After the Moro cavalry captured the Five Victories, they killed all the remaining defenders in the city, and then dispersed their sentries to defend the various places, followed by a short rest.

The back door is close to the mountain, and the terrain is superior, unless the enemy grows wings and flies in, it is generally impossible to enter from here, so the defense here is actually the weakest.

Moro sent only two sentries to walk around.

The two sentinels, the fat man and the thin man, were quietly extinguished, and until they died, they did not know who had done the trick on them.

Yang Jinwen led people to quickly dispose of the sentry's corpse on the spot.

Then open the secret door according to the picture.

The dark passage is dark, Yang Jinwen took the lead in and lit the torch, fortunately, there are ventilation holes left at intervals in the dark passage, so everyone will not have difficulty breathing when they come in.

Five hundred soldiers followed Yang Jinwen forward in the dark passage, and walked about a stick of incense, Yang Jinwen stopped his steps and walked back with a torch, the fire shone on every face, these faces are so familiar, some are young, some are vicissitudes, but each one is so calm, and he is ready to die.

Yang Jinwen smiled all the way, nodded to them, and went to the end, reaching out to pat the shoulder of the last young man, "Brothers, the time has come to test us, and the secret path is the hinterland of the Five Victory Pass." Our appearance will be a sharp knife, and we will stick it in the heart of the enemy. Originally, we came to reinforce us, but everyone has also seen that the Wusheng Pass has fallen and has fallen into the hands of the Moro thieves. All the guards died in battle, and we were too late. What else can we do now is to avenge them. Wusheng Pass is a crucial pass, after Moro occupies Wusheng Pass, the next step must be to rush to the boundary of the southwest battalion to guard the guard, if the Moro soldiers really enter the pass, then, what kind of fate will Dongliang Country face, I believe you know better than me. So, today, now that we're here, we're going to do what we guys can do, even with our lives, to take back the five victories—"

The secret passage was in danger, and for fear of alarming the Moro cavalry, the soldiers did not dare to answer in unison, they raised their hands in unison, clenched their fists, and raised them in front of their chests, and their faces were resolute.

Yang Jinwen exhaled, "Brothers, let's go—if I can recapture the Wusheng Pass alive and return to my homeland alive, I will definitely invite everyone to drink - drink the most expensive Lingzhou snow in Lingzhou Mansion—"

The heads of the five hundred brothers brushed together and nodded to Yang Jinwen.

Yang Jinwen took the lead and opened the exit according to the map. The light came in, and it was already daylight outside, but fortunately, the Moro cavalry at this moment was full of wine and food, and Yang Jinwen's five hundred people all drilled out of the secret passage of the camp behind the Wusheng Pass, and they had not yet been discovered by the Moro sentinels.

Yang Jinwen made a silent gesture and commanded everyone to quickly divide the team, and the five hundred people lined up silently, Yang Jinwen took the lead and rushed to the core stronghold of the defense in Wusheng Pass.

It was a sudden attack.

The Moro Vanguard, who were immersed in victory, could not have dreamed that a group of Dongliang soldiers would suddenly appear in the Wusheng Pass that they were firmly controlled.

These people are not quite the same as all the defenders they have encountered along the way, the weapons in their hands are much more advanced, all short knives, this knife is very delicate and sharp, this group of people is also very skillful in tactics, the short knife in the palm of the hand has been inadvertently swung, often from unpredictable angles to stab, the knife is bloody, the move is vicious.

The Moro cavalry, who had no mental preparation at all, did not have time to put on their equipment, let alone straddle the horses that were fed, so they could only pick up the long knives at hand in a hurry to face the battle.

The leader of Moro occupied the big tent of Liu Yaomin, Bai Ren and other Wushengguan guards, he was lying on a soft bed covered with a tiger skin and had just fallen asleep with his eyes closed, and the soldiers at the door rushed in, "Come, come, come...... Here it is—"

The team leader rolled over and roared, "What's coming?" are you fucking tongue eating women*** or what's the matter, won't roll up?"

The pro-soldier's legs trembled, and his face was like dirt, "Dong, Dongliang soldiers, Dongliang soldiers are coming—they suddenly came out, killed many people, and many brothers died—"

The team leader scooped up the big knife in a hurry, kicked away the soft pro-soldiers, and rushed out.

He thought that after occupying Wusheng Pass, he would be able to sleep peacefully, and drank several bowls of fine wine before going to bed, but at this time, the strength of the wine had just come up, and he was dizzy, and rushed out dozens of steps, and he still suspected that he was dreaming, and the Dongliang soldiers were coming? How could it be? Since Wushengguan had already fallen into the hands of his Moro cavalry, Dongliang Kingdom did not have the strength of the entire southwest battalion, and it was impossible to attack in such a short time, unless this team had the ability to reach the sky and descend from the sky.

He was puzzled, and a group of people rushed over to Hulala, but it was his Moro cavalry, who did not have time to wear iron helmets and iron armor, only wore ordinary military uniforms, and carried a big knife in his hand, but did not meet the battle, and ran in a hurry to dodge.

"Where to go-" The leader shouted, and rushed over to stop him with a knife, he couldn't get used to his soldiers being cowardly like this, could it be that there were wolves and tigers chasing after him?

Behind him, Yang Jinwen strode after him with a short knife in his hand.

There were only five Dongliang soldiers behind him.

Only six Dongliang people can chase more than a dozen Moro cavalry like lost dogs, it's too embarrassing, it's really embarrassing!

Leader Moro roared and rushed forward.

A street fight suddenly took place.

Such street battles are fierce everywhere throughout the Five Wins level.

In the blink of an eye, Team Leader Moro and Yang Jinwen had been fighting for five rounds, and Team Leader Moro realized that he had seriously despised each other, these Dongliang thieves who came out of nowhere were so tough, and they were desperate with every move.

"Where did the Dongliang thieves come from? My Moro cavalry has long been firmly guarding the gates on three sides, could it be that you came out of the ground?" the leader asked as he fought.

Yang Jinwen injured one hand, blood gushed out, he raised his hand to wipe his face, his face was suddenly covered with blood, he bared his teeth and smiled, "Hell, your lord, we came from hell." I have been ordered by Lord Hades to claim the lives of you Moro children!"

The leader was furious, the big knife in his hand was fluttering, and he was screaming strangely in his mouth, and he couldn't wait to kill this group of Dongliang infantry with a few knives.

It's a pity that some of them are powerless, the fierce battle in the middle of the night last night, coupled with the slight drunkenness of the wine and meat in the early morning, the spirit of the Moro cavalry is far less than the strength of the Dongliang soldiers to regard death as home.

One by one, the Moro cavalry fell like grain.

The leader slashed out, Yang Jinwen did not hide at all, holding a short knife to meet, the two knives met, splashing a string of cremation. Yang Jinwen retreated again and again, the leader of the Moro team used a knife to crutches the ground, the blood in his chest surged, he had never encountered such a strong opponent in the army for many years, and the slender Dongliang man in front of him seemed to be a little weak, he felt incredible.

Bang - the two men shot at the same time again, one long and one short, and the two knives collided again.

In such a hand-to-hand encounter, the long knife in the hand of the Moro leader has actually had a favorable advantage, but the Dongliang man in front of him is really amazing, and he is in a posture of fighting for his life, and he has slashed several rounds in succession, and it is even comparable.

"Report-report-Dongliang thieves have seized the general's tent!" shouted one of Moro's own soldiers.

The leader's hand couldn't help but tremble.

Yang Jinwen seized the opportunity to slash hard.

"Ahh

"Oh no, the Dongliang soldiers climbed to the top of the city tower and cut down our banner with a big sword-" Another pro-soldier ran from afar, shouting in a hurry.

The banner at the head of the city tower has also been taken down?

The team leader was shocked and angry, and the remaining alcohol was completely frightened, and he no longer entangled with Yang Jinwen, dragged the knife and left, and rushed to the head of the city tower.

"Where to go-" Yang Jinwen shouted violently, and suddenly the short knife in his hand shot out, and he flew out.

"Ahh

The leader of Moro crooked his neck and struggled a few times, blood splattered, he fluttered for a while, and finally fell headlong and died.

Yang Jinwen cut off the head of the leader of the Moro team with a knife, held it in his hand and shouted: "Listen to Moro, Xiao'er—your head is dead, and your head is here—if you don't surrender, there is only one way to die! You only have more than 1,000 people, and we have 5,000 people in Dongliang Country—if you are obsessed, all of you can only die for him——"

Yang Jinwen asked someone to use the flagpole to pick up the head of the Moro leader, shouting and killing while walking, everywhere he went, the Moro soldiers were shocked and retreated, they saw clearly that the head was the leader, and suddenly the situation was in chaos, and they completely lost the will to resist, and for a while dragged the knife and ran around, and it was a mess.

Yang Jinwen rushed to the forefront with a knife in his hand, intercepting and chasing all the way, the momentum of the Dongliang soldiers increased greatly, and the fighting wits were high, and the five hundred people quickly gained the upper hand like thousands of people.

This bloody battle came suddenly, and the end was also sudden, the sun had just risen and shone on the three big black characters of "Wusheng Pass" at the head of the city, and the battle was over.

Yang Jinwen couldn't take a breath, and ordered the number of people to be counted, five hundred brothers, and only three hundred and nineteen people stood in front of him alive, of which thirty-eight were disabled, and one hundred and eighty-one soldiers had been killed in battle.

Except for a small part of the Moro cavalry, which broke through the north gate and fled, leaving behind swords, armor, hundreds of horses, and eight or nine hundred dead bodies.

Both sides paid the price in blood.

But the Dongliang soldiers were very excited, and they all surrounded Yang Jinwen happily, and they all said that this assault battle was enjoyable, it was really enjoyable, and they won more with less, but they didn't expect to regain the occupied five-victory pass.

Yang Jinwen is not as simple-minded as his subordinates, he knows that this victory won in a dangerous way is difficult, and it will be even more difficult to hold on to the fruits of this victory.

"Brethren—" he cried, "it is not yet the time for us to be happy—we need to guard the gates at once, and send men to gallop to the southwestern camp for help, and we need a large number of reinforcements, otherwise we will not be able to hold out even half a day at these five victories when the army behind Moro arrives." ”

The happy atmosphere suddenly became heavy, and the situation before them was critical, in fact, everyone could see clearly, and they immediately took their places, swept the battlefield, guarded the city gates, and prepared to meet the army of Moro.

A very young soldier was sent to clean the city gate, and when he picked up the weapons that had been thrown on the ground and walked to the city gate, he was stunned, and he saw that in an unnoticed corner of the city gate, there was still a guard soldier, who was dead, and after he died, he still maintained a standing posture, and his body did not fall, and the red tassel spear in his hand was tightly held, and he stood upright.

Xiao Bing looked at this face that was not a few years older than himself, and could see that he was as young as himself, and he was still sticking to his post when he was dying, holding the red tassel gun in his hand firmly, insisting on his duty.

The red and glamorous red tassel spear is like a kind of faith, and it will not fall to death.

"Brother-" The little soldier touched the young soldier's face and closed his dead eyes for him, "You didn't lose, we took back the Wusheng Pass again, the Wusheng Pass is still our Dongliang Kingdom, you can go well-we will guard this pass for you-"