Zhang Liao's vanguard army entered Yanmen County from the northwest of Xianyu County, through Loufu, and began to run in the direction of Yanmen Pass.

At the same time, Zhang Fei's Taihang Black Cavalry also went straight to Pingcheng from the Huo people in the northeast mountainous area of Xianyu County, and his combat mission was to cut off the connection between Dai County and the Xianbei people near Yanmen Pass, and Pingcheng was the midpoint of this road.

Settled in Pingcheng, as the stronghold of the Taiyuan Black Cavalry, to help Pingcheng defend the city, but also to harass behind enemy lines.

The dust raised by the horses' hooves mixed with the anxiety in the air at the boundary of Yanmen County.

It's muddy.

The new army from Taiyuan, facing the aliens who invaded the defense line of their homeland, is about to show its strength for the first time.

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Zhuang Xinghe has been retired for many years.

He chose to stay away from the capital and went to Yanmen Pingcheng to live in seclusion.

Heijo is not big, there are not many people, although it is on the border, but normal life is free and peaceful.

Although in the winter after the autumn harvest, there will always be a small group of Xianbei people who take the path into Yanmen County and want to loot, but Pingcheng will not be affected much.

What's more, when Zhuang Xinghe was young, he was also a famous ranger, and his kung fu was not bad.

As for those reckless and honest Xianbei people, they are not enough for Zhuang Xinghe to kill alone.

Compared with Wang Yue, the Shandong giant who took the head of the Qiang tribe leader by himself, Zhuang Xinghe thought that he was inferior.

Even if the special existence of chivalry is only for the sake of personal force.

Let him lead the army to fight that is impossible, let him kill, he will.

Zhuang Xinghe knew that he could be ten people and a hundred enemies, but if he wanted to really kill a thousand people and ten thousand enemies, he still had to be a battlefield general.

It is this kind of clarity of his own positioning that Zhuang Xinghe has lived until he can live in seclusion in the border city.

Pingcheng is not big, but fortunately, Zhuang Xinghe met her.

A person worthy of his protection, someone who will accompany him for the rest of his life in Heijo.

Today's Pingcheng is still very quiet.

Zhuang Xinghe got up and prepared to give his wife Zhou Li some new tricks.

It's an interesting name.

Zhuang Xinghe is a commoner's son, with only two names and no words.

And his wife Zhou Zhou, because Zhuang Xinghe heard her say that her ideal was to open an inn in Pingcheng, and then he was the boss, and she was the boss, Zhuang Xinghe called her Zhou Ideal since then.

Zhou Zhou naturally did not agree to Zhuang Xinghe's forcible title on her, and whenever Zhuang Xinghe called her Zhou Ideal, she would always threaten him with force.

Zhou Zhou didn't know Zhuang Xinghe's former identity.

And she herself used to be a ranger in the Central Plains.

Zhuang Xinghe is a physician who opened a medical clinic in Pingcheng, and that day he met her who was injured and fled to Pingcheng, treated her injuries and cured her illness, and deceived the enemies who pursued her.

Then, although Zhou Zhou was penniless, Zhuang Xinghe still took her in, took care of her, and healed her injuries.

Well......

Zhuang Xinghe looked at the sparse autumn snow outside the window, blew off the thin snow on the windowsill, went to the chicken coop to catch a chicken into the house, and slowly processed it.

Today he plans to make chicken soup for Zhou Ideal.

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the chicken soup can warm up the body.

He was looking forward to when Zhou Ideal would renew the incense to his old dealer.

Dealing with the chicken in his hand, Zhuang Xinghe suddenly thought of slapping Zhou Li on his table after he was ready.

"You Zhuang Xinghe, I will cover it every week in the future! If anyone dares to bully you in the future, I will help you hack him to death! ”

A girl who is obviously very beautiful, like a hooligan leader.

But Zhuang Xinghe fell hopelessly in love with this petite girl who was picked up by himself.

It's a good feeling to be covered.

This day is not small, Zhou Zhou is still lying in bed, Zhuang Xinghe smiled helplessly, his smile was full of doting.

Skillfully handling the chickens in his hands, Zhuang Xinghe moved his eyes to the window.

He saw something he didn't really want to see.

Beacon fire.

Zhuang Xinghe knows this warning signal, and he can make a beacon fire, I'm afraid it's not a small formation, but fortunately, his medical hall is in Pingcheng, so there should be no problem.

He was tired of killing, and he was tired of fighting.

If Pingcheng really fell, he would just run away with Zhou Zhou.

Wrong...... It should be Zhou Zhou who took him away.

Zhuang Xinghe continued to deal with the old hen in his hand.

It doesn't matter how the world is, it still matters every week.

Time flies.

Slipped away at Zhuang Xinghe's fingertips.

He also heard a bigger movement, it seemed that the garrison in the city was moving, and the garrison in Pingcheng was not much, and it was only when they poured out of the nest that this kind of movement could happen.

Zhuang Xinghe frowned, I don't know what will happen this time, he lives in Pingcheng well, he doesn't want to move his nest.

Chivalry is such a group of people.

Chivalry, it's just that when they are in a good mood, they follow the will of the people.

At the end of the day, they are still a bunch of refined egoists.

Even if Zhuang Xinghe is in seclusion, he is like that in his bones.

"Lao Zhuang!"

Zhuang Xinghe heard a familiar and coquettish shout, and smiled when he heard the sound, Zhuang Xinghe had almost just dealt with the old hen that he had picked out.

"Here we are."

In response, he put some of the ingredients he had learned from others into the old hen's belly, filled it with water, and began to stew.

After wiping his hands on his clothes, he went back to the house and helped Zhou Zhou, who had just woken up, to arrange his makeup.

Bright eyes and bright teeth, and a delicate face.

Zhou Zhou, as a heroine, has an image and temperament that is definitely passable.

It's a pity that in the past few years, she has been raised like a pig by Zhuang Xinghe, and she has been spoiled.

It's not that she doesn't work, it's just that Zhuang Xinghe feels sorry for her, so she mainly uses chopping wood to review and practice swordsmanship every day.

"Earlier today, why was the street so noisy, I sounded like the army was moving, did you hear Lao Zhuang?"

Zhou Zhou muttered, she also planned to take the new cloth she had woven these days to exchange for some money to buy a pot of good wine for Zhuang Xinghe.

Although she didn't like Zhuang Xinghe to drink, she felt distressed when she watched him gluttonous.

Let's be indulgent.

"Listen, the beacon fire and wolf smoke are also burning, I'm afraid that there are Xianbei people who are coming to fight the autumn wind, I don't know if there is something in Pingcheng, if there is, I have to take me away from the ideal woman."

Zhuang Xinghe smiled and helped Zhou Zhou brush his hair.

"Hmph."

After a few hums, the little couple started their daily leisure days again.

But today is much special.

Because before noon, they heard shouts and killings outside the city and some busy and chaotic voices around them.

"Doctor Zhuang! Physician Zhuang! ”

A short time later, there was a quick knock and shouting at the door outside their house.

Zhuang Xinghe could hear that it was the shopkeeper of the old Ji family opposite, and he didn't know what was going on with him.

The little couple glanced at each other, then straightened their clothes, prepared the hidden weapon in the clothes, and went straight to open the door.

Even if you retire, you have to be cautious.

Of course, Zhou Zhou didn't notice Zhuang Xinghe's movements, she just stood behind Zhuang Xinghe, with a short sword in her sleeve, guarding Zhuang Xinghe.

The door opened, and it was really Lao Ji, who was sweating profusely, breathing rapidly, his cheeks were red, and he seemed to be very nervous.

"What's going on?"

Zhuang Xinghe looked at Lao Ji's situation strangely, not like he was sick, but more like he was running too fast.

"Zhuang... Doctor Zhuang, Xianbei people are here. ”

Lao Ji was a little out of breath and told Zhuang Xinghe what he knew.

"Isn't that the defenders of Heijo Castle?"

Zhuang Xinghe thinks that Xianbei people are here, and it shouldn't have much to do with him, right?

"It's gone! It's all gone! ”

Lao Ji's face was full of sorrow.

"The captain went out of the city with the defenders, saying that he wanted to defeat the Xianbei dog in the field."

"But who would have thought that there were few people calling for battle, and there were many people in ambush, and the two thousand defenders of Pingcheng were lost like this! Now that Heijo has been fenced off, the water is impassable! ”

"Pingcheng ordered the people to defend the city together, and he himself went up to the city wall to change his armor, you said that such an old man, he still defended the city, and our neighbors called to bring the guys up to the city wall to help."

"That's why I'm calling you."

After Lao Ji finished speaking, without waiting for Zhuang Xinghe to answer, he turned his head and ran towards the other house.

"I'll call the next family, if Doctor Zhuang can, save the injured soldiers on the city wall, most of them are also the children of our Pingcheng family."

Lao Ji's fat body ran up.

The writhing look is stupid, and it looks very funny.

But Zhuang Xinghe didn't laugh.

He glanced at Zhou Zhou seriously, and the two looked at each other for a long time and nodded.

Zhuang Xinghe went into the house to get the medicine box, Zhou Zhou went to get the weapon, and the couple planned to go to the city wall to have a look.

"Lao Zhuang, shall we run?"

When Zhou Zhou packed up his weapons, he asked faintly.

"Let's go to the city wall first, and then look for a chance to run, alas, take your belongings."

Zhuang Xinghe carefully counted the tools in his medicine box.

"Uh-huh."

Zhou Zhou is equipped with two swords and a strong suit, but he has returned to the former heroine style.

The young couple locked the door of their house and hurried towards the city wall of Pingcheng.

From afar, they could see that there were a lot of people on the city wall, and there were only a few soldiers, most of them were people in the city, and they brought their own tools to accompany the surviving hundreds of square city defenders to confront each other on the city wall.

Squeezed onto the city wall, the little couple arrived at the west gate of Pingcheng, which was the front of the siege of the Xianbei tribe.

Looking at the dense Xianbei people, even the well-informed Zhuang Xinghe gasped.

Where did so many Xianbei people come from?

At least, there are 50,000.

Heiseong is just a small city, and now there are only a few hundred defenders left, and thousands of people are here to help.

But that doesn't mean it's a small border town.

"The Han people of Pingcheng! Open the door and dedicate the city, we will not kill! ”

More than a dozen Xianbei cavalry rushed from a distance, arrived at the gate of Pingcheng, and shouted at the people on the city wall.

"Whoosh!"

Zhuang Xinghe saw an arrow shot out of the city, but it didn't hit anyone, because the force was not great, but it still hit the horse of the Xianbei people who were shouting.

This arrow is the attitude of the Han people in Pingcheng.

He looked up.

Not far from him, directly above the city gate, Pingcheng Ling was dressed in military uniform, his hair was white, but he looked at the Xianbei cavalry under the city with blazing eyes, holding a longbow in his hand.

Are the countrymen dead in the mountains and rivers?

Zhuang Xinghe was silent.

He knew that the old city order that shot this arrow was not a military general, but a scribe.

I like to visit the neighborhoods in the city, and I speak gently and modestly.

It is hard to imagine that a gray-haired old Confucian would shoot an arrow so generously and decisively.