It's dawn.

Another difficult night is finally over.

A large area of fish belly white appeared in the sky, and as the fish belly white quickly faded, the twilight spread from the east, and then a round of red sun slowly poked out of the twilight with a big face.

The little soldier holding a spear in his hand and standing quietly at the battlement mouth looked at the high canopy of the sky, and let out a long breath, "It's bright—we have survived another night." ”

Without waiting for him to stretch his waist, the gaze that was inadvertently cast out suddenly stiffened, stagnant, and stared blankly into the distance, just under the rising sun, where the Moro army was stationed, usually quietly, at this moment, a large black army was wriggling like a worm, and was advancing towards the Wusheng Pass.

Is it an ......army?

The little soldier's heart suddenly beat wildly, his legs were weak, and his head rumbled, it was over, he knew it was over, they finally came, they were finally here, and after a stalemate for so many days, without a little assistance, they were able to hold the five-victory pass undefeated, on the one hand, because everyone was fighting for their lives to defend the pass, on the other hand, Moro did not send a large army to attack again, but occasionally a group of guerrillas scattered, tentatively put a few cold arrows under the pass, shouted and cursed for a while, and did not open the door to meet the battle, just threw a few rolling wood and stone mines downward, and then retreated in fright.

However, even a small soldier like him knows how fragile and vulnerable these five victories are now. As long as the enemy attacks seriously, they will soon fall, because they are holding on to this point, and the imperial court is slow to come to reinforcements, and they are fighting alone.

"It's coming—" The little soldier had already calmed down, he stood his spear by the battlement, and then walked steadily and quickly to find Yang Jinwen, "They are coming—it is estimated that there are tens of thousands of people." ”

Yang Jinwen was not surprised, he didn't take off his armor when he slept at night these days, with a sword on his pillow, and he was ready to die at any time.

"It's finally here—" Yang Jinwen muttered, grabbed his weapon, picked up the teacup on the table, took a big sip of overnight tea, and wiped his mouth, "Let's go—inform all the brothers that the Moro children are dying, and the time has come for us to sacrifice our lives for the country!"

Suddenly, the entire Wusheng Pass was shrouded in a tragic atmosphere.

One of the men and soldiers cooked on the fire early in the morning, and he was always worried that the brothers would not be able to eat today's meal, so he could get up as early as he could.

He's already washing the rice and putting it in the pot.

But there was a terrible sound of horns in my ears, and I gathered.

"Is it true that you don't eat anymore?" but it's already cooked—" He lifted the lid of the pot and looked at the food with some nostalgia, these days were hard, everyone was always hungry, and he actually threw all the remaining little rice into the pot this morning, and he seemed to have a hunch that this might be everyone's last meal.

But they didn't expect that they wouldn't be able to eat this last meal.

He covered the pot, picked up a burning stick, and hurried to the top of the building.

There was a earth-shattering sound of fighting at the gate of the gate downstairs.

The army of Moro is really here. And it's overwhelming.

Yang Jinwen rushed to the lookout to take a lookout, and immediately gasped, he knew that their time of death had really arrived. There are 20,000 people, in addition to infantry, cavalry and archers, and they also carry ladders, such a formation is crushed, and the five hundred men and horses in Wushengguan can only be used as a chariot, and only tens of thousands of well-equipped regular troops can resist it.

It seems that the Moro army has finished recuperating and relieving its spirits, and is about to attack the Eastern Liang Kingdom again.

But the imperial court of the Dongliang Kingdom, why didn't they send a large army to resist for a long time, and they didn't come to reinforce it, didn't they watch and miss the best opportunity to fight?

Could it be that the old men in the southwest camp are still drunk and dreaming of death, and they are prevaricating?

It must be so.

He came out of the camp in the southwest, and knew the squalor of the place.

If he hadn't been accustomed to those disgusting faces and passable mentality, how could he have left his brother to openly fall out with Qin Jian and run out to the five-win level?

Now it's a bow and no turning back, even if you die in battle, you can't retreat, let alone regret it.

At this time, Li Quan hurriedly ran over, "General Yang, Wusheng Pass is surrounded like a bucket, it seems that we are unable to fly today, what should we do?"

Yang Jinwen's good-looking handsome face was distorted, and he suddenly smiled: "What else can I do? The soldiers will block the water and cover the earth, since the Moro children insist on coming to die, we will fight to break the net! Brothers remember, the Moro thieves invaded my great country and slaughtered my innocent people, causing the fields to be barren and full of bones in the fallen land, we are Dongliang men, and we are soldiers to eat food, in order to kill the enemy and serve the country on this day, and protect the Li people, since we have been surrounded today, there is only one way to exchange our lives for our lives! We are good men, we would rather die standing than live on our knees, even if we are crushed to pieces, we will not surrender!"

At this time, another sentry hurriedly came, "General Yang, the bottom is almost unbearable, the enemy is too powerful, the city gate is about to be broken! What should we do?"

yes, what to do?

Everyone was speechless.

There was only the cold snap of early winter flowing in the air.

Yang Jinwen suddenly raised his spear: "Li Quan, tell everyone to stop guarding at a high place, all go down, concentrate your forces, and meet the enemy!"

Five hundred people, scattered in a pass, like a handful of millet sprinkled into a large area of gravel, seemed so few, so pitiful.

By the time Yang Jinwen arrived, fifty or sixty brothers had already been killed by arrows.

The city gate has been breached several large openings, and the brothers inside are sworn to resist to the death, but they cannot withstand the strong attack of the other party, and the hole is growing impressively.

Through the mouth, you can even see the hideous faces and arrogant shouts of the Moro soldiers.

Yang Jinwen raised his arms and shouted: "Brothers-we can't go back-when I brought you out, I originally wanted to let everyone make more war exploits, repay your family and parents with your war exploits, and even return to our hometown one day, but now it seems that we can't go back, Wusheng Pass is where we sleep forever - everyone work together, use our last blood to protect the pass of our Dongliang Kingdom - not for the unkind and unrighteous Emperor Zhengxi who did not come to reinforce him, not for those officials and men who fish and flesh the people, we are only for the people, and the countless Li people of Dongliang Kingdom!" Our blood in exchange for their peace—"

"As long as they are safe and happy, our death is worth it—" the soldiers raised their hands and shouted in unison.

"Whoa-" The battle-torn gates finally collapsed.

A large number of Moro soldiers rushed in like ants.

"Kill—" Yang Jinwen shouted, his shout and the spear in his hand, like a meteor's long tail, resounded in the overwhelming crowd until it finally fell.

What does it mean to take one as ten, what does it mean to exchange life for life, Wushengguan is only five hundred guards, and it actually allowed the 20,000 Moro army to attack for half an hour, and what is even more incredible is that after breaking through the city gate, the Moro soldiers encountered the strongest resistance.

The defenders of Dongliang Country who appeared in front of the Moro soldiers, where are they still ordinary people of flesh and blood, they are simply iron men who don't want to die, killing one by one with bloody eyes, full of arrows like hedgehogs, but they still have to try their last strength to kill one more person.

The soldier was already covered in blood, he stepped on the soft corpse and rushed forward, walking and falling down, he got up and touched the sweat and tears on his face, he saw that General Yang Jinwen was hit by an arrow, five or six feather arrows, like flying locusts, brushed into General Yang's body.

General Yang was pierced into a sieve.

But General Yang did not fall until one of the Moro soldiers pounced on him, and General Yang raised his spear and pinned the Moro soldier in place, while General Yang himself fell headlong.

General Yang died.

The brethren are dead.

The lonely soldier touched his tears again, and suddenly opened his throat and cried: "You guys eat the rice before leaving, people get up early in the morning and make it-"

Arrows flew wildly, and he was pinned to the spot, and his shouts were pinned into the air, stagnant forever.

Overhead, high above the clouds, a group of late geese lined up, flying from the north to the south, their clucking and crumbling cries were terrible and terrible, just like calling for the souls and sacrifices of these men who gave up their lives and died in other places on the earth.