"The old man has no relatives and no reason, no worries and nowhere to go!" Lu Yansheng looked up at Guan Yu and said solemnly.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly spoke: "Little brother, if you don't dislike the old decay and get in the way, I am willing to accompany you to guard this snow wolf pass!" ”

Guan Yu was overjoyed, and hurriedly bowed down: "If this can really be the case, Guan is grateful, please accept the worship of the juniors." ”

Lu Yansheng waved his hand and said: "You and I are rare to fall in love, why bother with false courtesy." You and I might as well make a bowl of wine together, and be brothers who have forgotten their old friends. ”

Hearing this, Guan Yu hurriedly ran to the small table and poured two bowls of wine, picked up one of the bowls, respectfully held it to Lu Yansheng with both hands, and picked up another bowl of wine himself. The wine bowls touched, the two drank at the same time, put down the empty bowl, the two looked at each other and laughed, and the heroic laughter flew out of the window and went straight to the sky.

Feng Yong finally got the news of the fall of Snow Wolf Pass. This made his already prevalent spirit even more overwhelmed. Although he has also lost battles in his life, this situation made him feel the most aggrieved. At night, ghosts cry and wolves howl, and chickens and dogs do not let people sleep peacefully; During the day, he was struggling with the demonstrations.

The fall of Snow Wolf Pass means that the follow-up food and grass will be cut off, and if Grandpa Guo wants to reinforce, I am afraid that he will also be powerless. He felt like a lone lion surrounded by wolves, roaring and baring his frightening fangs, but never able to grab his opponent and tear it apart. What worries him even more is the morale of the team, perhaps because he is harassed by the ghost screams in the middle of the night, he really can't sleep, every night hundreds of soldiers throw their weapons and escape, although some are also captured and beheaded in public, but the deterrent effect is little. If this continues, if we do not wait for the food to run out, we will inevitably collapse without a fight.

In desperation, Feng Yong decided to shake off the senseless entanglement of these scoundrels and take the initiative to attack. If we can take advantage of the advantage of concentrating our forces to capture one or two cities and grab food on the spot to stabilize our position, the situation will be greatly improved.

Late one night, the tiger camp hurriedly pulled out the camp and rushed away, without looking at the "Zhang Daya" station that was beating gongs and drums nearby. "Zhang Daya" and his subordinates looked at the deserted and fled, and the listeners who didn't buy it at all were very disappointed in their hearts, how could they treat the "literary and art workers" who worked hard and stayed up all night like this? It hurts my self-esteem so much!

Feng Yong led the troops out of a hundred and ten miles in one go, and did not encounter a single ambush on the way, which made him greatly relieved. According to the plan, they have come to the city of Sui'an. Feng Yong ordered to bury the pot and cook and rest for a while. After daybreak, the city was attacked with artillery.

The guards in front of the door looked at the figures of General Guan and the dry old man who climbed the tower side by side, talking and laughing, and shook their heads and sighed while being stunned: It's not that I don't understand, the world is changing fast!

The majestic Snow Wolf Pass was sandwiched between the two mountains, and Lu Yansheng made great efforts to carve out a dog-tooth-like groove with a length of 400 meters and a depth of 1.5 meters at the intersection of the two mountains and the pass as a cave for hiding soldiers. In this way, in the face of the enemy who invades after the pass, a three-sided siege can be formed.

"If you hadn't taken advantage of the old man's sneak attack in the middle of the night, even if you had led an army of one million, depending on the terrain, you would be able to rush to the pass with at most five or six thousand men and horses. At the beginning, the old man did not want to lose a single stone that he had dug the cave, and many of them were made into stone mills and stone rows that could be used repeatedly connected to the rope. The Guancheng and the Tibetan Soldier Cave are too high from the ground to reach by ordinary ladders. In this way, my Tibetan Soldier Cave and the four or five thousand men and horses on the city tower were surrounded on three sides, and arrows and stones rained down----hehe". Speaking of this, the old man glanced at Guan Yu with a smile. Guan Yu suddenly felt a chill in his back, and he knew that the second half of what this old friend had forgotten from saying was: "It's strange if --- don't smash your kid into meat sauce!" ”

Guan Yu bowed and saluted, and said sincerely: "The foolish brother is lucky enough to sneak attack, if he opens up a strong attack, he is far from being the opponent of the elder brother." ”

Lu Yansheng stroked his white beard and laughed loudly, feeling that he had finally managed to get a stuffy breath in his chest, and his heart was very happy!

Feng Yong divided the men and horses into two teams, one team was mainly foot soldiers, and cooperated with twenty artillery pieces to attack the city with all their might. A squad of cavalry, mainly cavalry, was ready to meet an attack from behind at any time. He knew very well in his heart that the insidious, cunning, and shameless Red Turban Army would not let him go and ignore the siege, and the time left for him was very limited. Perhaps the two teams that march and demonstrate every day are close at hand, ready to attack him from behind. He guessed right.

Before Feng Yong's artillery under the city rang out, there was a rumbling cannon behind him, and people in the rear team immediately turned on their backs, and there was a commotion. Immediately afterwards, the two teams that looked lazily demonstrating on weekdays seemed to be doping at the same time, screaming and screaming from the left and right wings like a tide respectively, like two sharp knives piercing Feng Yong's ribs.

The originally nervous defenders on the upper floor of Sui'an City relaxed their whole bodies at this time, stretched their hands and stretched their necks to look lively.

"Turn the muzzle of the cannon and bombard the enemy coming from behind!" Feng Yong waved the long knife in his hand and shouted loudly.

The sound of cannons exploded like popping beans, and many of the foot riders in the Red Turban Army were blown to pieces before they could rush in front of the Tiger Ben camp, and flesh and blood flew in the air. But the speed of their attack did not decrease in the slightest, and the cavalry who rushed to the front took off the repeating crossbows on the side of their horses and began to fire at the Tiger Camp.

As the distance between the two sides narrowed, the artillery lost its effectiveness.

In the spring grass green field full of life, in the earth-shattering shouts and the neighing of war horses, the two sides of the people and horses who fought for their lives continued to fall to the ground or fall off their horses in a blur of flesh and blood, and lost their lives forever.

Feng Yong was originally very confident in his battle-hardened team, but now he was confused. The two teams of centaurs killed by the Red Turbans were like two sharp scissors cutting through the thin silk, barely encountering any strong resistance. If he knew that many soldiers had thrown away their weapons, the reason for kneeling and surrendering would have been to vomit blood in anger. The reason is so simple that it's cute: finish early, surrender early, and get a good night's sleep!

Having seen enough of the lively city head defenders, they opened the city gate and poured out, although the number was not large, only five or six thousand, fortunately, they first killed more than 200 gunners sent by Daqi who were hiding behind. Feng Yong trekked through mountains and rivers, and finally gave a lot of these cannons to the Red Turban Army.

Feng Yong sighed lightly, although his own side had the advantage in numbers, he had to admit that he had lost. The nest of defeat, the grievance of defeat. Gritting his teeth and killing a bloody road, he led more than 10,000 remnants of the army, and fled in the direction of Snow Wolf Pass without looking back.

At the end of the battle, more than 30,000 people were taken prisoner alone. After a short discussion, General Nguyen Wu, Zhai Long Biao and Sui An Shou reached an agreement: all of them will be killed. The pit killing activities continued until the second half of the night. Holding torches, he buried the still crying tiger camp soldiers with the last drop of earth, and the battlefield finally returned to tranquility after a day of hustle and bustle.

Ruan Wu and Zhai Longbiao ordered all the baggage and foot soldiers to stay in Sui'an, and the two groups of men and horses joined forces together, and the light cavalry pursued the remnants of Feng Yong overnight.

Two days later, at night, the alert Feng Yong heard the sound of approaching horses' hooves, and flew on his horse quickly, no matter who was chasing and how many pursuers there were, he had only one firm belief in his heart: escape!

Yang Mingyi led the army and finally arrived in front of the Snow Wolf Pass. Time was pressing, and after a short rest, the military horses beat the war drums and sounded the horn of the attack. The foot soldiers held large shields in their hands, and swarmed up the ladder with their shoulders, and because the field in front of the pass was narrow, the cavalry could only watch the battle from afar. The Snow Wolf Pass was built with mountain stones, and the earth cannon only peeled off some moss and collapsed some gravel when the earth cannon hit it.

Guan Yu and Lu Yansheng stood side by side on the city tower, looking at the crowd rushing up under the black pressure, without the slightest panic.

Sure enough, as Lu Yansheng said, the enemy's ladder could not reach the city tower at all, and the narrow space in front of the pass was already crowded with dense human heads, and the sound of killing behind the people was shocking, and they could only stop and move forward.

Guan Yu nodded, and the herald raised a small triangular red flag and waved it. In an instant, the stone grinding, stone rows, and rough stones in the caves of the city tower and the Tibetan soldiers on both sides rolled down, and the rumbling loud sound was like a wild beast roaring.

In the blink of an eye, it became a hell on earth. The large shields in the hands of the soldiers could barely resist the attack of bows and arrows, but there was nothing they could do about these boulders, and many of them were beaten into flesh with shields. Some of the soldiers tried to retreat and dodge, but they were stopped by the brothers who were about to rush forward behind them, and they could not move, and could only watch as the boulders fell from the sky and screamed in despair.

Taking advantage of the chaos below, the archers in the cave and the tower launched a second round of attacks, and the dense rain of arrows with a deadly roar covered the sky and the sun. Those who were not stoned to death were nailed to the ground by a merciless rain of arrows, unable to move. The foot soldiers, who had not been attacked for the time being, were shocked by the terrifying sight in front of them, and they all cried and howled as they desperately retreated.

Huge stone mills and rows of stones slowly rose again under the pull of the tisol, each dripping with a viscous red liquid.

"Don't go back! Rush up! Death to those who retreat! Yang Mingyi howled angrily, and swung his sword to slash a few foot soldiers who were delirious and desperately charged towards the cavalry.

The helpless foot soldiers let out a desperate howl and rushed forward again. The red turban defenders, surrounded on three sides, did not hurry and launched a second round of attacks.

It wasn't like a tough battle, but more like a massacre with a huge disparity in strength. In front of the bloody pass of the tiger camp, the corpses were all over the field, and the bows and arrows and artillery fire from the bottom up could not reach the soldiers of the Red Turban Army in the city tower and the Tibetan cave. The only casualty of the Red Turbans was an archer, who was injured because he saw that he had shot an opposing general with his own hands, jumped up excitedly, and hit his head on the cliff behind him and bled out.

Without waiting for the stone platoon and stone mill to rise again, the foot soldiers of the Tiger Ben Battalion launched another round of lifeless suicide attacks under the threat of the sword of the general Guan Ming behind them.

Strangely, this time there were neither boulders rolling down, nor arrows raining down. The soldiers who rushed to the front were secretly rejoicing, when they suddenly saw the door open, and a group of cavalrymen with red scarves on their heads rushed out on horseback, brandishing swords and guns, like tigers descending from the mountains. Looking down from the castle tower, it feels more like a herd of hungry wolves screaming and rushing into the flock. The blood splattered by the soldiers of the Tiger Camp flew down on the cyan stone wall, merging into a red stream, happily descending along the cracks in the stone wall.