The Book of Troubled Times

  Chapter 289 Firewood

  The city walls quickly turned into meat grinders.

  Yesterday’s corpses didn’t have time to clean up, and today there are new ones.

  There is a gap in the city wall, but it really doesn't mean that it can't be defended, but there are fewer tactics that can be used, and more hard power and courage are needed.

   No matter how many people are on the other side, how many can squeeze into the gap at the same time?

  The weather is getting colder and colder, and the snow is getting bigger and bigger every day. As long as the snow comes completely, the barbarians will retreat. They are also flesh and blood, and they also have tribal families, so it is impossible to stir up endless things here.

  With this cognition, there is boundless courage.

  No matter how exhausted you are, no matter how you run out of ammunition and food, there is still hope.

  Huangfu Yong first personally put the gun on the mouth, pierced the two barbarian warriors with a spear, pierced through each other, and with a huge swing, the corpse slammed backwards, overturning the battle formation.

  Cui Yuanyong's sword is as light as practiced, guarding by Huangfu Yongxian's side, he can't help admiring it.

   I don’t know if I still have such divine power when I’m old.

  As the eldest son of a family, it was difficult for Cui Yuanyong earlier to embody the emotions of frontier soldiers, and it was also difficult to embody what Huangfu Yongxian was thinking. In his opinion, even if the barbarians enter the customs, most of them need to compromise with the Cui family, so as to quickly stabilize the world and sit in the country. When the time comes, as long as the flag changes, Qinghe Cui will still be Qinghe Cui.

  A dynasty of flowing water, a family of iron. Isn't the Huangfu's family the same? Why do you have to spell it like this...

  The emperor doesn't care? Isn't that great! There is no obstacle for us to be the emperor.

  He came here to help defend the border, but in fact it is more for the experience of the battle formation. He wants to be on the list. This is a good place for training.

  But after a few months, Cui Yuanyong experienced a subtle change in his heart.

The friends who were still laughing and drinking and swearing together yesterday are the bones on the city wall today; the subordinates who respectfully call themselves Mr. Cui and Commander Cui have changed one after another in the past few months, and their young faces are like a lantern. Rotate in front of you.

   There is a kind of numbness, life and death become very light.

  But there is also a kind of blood burning in my heart.

  It seems that my own blood has been poured with them in this Guancheng. Every brick here is not a brick, but flesh and blood. Friends, subordinates, and your own heart and soul.

   That is the heart that cannot be experienced through the experience of the rivers and lakes, the heart that dies with the city.

   I am here, Guancheng is here.

   Cui Yuanyong finally understood Huangfu Yongxian. Letting such a person give up is worse than killing him.

   Then don’t give up.

  Father said that there was nothing to be done, so he withdrew to Qinghe... Sorry, it can’t be done.

   "Dang!" Not far away, several spears poked at Situ Xiao's body, making the sound of gold and iron.

  Situ Xiao grinned, the epee swept across, and his head flew up.

  Cui Yuanyong is a little envious of this invulnerable horizontal training. It is too convenient in this kind of battle. Others have to wear armor, which is bulky and inconvenient.

  However, it can also overturn. It is easy to bully ordinary soldiers. Once the opponent is a master, it is easy to break.

   "Brother Situ, be careful!" Cui Yuanyong shot a lightning bolt, piercing a sneak attacker's throat with a sword.

  Situ smiled and turned his head and smiled: "Thank you. I didn't want to join the knight camp, but I didn't want to see the face of the family's 258000. I didn't expect you to be really good, better than Wang Zhaoling."

  Cui Yuanyong said helplessly: "When is it time to say this?"

   "What I mean by this is that if you withdraw, I won't laugh at you. Qinghe Cui's son, there is no reason to die here."

   "Why can't Qinghe Cui's direct son die here?" Cui Yuanyong asked very strangely: "The direct descendant of Shenhuangzong, does he want to leave?"

  Situ smiled and said: "We are just martial artists in the Jianghu, and we are drunk today when we have wine. There are too many people who can inherit the Shenhuangzong, and I am not one of them."

  Cui Yuanyong stabbed the enemy's throat with a sword, and said with a smile: "Coincidentally, I am too."

  Situ Xiao looked up to the sky and laughed loudly: "Then don't say bad words, we won't die."

  Damn it, who said the bad things first? Cui Yuanyong said unhappily: "Why do you think you won't die?"

  Situ smiled and said: "It's nothing, just blow your breath. Anyway, as long as you and I don't die this time, we will be on the list. I don't believe that Xue Canghai and his ilk have such experience."

   "Grass." Cui Yuanyong raised his head and looked at the endless sea of ​​people, thinking that he would really die.

  He suddenly had a thought: Zhao Changhe has been in the enemy's rear for so long, and he flashed the book of troubled times before, and then he fell silent. The intelligence network here has lost his whereabouts.

  Could it be dead already? Oh no, when Qianlong falls, the book of troubled times should also flash, if it doesn't flash, it doesn't die.

   I don't know what fish he is fishing for.

   I don't know which one is dead, I or Zhao Changhe, my sister will be more sad.

   "General!" Someone not far away hastily reported to Huangfu Yongxian: "There is smoke and dust in the northwest, and it seems that the war lion tribe is approaching."

  Huangfu Yong first took down a barbarian with a spear, his expression changed slightly: "Is it finally here..."

  The expressions of Cui Yuanyong and others who heard next to him were very ugly.

   Originally, there was still hope to make it to the snowy sky... But if this new force comes again, I'm afraid they really won't be able to withstand it...

  ...

   Hu Ren Jin Zhang.

  Timur stood behind the formation, overlooking the battle situation on the city wall.

   Xia Jun obviously ran out of ammunition and food. There was still boiling oil pouring down before, but now there is no oil, and it is carried purely by flesh and blood.

   But they couldn't get in either. For a veteran general like Huangfu Yongxian, there were almost no loopholes in his defense, which was harder than a tortoise. If it drags on for a few more days, the hearts of my own will also be scattered.

  Many subordinates and tribes didn't understand why they refused to do it themselves, and rushed in to pick off Huangfu Yongxian's head.

  But he knew it couldn't.

   It's not someone else's imagination that Xia Longyuan will be restrained. Timur knows if Xia Longyuan is still in the capital, so he won't teleport.

   It’s just that some openings can’t be opened... Today you can go into the battle to kill the general, and tomorrow Xia Longyuan will dare to kill whoever sees across the grassland, dyeing the entire grassland into a sea of ​​blood.

  How many people can't even catch Yue Hongling criss-crossing behind him, what if Xia Longyuan?

  At this level, everyone must follow a certain range of tacit agreement.

  Timur really admires the Maitreya Sect. Xia Longyuan would not talk to Maitreya about civil strife. How dare he... Even the Wang family dared not.

   As a result, Xia Longyuan really didn't move, which is strange.

  Timur's gaze was more focused on Cui Yuanyong, Situ Xiao and others, with a sigh in his eyes.

   The hidden dragon in Middle Earth is like this, and its vitality is not exhausted.

  Although there are actually very few people worthy of praise...there are some after all.

  As long as there is still, the anger will not dissipate.

   But it's a pity that they are few after all... A typical sign is that the city wall was blown out of the gap, and they couldn't stand it anymore.

  Timur observed for a long time, then raised his hand slightly: "Let the vulture tribe press on."

  At this time, someone came to report: "The War Lion tribe is approaching in the northwest, saying they are coming to support."

  Timur froze for a moment, and frowned slightly: "The envoys I sent to the War Lion tribe haven't returned yet, so they came by themselves? How many soldiers and horses?"

  The soldier said: "It is estimated that there are 70,000 to 80,000 people."

   Seventy to eighty thousand people are far behind the Golden Horde in terms of absolute strength, but at this moment, it is an extremely terrible variable.

  Let’s not talk about 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, even 10,000 to 20,000 yuan can cause headaches, and 70,000 to 80,000 yuan can be fatal.

   "Batu must pass through Huangshaji when he comes here. Why didn't Ubalu send a message? Batu came so abruptly!"

   No one can answer the question of the Great Khan.

   Someone said cautiously: "If Batu bypassed Huangshaji, General Ubaru would definitely find out that something was wrong. At this time, he should lead his people to chase after him..."

   "Let the vulture tribe turn to the flanks and line up in the northwest." Timur stood up suddenly: "No matter what Batu is here for, and whether Ubalu is coming to attack, don't be careless. Mr. Bo..."

  He turned to a shaman in the tent, with a serious look on his face: "This is the time of the war with the Nanman. If there is civil turmoil, it is no longer a conventional tribal dispute, and the temple doesn't care?"

  The shaman got up and saluted: "Don't be impatient, Khan, how could Batu have the guts to make trouble? Most likely he really came to join the war. Wait for me to meet Batu to confirm my purpose."

  (end of this chapter)