Pang Jue, the master who followed said in a low voice: "Young master, which family of soldiers did you borrow?"

Xiao Shuo: "The current situation, only Huanzhou can save it."

"Huanzhou can't."

The master smiled wryly: "Han Zhong, the envoy of Huanzhou Jiedu, was relegated by party disputes in the past, Mingzhe protected himself and closed the door to thank guests, and swore that he would never speak up in this life."

Mr. Hu frowned, staring closely at the impending battle in the city.

"The current situation... It's okay to cut off the tail to survive."

The master said: "There is no battle at this time, and it is the Jin people who are measuring our army's combat strength. Once the war starts, the gate of Yunzhou City can only be closed a moment later. If... If Shuofang Army can split part of it and swear to stop it, the rest Then there is still a chance to return to the city.”

The master said in a low voice: "In this way, although those who resist the enemy's attack will undoubtedly die, most of them can be saved..."

Mr. Hu's eyes were almost bloodshot, and he was about to speak, when the drums of war suddenly sounded from the city.

Mr. Hu's face changed suddenly, and he rushed to the edge of the city.

The coach, who was originally protected by the airtight, slowly moved forward amidst the fierce drums of the battle.

Standing on the sidelines of the battle, with the commander on the front horse as the tip of the awl, the two wings were folded back in a wild goose shape, and they lined up silently, protecting the exhausted comrades who were scarred and exhausted behind them.

Mr. Hu was trembling, holding on to the cold and hard blue-striped stone bricks tightly, a layer of blood dripping from his fingertips.

"The front team acts as the rear, and the rear army enters the city!"

Under the city, Yue Qu reined in his horse and did not look back: "Bai Yuan!"

Except for a few people, almost no one knows the whereabouts of the captain of Qingche in the Shuofang army.Hearing this name at this time, everyone was astonished and stared at the figures in the city.

Inside the city gate, the young Bai Ling was about to go out of the city to kill the enemy with a dagger in his mouth, but was stopped by the city guards.

He called countless pairs of arms to stop him, and when he heard this shout from afar, he suddenly trembled violently, and raised his head in disbelief.

Mr. Hu stood at the top of the wall, closed his eyes forcefully, and said in a low voice, "Shuai Yue..."

"I know that you, a bookworm, have always been indecisive. Now, don't let me look down on you!"

Yue Qu picked up the long lance and laughed loudly: "Close the city gate!"

The facial features of the commander-in-chief of Jin Bing are hidden under the long eaves of the heavy iron pocket. He raises his long knife towards the sky and slowly draws it forward.

"gentlemen!"

Bailing cried bitterly, struggling desperately and shouting, "You can't close the city gate! That's the Shuofang army! I beg you—father..."

Shuofang's army was still silent, no matter who stayed behind or retreated into the city, they didn't say a word, and their movements were silent and neat.

The teenager's cry was sharp: "Let go of me, let me kill the enemy! I'm not afraid of death! Let me go too, I don't want to live like this..."

The guards of the city gate gritted their teeth and held him firmly.

Bai Ling bit the arm in front of him, took advantage of the pain of the opponent to stop, twisted his body and got out, grabbed the dagger and was about to rush out of the city.

A hand rests on his shoulder.

Bai Ling's eyes were red, and he said in a hoarse voice, "Go away! Coward—"

Xiao Shuo glanced at him, did not speak, got on his horse, and made way for the Shuofang army who filed into the city.

Scar had changed back into the light cavalry uniform, picked up the boy, shook it, and threw it back to the guards at the city gate. He grinned and smacked the palm of his hand to hold the waist knife tightly.

"No one is a coward."

Jing Jian touched the top of his hair: "It's just that you don't deserve to die."

It is not possible for everyone to die, and people must be left to fight again, until Yanyun is completely recovered, Yinshan is recaptured, and the pass is reconnected into a barrier of copper and iron.

You can be comrades in the same robe, don't throw it away lightly.

The mighty Iron Buddha Tu and the Shuofang army mingled together, and the sound of shouting and killing mixed with the sound of war drums shook the sky violently.

Shuofang's army followed the main general, Yue Qu, who was brave enough to rush straight into the army of Tiefutu who was crushing the city.

The Iron Buddha in Yingcheng followed suit. This terrifying armored cavalry was unbelievably ferocious. Even if the front row fell off their horses, the rear row rumbled past, carrying the wind and thunder, and crushed the Shuofang infantry who were fighting to the death.

Yue Qu completely let go of his front and back defenses, and the long spear in his hand slashed fiercely without any scruples, slashing and drinking blood.The Shuofang soldiers fought to the death, one fell down, and immediately two or three others risked their lives to fill them up.

"Yue Qu."

The head coach of Jin Bing reined in his horse and stared at the murderous general with a cold light in his eagle eyes: "He hasn't been in battle for many years."

"It's been many years."

The Han military adviser beside him said: "I don't want to be more brave than the past..."

"Brave and courageous?" The head coach of Jin Bing shook his head, "Using your Central Plains saying, this is a heart full of grief and indignation, a jade pot with a heart of ice."

"You Han people are fighting among themselves. After so many years, you are still fighting among yourself. Warriors die in conspiracy, and cowards destroy the Great Wall."

The military division was silent.

"A mighty man, but don't let him live."

The head coach of Jin Bing watched for a while, and said to the strong crossbowman beside him, "Kill him, wrap him in the best tiger skin, and bring him back to the Qilian Mountain Sky Burial."

The strong crossbowmen responded and aimed at the god-killing Yue Qu from a distance.

Yue Qu killed one Tie Futu horizontally, and was about to kill another one, when he suddenly heard the anxious shouts of his own soldiers.When he looked back, his eyes froze suddenly, and he tried his best to turn back and miss the Wolf's Poison Arrow, but it was still a bit late.

The wolf poison arrow pierced through the armor, Yue Qu's body trembled, his shoulder blades swelled in pain, and he fell under the horse.

Black blood gurgled out.

"Shuai Yue!"

The soldiers' eyes were tearing apart, and they rushed desperately, trying to go to the rescue, but they were firmly blocked by the golden soldiers in front of them.

The head coach of Jin Bing narrowed his eyes, raised his hand and said, "One more arrow, send him—"

Before he finished speaking, the fierce shouting and killing again caused him to frown and turn his head to look over.

Hussar.

The light cavalry of the Central Plains.

Shuofang's army has always cherished these light cavalry, and would rather die than move lightly.In the eyes of the cavalry on the grassland, these thin cavalry with worn-out horses were hardly worth looking at, but the light cavalry who left the city at this time did not dodge or evade, and went straight to the gate of Yingcheng that had not yet been closed.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Yue Qu's personal soldiers rushed forward with all their lives, firmly protecting the general, and dodged behind the swords and weapons.

"Are they going to take Yingcheng?"

Beside the head coach of Jin Bing, a side general was stunned: "How to win it, the Central Plains people are crazy?!"

The head coach of Jin Bing narrowed his eyes and said slowly: "No."

There are only a few hundred light cavalry, and the number of them is not even a thousand. Not to mention that they cannot be nailed into Yingzhou City, even if they are really nailed in, they will be directly submerged by the Iron Buddha who returned to rescue them.

……

But as long as they attack the city, Tie Futu is destined to return to the rescue.

If you return to the rescue, the two sides can't join forces and strangle Shuofang's army.

"But how long can this last?"

Pianjiang frowned: "It's just procrastinating. In the end, it's not like I can't solve the problem on this side, and I have to get in on the other side..."

The head coach of Jin Bing obviously didn't think through this matter, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked at the Central Plains general who led his troops straight to Yingcheng.

raw faces.

Do the Central Plains have reinforcements?

……

Where will there be reinforcements.

"Drinking poison to quench thirst."

The commander-in-chief of Jin Bing looked at the Tie Futu who had returned to help, and said slowly: "This is the national defense cavalry, our most elite core force, this group of light cavalry will not last long before they will be completely wiped out."

"It's just that we can't win immediately. We already have an absolute chance of winning, so don't worry."

The commander-in-chief of Jin Bing said: "Since they are dying, we will tell them to die more clearly. In the next life, don't cast themselves in the Central Plains and become enemies with us."

The shouts of killing became more intense, the blood was flying, and the sun was gradually setting.

The cold wind whimpered, echoed the sound of the horn, rolled up the hairpin tassels in the gradually dimming sky, and rolled up the flag that was burned to pieces by the war.

After many years, the iron cavalry in the north finally met the desperate Shuofang army again.

The blood was so stained that the color of the battle robe could not be seen, but he still charged forward bravely without fear of death.This kind of blood is different from the ferocity of nomadic tribes, and different from the greed of plundering iron hooves. It is the sharpest cold iron blade forced out before the motherland that cannot be retreated.

No one wants to fight, the poor bone beside the Wuding River, the general with white hair and tears... No one wants to fight.

Three thousand miles of homeland, eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers.

Northern Xinjiang recruits soldiers every year, refugees join the army, and remnant soldiers die for the country.

No one begged for mercy, no one stole life.

No one wants to fight a war!

Yue Qu woke up in the arms of his own soldiers. Hearing the sound of fighting in his ears, his eyes were still full of fighting spirit. He stretched out his hand and said, "Ma Qian."

"Shuai Yue!"

The soldier hugged his blood-stained long spear tightly, and begged in a low voice: "Take a break, wait a little longer..."

Yue Qu asked: "What are you waiting for?"

The guard shuddered and fell silent.

No matter how brave Shuofang's army was, they could only resist to the death in the face of the continuous iron Buddha.

They can only do their best to kill some more enemies for the brothers who have entered the city, and kill some more enemies, so that when the next battle comes, the brothers can have more hope of surviving.

Live and see the day when reinforcements come, or die on the borders you defend.

Yue Qu took the long spear, propped it on the ground, took a deep breath and slowly stood up straight.

The Jin people have lost their patience, and the next charge will completely reap their lives.

"Follow me to charge, follow me to die."

Yue Qu said slowly: "The order—"

Before he finished speaking, the general who led Tiefutu to strangle Shuofang's army suddenly paused and fell down without a sound.

A long arrow with a white feather pierced through the iron armor and was firmly nailed to the general's neck.

Yue Qu's eyes trembled fiercely, and he took a step forward.

Second arrow, third arrow.

The archer shoots while riding the horse at high speed, each arrow cannot find its original trajectory, only the brilliant white tail feathers like shooting stars under the sun can be seen.

One arrow wins one general.

After the three arrows passed, Tie Futu lost the direction led by the general, and was stunned on the wide grassland soaked in blood.

"not good!"

Beside the head coach of Jin Bing, the general lost his voice and said: "There is a carving shooter on the opposite side—"

"Where did the Han people get the eagle archers?"

The commander-in-chief of Jin Bing looked at the military adviser at the side, and said in a deep voice, "You never said that there are such fierce generals in the Central Plains."

The military division frowned and was a little confused: "There shouldn't be..."

"That's it."

The head coach of Jin Bing didn't want to say more to him: "No matter how brave the general is, no one is useless in such a situation."

Three arrows can take three generals from him, but he still has thirty, three hundred.

Everyone in Tiefutu is free to fight, as long as there is no army of equal strength to come to help, even the most brave general will die in such endless strangulation.

As long as there is no army rushing to help.

……

The head coach of Jin Bing's thoughts changed suddenly, and he suddenly remembered the unreasonable delay of the Central Plains army just now.

Why delay?

Who is waiting for time delay, who will come?

The infighting in the Central Plains, the cowardly Central Plains people, the befuddled Central Plains court... Is what the ambitious and disgusting King Xiang told them true?

If it is all true, what drove these people far to the bitterly cold northern border?

Recalling the old events of Xixia not long ago, Jin Bing's commander raised his eyebrows fiercely, suddenly got on his horse, and urged the horse forward for a few feet.

Amidst the billowing smoke and dust, the ground trembled slightly.

Countless Central Plains soldiers!

Coming from the direction of Huanzhou, the mighty Zhenrong army followed behind a general with thin helmets and light armor, and pressed towards the exhausted battle situation.

The sun was bright and white, reflected behind the general, he couldn't see his face clearly, he could only see the mulberry wood snow bow with rustling white cloud pattern.

It's hard to see exactly what scale the reinforcements are, the reinforcements are well-organized and the flags are flying.

Countless people, countless arrows.After rushing hundreds of miles non-stop to help, finally it was too late, and finally arrived, and they continued to line up neatly to protect Yunzhou City and the rear of the Shuofang Army.

The roar of war drums, the sound of horns suppressed the clouds, and swayed down the Chile River.

The iron sword in the sergeant's hand hit the shield heavily, and every time he took a step, his shouts soared into the sky.

The general reined in his horse and bowed into a full moon.

The sharp point of the arrow pierced through the battle situation, pierced through the blood, and nailed the Jin Bing coach's forehead from afar.