Despair came sooner than expected.

It was night, and Gao Yangjun woke up in the dark.

There was silence all around, and he gasped loudly in the darkness, sweat on his forehead. He vaguely saw Kunxi next to him pressing his body, snorting fiercely somewhere outside the hall. He listened attentively, and there was a noise.

Then there was a lot of running footsteps and the sound of the collision of the armor on his body outside the door, he turned over and jumped, waiting to put on the armor, a group of people had approached the door, someone knocked on the door and shouted: "Childe, my king! The barbarians have attacked the city, someone has killed the city wall, General Wei is still leading the army to resist, please be ready to withdraw from the city with us at any time!"

Gao Yangjun grabbed a long sword placed next to the couch - the sword left by his father, "Kunxi!" he shouted, and at the same time quickly stepped open the door, Kunxi rushed out with him.

Outside the door, guards stood in a cluster, and he looked up into the distance, and the fires reflected in the night sky in the distance.

"Prepare the horses, defend the city!" Gao Yangjun shouted, and strode away with his sword. "My king!" a guard stretched out his hand to stop him, but he pushed him away. Kunxi, who had a huge body, had already run away.

The horses' hooves were flying, and in the middle of the night there were people in the city who did not know where to run, and a group of sergeants were called up to the city with torches to defend themselves against the enemy, and everything was restless, and when they approached the city wall, the shouts of killing and the sound of the blades were endless, and the sound of trumpets was melodious and passionate.

Gao Yangjun turned over and jumped off the horse, galloped up the steps, and Kunxi, who had been in front, had already jumped onto the city wall, and a deafening tiger roar was followed by exclamations and screams.

Gao Yangjun also ran up the city wall, he froze for a while, his eyes were full of soldiers fighting for life and death, there were still brute soldiers who kept climbing the wall and jumped into the city, some people cut down the enemy who was climbing up, but they were cut down to the ground by those who had attacked the city.

The shouts under the city shook the sky, and the trumpets of the barbarians kept ringing. The guards behind him had rushed forward. Kunxi's white figure kept leaping in the crowd, blood splattering everywhere he went.

Gao Yangjun watched and listened to this, and a strong and trembling riot rose in his heart, which was what his ancestors had left in his blood, "Ah!" he shouted and raised his sword to kill the crowd.

He fought, he was the son of the head of the Kou, since he was a child, people kept asking him to die, he killed people, because he didn't kill, he died because he was the one who guarded him, but this was his first war.

"Boom!" his sword hit the enemy's blade, his arm really felt the violent concussion, the shock hurt him, the rough and hideous cheeks in front of him rushed towards him, he subconsciously dodged sideways, his wrist flipped flexibly, a sword light instantly slashed towards the body that rushed to the front, a blood splashed in the air, the barbarian screamed, but he had already turned around, the scimitar drew an arc, "Bang!" Another violent collision sent his blade burst into flames, and he was knocked back a few steps, his arm almost numb, while the wounded brute in front of him stared at him with bloodshot eyes, like an immortal demon rushing towards him without a breath.

A huge body slammed the opponent to the ground from the side, Kun Xifu opened his mouth and quickly twisted and bit in the roar of the barbarians under him, blood rushed out, it raised its head, the tiger's eyes emitted a fierce light, and the mouth flowing with bright red blood suddenly opened, and let out a deafening tiger roar towards Gao Yangjun.

Gao Yangjun instantly realized that he retreated without looking back, but his back had been smashed hard, cold and sharp pain crossed, his armor was broken, he was stabbed, reflexively swung his sword, the blade was blocked, he felt that the blood in his whole body had rushed to his head, the pain was left behind him, he shouted and raised his sword to hit the enemy, Kunxi jumped up again and pounced on the opponent.

He looked around a little, and saw that someone had climbed up and stood on the wall, so he stepped forward quickly, stabbed the sword in his hand, and the brute soldier who had a stable foothold put the blade in front of him, a grid, he struggled to deviate from the blade, turned around and swung again, even stabbing, but there was a blade whistling behind his ears, he turned sideways, the blade behind him split on the city wall and burst out of sparks, the enemy on the wall jumped up under cover, his body turned around and raised his legs when his center of gravity was lost, and kicked the opponent in the abdomen, the person's body curled backwards in the air, and fell down the city wall with a scream, and at this moment the blade came again, he took advantage of the momentum to curl up to the side and rolled, dodging the blade, and when he got up, a brute had jumped out of the wall again。

The shouts and trumpets of the city were incessant, and the sound of the fierce banging on the city gate vibrated as he caught a glimpse of the barbarian army pouring under the city.

When the two brutes saw him as a young man, they roared and laughed and rushed towards him, he raised his sword to strike, and his body turned flexibly to dodge, but he only had the power to parry.

A heavy sword reached his shoulder, blocking the falling saber, Gao Yangwei's majestic and awe-inspiring face flashed in front of his eyes, and he had already rushed forward, directly knocking the two barbarians back Zhang Yu. Gao Yangwei turned around and yelled at him: "There are barbarian thieves from all the gates, why don't you leave quickly!"

At this moment, Gao Yangjun's heart was on fire, and he no longer wanted to be the child who needed to be protected, he also hissed and shouted: "I'm not leaving!

Gao Yangwei blocked in front of him with a burly body, holding a heavy sword against two scimitars, a little slammed a push, the enemy couldn't help but retreat a few steps back, he quickly stepped forward and kicked in the chest of a person, the jumping body reversed with force, and the sword in one hand drew an arc heavily, with a scream, the heavy sword slashed into the shoulder and neck of the other person. The blood mist soared into the air, and the screams of the sword brute stopped abruptly, and the head slanted from the shoulder and neck to the other side, and then fell. The brute who was kicked away had raised his scimitar and slashed at Gao Yangwei's back quickly, but the blade stopped in mid-air, and the enemy looked down at his belly, which was Gao Yangjun's long sword piercing out of his abdomen, and blood soaked the tip of the sword, gurgling down. Gao Yangjun drew his long sword, and the enemy in front of him did not finish a dull snort, his body slanted down, and Gao Yangjun killed him.

Gao Yangwei immediately reached out and grabbed his shoulders tightly and shouted, "Hurry up! Don't let your father waste all his hard work!"

Gao Yangjun's eyes were stubborn and resolute, "My father wants me to become the real Gao Yang, and I will never leave!"

Gao Yangwei stared at his eyes fiercely, and after a moment, he softened, and the hand that grabbed his shoulder also relaxed his strength, and finally gave up the dissuasion, and retreated and raised his sword to meet the enemy who was coming to kill. Gao Yangjun also turned sideways and rushed to the other side without hesitation.

The enemy killed more and more, Gao Yangjun's face was splashed with blood, his body was already scarred, he gradually felt that his vision became blurred, and his limbs became numb, he could only subconsciously swing his sword, block, and slash. Fortunately, Kunxi always leaped beside him, and also attracted more enemies. In the void, he looked up and saw his own soldiers on the city wall fall one by one, and the number was no longer superior.

"The east gate has been breached, and the barbarians have entered!" someone shouted.

"You guys, follow me to the east gate to stop the enemy!" he heard Gao Yangwei's roar.

Gao Yangjun didn't know how long he could hold on, gasping loudly and then swinging his sword again and again, blocking, and slashing......

Suddenly he heard a louder shout, and in the blink of an eye the walls were crowded with many simple people, some of them armed with swords, and many more of them were holding rake and sickles, but one by one they stared at each other, and rushed at the fierce enemy in a rage.

"Kill the barbarians, otherwise our parents, wives and children will not be protected!" someone shouted. Someone was quickly cut down. However, no one flinched, and more and more of the city's citizens poured up, some fell, and more rushed forward, and together with the White Tiger soldiers, they forced the attacking enemy to retreat to the city wall.

The flame in Gao Yangjun's heart ignited again, his consciousness was immediately sober, and he shouted one after another, fighting bravely to kill the enemy......

Until the dawn of the morning, the soldiers retreated, and the city was there.

The ashes that had been extinguished everywhere still gave rise to a thick smoke, and the air was filled with the smell of scorching smoke and blood

Gao Yangjun was extremely tired and sat with his back against the city wall, Gao Yangwei stood on one side and looked out of the city, and Kunxi sat on one side. His sword was at his side.

The ground was littered with bloody corpses, and the remaining people were cleaning up the battlefield. The next culling may be coming soon.

Someone walked in front of him, and when he looked up, there were two citizens in regular clothes, an elderly man and a middle-aged man with a sturdy body.

He stood up, Gao Yangwei had already turned around and thanked the two of them first.

"No thanks, no thanks, we are also for the sake of the old and young wives and children not to be bullied and slaughtered by the barbarians, the White Tiger Hall has always been loyal, brave and upright, and I also implore my king and general to work hard, I only wish to retreat from the enemy as soon as possible!"

Gao Yangwei nodded heavily, "As long as we still have a breath, the city will be there, and the evil hand of the barbarian thief will not want to reach out to the old and weak in the city." ”

"There's someone out there!" someone suddenly shouted.

Gao Yangjun was shocked in his heart, and immediately turned around to look. When I looked closely, I saw a hundred zhang away, in front of the camp of the Chidan barbarians, on a jujube red horse, and a high-haired woman in gold and red clothes slowly drove the horse towards the city gate.

He immediately thought of something, turned his head to look at Gao Yangwei in shock, and saw that Gao Yangwei also looked at him with surprise.

There was already the sound of a bow on the city wall, and Gao Yangwei shouted: "Stop!"

There was no sound on the city wall for a moment, and everyone watched as the freshly dressed red horse approached calmly and calmly, until the city was full of corpses, and the woman looked up at them, showing a delicate and beautiful face.

Gao Yangwei said, "Let me go down!" Gao Yangjun and Kunxi followed.

They opened the gates of the city, and the red horse entered the city.

Gao Yangjun and they stood on the city road in front of the gate.

The woman in fresh clothes came to them a few feet away, dismounted, and walked up to them in a heroic manner, and bowed her knees and walked in ten thousand blessings.

Even Gao Yangjun, who was just a teenager, felt that this woman was beautiful and outstanding. He and Gao Yangwei immediately bowed and bowed in return.

"The lord of Chunyue County, Yu Shuyi, flew to pay homage to the king and general of Kunwu. ”

"Yu Shu......" Gao Yangwei asked puzzled, with a wary and hostile tone, "Why are you in the camp of the barbarians, and why are you here?"

The Yushu woman in front of her smiled, "Fei Fei is here to help King Kunwu, save Gaoyang's heroic bloodline and land, and protect the people of Mancheng safe and sound." ”

"How can you, a woman, a member of the Yushu clan, do this?"

"As long as King Kunwu is willing to endure a moment of humiliation for the sake of his clan people, regardless of sincerity or falsehood, and pays tribute to King Chidan Khan, I can guarantee that this time, the wolves on the grassland will put away their temperament and retreat obediently, without harming any of the city's citizens. The woman replied softly and firmly.

"Humiliation, even if you endure this humiliation, how can those words of those murderous beasts count!" Gao Yangwei scoffed.

"You can't count the words of killing birds and beasts, and I can't count my words, but the general should remember that the secret decree of the Xuanyuan clan that has been passed down in his hand for decades, that can always be counted, right?"

Gao Yangjun's heart was shocked again, she actually knew the secret decree, this will and prophecy from Emperor Xuanyuan, who had been secretly passed down for decades among the heads of the Gaoyang clan for several generations, from the surviving bloodline.

"Freshly clothed red horse, in the east in the desert, Nu Ning bravely, the ultimate Gaoyang!" its last sentence reads.