In the second year of Longqing, November 11, the sky was snowing heavily, and the feet were deep. It's night, snowy, and windy.

When the battalion received the Meteor Army report, the clouds in the sky had already been dispersed by the west wind. At this time, a galaxy lies across the top. The starry mist of the river, like a veil of silk, spreads half of the sky, and the night in the center of the dome is more and more dark. On the horizon, a shallow half-moon away, the dim crown of light gradually closed, and the moonlight gradually became clear and cold. The wind has subsided, and the earth has been frozen in snow by the cold.

Situ Yi stood at the highest point of the mountain outside Daying, overlooking the distance. On the top of the mountain, there was occasionally a howling gust of wind raising his cloak, and even the heaviness of the black marten could not withstand the last of the wind's rage. The corners of the flying robe were lifted, revealing the cold glow of a silver armor. Reflected in the dim moon, it seems to be the sneer on the lips of the ghost who escaped by luck in purgatory. The heavily armored geese stood beside him, and the restless sound of hooves mixed with a heavy snort spread in the wind, far away, to meet the military situation reported by Ishai Pegasus.

"Xiao Niu'er successfully led the 30,000 soldiers and horses of Youzhou to reach the outside of the pass, and has been stationed at the mouth of the river, waiting for the day, and obeying the dispatch." Ishai was overjoyed, and before the centaurs came up, his voice was already full of excitement.

Situ Yi took a deep breath and didn't look back, only recited the letter of his mentor that he was recalling in his heart:

"The ancient sages and sages, Yu also governed the water and the people; Filial piety and sensitivity, there are still a few people who cannibalize each other...... If the times are prosperous, why should they be in troubled times? …… The rise and fall of the country is carried by heaven. Life and death, the people are skin-to-skin. If the weapon is in hand, the mountains and rivers are in the shoulder......"

Xing, the people are bitter. Death, the people suffer. Since he promised his teacher and took on the mountains, rivers and people, he had to do this!

The long wait is finally over.

The restless tapping of the four hooves of the stepping geese, and the sound of crushing were obviously felt by Situ Yi's sudden and fierce breath. A long hiss, piercing the silent night, also resounded through the Chu camp behind him, and the iron hooves that jumped into the air once again took the lead in crushing the anxiety of the two armies.

Thirty miles away, Helo looked at the figure swept in the smoke and dust in the distance. Finally desperately admitted, there was no hope for reinforcements.

Looking at the hungry war horses that fell to the ground one after another, Helo roared with red eyes, and instead of cherishing the horse as his usual life, he ordered to beat the trembling war horse with four hooves to the death. However, even if his "Iron Thunderbolt" was equipped with a tall and divine horse from the Western Regions, he could not endure the hunger and cold of several days of starvation. The barely standing under the whip, how could he bear the burden of the heavy armor, most of them trembled and did not stand firmly, and threw off the knight on his back again.

Tried and failed, Helo suddenly rose up with a knife, slashed at his beloved war horse, wiped the hot horse blood from his face, and shouted to the cavalry behind him who had completely messed up the rules: "Dadi warriors, there is blood but no tears!" No horse has feet, fight to the death! ”

In all directions, the whipping and shouting sound froze in an instant. The stout warriors of Beidi looked at Helo in front of him, and looked at the tip of his sword that was still dripping with blood. Suddenly, there was a terrible howl from the silent crowd! Immediately after, the sound of chopping and slashing was everywhere, mixed with the painful neighing of the war horse, and it sounded into a decisive piece.

In the blood, the elites of the Di people have blood-red eyes. They would rather kill the war horses that they regarded as brothers with their own hands than leave them to Situ Yi. Grief and indignation, like blood gushing from a horse's neck, soaked the narrow valley.

From the noble commander Prince Helo to the most ordinary soldiers, tens of thousands of people, Qi Qi thought of the glorious history of their Di ancestors, who once relied on a hard bow to pierce the bronze wall of the Central Plains. And they, the most amazing "Iron Thunderbolt" team of Dadi, now have a cold knife and a hard bow in their hands, even if they can't pierce the net laid by Situ Yi, they have to defend the dignity in their blood to the death.

However, although the blood can be condensed into a bronze wall of the mind, the samurai without a war horse is like a tiger without its minions. The heroic and dry Beidi warriors, and the Chu army that came up like a whirlwind, were still as thin as dead leaves struggling on the branches in late autumn.

With the earth-shattering shouts of killing, Helo shook off the empty basket of arrows and waved the steel knife in his hand. I saw the snow blade spinning, and the knife splashed everywhere. Blood is like a pillar, one after another. In the blood light, the sturdy figures beside him fell one by one. The condescending Chu army was spinning around his horse, circle after circle, getting closer and closer.

"Helo!" Situ Yi, who had been forced in front of him, shouted, and drank his crazy air slash.

Helo was stunned, and the empty steel knife fell to the ground with a clatter, and his staggering body rested diagonally on the hilt. The blade suddenly erected, and the blood gurgled down the trend. The still warm blood seeped into the already crimson snow under his feet, and the warm fishy breath with the cold snow gas rose to the sky.

Helo slowly raised his head, raised his bloody hand, and wiped away a strand of hair that was still dripping blood from his forehead. The blood-stained eyes looked at Situ Yi with hatred.

"Your Thunderbolt is over!" Situ Yi looked around and smiled, the smile on his lips was cold and cold. Patches of blood on the pitch-black robes were steaming.

Helo held the steel knife, straightened his body, raised his chin and said disdainfully: "In battle, there will be victory or loss, and there will be life and death." The heroic warriors of Dadi were just tricked by you Han people, and we are not losing to your Situ Yi's bravery. Even if you kill me today, I won't admit that you defeated me! ”

Situ Yi sat upright on his horse, looking down at Helo and smiling very brightly: "I won't kill you!" I'm waiting for you to kill yourself! However, since you said that you lost at the hands of the Han Chinese, then I might as well tell you a story! As he spoke, he pulled a small golden knife from the barrel of his boots and threw it at Helo.

"Do you recognize?" Situ Yi's cold eyes were filled with endless hatred.

Helo snorted coldly and stared at him, the corners of his lips like ice.

"Twenty-two years ago, in the south of Mount Amiri, your 'Iron Thunderbolt', relying on a hard crossbow, took advantage of the night snow to level the homes of the Zaires. This golden knife is the saber of Khan Suno of the Sayr Department! Situ Yi's voice gritted his teeth as if it was floating from the depths of hell, so cold that it could almost condense the snow under his feet: "At that time, I found my grandfather's body from the pile of dead bodies and took this knife. I swore that I would slaughter your 'Iron Bolt' with my own hands! Today, I am riding the same heavy snow as I did back then, to collect blood debts! ”

"You're Suno's grandson?" Helo was taken aback for a moment, and then a mocking laugh erupted from deep in his chest: "So what? I, Helo Jingsuno Khan, am a man, at the beginning, he relied on more than 20,000 people, and it took him more than four months to be slaughtered by the Iron Thunderbolt! But what about you? You have half of the blood of the Han people who are greedy for life and afraid of death, and you can only use some tricks to win? Situ Yi, if you don't use these ghost tricks, can you still be so proud? Helo's voice was full of disdain and snorted: "It's just those weak Han people who treat you as a character!" Don't forget, although the Iron Thunderbolt is gone, my 80,000 warriors are still 300 miles away! You Han people just continue to fight in the nest, we have a chance! ”

Situ Yi listened, laughed instead of anger, nodded, and became interested, like a cat teasing a mouse: "Eighty thousand? Then why didn't they come to your rescue? ”

Helo was asked by him about the sore spots, and the sound of gnashing teeth was clear in the empty valley.

"I might as well tell you that the 50,000 troops of the Northern Army have gathered 30,000 of the defenders of Youzhou, and at this time, they are stationed at the mouth of the river! Oh, it's just 80,000! 80,000 against 80,000, unlike at the beginning, you were 80,000 against 20,000! Situ Yi said, slowly bent down, leaned towards Heluo, and his voice suddenly became cold: "Back then, if it wasn't for your father who tricked Mr. Lu into making a hard crossbow. Do you think that with your 'iron thunderbolt' in vain, you can really survive the Amiri Mountain? By the way, there is another thing I forgot to tell you, Mr. Lu Fang is my New Year's friend. When he was dying, he handed me a book of weapons, and there was a weapon in it, called a crossbow. Just enough to deal with a hard crossbow. Eighty thousand against eighty thousand, strong crossbow against hard crossbow. This time, who do you think, will win? Also, your father Wuda has spent so many years of hard work, what will happen to him if he knows that you and his 80,000 elites have been wiped out together? After Situ Yi finished speaking, he straightened up, pulled out the horse's head and walked away. However, no one saw that there was more than the pleasure of revenge in his cold eyes full of moonlight.

Heluo looked at Situ Yi who was gone, his hopeless and mournful gaze fell on the saber that shimmered with golden light in the snow, and slowly raised the steel knife horizontally, and slashed at his warm neck with hatred....