18 The terrible sheep's horn pierced the sky, and the trembling of the sky almost crushed the city in the clouds, Xu Wumian sank like water, and the long marks that passed through half of his cheeks did not destroy this silence at all, and he looked indifferently at the Xianbei army rolling up in the sky under the city, as if he was the dark and thick cumulus clouds in the sky, and had nothing to do with the coming tragic battle. Behind him, smoke rose from the sky, and the crackling sound broke the howl of the north wind, but no one turned to look at it.

Xu Wu is a long history in the clouds, his predecessor died in the battle with the Xianbei tribe Lord Tanshi Huai, the predecessor of the predecessor, died in a crusade against the Wuhuan people, the predecessor of the predecessor, if I am not mistaken, also died in the battle with the Tanshi Huai. The officials of the border county, dying in the king's affairs is like eating and sleeping, and he has long been out of his mind.

At Xu Wu's feet, Sun Lao's stick shrank under the battlements with his tired body, his two hands wrapped in his sleeves, and he held the spear covered with snow in his arms half-tightly, shaking his white beard, like a mess of rotten and withered grass, and there was a black paste on it, and he didn't know what was sticking to it, and he was laughing and joking with the second boy of the Li family with a white face. This kid is only fifteen years old this year, but he was born as strong and strong as his father and brother, but it seems that he is also going to die at the hands of the Xianbei people, but I don't know who collected his body this time, maybe it was a wild dog, maybe, it was going to fall into the stomach of the Xianbei people, Lao Tzu burned the grain, horses and grass in the city, except for the thousands of catties of human flesh on the city, it was gone.

Oh, maybe, and the women and children in the city. Xu Wuhe's heart was violently painful, but his pupils contracted suddenly, and he clenched the knife in his hand.

In the city, Dang Jin, whose eyes were blood-red, poured another sip of hot wine, but he didn't take a breath and coughed violently. His woman, the woman who was as gentle as water, looked at him indifferently, holding their son, the seven-year-old Dang Hu, in her arms. The little guy turned his head from time to time to look at the falling snow outside the window, and looked at his mother several times for help, he really wanted to go out to play in the snow, but his father's cough made him afraid to shrink into his mother's arms, but why didn't the little girl come to find herself today? Usually she is always the first to get up.

On the threshold, the bearded girl sat down on the ground, her head resting on the door, the cold ground seemed to her as comfortable as a sheepskin mat on the prairie, and her gray brownish hair was a little messy, and there was a branch flower on it that I didn't know to name. If it weren't for the schadenfreude in those two big fierce eyes, she would have been considered a dead person.

Hu Nu was snatched back when Dang Jin entered the desert with the army, and she didn't speak Chinese for a few years, but the food was a thief's mother's food, one arm was as thick as the thigh of the party tiger, and she was diligent in her work, and her ass was also very powerful, and in the past few years, she also gave birth to a few children of unknown species to the party family, but only one failed to survive.

If she had dared to look up at herself like this before, Dang Jin would have rushed over to give her two blows, but today he didn't have the strength. Xu Wu told him that if he could kill his wife and children, he would lead someone to kill all the women and children in the city.

"Whew-"

Dang Jin jumped up violently, "bang" The long knife came out of the sheath, the scabbard rolled twice in the air, and slipped into the corner of the wall, the little guy probed the probe curiously, but it was facing his father's bloody eyes, shivering and retracting into his mother's arms.

The woman seemed to have nothing to do with her, gently stroked the child's smooth forehead, put her chin against the child's head, and slowly closed her eyes......

……

On the snow track, Liu Feng's gun was already stained with blood, which was left by the Xianbei scouts.

Behind him were two thousand iron horsemen, and five thousand foot soldiers followed from afar. The formation gradually stretched a little, and when the water was crossed, he rested on Hu'erling for an hour, Liu Feng thought in his heart, but he didn't know how long Cloud City could last.

"Master Hou, there are black mountain thieves five miles away, about a thousand people!" The scout had a long arrow on his back, and half of his body was already red with blood, but his voice was still calm and emotionless.

Guan Yu's eyes were cold, and with a wave of his big hand, the team slowly stopped.

"Black Mountain Thieves?" Liu Feng hesitated, did not stop the pace of progress, looked at the long feather arrows on the scout's back, but his heart was cold, "Hu Jin, you take a hundred people, follow me a mile away, Yanming, follow me!" ”

Without looking back, he shouted, and chased Yan Ming on foot.

"Array, prepare to meet the enemy!" Guan Yu shouted angrily, and looking at the direction of his nephew's departure, the Qinglong Yanyue Knife was smooth with a touch of cold, piercing the sky.

……

"Han Jun?" There was some anger in his voice.

"Yes, okay, it seems to be, it's the Yanmen who came, and the ...... came" The big man who returned was full of panic, and his huge head couldn't be lowered, even if he didn't understand what was going on, he knew that he had done something wrong.

"Report to the big leader, there is a Han army envoy in front of me who came to interrogate and injured more than a dozen of our brothers!" Another rush came from the tent, and a tense atmosphere suddenly rose in the tent. Here, it is the Chinese military tent of Zhang Yan, the leader of the Black Mountain thieves.

Zhang Yan waved to stop the restlessness, and said in a low voice: "How many people are here?" ”

"There was only one boy and one evil man, and more than a hundred others were riding behind."

"Report-" Another elongated siren rushed in, "Han Zhu Xuhou Zhongshan Liu Feng begged to see the big leader!" ”

"Liu Feng!" Zhang Yan jumped up violently, and a pair of copper bells stared at the person behind him: "Did you hear it right?" ”

……

Liu Feng wrapped his hands around the strips of cloth, looking indifferently at the camp of the Black Mountain Thieves, the inky swift banner in front of him was the banner of Zhang Yan, the leader of the Black Mountain Thieves, and he didn't expect that he was here to meet this giant robber. Only for a moment of waiting, he had already fired arrows one after another to put down seven people, but they all pulled out the arrows, the gate of the Black Mountain Thieves camp was open, but no one rushed out, and no one dared to try again to see if the next arrow was with an arrow.

There was a sound of horses' hooves, and more than a dozen generals rushed out with a strong man, who was only in his thirties, not tall, with a yellow scarf on his head, and he didn't ask to know that it was the big leader of the Black Mountain thieves, Zhang Yan.

Zhang Yan's surname is Chu, but no one knows what his original name is, just because he is fierce and fast, he is known as "Feiyan" in the original Yellow Turban Army, and others call him "Feiyan". It turned out that his leader Zhang Niujiao was injured and before he died, he handed over his subordinates to him, and asked his brothers to be Zhang Yan as the main and not to turn their backs for the rest of their lives. Zhang Yan was grateful, so he changed his surname to Zhang, took Zhang Yan as his name, and took Swift as his banner of the Chinese army.

A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, and Zhang Yan clenched his fists: "Yan has seen Liu Gongzi, I don't know what Liu Gongzi has to say when he comes to Yan Daying!" Although he is also the hero of one party, Zhang Yan does not have a trace of arrogance, nor does he have a little murderous aura, and sincerely fights with Liu Feng on the horse.