Chapter 3 Yangguan (Eight Below)

"Woo woo woo

All the Wyvern guards who had not yet died each held a horse and stood silently behind the wall of the car, their helmets glowing with a hint of dawn.

With 70 remnants of the army, the 600 enemy army was defeated, and even if they were victorious, many brothers were destined to never see the sun again this morning. However, no one used serious injuries as an excuse to escape.

They are a group of proud young people, a group of young tigers and leopards, even if their bodies are covered with wounds, they cannot lower their noble heads and seek protection from wild dogs.

Hexi officials and thieves are approaching, 100 steps, 90 steps, 80 steps, and the car wall is standing still.

The officials and thieves in Hexi continued to approach, eighty steps, seventy steps, sixty steps, and the car wall stood still.

The sound of a dragon's horn was the only sound behind the wall, no angry roar, no timid weeping. They just stood quietly, standing, waiting for the last moment to come.

The sudden silence on the battlefield made a group of Hexi officials and thieves feel very unreliable. I don't know who took the lead, and a shout sounded in the fish scale array. "Ahh

"Ahh

The walls remained unmoved.

Everyone, from the Wyvern Guards to Minzhuang, clenched their weapons, their knuckles turned white from the cold wind.

Before the enemy could attack, all the wagons surrounding the camp had been emptied. As long as the enemy army enters the appropriate range, the gang leader Zhao Huaizhong will ignite all the swarms in front of the camp. Afterwards, Minzhuang was responsible for pushing the carriage away, and the Wyvern Guards immediately jumped on their mounts and rushed out of the camp, taking the enemy by surprise. When they cut into the center of the enemy formation, Wei Feng and Zhu Wuyi led Minzhuang to outflank and rush up from both flanks to launch the final blow against the wolves.

Wang Xun's arrangement was very simple, and he didn't have any actual combat experience, and he couldn't think of any clever strategies to break the enemy. Fortunately, the Gulitu on the opposite side is also mediocre in terms of arranging troops. Ge Shuhan paid too much attention to the blood ties of the same clan, and in just a few years, he promoted the Turks in the Hexi army to a key position like a reed, but there was no way to make their ability to lead the army to fight as quickly as an official position. The understanding of the descendants of these blue wolves is still at the level of "ants gather wolves and are not afraid of death", and they are not at all the same as those veterans who have really experienced a hundred battles.

Fifty steps, forty steps, the movement speed of the fish scale array suddenly increased. Behind the wall of the car, rows of crossbow arrows shot out and smashed into the shield like rain of plantains.

Crossbow arrows continued to pierce through the gaps in the shields, shooting through the Hexi officials and thieves who were hiding behind. The wounded fell to the ground and rolled and wailed, but none of the uninjured soldiers dared to stop to help. Gu Litu and his own soldiers walked in the last row of the fish scale array, and when they saw someone hesitating, they couldn't help but say that there was a knife in the head.

Since retreating is death, stopping is death, and moving forward may be the only way to survive. While howling, the officials and thieves moved their legs. Thirty steps, twenty-nine, twenty-eight. Near, near, those who were close behind the camp could already see their eyes clearly. Suddenly, Zhao Huaizhong grinned, poked the torch in his hand downward, and poked the medicine twist tied together.

More than a dozen fiery snakes scurried forward. All the Wyvern Guards raised their hands at the same time, shielding the eyes of the mounts next to them with a black cloth. The thing called "a swarm of bees" was offered by an alchemy Taoist priest on Zhongnan Mountain, and the craftsman had just mastered its manufacturing skills, and its performance was very unstable. Except for a few Wyvern Guards, who were fortunate enough to witness the effect of their test launches, the other military towns had never seen the real thing at all. This time, I don't know which Lang official of the military department was dizzy, and he actually allocated such a sharp weapon to defend the city as an offensive object to the four towns of Anxi.

The Hexi official thieves on the opposite side were also stunned by the sudden fire snake, and the rhythm of the attack stalled slightly. At this moment, thousands of fiery snakes sprang out of the large black boxes placed on the periphery of the camp, up and down, left and right, dragging their long tails, and penetrating everywhere.

"Demon Law!" A cry of fear immediately rang out from behind the scales. Battle flags, cloaks, helmets, everything that could be lit basically smoked from it. The dozen or so soldiers who rushed to the front threw down their shields and turned around and ran.

The fiery serpent chased after them from behind, biting their leather armor. The fear caused them to fall in the desert, rolling back and forth. In the screams, the smell of barbecue instantly reached everyone's nostrils. More Hexi soldiers dropped their weapons and fled in all directions.

"Stop, stop me!" Gulli was furious. Raise your horizontal knife and slash at it, trying to stop the panic from spreading. Standing at the end of the line, he could see clearly that the strange chests with fiery snakes quickly dimmed. Thousands of rockets flying into the air, although the momentum is huge, the actual damage caused is not as good as a wave of spears. But no one is willing to listen to him, and the officials and thieves who pretend to be ghosts and pretend to be ghosts have already imprinted their fear of ghosts and gods in the deepest part of their hearts. When he sees something he is not familiar with, he instinctively puts his hand on witchcraft.

"Withdraw, everyone retreat together! Keep in line! Helpless, Guli had no choice but to settle for the next best. Even if they lose this time, they will still outnumber the enemy more than twice as many as the enemy. I really couldn't gnaw on this hard bone, so I went to ask for help from other Hexi battalions stationed nearby. I believe that except for the Gao Barbarian who guarded the Yangguan Fortress, the other generals did not dare not give themselves this face.

A fierce sound of horses' hooves shattered his dream.

Behind the smoke of gunpowder, the Wyvern Janissaries rode out on horseback, their long lances in their hands flat, and the horses' hooves raised a cloud of golden dust.

Wang Xun rushed to the front of the team. Both hands clenched a long lance, and under the saddle hung a chain hammer that had just been picked up by Fang Ziteng. The sand is very soft, and the war horses cannot rush up at speed, but it is enough to deal with the chaotic Hexi officials and thieves.

The first victim in front of Wang Xun's war horse was a Uighur with a curly beard. Seeing the lance attacking, he actually forgot to dodge, and was instantly pierced through the chest by the lance. The long lance made by Datang's finest craftsmen from the finest materials in the world was quickly bent into an arc under the reaction force of the impact. Immediately, the lance bounced straight to the ground, lifted the wounded off the ground, threw it out more than two zhang high by inertia, and swept over the heads of other Hexi soldiers with a scream.

"Bah-" "Bah-" "Uh-" The dull crashing sound was endless. The team leader Fang Ziling and the team leader Zhou Deshu protected Wang Xun left and right, forming a sharp blade. The other Wyvern Praetorian Guards followed, stabbing into the enemy line and driving straight in.

The fish scale array, which had long been incomplete, quickly collapsed, and the Hexi soldiers were defeated one after another, but there were also individual veterans with rich combat experience who began to react correctly. They huddled back to back, three or five people in a small group. Then they echo each other and slowly converge with each other.

If they are allowed to gather, they will be wasted. Wang Xun turned his horse's head and rushed over, using a long lance to disperse a group of opponents. This was a fatal mistake, and the brothers behind him followed him and turned their horses' heads and pounced on the cohesive warbands. The speed of the horse, which was already unfast, was instantly slowed down to a minimum, and some of the guards even had to stop to avoid the lance accidentally injuring their own robes.

"Come on! Lord Geshu is looking at it! A burly Hexi military captain saw the opportunity and rushed towards the nearest Wyvern guard with his weapon high. The two sides are one step and the other is on the horse, and the flexibility gap is very large. Soon, the Wyvern Praetorian Guard had to jump off his mount and use his side-the-hand sword to wrestle with Captain Hexi. Several Hexi soldiers who were cornered took the opportunity to counterattack together, trapping the Wyvern Guards in the middle and slashing them indiscriminately.

"Come on, don't embarrass Lord Geshu!" Captain Hexi, who had succeeded in his hand, continued to shout and try to rally more of his comrades. Zheng, the elder of the Flying Dragon Praetorian Guard, was closest to him, and he had to lead a few brothers to turn their horses to meet him. In terms of skill, the Praetorian Guards had the upper hand. In terms of combat experience, the Hexi soldiers were slightly superior. The two sides soon became entangled and inseparable. The horses fell to the ground one after another, and the Wyvern Guards jumped off their wounded mounts and fought on foot. A Hexi soldier was slashed by Lao Zheng with a horizontal knife, and the wound was cracked from the shoulder to the hip bone. Before he died, this person suddenly became ruthless, screamed and fell down, and hugged Lao Zheng's legs tightly.

Gang Elder Zheng turned his blade and cut the neck of the desperate. At that moment, a cold light struck from the side and sank into his ribs. "Ugh!" Gang Elder Zheng's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief. Slowly, he took a few steps back and stabbed the knife at his side. Standing, face facing east, kneeling, dead without blinking.

"Lao Zheng!" Zhao Huai, the leader of the gang who came at the end, saw this scene clearly. Instigated the war horse and swooped down on the murderer. He used his lance to pick off the murderer, and he was also encircled by himself. Five Hexi soldiers stared at him at the same time, running back and forth around the mount. Zhao Huaizhong blocked left and right, and was in a hurry. With an oversight, the crotch mount was slashed by the enemy, and he fell with a scream. Before his feet could be caught, he leapt away from his stirrups and swung his knife at his nearest enemy. The hand rises, and the knife falls. The sharp horizontal knife slashed through the opponent's collarbone, several inches deep. The opponent was killed instantly, and the horizontal knife was also stuck in the corpse and could not be pulled out. Zhao Huaizhong quickly jumped back, dodging the sword light that slashed at him alternately. Then he lowered his head, picked up a shield from the sand that he didn't know who threw it away, and smashed it around.

One of the enemy soldiers was smashed in the nose and screamed backwards. Another enemy rushed forward, was knocked unconscious by his shield, and fell. Zhao Huaizhong snatched a horizontal knife from this person's hand and continued to shout and fight. The third enemy did his sword, and the fourth had an arm cut off by him. Then, a horizontal knife slashed him from behind, causing a wound more than two feet long.

The strength quickly slipped away from his body, and Zhao Huaizhong turned his head and looked at the Hexi soldier who attacked him from behind. The other party is also a Tang man, about the same age as him, and his black eyes are also full of fear. Seeing Zhao Huaizhong turn around, he was so frightened that he quickly retreated, tripped over his foot by the corpse, and fell on his back to the sky.

Just swing the knife one more time and you can avenge yourself. Zhao Huaizhong suddenly gave up this plan, and before the blood dried up, he also poked the horizontal knife into the desert, facing the direction of the rising sun, slowly knelt down, and his body was supported on the knife, and he did not move.

He is a native of Chang'an, and half a year ago, with his extraordinary ability, he stood out among tens of thousands of participants and became a flying dragon guard.

Wyvern Guard, the minions of the Son of Heaven.

Now, the old dragon bell in Chang'an has abandoned them. But they can't forget to abandon their homeland.

Wei Feng and Zhu Wuyi each brought more than 100 Minzhuang from the wings to join the battle group.

Overjoyed, Gu Li tried to regain his spirits and lead his cronies to fight back.

The enemy and the enemy are mixed together, you have me, I have you.

There were people screaming and falling, and people stepping on the blood of their robes and throwing them into battle. With the exception of those who fled first, both sides forgot their original intentions. Just carrying weapons, slashing and stabbing, either you die or I die.

In the melee, the war horse has completely become a burden. All of the Wyvern Guards jumped off their mounts, brandishing their weapons and fighting their own battles. In numbers, they are far inferior to their opponents. Although the people had arrived, they were isolated on the periphery of the battlefield and could not provide the most direct support. Wang Xun, Fang Ziling, and Lao Zhouren tried several times to reintegrate the guards under their command into a whole, but under the deliberate resistance of the enemy, they failed several times.

"Immortal Heaven bless the Turks!" Seeing that the brothers under his command have rich experience in fighting, they are about to engulf the Wyvern Praetorian Guard. Gullitu laughed excitedly. "Kill all these fools! The wolf god is watching from the Tianshan Mountain!! ”

"Kill, kill, kill!" The fierce Hexi soldiers who were inspired by the blood light howled in unison, like a group of beasts that had not seen the smell of meat for a long time.

"Lao Tzu will kill you first!" Following the shouting, Wang Xun finally found his goal today. Discarding the opponent he had caught against him, he turned and pounced on Gullitu.

"Immortal Heaven bless the Turks!"

"For General Geshu!"

Hexi's soldiers were like crazy, blocking in front of him, one after another.

Worship ghosts and gods and stay away. Wang Xun didn't know who he was fighting for. was framed by the ministers, abandoned by the boss, and chased and killed by the Hexi army, and their group of guards has long become unfounded. Gulitu and the others insisted on fighting for Geshuhan, for the immortal heaven, and for the wolf god in the hearts of the Turks. What are you guys for?

Wang Xun had no answer in his heart. However, if you don't fight, you will only have a dead end. "For our own sake!" In the midst of the cacophony, he finally made his own voice. "For our own sake, brethren, kill!" Tears suddenly flowed out of his eyes, leaving two clear marks on his blood-covered face.

"For our own sake, let's kill!" Fang Ziteng followed behind Wang Xun, not falling an inch. Lao Zhou stopped and blocked the enemy troops from the flank. Several Wyvern guards desperately stepped forward and used their bodies to block an offensive channel for Wang Xun.

There was no imperial court, no object of allegiance, and the moment they left Chang'an, they had become a group of outcasts.

From today onwards, they fight only for themselves.

In order to allow the souls of the dead to return to their homeland.

In order that the living will no longer bear the burden of shame.

"Die!" Wang Xun picked up the chain hammer and smashed the head of a Hexi soldier standing in front of him.

"Die!" Knocking a horizontal knife from the side, he strode past, ignoring his bewildered opponent. Fang Ziteng stepped forward and slashed at the enemy who had lost his weapon. Then he didn't look at the effect and continued to catch up with Wang Xun's footsteps.

"Die, die!" More Wyvern guards gathered and followed behind Wang Xun again. Like a re-quenched blade, it plunges straight into the heart of the enemy.

Kill, brethren! For our own sake!

For our own sake!