The moonlight finally dimmed, and dawn came.

The banner of the Moro army was raised at the head of the castle of Gokatsu Pass.

The leader of the cavalry vanguard watched his banner hang on the head of this hard-to-conquer city, and sent his troops to the rear to deliver the message.

The soldiers began to clean up the dead bodies, clean up the battlefield, and then search out the Dongliang guard to divide up the property left behind, slaughter chickens, ducks, cattle and sheep on the spot, cook meat in a large pot, and prepare to eat it in a big way. What is even more gratifying is that dozens of jars of aged wine were found from the cellar, and soon, the whole pass was filled with an enticing aroma of meat and mellow wine, as if the all-night battle a few hours ago was just a dream that did not exist.

After a long run, and then a night of fierce fighting, the Moro cavalry was also tired and hungry, and finally they could treat themselves.

They sat on the spot, ate meat, drank the whole jar, and when they had finished drinking, they threw the yellow clay jar on the ground, and heard from a distance that there was a loud cracking sound in the Wusheng Pass.

In the deep mountains and valleys south of Wusheng Pass, a team of people are quietly hurrying.

Originally, there were no roads, and it was covered by vegetation all year round, and only wild animals such as monkeys could come and climb.

The group climbed like monkeys between the rocky cliffs.

The first leader to lead the way was a young man, it was Yang Jinwen, who could not eat meat and drink wine and enjoy the singing and dancing of the beautiful Moro women in the southwest camp, he took out a piece of hemp paper from his arms, took a look at the fire fold in his hand, and passed the words to the back: "Brothers, climb up to this eagle's beak, and the front is the back door of Wushengguan." Everyone, if you work harder, we must take advantage of this last bit of darkness before dawn to get close to the five-win level. If we miss this opportunity, we will all be exposed to the wilderness and become a living target for the Moro's bow and arrows. ”

The group behind him briefly trimmed and began to climb again.

A young man beside the young man caught up a few steps, "General Yang, we don't know what the situation of Wushengguan is now. In case we have been conquered by Moro, even if we get close to the back door, we will be sent to death. ”

This young man is the Flying Dragon Army who sent the news of the battle to the southwest battalion.

"Li Quan, don't worry, I participated in the deployment here in the early years, and I don't know less than their guards about the topography and military deployment of the three passes, the three dangers, the four governance, and the five victories. Wushengguan has a special geographical location, everyone took this into account when they did the defense, it is easy to defend and difficult to attack, but it is also a Jedi, as long as the enemy surrounds the three-sided group and cuts off the water source, then the inside can not last, at most seven or eight days. There is no other way unless the customs are abandoned and retreated to the customs.

In order to overcome this shortcoming, we left a secret passage at the back door, which few people knew about except for the upper generals.

I also listened to my brother when he was patrolling around the country. ”

Speaking of his brother, Yang Jinwen couldn't help but feel complicated, and said in his heart Where are you at the moment, are you okay, are you still following Luo Jian, when is this happening, do you still insist on following him? I think that at the beginning, I followed my brother to join the army, and I wanted to serve the country and do a career, but when I entered the barracks, I knew the darkness there, and with the efforts of my brother, he also followed the light, and became one of the nine generals under Luo Jian's camp at a young age. But he is not happy, on the contrary, he is depressed every day, because the more he goes to the top, the more opportunities he has to contact the upper level, and the more he sees the inside story. It was a tightly embraced interest group, with all kinds of strange phenomena in it, and the generals lived a life of lustful dogs and horses every day.

Yang Jinwen secretly persuaded his brother, and every time he would invite his brother to teach him a lesson, his brother always said that his younger brother was not angry, immature, and did not understand the world.

Yang Jinwen's unruly and unsociable made him a monster that everyone in the southwest camp did not want to approach.

When the Feilong Army named Li Quan heard this, he immediately nodded convincingly, he looked at this tall and handsome figure in the early morning twilight, and his heart was full of emotion and indescribable admiration.

On that day, he galloped long distances to the southwest camp to deliver the letter, but what he saw was the scene of the upper-level generals singing and dancing collectively, and he was sad, helpless, confused, and walked out of the gate crying.

ran into this General Yang head-on.

He did amazing things from a man everyone called a monster.

His face was full of cynical resentment, took the Flying Dragon Army, went to the battalion headquarters he led, and announced the news of Moro's invasion and the upper level of the southwest camp blockade in public, which immediately caused an uproar, and at the moment he raised his arms and called, the upper class did not want to make progress and was extravagant, ignoring the suffering of the Li people, why should we, the hot-blooded men, shrink under the palm of the surname Luo and beg for a bite to eat, and continue to be angry, now that the national disaster is at the head, we might as well pull up our own people and horses, and break out to do a career. Anyway, the southwest camp is so delaying state affairs and concealing the enemy's situation, and in the end, it may be difficult to escape the punishment of the imperial court, rather than waiting for Luo Jian to be buried in the end, it is better to live by yourself. As soon as Yang Jinwen took the lead, there were 500 people willing to follow him and rush to the southwest to Wushengguan for reinforcements.

Now these five hundred people are crawling in a valley called the eagle's beak.

"Li Quan, if Luo Jian doesn't send troops later, and His Majesty the Emperor in the capital doesn't send troops out as soon as possible, even if we rush to Wusheng Pass and enter Wusheng Pass, we will face the crisis of breaking the city and killing people, will you regret it?"

Yang Jinwen suddenly turned around and asked the Flying Dragon Army, who had been silently following him.

Li Quan shook his head without hesitation, "I don't regret it, I regret it if I stay in the camp, I watched Mo Luo Xiao'er pressing step by step, becoming more and more rampant, but he couldn't throw himself into the battlefield to kill the enemy, that was the real pain and grievance." ”

"Good brother-" Yang Jinwen smiled, there was praise and acquaintance in his smile, "This is a good man, he would rather die under the Moro sword than soak in wine all day long and dream of death." ”

The morning breeze blew, cool and clear, and with the crisp sound of birdsong in their ears, they climbed to the top.

"Look-" Yang Jinwen pointed to the bottom of the mountain, "Wusheng Pass." ”

Sure enough, everyone saw a pass.

A small city, nestled in the early hours of the morning.

"Let's go down from here and go around into the valley, where there is a stone gate with a secret passage. Yang Jinwen pointed to the distance and said.

Everyone quickly descended and ran all the way to the secret passage.

In the five-victory level, the last touch of dawn faded, and the day dawned.

After having enough wine and food, the Moro cavalry burped and patted their bellies, and began a new day's operation.

"I want to get some sleep—" a fat man touched his belly, "so well-fed!"

"Do you still want to find a Dongliang girl to sleep with you?" the thin companion next to him teased him.

The fat man smiled happily, with an obscene face, and picked the meat between his teeth with his nails, "They all say that Dongliang girls are good, but it's a pity that I was in a hurry all the way, and I didn't have time to find a few to play——"

The last word came out of the corner of his fat mouth, and he snorted like an overfed beast. Then he straightened his neck, stared at the white of his eyes, and slowly fell down like a pocket.

The companion looked funny, and was about to scold him for being too greedy and eating himself, when a cold was felt behind him, and a thin blade pierced his body.

The thin man, like the fat man, slowly fell to the ground along the root of the wall.

"It's supposed to be Moro Strikers. Yang Jinwen whispered behind him, "The cavalry is usually the vanguard of the Moro marching and fighting. The cavalry vanguard numbered about 1,500 men. But there must have been losses in last night's battle, and now the cavalry with combat effectiveness remaining in the Wusheng Pass is about a thousand. ”

A thousand or so?

Behind him, the soldiers were silent.

They were not surprised, nor timid, and calmly accepted this fact.

They were five hundred.

The 500 people pulled out of the southwest camp were all soldiers brought out by Yang Jinwen on weekdays, and they were brothers who had passed their lives.

Fortunately, they arrived all the way, except for killing a few lost Moro soldiers, and did not encounter a large army directly, so they rushed here one by one of the five hundred.

The current position is five hundred against one thousand. And those thousand were well-equipped cavalry.

Yang Jinwen's eyes were blazing, he looked at every face, and his eyes were asking: Five hundred and one thousand are against each other, that is, one against two, are you afraid?

Unafraid.

The eyes of the crowd were determined.

Here's the answer.

Along the way, what they saw and heard along the way was enough to make each of them feel angry and sigh in their hearts, the places that the enemy had invaded, the fields were abandoned, the fields were barren, the people were killed and wounded, the corpses were rotten, and the wild beasts were infested, and the beautiful state of life that used to live and work in peace and contentment was completely broken, and everywhere was the cry of pain of the people of Limin.

They have strengthened their inner conviction more and more, it is true that they left the southwest camp and joined the battlefield, even if they die, they have no regrets.

One-on-two, they have faith.

Because they were ready to die.