The Xianbei people are like ants, climbing the city wall of Yanmen Pass.

Even if a companion falls from them above their heads.

Even if they are bathed in the hot blood of both sides.

Even if they were close enough to see the cold light on each other's blades.

They know that they are only one step away from death, forward, or backward, and they may die.

Only by gnawing each other can they have real hope of survival.

"Kill!"

There is not a single mischief in the border army of Yanmen Pass, even if there are countless Xianbei people in front of them, and even they have no way to judge how long the Xianbei people will attack.

All they know is that they just have to wait until they are exhausted.

Use your body to block enemy slashes.

Use flesh and blood as swords and fall down the walls together.

That might be able to kill a few more Xianbei people.

Fifteen soldiers on the border, thirty want to return, but hope that fifty will return to the army, but only see forty deaths, and white hair is martyred.

The Han family's son, the border pass battlefield, has never deserted at all.

It's better to exchange your life, kill one to return to your capital, and kill two to make a steady profit.

"Hold it out! Walk in the air! ”

Zhang Tong shouted at his old brothers, the vigorous momentum on his body burst out, and there was a faint flash of white light between his gestures, which was a manifestation of his strength breaking his body, Zhang Tong's eyes were clear, and the tiger's eyes looked directly at the enemy.

The air is to let the old guys vacate the middle of the city wall, so that he can stand alone and play with a big knife to face more enemies, and they are inside the city wall, which can prevent being dragged down by the Xianbei people and reduce the pressure.

Zhang Tong also thought about taking the enemy's chief among the ten thousand troops, but he also knew enough about his own strength.

And if he leaves Yanmen Pass, his job card will have no achievements for Yanmen Pass.

So he couldn't leave Yanmen Pass half a step.

Who on the grassland doesn't know the name of Zhang Tiebi of Yanmen?

It seems that many people don't know, after all, this nickname is still taken by themselves.

But maybe he can do something else today.

Let's see if we can keep these hundreds of thousands of troops out of Yanmen Pass for seven days!

Seven days should be enough time for the message to be delivered, right?

Then give it a go!

"Huh!"

Zhang Tong's badge lit up again, and a green light attached to his armor and broadsword, a skill he mastered, able to spread more amplification from himself to the sword.

As a veteran of the frontier, physical fitness is no problem, and the increase in sword soldiers makes it faster and easier to kill the enemy.

"Poof!"

With skilled killing skills, the sword soldiers are sharper, and Zhang Tong broke through the Xianbei soldiers who climbed the city wall like chopping melons and vegetables.

But no matter how fast a person kills, he can't compare to the speed of the enemy.

Around Zhang Tong, except for a circle of vacant seats, the rest were Xianbei people with swords, and Zhang Tong was surrounded by them, while the soldiers of Yanmen Pass attacked them.

This was Zhang Tong's favorite way to deal with the invasion of the army in the past.

Although after each time he did this, he was always injured countless times, and even almost lost his arms and legs several times, and lost his head.

But since it's easy to use, even if it's dangerous, there's no reason not to use it.

Zhang Tong's knife was not heavy, but it was simple and fast, each knife was aimed at the fatal point of the Xianbei people, and with his hand not shaking once, there would be a Xianbei soldier's life left forever in the Yanmen Gate.

But Zhang Tong was not comfortable.

Some of the knives that were drawn in all directions had no way to dodge, so he could only use his body to carry them, but fortunately, most of them only hurt the fur.

"Whew!"

A sharp blade pierced through Zhang Tong's left arm, leaving a visible wound on his shoulder.

"Ahh

In pain for a while, Zhang Tong raised his knife and swept it, cutting his throat with a knife from this bastard who cut himself.

"Come on!"

"Come on!"

"Come on! Xianbei dogs! ”

The corners of Zhang Tong's eyes burst, a trace of blood flowed from the corners of his eyes, and the red cloak on his body was stained a little dim by the blood coming out of his shoulders.

He was wounded, and this fierce tiger, the iron wall of Yanmen, was injured in a way that would affect his movements.

But the Xianbei soldiers retreated a little timidly.

Zhang Tong's three roars shook their scalps.

That momentum, that might, that kind of spirit to live to die......

They didn't feel that if they stepped forward, they would be saved from being hacked to death, and they would not be sent to accompany the Immortal Heaven.

"Kill! Bless the General! ”

The old and young soldiers of Yanmen Pass all saw Zhang Tong's still bleeding shoulder, and they felt that there might be no need to use this method.

After all......

Life and death are fateful, and success or failure is in the sky.

If they can fight and die together in Yanmen today, maybe they can still drink and talk in the underworld.

Zhang Tong was sympathetic to his subordinates, ate and lived together, and strictly governed the army, but never punished excessively, and often hunted or bought food for his subordinates.

What he likes to talk about the most is how good it would be if he could be named a general by the imperial court in this life, even if it was a partial general.

But in reality, he, the guard of Yanmen Pass, is not even a captain.

But so what?

People die and birds rise to the sky, and they do not die for thousands of years.

It's a big deal.

The Yanmen soldiers were aroused by Zhang Tong's injuries to a deeper level of faith and blood.

Instead of being slaughtered, it is better to be a good man.

In the past, Zhang Tong took the lead to shelter them from the wind and rain.

This time, it's them!

The defenders of Yanmen Pass, which were less than 800 people, actually relied on their strength.

Killed all the Xianbei people on the city wall alive, and suppressed the Xianbei people's offensive under Yanmen Pass.

"Pull it off."

He Ruogu frowned, he was not far from Yanmen Pass, and he also saw the battle situation on Yanmen Pass.

"Isn't it all about fighting?"

He Ruoiza was a little puzzled, although she also felt sorry for the sacrifices of the Xianbei warriors, but she also knew that if she repeated it like this, the sacrifices of the Xianbei warriors would be more in the future.

"Although the Yanmen guard was injured, they were in full swing at this time, and if they hit us directly, we would suffer heavy losses."

He Ruogu raised his horsewhip and pointed at Zhang Tong, who was standing upright with a big knife and shutting the wild goose gate.

"It's better to wait for their momentum to weaken and the wounds haven't healed yet, so we can take advantage of the situation and take Yanmen Pass in one fell swoop."

"But ......"

Heruiza was still a little worried, she had always had a bad premonition about this operation.

"Don't worry."

He Ruogu patted the back of his sister's hand.

He knew what his sister was worried about, that their nomads would give up their home-field advantage and habits to occupy the Han people's cities and fight the Han people in the way they were good at, and she was worried that they would not be able to fight.

But He Ruogu felt.

Although the men on the grassland love the grassland, the old people and children are already overwhelmed.

Only by trying will you know if there is room for them to live in this land.

Of course, if he used this sentence to ask Chen Chen, Chen Chen would tell him: "The Taihang Mountain Labor Reform Army, turn left at the entrance, and walk slowly without sending it." ”

The battle at Yanmen Pass stopped instantly, but the tension did not stop.

Zhang Tong did a simple bandage, and then continued to stand on the top of Yanmen Pass with a big knife, his tiger eyes widened, and he glared at the Xianbei people.

He saw He Ruogu, who seemed to be the commander of the Xianbei army.

Boy.

"Zhang Tong is not dead, and the wild goose gate is not broken!"

Zhang Tong shouted at He Ruogu, and after shouting, he laughed straight out.

In the past battles on the border, there was a possibility of victory, so Zhang Tong has always been cautious and taken seriously.

But this time, he felt that he could use his spare heat freely.

After all, he was also young, and he was also a man and a general with lofty ideals like his nephew Liao'er!

"Have the courage to come again!"

Zhang Tong's body was straight, standing on the gate of Yanmen.

The snow from the sky fell a little to his shoulder, soaked and melted with blood.

The snow under Yanmen has also become a beautiful picture book of mountains and rivers painted with blood.

"I'll be up again in half an hour."

He Ruogu explained to the general beside him, and he took He Ruoiza back to the tent he had just made.

He believed that with such a series of wheel battles, Yanmen Pass would definitely be able to be won today.

As long as he takes the hard bones of Yanmen Pass and Zhang Tong, and there is no danger of terrain, his Xianbei army will definitely be able to easily crisscross the north and the state.

"Hoo ......"

He Ruogu blew on the goat's milk wine that had just been hot, ready to take a sip to warm up.

He decided to rest for a while and wait for Yanmen Pass to be taken.

The shouting and killing sound he heard was not a noise to him, but he had a good rest for a long time.

And the Xianbei army launched one attack after another towards Yanmen Pass.

A few days later, although they were still forced to retreat, the stalemate was getting longer and longer, and less than half of the soldiers were still standing when the Yanmen Gate was closed.

And less than half of those who are able-bodied are in good health.

Zhang Tong's left arm has also disappeared.

But he was still in high spirits with his right hand and one arm holding the broadsword, standing upright on the Yanmen Gate, and he didn't know what day it was.

The heads of the Xianbei people were piled up into hills under the Yanmen Gate, and Zhang Tong asked the soldiers to throw the corpses down, cut off the heads and throw them on the road as a deterrent.

The 800 Yanmen defenders, taking advantage of the danger of the terrain and the power of rolling wood and stones, killed nearly 1,000 Xianbei warriors with one breath.

Even though most of the establishment has collapsed, the Yanmen defenders still have not lost their momentum.

They no longer have the strength to draw their bows.

One by one, they followed Zhang Tong with a big sword, standing in every gap in the city wall, like a god of war.

"It's time to take it."

He Ruogu put on his shoulders and watched the corpse-strewn Yanmen close.

He had been waiting, but he didn't expect these Han people to be able to fight endlessly for seven days and six nights.

But it's time for this time to finish.

He Ruogu lifted his wolf knife, which was the long knife he used to kill seven wolves in a row when he was young.

He wanted to use this knife to remove Zhang Tong's head and open the door to gallop and merge with the state.

"Charge!"

He Ruogu's face is like frost, and when it comes to war, he is like a cold-faced Shura.

Zhang Tong didn't move, he used two broken spears to support his body behind him, he could only swing the knife.

He Ruogu's black horse, the horse's hooves trampled on the corpse of the Xianbei people under the Yanmen Pass, and the corpse that was originally used to deter became the pedal for He Ruogu to jump directly on the horse.

"Bang!"

"Poof!"

He Ruogu's horse stopped at the gate of Yanmen.

Zhang Tong's body still stands on the Yanmen Gate.

His head fell to the stone bricks, rolling on wheels.

Zhang Tong, Yanmen Mayi Zhangjia, Yanmen Pass Guard, forty years old, martyred for his country, never married.

Seven feet in the body, the end of the country.

Fifteen borders, thirty want to return, and forty die at the border.

There is no name of general in his life, but he has the reality of a general, Zhang Tong is worthy of the name of Yanmen Iron Wall.

He Ruogu returned to the horse and saw the two spears that had been pierced into the body behind Zhang Tong, accompanied by the shouts of the Xianbei people, and the eight hundred soldiers of Yanmen Pass fell within seven days.

He Ruogu dismounted, untied his shoulders, and draped behind Zhang Tong.

He pulled out the spear and arrows from Zhang Tong's body, laid his body flat on his shoulder, and retrieved his head to reset it.

"Eternal life is above, may you sleep in peace and stay away from war."