In the middle of October of the twelfth year of Emperor Apocalypse.

The Lingding River has frozen, the severe cold in the northwest gradually flows to the southeast, and the state is affected, looking at the past, thousands of miles of frost, the sky and the earth, all are white, and the human body is even more insignificant in this world.

Under such cold conditions, there are troops crossing the Lingding River, which is hundreds of miles away from the Martial God Fortress.

Look at that banner, it is the Xiliang Army.

The Xiliang Army chose such a time when it was most unsuitable to attack and launched an attack, I am afraid that the entire empire did not expect it.

Because no one thought about it, the entire Martial God Fortress was in a dormant state.

Ah is the most inconspicuous soldier in the Martial God Fortress, belonging to the kind that grandma doesn't love and uncle doesn't love, and the drudgery of guarding the gate is of course unavoidable.

Ah Zheng gambled with people last night until the second half of the night, and only squinted for a while when it was almost dawn, and at this moment he was wrapped in a thick cotton jacket, half-leaning on the wall of the city tower and drowsy.

The fog on this day was very thick and thick, and when you looked forward from the castle tower, you could only see dozens of paces away.

Ah Zheng suddenly opened his eyes, looked at the sight of only a few dozen steps left, and a ridiculous thought suddenly popped up in his heart: If the Xiliang army came to attack at this time, wouldn't it be easy?

He didn't know why he suddenly thought of this, the fatigue of staying up all night, finally overwhelmed the mind of deep research, changed his position, and was about to continue napping, but his feet suddenly shook.

He opened his eyes again, and looked at the ground suspiciously, only when he opened the gate, there was a vibration under his feet, but at this time the gate would never be opened, and there was no sound of the door opening below.

But suddenly the tremors continued.

In another trance, the dense and incessant sound of horses' hooves suddenly came.

Ah Zheng's face changed drastically.

He remembered that there had been no cavalry out of the city in the past few days, and there was no doubt that it must be the Xiliang Iron Cavalry.

He couldn't even think about how the enemy had come here quietly. From the Lingding River to here, there are at least dozens of dark cards and more than a dozen bright posts along the way, and it is impossible to avoid them completely.

But the impossible has happened, Ah Zheng roared wildly: "Enemy attack!" while stumbling to the war drums, picking up the drumsticks and beating wildly.

The sleeping beast gradually awakens.

Woohoo!

The sound of chasing souls and killing people has already sounded.

In just a few blinks, the enemy was within range.

The spears in the sky fell like a rain of arrows.

Screams rang out in an instant.

After the first wave of guns, more than 1,000 horsemen galloped to the city gate, diverting in front of the city gate, and retreating to both sides.

The defenders on the tower of the city organized a wave of counterattacks, and the sporadic rain of arrows could not even touch the smoke and dust stirred up by those knights.

Woohoo!

A second wave of guns followed.

After hundreds of corpses fell, the shield array was finally put up to defend itself, and the second wave of arrows rained down on a large scale, but the cavalry rushed into the thick fog and never reappeared.

The offensive seemed to be abruptly interrupted with the awakening of the Valkyrie Fortress, which was confusing.

At this moment, the sound of a horse's hooves sounded clearly, and a giant man riding a brown BMW rushed out of the thick fog, suddenly reined in the horse's head dozens of feet away from the city gate, laughed cruelly, and shouted: "The military aircraft academy dares to fight, who dares to fight to the death with me!"

No one responded, and the air was quiet and oppressive.

Behind Shi Dangdang, two more riders came out, one was Qin Guanyue and the other was Zhao Bingren.

There are only three people, but they dare to face the Martial God Fortress, what is the difference between the three of them and thousands of troops?

Qin Guanyue walked to the front, raised his head and glanced at the city tower, his right hand suddenly raised, and said lightly: "Attack." ”

"Attack!" Shi Dangdang slapped the horse's buttocks violently, the horse hissed, and the men and horses were one, shooting out like sharp arrows.

In the thick fog, several infantry phalanxes appeared, each carrying a huge battering ram, and rushed to the city gate behind Shi Kangdang.

Zhao Bingren lightly clamped the horse's belly, walked forward slowly, and said: "Stone, do you understand the beauty of art, shouting like you like a beast, it's really too graceless, you have to know that language is a profound knowledge, learning is a profound art, your words and deeds are tarnishing the beauty of art, I really can't stand it." ”

"Art your mother's technique, if you can't watch it, you can not watch it, you can go back!" Shi Dang scolded angrily without looking back.

"I can shoot you with an arrow, too. Zhao Bingren laughed elegantly, and then really bent his bow and shot an arrow.

The sharp arrow made a terrible sound of breaking through the air, and shot at the back of Shi Dangdang's head.

Shi Dang didn't look back, and the sharp arrow suddenly turned and rose when it was about to be shot, and the arrow that could turn was simply unique.

Poof!

With a muffled sound, the arrow hit the throat of one of the generals on the castle tower.

It was directly pierced, and the remaining strength was not reduced, and it shot into the city wall behind the general.

The general was dead before the order to fire a volley, and the archers on the tower missed the best opportunity without receiving orders.

Shi Kangdang had already rushed to the city gate, and he was about to smash it with his fist.

But at this moment, on both sides of the dense fog, there was a sudden earth-shattering sound of iron hooves.

It wasn't the sound of Xiliang's iron hooves, so he couldn't help but change his face drastically.

......

Valkyrie Fortress, Council Chamber.

Wang Ba liked the row of noodles the most during his lifetime, and this meeting hall was of course very large, enough to sit more than 20 people.

There is only one seat at the top, of course, it is Lu Yuanqing, the current acting commander of the Martial God Army.

Lu Yuanqing looks like he is in his early thirties, with a short beard, a white face, and he looks like a gentleman, and his sitting posture is also very calm, without the slightest radicalization. But his generals knew that once he was on the battlefield, he would change dramatically, as if he had changed from a man to a beast.

Behind him stood an old man, skinny and skinny, with a sallow face, and a slight cough from time to time, who looked as if he was terminally ill, and could almost say that half of his feet were stepping into the coffin.

In the row of seats on his right, there were three or five generals, all of whom were the core members of the Martial God Fortress, and they were all sitting in danger at the moment, with very serious expressions.

There are only two people sitting in the row of seats on his left, one is Ma Guanshan and the other is Lianhai Changjin.

There was also a person standing behind Ma Guanshan, holding a dark cyan long sword, holding his arms and closing his eyes to recuperate. Although his eyes were closed, the eyes of the people in the entire council hall would still fall on him from time to time.

Because his name is Yan Wushuang.

No one knows when his sword will be unsheathed, and no one knows if his head will be there in the next moment.

Lu Yuanqing swept over everyone coldly: "What the hell is going on? How did the Xiliang army come over? Thirty-seven secret cards, sixteen bright posts, are they all decorations?" When he spoke, he had the majesty of a general.

"General, there must be a problem in this, one of us must be a spy of the Military Aircraft Academy. A general opened his mouth, but his eyes were fixed on Ma Guanshan.

Lu Yuanqing's gaze stopped at Ma Guanshan, and shouted: "Ma Guanshan, now we all suspect that you are a spy, what can you explain?"

"Nothing to explain. Ma Guanshan said expressionlessly.

"Then you want to plead guilty?" Lu Yuanqing said.

Ma Guanshan said lightly: "I don't even have a fault, let alone a crime." ”

"Then what do you mean?" Lu Yuanqing shouted angrily.

Ma Guanshan glanced at him lightly, and then said lightly: "Someone deliberately let the Xiliang Army in, I already knew that there would be this day, so I made arrangements a long time ago." ”

The corners of Lu Yuanqing's eyes jumped, and he said, "What arrangement?"

Before Ma Guanshan could speak, a soldier rushed in from outside the hall and shouted excitedly: "General Qiyu, the Xiliang army has retreated!"