I have to admit that the brutality of not being afraid of death, the physique trained in the difficult environment outside the fortress, and the relatively good weapons, the troops of the Gongsun family were taken to the Central Plains, and the ordinary infantry could not resist it at all in the field, even if it was a mechanically trained Qingzhou army, it would be more difficult to deal with.

It's not that they're not strong, and they're by no means general! However, it is not possible to attack the city!

Such a short ice wall isolated more than 18,000 brave Liaodong warriors, attacked several times in a row, and all of them were beaten back by the Qingzhou army relying on a large number of heavy bows and heavy crossbows.

was locked in this big and terrible cage, and this veteran of the Gongsun family could only hope that the Gongsun family governor who was far away in Xiangping would send someone to save him.

With 20,000 troops, accounting for one-fifth of the total strength of the Gongsun clan and one-half of the elite soldiers, Gongsun Kang was really reluctant to give up, but his urgency fell into Wang Hou's calculations.

It's finally Zhao Yun's turn to sing the leading role!

In later generations, Liaoning was known as six mountains, one water and three fields, except for the Yanshan Mountains in the west, the plain area was actually quite considerable, and in October it had begun to soar in Liaodong in the snow and knife wind, in the cold weather, thousands of infantry covered the bearded and rough old face with a leather shield with a plush edge, and marched in the ice and snow with a scolding grin.

The ears are full of the sharp sound made by the howling wind, the face is slightly exposed, and the wood will be frozen for a while, in such a difficult environment, all the Liaodong soldiers are full of complaints, if the resentment can defeat the enemy army, now Wang Hou is estimated to be cut by a thousand knives.

"Damn, this hell weather, are Xiangping's grandfathers' heads caught in the door? This cold winter wax moon expedition! ”

Choked by the cold wind again, a heavy infantry with a fur shield in the front row couldn't help but mutter, but as soon as he finished speaking, the general in front of him suddenly reined in his horse and raised his hand backwards suddenly, thinking that the complaint just now had been heard, so frightened that the soldier couldn't help but tremble.

However, the main general did not settle accounts with him, and after waving his hand to stop the army, he looked forward with a confused and stunned face, and after listening to the wind for a few seconds, the main general of Liaodong suddenly turned around again, and pointed his finger at the neck of the soldier who had just complained.

Father?

He pointed to his nose in a daze, looking at the impatient expression of the general, the soldier who said a lot of words still reluctantly walked out of the military formation, and while covering his face with his sleeves, he leaned forward with difficulty.

His ears were full of whistling winds, his face was slightly exposed from the gap in his sleeves, he could be blown by the wind, covering his face, under the gaze of thousands of troops, he walked forward in the snow for more than a hundred steps, and suddenly, it seemed that he finally noticed something, in the solemn gaze of the Liaodong general, the soldier was full of horror and sluggishness, but he did not run away or shouted or anything, but only turned around in fear and waved his hand violently at the army.

Sou~

Puff~

A stream of blood came out of his neck, and the whole person fluttered and fell into the snow at once, this scene no longer needs any words to express a hint, and the Liaodong general on the horse shouted loudly.

"Enemy attack! Fight the enemy! ”

The straw boots woven by Ula grass creaked in the snow, and in a panicked shout, the Liaodong infantry with guns took the lead in running anxiously to the front, and the archers pressed behind, and the cavalry on both sides also scattered and crouched, ready to deal with the sudden attack at any time.

In the annoyed shouting, the attack had already arrived, with the blizzard roaring, a heavy armor-piercing arrow shot head-on, poof, the spearman with the arrow in the chest threw the gun, scratched forward with both hands as if he wanted to catch something, staggered two or three steps before he knelt down in the snow, and the bright red blood quickly spread out in the white snow.

The casualties stimulated the Yan army's fear even more, and this time without even waiting for the general's order, the archers behind had already shot out the arrows on the bowstring, and in the sound of swishing, the rain of arrows ten times denser than the arrows shot back was shot back, and it was a full three rounds.

But the front is full of colorful snow and fog, the visibility is only a few tens of meters, you can't see the results of the shooting, except for the sound of the wind, there is not even the scream and echo of the arrow, the arrow is shot, but it makes people feel more weak and frightened.

Staring at the white expanse in front of him, Yan Liaojun's bodies were close together, a mouthful of hot breath smoke and dust floated on his head, and a pair of eyes stared at the front of him in fear, but when everyone was staring intently at the unknown ahead, they didn't pay attention to the leeward direction behind them, and black shadows also emerged like powerful ghosts.

Burst~

In the slight sound of the arrow, a Liao soldier at the end of the battle formation fell down without a snort, but the arrow penetrated his body, and the hot blood sprayed on the armor of the infantry in front, making him finally turn around in astonishment.

Stunned, he saw that there was no one behind him, and the comrades who were shot to death quietly collapsed to the ground, the blood had dyed the white snow red, and then raised his head, the white cloak was swept by the gale like a ghost, and the tall black shadow had a sharp horse lance under his armpit, and the cold light pierced the pupils, which was already a few meters in front of him.

He wanted to scream, but fear grabbed him deep in his throat like an invisible hand, and in the silent fear, he trembled so much that he could no longer move, and watched the sharp lance pierce his chest from far and near.

Finally, the moment the blade entered his body, the sharp pain finally overcame the fear, and in the terrible roar, he finally roared out the cry held in his throat.

"Woo~~~"

Unfortunately, it was too late! When the comrade beside him looked back in astonishment, the second lance had already pierced his spine with a whistling shot, and the sharp spear carried him forward violently.

It's too late, it's fast, almost in an instant, countless horses and lances fiercely pierced into the back of the Yan Liao army with their backs to them, made of Mount Tai ore, the tenacious lance sharpened by the cooling and grinding of the Rizhao Lianhe water is like the horns of a bull, and even the Yan Liao sergeant who was pierced was picked up and flew out, the hot blood was like raindrops pouring over the heads of others, and the thick army was easily torn apart like the butter of a hot knife, and in the plains blown by the blizzard, Cavalry like a god descended from heaven to slaughter unprepared infantry with impunity.

"Turn back and fight!"

It was also full of disbelief and turned around, and in the next second, the face was completely hideous, holding a big gun and kicking the horse back, the main general of the Yanliao army roared heartbreakingly, but roared twice in a row, and the pro-soldiers beside him did not move, but looked behind him with a face full of fear.

Something also understood in his heart, his sturdy body trembled together, twisted his head, he turned his head behind him fearfully and with difficulty, but this time, the head only turned a third of the way, and then it stopped abruptly, and in the next second, the clicking sound brought up endless blood, and the lance was swung out as light and precise as a ghost, and the commander who stood at the edge of the front corner of the army swirled and flew out, and his frozen face still had horror and incredulity.

In the sound of the horse's hooves stepping on the snow, Zhao Yun seemed to have done a trivial thing, his face was normal, and he only slightly lowered the lance after the long lance thorn, when Wang Hou gave him countless patterns, the delicate tiger roar and bright silver armor dazzled into the pupils of those stunned Liaodong infantry, and then the next second they were greeted by the extreme cold from the throat.

In the war of the cold weapon era, 80 percent of the casualties were caused by being chased and killed from behind after the collapse of the troops, and on the plains, the cavalry was still good to run, but once the infantry lost the protection of the formation, it was the meat on the chopping board of others, and no one knew this in their hearts after being a soldier for many years.

But it doesn't mean that it can be maintained, in the face of fear, people can't control themselves, the two cavalry broke through the formation one after the other, in the blizzard, thousands of Liaodong infantry were like sheep that lost the restraint of the shepherd, scattered and fled in the big snow shell of the cold wind howling in Liaodong, and then it was like a lamb to be slaughtered, and the cavalry who were chased up were killed one by one in the pure white snow, and bright red plum blossoms bloomed in the snow.

Whew~Whew~

In the violent wheezing, as if to burst out all the heat in the body, a young Yan Liao soldier dragged his heavy legs as if they were filled with lead, and ran away in great fright, but how could two legs run over four legs, behind, the wheezing sound of the war horse was still getting closer and closer, and even less than three or four meters away behind him, the screams of his comrades and the sound of the blade penetrating the body clearly came into his ears.

But the more this is the case, the more prone the body is to make mistakes, and suddenly, the thick Ula straw boots on his feet kicked heavily on a stick in the snow, and with a plop, Yan Liaojun, who was wearing a thick leather jacket, fell directly to the snow.

Frightened turned over, was defeated, chased and killed for so long, these ghost-like cavalry were completely in sight for the first time, whether it was a person or a war horse, the body was wrapped in a layer of white cotton, even the hard plate armor was wrapped in it, under the white helmet, but there was a hideous eye of a ghost mask, only one of the eye sockets was exposed, the white cotton cloth on the horse's neck had been dyed red, and a large string of hanging was all hideous human heads with fearful faces.

Looking at himself, the eyes on the ghost mask showed a hideous look, and the ghost rider raised his lance again.

But at this moment, even in the howling north wind, the sharp and piercing horn sound came clearly, and the body of the ghost knight who was about to charge and assassinate with his lance seemed to be summoned by magic, and froze there, and the young Yan Liaojun looked at him with a stupid look in his frightened eyes, and the knight actually pulled the reins of the horse and turned the horse's head.

Squeak ~ click ~

In the harsh and harsh sound of the knife, the head with the ice ballast was cut off and became the devil's next collection, and it was hung on the horse's neck, taking advantage of this scene, holding the cold and biting earth, the young Yan Liaojun stood up and wanted to escape, however, he was only halfway up from standing up, and he froze in place.

Suddenly, the knight turned his head again, his eyes were red with an incomparably cruel murderous aura, but with an uncomfortable banter, in his eyes, he was like a rabbit that could be hunted at any time, and in an instant, the young Yan Liao soldier was completely frightened as if he had been poured from head to foot by the cold water.

Appearing like ghosts, the riders disappeared into the snow like ghosts, easily obscuring their footprints, as if they had never been there, had they not been left there with severed heads.

The pupils were filled with unforgettable fear, and the young Yan Liao soldiers trembled and ran for their lives in the snowfield......