The city of Yanmen Pass is not big, although it is a border fortress city, but because of the long period of peace, there has been no war for many years, and the construction is neglected, and the city defense is not very solid. And because the city is small, the grain storage in the city is also very limited.

After the sergeants accompanying Yang Guang's northern tour were stationed at Yanmen Pass, there were more than 150,000 officers and soldiers in the city, and the grain stored in the city was only enough for these more than 150,000 people to eat for about 20 days. Now the Turkic army is pressing the border, and the situation is very dangerous.

The Turks came fiercely, and the Turks quickly captured thirty-nine of the forty-one cities in Yanmen County. Only Yanmen City, where the emperor was located, and Lao County, which was defended by Yang Xuan, the king of Qi, were still making their last struggle. Lai County is less than 100 miles south of Yanmen, and the defenders are extremely weak, and they are not able to defend themselves, and they have no strength to reinforce Yanmen. And if Yanmen is occupied, this county will also be self-defeating.

Facing Yanmen Pass, the Turkic army launched a frantic attack. The city wall of Yanmen was originally considered to be high, but due to disrepair, it was extremely fragile in the face of the fierce attack of the Turks, fortunately, at a critical juncture, Yang Guang ordered the city soldiers to demolish the houses in the city, and transported a large number of bricks and tiles and timber to the city head to strengthen the defense, and relied on the hard work of the defenders to resist this to this day.

Cheng Yanjin stood in the mountains and forests, looking at the Turkic cavalry that was attacking all over the mountains, and his face couldn't help but turn a little pale. There are too many enemies, and they are about to enter this Yanmen, but their thousands of men and horses are like a drop in the bucket, and they are afraid that they will not even be able to splash a small wave when they are put into these more than 300,000 Turkic cavalry, and they will be killed cleanly.

It's just that this Yanmen Pass has to be rescued, otherwise if Yang Guang's idiot is caught by this barbarian barbarian, all the heroes in the land of Middle-earth will immediately wipe their necks, and they will not have the face to meet the ancestors and ancestors underground!

Cheng Yanjin looked around anxiously, hoping to find out a weak point of the Turks and attack, which would not only solve the crisis of Yanmen Pass, but also not cause huge damage to his own men and horses. When his eyes fell on the rolling tent, an idea came to his mind.

Now the Turks are busy attacking Yanmen Pass, most of the cavalry have been sent to the front line, the rear camp is very empty, I remember that there is a famous battle example in history called Wei Wei to save Zhao, I can learn to use it, and lead my thousands of men and horses to make trouble there, kill people, set fire or something. Bubble-book_bar_first-hair

Anyway, there weren't many cavalry in that big battalion, and it was no problem to believe that I could lead my men to kill him three times in and three out. When the Turks saw their camp on fire, where could they still take care of the attack in the panic, so that the danger of Yanmen Pass would be lifted.

After thinking of countermeasures, Cheng Yanjin waved his right hand and led his men and horses towards the Turkic camp not far away. Along the way, they dealt with a few small patrolling groups of cavalry, and they finally managed to get into the Turkic camp.

Looking at the dense camp tent, Cheng Yanjin showed an excited expression on his face, he stretched out his tongue and licked his somewhat dry lips, and quietly assigned tasks to the centaurs behind him. The cavalry of the Wind Department followed him to kill people, those masters of the Black Mountain Department, hehe, just temporarily wronged them to set fire, it is best to burn all the tents that stretch for dozens of miles, so that these Turks who don't know what to do tonight should be quilted, and the ground will be a bed!

When his subordinates received their respective orders, Cheng Yanjin waved his hand, and suddenly more than 800 cavalry seemed to emerge from the ground, like a divine soldier and a heavenly general, rushing towards those stunned Turks. Between the cavalry charges, the sound of horses' hooves was faint and almost inaudible, but Cheng Yanjin ordered his subordinates to wrap the horses' hooves in soft cloth when he came.

There are not many cavalry left by the Turks in the big camp, and they did not expect that there would be an enemy from behind, but with the result of unintentional, the Turkic cavalry left behind did not form an effective resistance, and was killed by Cheng Biting Jin, and behind Cheng Biting Jin, a group of guys who were afraid that the world would not be chaotic were excitedly lit around with torches.

For a time, the entire Turkic camp was in chaos, with earth-shattering shouts of killing, the screams of the Turkic cavalry who had no time to escape in the tents surrounded by flames being burned alive, and the sound of the Turkic cavalry attacking the city under the Yanmen Pass in the distance intersected, resounding through the heavens and the earth.

Just when Cheng Yanjin and the others were rampage in the Turkic camp as if they were in a no-man's land, the Turkic cavalry who were attacking the city in the distance finally found that the smoke was billowing above their camp tents, and the flames were soaring into the sky.

Hacked to death a Turkic cavalry in front of him, Cheng Yanjin frowned as he looked at the enemy behind him who continued to rush up to intercept him without fear of death. The enemy in front of them was a bit strange, except for a small number of cavalry, and a large part of them looked not like well-trained sergeants at all, but like miscellaneous servants with the army.

Several of them were dressed as cooks, but now they were holding scimitars in their hands, as if they were frantically rushing up to block their path. The cavalry he led were all martial arts masters, and their martial arts skills were so high that even the regular Turkic cavalry could not resist in a one-on-one situation.

However, what made Cheng Yanjin unbelievable was that the centaurs he brought with him were simply a hell in reality for the Turks in front of him, but these Turks raised the scimitars in their hands and launched a desperate attack on this living death trap.

One by one, they were cut down to the ground, and those who were lucky enough to survive lay on the ground and let out a terrible scream, but the Turks behind did not seem to see the plight of their companions, and still rushed forward without hesitation.

Many Turks even crashed into their own ranks at great speed, as if they were intent on committing suicide, using their bodies to block the path of their cavalry. Such a desperate and fierce resistance is like a raging wave, wave after wave.

In the midst of this chaotic and noisy, deafening shouts of killing, there were more and more corpses of the Turks hacked to death on the ground, the screams of these people on the verge of death, the little sparks and deafening buzzing sounds from the intersection of the weapons of the two sides, the frightened war horses running in all directions with their long roars, dodging the relentless flames, and the terrifying screams of the Turks who were cut and lying on the ground and unable to move were trampled by the hooves of horses, these sounds were intertwined, making people feel as if they were in the hell of Shura.

Looking at the enemy in front of him who seemed to be inexhaustible, Cheng Yanjin became a little anxious, his cavalry had wasted a lot of time here, seeing that there were more and more enemies around him, this was the center of the Turkic camp, if he was surrounded by these people, he was afraid that it would be difficult to rush out.

Hatefully glanced at the big tent with a wolf's head not far away, and Cheng Yanjin reluctantly led his cavalry to bypass it. Seeing that those Turks just stayed where they were and didn't catch up, Cheng Yanjin only felt that the regret in his heart was expanding infinitely.

Originally, Cheng Yanjin was just running around in this rolling tent, but after rushing here, he encountered unexpected resistance. Obviously, the characters in the big tent with the wolf's head must be very important, otherwise the Turks would not have tried so desperately to stop themselves as if they were going to dig their ancestral graves.

It's a pity that there is not much time left for me, and the sound of rumbling horses' hooves can be heard in the distance, and I heard that the Turkic cavalry attacking the city has just returned to rescue the camp. If you don't leave, I'm afraid I'll stay here forever. It's a pity, I'm afraid there will never be more opportunities like this to be able to go deep into the Turkic camp in the future, let alone meet important people of the Turks.

Missing the opportunity to kill this important person really made Cheng Yanjin feel uncomfortable. At his level, it is not a skill to kill those ordinary Turkic cavalry, only by slaughtering important people such as the leader, can he brag about it in front of others in the future, and show his heroic nature. What's more, looking at this situation, the characters in this big tent are only afraid that their identities are not ordinarily important, if they can kill him, maybe the siege of Yanmen Pass will be solved.

Cheng Yanjin, who rushed to the front, looked back twice, and found that the Turks around the big tent did not scatter around and quickly extinguish the fire, but surrounded the big tent and stared around vigilantly.

There were a few martial arts masters from the Black Mountain Department who were setting fire to it and having fun, and seeing that the big tent was still intact, it was like rushing over to light the fire. As a result, they were all stopped outside, and the torches thrown out were also blocked by the Turks with their bodies.

The Turkic cavalry that came back to the rescue from a distance was getting closer and closer, and the deafening sound of horses' hooves was getting louder and louder.

Along the way, Cheng Yanjin and his men and horses did not love to fight, but just hacked to death those Turks who happened to be in the way of the way, but ignored those Turks who were not far from the road, and just rushed along the cleared road.

Just when Cheng Yanjin retreated with thousands of men and horses, the martial arts masters of the Black Mountain Department who stayed behind the broken back set fire to the Turkic tents that should be set on fire, cut off the ones that should be cut off, in short, did their best to set obstacles on the road along the way to delay the pursuit of those Turkic cavalry.

In this way, as if by a miracle, Cheng Yanjin led only a few thousand men and horses to rush and kill in the Turkic camp that stretched for dozens of miles for a long time, making the Turkic camp into chaos, and then ran out smoothly.

Standing in the distance and looking at the embarrassed Turkic camp, you look at me, I look at you, I can't hide the excitement on my face. Although the Turks were barbarians in their hearts, they were fierce and wild, and they were unusually fierce. They have both the ferocity of wolves and the cunning of wolves, and it is no exaggeration to say that this time the Turks are a pack of wolves in human skin.

What excites these thousands of centaurs is that they can come back unharmed after going around the wolf's den of the Turks, which is really unbelievable. Looking at the excited people and horses around him who couldn't calm down for a long time, Cheng Yanjin shook his head helplessly, if it weren't for the fact that those Turks were rescuing the camp now and had no time to pursue them, these thousands of people and horses were only afraid that half of them would be blessed by God.

Looking for a relatively hidden place, Cheng Yanjin ordered his subordinates to start counting the casualties, and when the results were reported, Cheng Yanjin was suddenly a little dumbfounded, and he was stunned for a long time.

The number of casualties among the people below is very small, Cheng Yanjin can understand, after all, most of these horses led by him are martial arts masters, and they are surprise sneak attack enemies, and it is normal for only a dozen unlucky ghosts to die.

But the extra nearly 100 war horses made him cry and laugh a little. These war horses were all brought from the Turkic camp by the masters of the Black Mountain Department when they were leaving.

Originally, Cheng Yanjin had already equipped them with a horse, but the ordinary horses were naturally not as good as the military horses, let alone the military horses of the Turks with better quality, and these masters naturally looked blushing, so when they were leaving, they simply grabbed some of them.