At this time, the two armies faced each other, Cheng Muan did not allow Wen Xiaomiao to follow Shaima to the market once a month again, there must be a lot of work on both sides now, he didn't want Wen Xiaomiao to have an accident, he also wanted Wen Xiaomiao to go to the city first, Cheng Muan was afraid that in case of a sneak attack, it would be too late to retreat to the city, but this girl can discuss anything, that is, there is no room for maneuver in this matter.

Lian County Guard wrote a note about the situation of the frontier, and sent people to the capital quickly, both the army and the grain and grass needed the support of the imperial court, before the Lian County Guard listened to Cheng Mu'an's suggestion and hoarded the soldiers, horses, grain and grass, but to be ready for a protracted war, these must be far from enough, there must be rear transportation.

The two sides finally went to a large-scale war head-on.

The sun was rising, the fog had not yet dissipated, and the scouts outside the main tent reported one after another, crowded with people, but not noisy.

Cheng Muan came in from outside the tent.

"Miao Miao, the scouts report back, the Huns' iron cavalry will arrive soon, and then a large number of troops will rush over, you follow Shaima back to the city first, and tell the city to get ready." Cheng Muan said calmly.

Wen Xiaomiao walked up to Cheng Mu'an's eyes, stood on tiptoe, pulled down his head, and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Okay, if everyone can't see you when they come back, I'll jump off the top of the tower." Wen Xiaomiao looked at Cheng Mu'an without blinking.

Cheng Mu was shocked, he hugged Wen Xiaomiao tightly in his arms, and said, "Don't worry, I promise you, I will definitely come back." ”

With a loud and urgent horn, the army of the Sha family army was dispatched.

The others galloped in the direction of the city.

The neighing of the Hun cavalry's war horses seemed to be faintly audible.

Wen Xiaomiao followed Shaima back to the city, and the two of them ran to the city tower, Lian Shuang was still dressed in white, holding a black horn in his left hand, and he was already standing on top of the city tower, looking into the distance.

Lian Shuang glanced at Wen Xiaomiao and Sha Yima, did not speak, his expression was unclear, and continued to look into the distance.

The archers were in place, the huge stones had been erected, and the guards of the city were waiting in an orderly manner.

Everyone couldn't see the specific battle situation on the other side of the poplar forest, but only saw the thick smoke rising from the raging battle fire, billowing across the entire poplar forest.

After nearly an hour, a large number of Sha Jiajun appeared in everyone's field of vision, fighting and retreating, and the dull shouts and short roars became clearer and clearer.

They are to lure the enemy into range of the archers.

The big banner of the word "sand" that hunted in the wind was already tattered and ragged, and it seemed that it would fall in an instant.

Getting closer and closer, Wen Xiaomiao tried to keep her eyes open, she was looking for the familiar figure.

The archers on the tower had already set up their bows and arrows, and crouched on the ground in concealment, just waiting for orders.

Lian Shuang picked up the horn and put it to his mouth, and suddenly a horn sounded.

Arrows flew wildly in the air, dragging a long rain of arrows like locusts crossing the clear sky, only to see that there were constantly Hun soldiers who fell to the ground with arrows.

Outside the city tower, the dead bodies lay on the ground, bleeding non-stop, but no one moved forward to clean up, and the thick smell of blood filled the air, pungent and unpleasant.

Wen Xiaomiao had never experienced this kind of situation, she had prepared herself mentally in advance, but the cruelty and ruthlessness of the war were far beyond her imagination, the terrible screams, the crazy killing, the blazing beacon fire, she squatted on the ground, holding on to the city wall and retching, tears were squeezed out of her eyes, Wen Xiaomiao felt that her bile was spitting out, and her mouth was full of bitterness.