Cangyun [Sword Net Three]

Amu Khan was decapitated by Wu Lang to show the public, and the Beirong group was furious. In the days that followed, whether it was a small-scale fight or a frontal confrontation with a large army, Wu Lang would be besieged by the most people.Bei Rong seemed to have made up his mind that he wanted Wu Lang's life.

Even if Wu Lang has three heads and six arms, it is difficult for him to fight against the long knives and arrows attacking from all directions. The black gold Xuanjia is an imperishable imperial weapon, and it is also scarred from day after day in the attacks of swords and arrows.Fortunately, there have been no pierced wounds so far.At most it was exhaustion.

The battles again and again seemed to let Bei Rong figure out the weakness of the shield wall, which was slow and unable to change formation quickly.If the one-word shield wall is maintained all the time, although it is difficult for the Beirong army to attack the soldiers protected by the shield wall, the attack power of the Xuanjia army will be greatly reduced.Even though the protection line of the shield wall is wide, it is also weak. If one person can't break through, then three or five people can work together!

In this way, the Beirong cavalry then deployed a formation of sharp knives in an attempt to tear a hole in the turtle shell by breaking through a point of the shield wall.

Unexpectedly, as soon as the sharp knife formation came out, the shield soldiers suddenly changed formation under Wu Lang's command, and the wall line began to shrink rapidly, layer upon layer, and rushed straight towards the sharp knife cavalry.The two sides collided, and the cavalry formation was scattered in all directions, and the Beirong cavalry who fell off their horses died tragically on the spot under the trample of countless shield soldiers.The Xuanjia Army's line instantly pushed forward hundreds of meters.

However, the Xuanjia shield formation has one of the most obvious and easy-to-attack shortcomings, and that is Wu Lang himself.

The shield formation can defend and attack, and it is the most troublesome formation for all melee soldiers in this cold weapon era.However, it is undeniable that the shield soldiers are not only surprisingly heavy, but because their vision is completely obscured after holding double shields, they are slow to react and cannot change independently.All formation changes require Wu Lang to be aware of the opportunities on the battlefield and make command orders that can be seen by all soldiers.Although Wu Lang himself noticed the problem in the previous training, he asked the shield soldiers to form a squad of four people, a group for every four squads, a platoon for every four groups, and a company for every four rows. The commanders of the various echelons, so that on the battlefield, only the company commanders of each company need to know Wu Lang's order to change formation, and they can pass it on from level to level.Of course, the price to pay is that each change requires more time for the soldiers to react.

Therefore, if Wu Lang didn't make a command in time, or because he was surrounded by a crowd and couldn't concentrate on commanding, the shield formation would be almost useless.

Therefore, in many cases, the Xuanjia army did not get much cheap.

But as long as Wu Lang survives, the Xuanjia Army will survive!

The armies of the two sides had been stalemate outside Musong City for more than half a month. The soldiers fought less and less, and the more they fought, the more exhausted they became.The supply of medicines and food is also about to be cut off. Compared with the Beirong Army that has been continuously providing supplies from Musong City, the Xuanjia Army, which is running out of ammunition and food, wants to launch an attack now, or it will be a last-ditch fight.

When he set off from Guangze City, he had 10 Xuanjia soldiers, plus Xue Tang's Shenji Battalion who came later, there were [-] soldiers at full strength.Today, there are no more than [-] people who can still take up arms and go to the battlefield.

For Wu Lang, sitting on the rocks in the camp in the middle of the night, the north wind was blowing like a wolf howling.Listening to the sound of wounded soldiers tossing and turning in the wounded shed because of the cold and pain, unable to fall asleep, thinking about the soldiers brought out from Dongchang Mountain since then, now they are dying and injured, it is impossible not to feel sad.

However, Wu Lang had already foreseen the current situation from the very beginning when he shouldered the burden of attracting Beirong's firepower head-on.This is destined to be a cannon fodder role.He even wondered if he had become a bare commander when Yang Jichuan's reinforcements arrived, and he couldn't tell whether the corpse he was stepping on was a Beirong soldier or his own Xuanjia army.

"You are here, I have been looking for you for a long time."

Wu Lang turned his head, only to see Xue Tang walking over in a hurry, regardless of the injury on his leg.Wu Lang got up and walked over, "Why, do you want to be in a wheelchair for the rest of your life? What's in your hand." Wu Lang's eyes fell on the white paper in Xue Tang's left hand.

Xue Tang said anxiously: "The fast letter from Guangze City, the Northern Army Army has indeed gone to attack the city! But now only the Xiaoguo Battalion and the Second Battalion of the Black Forbidden Battalion are guarding the city..."

Wu Lang snatched the paper and looked at it carefully by the light of the bonfire. Gu Shan didn't know if he was scared out of his wits.It's nothing more than Guangze City is in a hurry, so let them rush back to help!After reading it, Wu Lang immediately threw the paper into the bonfire, frowned and asked, "Who else knows about this?"

Xue Tang: "You and I."

Wu Lang nodded: "Very good, now you have to tell Wan Jing in the rear immediately, tell him to bring the whole Baishui battalion to join us immediately, and after the soldiers are assembled, we will carry out a real siege operation against Musong City. In addition, write a book to Gu Shan and Bai Kesheng, and tell them that we will not return aid."

Xue Tang opened his eyes wide: "What! Don't return aid? What should we do if Guangze City is captured?"

Wu Lang pursed his lips and looked around at the dark night, and said, "Then let Gu Shan and Bai Kesheng stick to it! Do you know what it means to stick to it! Male soldiers are forced to guard the city and use all available resources. Gu Shan and Bai Kesheng have been doing it for more than ten years. Captain, don’t tell me that even the Northern Army can’t hold back for a day! Then why don’t the two of them commit suicide on the city wall! A bunch of useless snacks, are the soldiers under him for his retreat? If Guangze If the city is lost tomorrow, they will be sinners through the ages."

Xue Tang opened his mouth slightly, speechless, and it took a while to recover from Wu Lang's growl, "But..."

Wu Lang immediately waved his hand: "It's nothing to worry about. If my guess is correct, the spies from Beirong must be spying on our movements now. If we return to help now, their cavalry will definitely chase us all night and catch us all. What do you think? Can we outrun them on two legs with our heavy siege vehicles and catapults? When the time comes, let alone return to aid, our entire army will be wiped out halfway. For now, it’s just a comparison with Bei Rong Compare, who can attack the city faster!"

Xue Tang fell silent and nodded slightly, as if he was persuaded by Wu Lang.

"I'm going to write a letter now."

"Well, the stricter the wording for Gu Shan, the better." Wu Lang paused, and continued, "Xue Tang, don't worry, even if you don't believe me, you still have to trust the general. He won't let us down."

Xue Tang turned around, with an angry expression on his face: "When did I say that I don't believe you, of course, I definitely believe in the general! You don't need to say more!"

Wu Lang suddenly showed an expression of enlightenment: "Oh, so you also think I'm good."

Xue Tang simply ignored Wu Lang and left.

When Xue Tang's figure was covered by the curtain of the military tent, Wu Lang's expression turned serious.He raised his hand to touch his heart, and could feel how fast it was beating.

After all, he is also afraid.People are like this, no matter how full of words they say, they still have concerns in their hearts, not afraid of ten thousand but just in case.

This is not offense and defense. If you lose this week, you can regain the field next week.

If you lose, you lose, and you have to bear the wealth and lives of tens of thousands of soldiers.

Two days later, Wan Jing led Baishuiying to join the army.Wu Lang invited Xue Tang and Wan Jing to discuss the final siege strategy.

When leaving the camp, Wu Lang ordered the soldiers to burn all the tents in the camp and distribute the food equally to all the soldiers.This is already telling everyone that we have no way out, we must either attack Musong City or die on the battlefield.

At this very moment, it was time to fight to the death.

How many people know that they have little hope of surviving, and their faces are sad.

In this last battle, the characters who came out to fight the Northern Army Army were unexpected.

The man was tall, wearing exquisite soft armor, the gold rings on his neck and wrists, and the headband inlaid with gems all showed his aristocratic status.On the face is wearing a golden mask, only revealing the sharp eyes, which attracts people's daydream.

Without thinking too much, it must be the Beibei coach Tan Taiming who has never shown up.

Want to emulate King Lanling's feelings?I just don't know whether this Tan Taiming is frighteningly beautiful or ugly.

With such teasing, Wu Lang's originally tense mood relaxed, but he still had some leisure time to think about Tan Taiming's appearance.

It's a pity that Tan Taiming didn't intend to challenge Wu Lang at all, otherwise Wu Lang really wanted to chop off the noble prince's head in front of the Bei Rong army.

Today, dark clouds covered the sun and it was snowing lightly.

The sound of the charging horn sounded in the lonely wasteland, which was thick and solemn.

With the sound of clanging armor, the soldiers broke into a mess.

In the end, there is no strategy or formation anymore, go ahead, kill, don't back down, don't be afraid, and rush to your enemies.If you have to die in this foreign land, then you have to pull a few enemy troops to back you up!

With this attitude of seeing death as home, no matter whether it is the Xuanjia Army, the Shenji Camp, or the Baishui Camp, they have already started fighting desperately.

If my hand is broken, I still have my feet. If my feet are gone, I still have my mouth. As long as I have one breath left, I can use my body to trip over a horse's legs.

Because we have no way out, and behind us are countless innocent family members and friends.Our chief is still at the forefront, and our brother is still holding a knife and has not fallen.Our flag is still flying!

Wu Lang waved the Mo Dao numbly in his hand. Even he himself didn't know how many times he had swung the sword. He only knew that if he stopped, countless Beirong soldiers would surround him.He clenched the handle of the knife with both hands, and spun around suddenly. The four northern soldiers who rushed up to surround him suddenly collapsed, but he himself swayed out of strength before barely standing still.

He was covered in blood, and the donated blood slowly flowed from his forehead, flowed through his eye sockets, and slid down his jaw along his jawbone.

Suddenly a flying arrow shot over, he blinked his eyes, swung his knife to cut off the arrow, but squinted his eyes because of the blood and missed the track, the sharp arrow brushed against his neck with howling wind.When Wu Lang touched his neck, his entire gauntlet was stained red.

"Commander!" Song Song came galloping from a distance and shouted.

"What are you shouting about, I'm not dead yet!"

"Wu Lang, your Guangze City has been captured by our Bei Rong, and you still have to fight to the death? If you lead the heads of the crowd, I will promise you a high-ranking official!" Tan Taiming suddenly shouted in the crowd, The Guangze soldiers who were still fighting were all stunned for a moment, and Bei Rong attacked and killed countless people for a moment of negligence.

Standing among the dead people, Wu Lang laughed loudly.

"Hahahahaha, I know how scheming the Ninth Prince of Beirong is, it turned out that he was just talking nonsense to disturb the morale of the army. I have General Langqi in Guangze City, and Lizi dares to jump? Wait until I kill you a piece of armor If you don’t stay, you will know whose city has changed hands! Want me to surrender? You first ask my soldiers if they agree!”

"Okay, I admired your bravery and skill in fighting, and wanted to recruit you into the account. Since you don't know what to do, I won't let you continue to make trouble!"

Tan Taiming said sharply, and immediately led Bei Rong's elite cavalry to surround Wu Lang.

"You were not so stubborn before."

Wu Lang stood in front of him, and said coldly: "I don't understand what you are talking about, the Ninth Prince is so generous to kill me, so there is no need to talk nonsense."

"I don't want you to be buried here, let me ask you again..."

"Tantaiming, why bother to be hypocritical? You don't want my life, but I really want yours. In this way, you can die under my knife with peace of mind!"

As soon as Wu Lang finished speaking, before he flew up, the Bei Rong cavalry who heard that Wu Lang was going to threaten Tan Taiming's life had already gathered and attacked, and cut down densely with long knives, the light of the knives interweaved a dense net, and Wu Lang's net was in the center .

"Five masters!"

"Commander!"

"Dutong!"

Everyone thought that Wu Lang would surely die, but who knew that the knives cut by those cavalrymen suddenly flew up and slashed at him, and a circle of cavalrymen sprayed blood and fell off their horses.Wu Lang stood with his shield on his back, a mouthful of blood spilled from the corner of his lips.

The weird scene stunned everyone on the battlefield,

But Wu Lang remained motionless, with the hand holding the knife hanging by his side, as if dead.

At this time, the sound of horseshoes trampling heaven and earth suddenly sounded in the distance, raising dust and dust all over the sky.And in the place where the wind and smoke rose, countless blood flags flying in the sky were clearly flying.

The silver-armored cavalry surged like a sea, and the leading silver-armored general pulled out his spear on his back, pointed at the sky, and said, "Attack!"

"It's the general! The general is here to save us!"

"Brothers, kill and avenge Fifth Lord!"

"Kill all these Northern Rong barbarians!"

"Revenge for the leader!"

"Revenge for the leader!"

"Revenge for the leader—!"

Yang Jichuan's [-]-day cavalry arrived at a critical moment, but the soldiers of the Xuanjia Army had already burst into tears.

The situation on the battlefield changed suddenly, and Tan Taiming, who originally wanted to take away Wu Lang's body, had to flee in embarrassment under the mighty Tiance cavalry chasing and intercepting him.However, when he wanted to retreat from the gate of Musong City, he found that the cavalry galloping out of the gate were of the same line as the troops chasing them!

Looking up again, the original wolf head flag on the wall of Musong City has become a scarlet blood flag.

Tan Taiming glared at Yang Jichuan viciously, when!What time is it!

"Prince, I know that there is a way to bypass Musong City and return to Beirong. Please hurry up, prince!"

"Yang Jichuan! I, Tantai Ming, are at odds with you!"

"Prince, let's go, I will protect you humblely."

Tan Taiming turned his head resolutely, and rode his horse away unwillingly.

Yang Jichuan was far from the joy of successfully capturing the city. The blood-stained general in black armor stood motionless in the center of the crowd, his face was ashamed, and the scarred soldiers knelt in front of him, weeping bitterly.

Yang Jichuan still remembered Wu Lang's back without looking back when he left Guangze City, his swaying white feathers, and some icy golden diamond earrings under the winter sun.

Impossible, they finally met in this different world, and they shouldn't be separated just like that.

Yang Jichuan didn't believe that Wu Lang died just like that, this man is a genius, how could he just die like this!

General Lang Qi, who was always calm and used to seeing life and death on the battlefield, passed through the wailing crowd and walked to Wu Lang in a daze.He felt a little cold in his heart, and felt a little hot in his eyes.He stretched out his hand to wipe off the blood on Wu Lang's face, but Wu Lang suddenly fell on top of him, leading him to stagger back two steps.

"Cough cough cough cough."

Yang Jichuan hugged Wu Lang who was still coughing violently in a daze, only to hear the man curse weakly.

"Weeping, I'm not dead, not dead yet! Who dares to curse me to death!"

After scolding, he leaned into Yang Jichuan's arms to pant, and whispered in Yang Jichuan's ear: "Fuck me, Dunli actually has side effects. This group of waste snacks just watched me standing there pretending to be a dead body, and didn't know to come here." Wake me up."

Yang Jichuan let out a long breath, and put his arms around Wu Lang's back.

"I told Tantai Ming that you were defending the city in Guangze, but you came here on the back. It really slapped me in the face."

Yang Jichuan glanced at Wu Lang in a daze, and asked, "Huh?"

Wu Lang snorted and laughed until his wounds hurt all over his body, "Everyone says you are wise and powerful, why do I think you are a fool." Taking a breath, Wu Lang completely pressed his body into Yang Jichuan's arms, and slowly closed his eyes.

"It's too late, Chuan'er."