Feng Dachun didn't know why he rushed up.

At this moment, he is not sure that he does not want to be a hero.

He is just a veteran oilman, a small person, and he still insists on his truth, and still thinks that Lin Yutang and these old pawns are fucking stupid.

It is his duty to escape, as long as he brings the military intelligence back, he will be good, and he will have merit.

Still, he rushed up.

Because he also knows very well that if he runs away now, he will not be able to sleep that night.

He knew better that when the huge rolling log in his hand smashed into the city and the soldiers on the Tubo Cloud Ladder were smashed down, his heart really rose to be extremely comfortable and heroic.

"it!"

This kind of fear is both frightening and hot-blooded; The feeling of wanting to run, but really rushing towards the enemy, made Feng Dachun scold.

glared at Lin Yutang, "Old guy, you are fucking impermanence for your life, but you are miserable!" ”

Lin Yutang smiled, and did not pretend to persuade Feng Dachun not to send him to death with them.

The old man smiled very happily and said: "Even if the old man is impermanent, if he can arouse your loyal soul, it will not be in vain to walk in this world." ”

"Huh~~!" Feng Dachun pulled out a heavy crossbow with a sentry, and his teeth were sore.

The heart said, "The man who has read the book speaks like a tooth."

"Less nonsense, defend the city!"

Looking at the surging Tubo army under the city, Feng Dachun said gloomily, "Except for us fools, the old man has no help." ”

Lin Yutang tightened the straight knife in his hand and shook his head in disapproval.

"As long as this blood is still there, there will always be help!"

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Seven days.

Even Feng Dachun himself didn't expect that he would actually accompany the sin camp, above the Yang Pass, and guard it to the head of the seventh day.

Although he removed a sentry who returned to Yumen Pass on the first day to report the news, there were only nine people in his group.

However, it was these nine people who let the four heavy crossbows join the battle group. In times of crisis, a few young and strong people can still throw down a few rolling logs and stones.

Don't underestimate this little bit of combat power, you must know that Lin Yutang's previous arrangement, the frozen city wall, and the help of fire oil have been very effective.

The only weakness was the absence of crossbow arrows and rolling logs, which allowed the Tibetans to rush to the city without fear and climb the city walls without fear.

And the addition of Feng Dachun and the Bow and Crossbow Stone just made up for this weakness.

As a result, even though the Tubo army had 100,000 people, it was stopped by these 800 white-haired old soldiers and nine sentinels for seven days.

At this moment in the battle, everyone in Yangguan has reached the limit, relying on one breath to resist stubbornly.

Feng Dachun didn't have the strength to quarrel with Lin Yutang now, and he didn't even have time to think about anything worthwhile, stupid or not.

Numbness!

After a few days of baptism of war, this old oilman was only numb.

As the sun set, the desert was so cold that the Tibetan army had to retreat again before nightfall.

Yangguan has survived another day.

Feng Dachun sat on the city tower with his buttocks slumped, scanning left and right.

I didn't see Lin Yutang!

His heart twitched, "The old handsome won't ......"

As soon as this thought arose, there was a sudden feeling in his heart, and then he remembered that in the afternoon, Lin Yutang had already fainted from exhaustion and was carried down from the city tower.

Feng Dachun smiled, it's okay, it's not dead yet.

Look at the old pawn in the city again.

After several days of fierce fighting, the crime camp suffered a lot of losses, and now there are less than six hundred people who still have a breath.

I am afraid that half of those who can stand up and defend the city will not be left.

If this situation continues, it will be difficult for Yangguan to see the sunset tomorrow.

......

There is a saying in later generations: the battlefield, that is the romance of men.

Feng Dachun looked at the mess under the Yang Pass, the retreating Tubo army, and the sunset with only a trace of afterglow, he suddenly understood Lin Yutang a little.

Perhaps, for this once powerful old handsome, the terrible thing is not to die in Yangguan, but to be trapped in the ruined city of Shazhou.

"!"

Feng Dachun smiled bitterly at himself, "This old guy wants to be strong, what kind of strength should I mix with it?" ”

Shaking his head, he called one of his guards to him and stuffed him with two pieces of paper, which were two letters from home.

One was entrusted by Wei Dalang for him to go back a little, and the other was Feng Dachun's own.

There is also only one sentence on it, which Feng Dachun picked down word by word according to Wei Dalang's letter.

"Baby, my father died in battle.... You can look up and be a man! ”

"Let's go!" Feng Dachun told the sentry, "Bring back what happened here!" ”

"Tell General Li Qian that in front of the 100,000 army of Tubo, there were once 800 old soldiers who stayed alone in Yangguan for seven days."

"No!!" Feng Dachun shook his head, "It's eight days!" Tomorrow is still a day! ”

"Tell them!" Feng Dachun glared at the sentry, "Tell them, don't forget these eight hundred heroes!" ”

"Don't forget that there is an old general named Lin Yutang...."

“......”

After a deep groan, he added, "And I, Feng Dachun, am also fucking pure masters!" ”

"And our gang of sentinels!"

"And...."

"It's gone."

Feng Dachun said in his heart, just a few fools.

"Let's go!" Lord Feng waved his hand to drive people away, "Don't forget, our Huaxia Erlang's blood is brave!" ”

......

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Day 8.

The only remaining veteran of the sin camp and Feng Dachun's eight sentries joined hands and stood at the head of Yangguan City.

At this time, they are facing the east and full of piety.

Because that's the direction of home, and it's the direction of the sun.

At this time, the morning sun is rising, and the clouds are like blood.

In everyone's eyes, there is determination and reluctance.

Because, this may be what they can see, the last sunrise.

"Lin Shuai!"

Wei Dalang said stupidly: "You say, there are really people...... Will you remember us? ”

Lin Yutang nodded, "Yes!" Definitely!! ”

Feng Dachun thought for a while, "Maybe I can't remember it today, but I will remember it in the future!?" ”

Lin Yutang nodded again.

"Definitely!"

"Even if you can't remember it today, you will remember it later!"

After speaking, the old man took one last look at the brilliant morning sun, clenched his straight knife, and turned to face the city.

The tide of Tibetan soldiers has already rumbled to kill.

......

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At the same time, inside the Yumen Pass.

Cai Guogong Li Qian held two bloodstained family letters in his hands, and his ears echoed what the Yangguan sentry said, about everything that happened there.

Li Qian couldn't believe his ears.

Lin Yutang led the crime camp with 800 people guarding the pass? How can it be?

Ten people rushed into battle and burned the Tibetan camp? How can it be?

Eight hundred veterans, alone in Yangguan for eight days? How is that possible!?

Li Qian only felt that this was a dream.

However, tremblingly held up the two desperate letters that weighed as much as 10,000 catties......

"Baby, my father died in battle, but you can look up and be a man!"

All of this is true.

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