The raging tornado swirled and writhed like a giant straw from the sky. Everywhere you go, the ground is instantly sucked clean. The neighing of horses and the cries and howls of soldiers were heard in the air, and they were soon swallowed up by the whirring wind.

In the face of the brute force of nature, the self-confident human beings are as insignificant as dust and mustard.

The first large-scale duel between the warring sides ended hastily in an unbelievable way.

The post-war count, with heavy losses on both sides. The stiff corpses that hadn't been swept away still stretched for miles.

Thousands of miles away, the grassland is full of green grass and flowers, a peaceful scene.

After several consultations, the leader of the Tuni tribe, Chao Gesulid, with mixed feelings, accepted the bridal gifts sent by the Khan king Bars, which was regarded as agreeing to the marriage.

When the soldiers met each other, the two sides suddenly put away their murderous weapons at the same time, and began to sit down calmly and gentlely to choose the auspicious day for the Khan's wedding.

The eventual union of Qiqige and Bars temporarily extinguished the smoke of hatred among the steppe tribes. But a few years later, there was a bloody civil strife in the unified steppe...... A seed was planted deeply.

In front of Feihong Pass, gunsmoke billowed and flesh and blood flew.

Zhai Longbiao, the furious king of the Great Chu Guanxi, ignored the obstruction of others and rushed to the bottom of the wall to personally direct the attack.

Zhang Baiqian was helpless, and gritted his teeth, and ordered his subordinates to launch another strong attack on Feihong Pass from different directions.

The defenders at the head of the city had long since run out of rolling wood and stones, and there was a serious shortage of bows and arrows, so they had to resort to melee defense.

Some of them rushed up desperately to knock down the ladder leaning against the wall, but they themselves were pierced by the crossbow arrows that came up from the gate, and they wailed and planted the city.

Finally, the soldiers of the Red Turban Army bravely climbed up to the top of the city, and before they could take a breath, Han Shizhong organized his men to come forward, and after a desperate hand-to-hand fight, he forced them into a corner and kicked them off the city.

Seeing that the city tower was narrow and could not give full play to the advantages of the Red Turban Army, Zhang Baiqian shifted his focus to the attack on the city gate.

Several siege engines were pushed and slammed into the city gate under the cover of the surrounding large shields under the loud trumpets of the crowd.

The continuous loud and dull crash sound even drowned out the screams of killing and the screams of the dead and wounded, and the entire Feihong Pass seemed to tremble slightly in this impact.

With a loud bang, a heavy door collapsed, and dozens of Great Qi soldiers hiding behind the door were crushed to death. There was a cheer from the Red Turbans.

Han Shizhong stabbed a red-scarf bandit who climbed up to the city in front of him with a sword, and the other party's eyes widened angrily, his hands danced, and he fell off the city unwillingly.

One of the lieutenants behind him suddenly shouted in horror: "General Han, the door has been slammed open!" ”。

Han Shizhong's eyes were bloodshot and he turned his head, raised his hand to wipe the blood splattered on his emaciated face, gritted his teeth and ordered, "You take your brothers and men to take it here, and the others come with me!" Remember: if you are locked up, you will die! Even if you fight to the last soldier, you will never surrender! ”。

The lieutenant nodded tearfully, and without saying a word, he rushed forward with his sword and frantically slashed more and more thieves who climbed up the ladder.

When Han Shizhong rushed to the gate with a sword in hand, a large number of red turban soldiers had already rushed in on the collapsed gate.

Han Shizhong burst into a shout, rushed forward in the lead, and shouted at the same time: "Brothers, kill them!" Plug the gap, pour tung oil on the firewood and grass that was originally piled up in the city gate hole, and stop their follow-ups! ”

The already frightened defenders shouted in unison under the inspiration of the commander, and rushed forward with red eyes waving the blades in their hands.

A miracle happened, the excited red turban sergeant was pressed back by the fierce defenders, and a large number of cavalry behind wanted to rush into the city gate but could not move an inch.

With a "boom", the firewood and grass that had been piled up in the door hole were ignited, and the flames were raging, forming a natural barrier.

Zhang Baiqian, who was riding on a horse, asked angrily: "What's the matter with the front army?" What do you do when you stay put? Rush in! ”。

A black-faced general ran over and saluted him: "General, the defenders have lit the firewood and grass piled up in the hole in the city gate, the fire is too big, and it is difficult for the front army to break through for a while!" ”。

Zhang Baiqian looked up speechlessly at the hand-to-hand combat that was still stalemate at the head of the city, gritted his teeth and asked, "What about the artillery battalion?" And the shells? Send me a cannon mount to the gates of the city, and blast it through the wall of fire!" ”。

The commander of the artillery battalion ran forward sweating profusely, bowed and saluted: "General, the shells have long been exhausted!" ”。

Zhang Baiqian cursed in a low voice irritably, looked at the smoke and fire rising from the closed door, and shook his head helplessly.

After a moment, he calmed down a little. He lowered his head and thought for a while and ordered: "Pass my order, all the foot soldiers of the front army will retreat, and the crossbowmen will be at the front, and when the fire subsides, and someone will rush out, they will all be shot!" The cavalry battalion then retreated automatically when the shooters stopped firing their arrows, and the cavalry rushed in. Tell them not to be soft, Ben Shuai doesn't want to see a living Great Qi defender! ”。

Behind the wall of fire, Han Shizhong, who was also very anxious in his heart, looked up at the fierce hand-to-hand combat on the city from time to time, and then looked down to observe the fire in front of him.

A general lying behind him couldn't help crying, choked up and said, "General Han, does the imperial court really not want us?" Why have reinforcements not arrived? The city can't stand it, this fire will burn out sooner or later, why don't we abandon the pass and break through? ”。

Han Shizhong did not turn around and scold, but lowered his head, raised his hand to wipe a handful of black ash and dried blood on his emaciated cheeks, sighed heavily and said, "Breakthrough? Easier said than done! Within a radius of ten miles were the soldiers and horses of the thieves. We are brave and loyal, the sun and the moon can be seen, and we can only live and die with this Feihong Pass! ”。

Seeing that the fire was gradually weakening, Han Shizhong stood up, glanced at the exhausted soldiers behind him, and said loudly: "Brothers, as a warrior of Daqi, the time has come for me to repay the country with death!" Fight one is enough, kill two to earn one, but there is a breath, and you must not give up the Feihong Pass that belongs to Daqi to the red turban bandits! ”。

No one responded to him, and the soldiers behind him did not say a word. On the dirty faces, the eyes that are still bright are either resolute or dazed.

Ma Ming Xiao Xiao.

As the first horse neighed and flew over the flames that had lost their power but were still burning, Zhang Baiqian's cavalry battalion launched a general attack.

Han Shizhong roared, swung his sword to meet him, blocked the spear stabbed by the enemy soldier with one move, and stabbed him under the horse with a sword in his hand.

There was a "poof", and almost at the same time, he was hit by an arrow in the shoulder. After stumbling twice, he finally got back to his feet and didn't fall.

The Great Qi soldiers behind him also screamed wildly and rushed forward with their swords and guns raised, and started the final battle with the Red Turban Army.

An adjutant general rode his horse to stop beside Zhai Longbiao with an excited face, and shouted: "Lord Wang, General Zhang has led his troops to attack the gate!" ”。

Zhai Longbiao looked back and roared: "Okay! Damn, I don't believe it! There is no barrier in this world that cannot be broken! ”

He stretched out his hand and picked up the two terrifying axes, turned his head and shouted behind him: "Brothers, follow Lao Tzu into the gate, twist the head of the guard and drink!" ”。

With that, he grabbed his mount in the belly of his horse, and rushed out with a scream.

In the shouting of killing, Feihong Gate opened widely, and more and more soldiers of the Red Turban Army rushed in, and it has become unstoppable.

The hand-to-hand combat at the head of the city gradually lost its balance, and the defenders were suppressed and gradually retreated, and people continued to fall from the city tower like dumplings.

Han Shizhong still didn't give up, he gritted his teeth and pulled out the arrow stuck in his shoulder, and after a simple bandage, he ordered someone to bring his war horse, picked up his knife and got on the horse, and roared again and rushed towards the bandits.

Zhang Baiqian also entered the city with the Chinese army, and seeing the defenders being divided and surrounded one by one, he breathed a long sigh of relief in his heart: This nightmare that has been haunting his heart for a long time should be over, right?!

"Brother Bai Qian, where is the guard? Keep his life for me, Lao Tzu will slaughter him with his own hands! ”。

I don't know when, Zhai Longbiao, who rushed to his side, let out a loud roar that startled Zhang Baiqian.

They both turned their heads around at the same time on their horses.

Han Shizhong, who was covered in blood and was gritting his teeth to fight in the enemy formation, suddenly felt a strangeness: the thieves who had surrounded him suddenly retreated at the same time, forming a huge circle, but they no longer attacked.

He looked up and saw two enemy generals slowly riding their horses towards him.

Zhang Baiqian, who was carrying a gun, arched his hand on the horse and said: "General Han Shizhong, the general respects you as a man, and has the heart to let you live, I hope you will know your way back and return to your horse." ”

Zhai Longbiao, the black-faced bearded man on the side, snorted coldly: "Brother Bai Qian, don't talk to him, there is a kind of letting the horse come over, fighting alone, Lao Tzu will chop you with his own hands!" ”。

Han Shizhong smiled bitterly, did not answer, and urged the mount to dance the knife and rushed towards Zhai Longbiao.

Zhai Longbiao screamed twice, and swung his axes to meet him.

With the sound of "dang", the knives and axes intersected, Han Shizhong only felt that his arms were numb, his body shook twice, the qi and blood in his chest surged, and he almost fell off the horse.

Zhai Longbiao did not relent, waved two big axes again, and with the sound of whirring wind, stepped forward to attack.

Han Shizhong, who was already exhausted, gritted his teeth and insisted, but he only had the kung fu to parry, and he had no power to fight back.

It only took thirty rounds, and with a "click", one of Han Shizhong's arms broke away from his body and flew out.

He bowed his head palely, and staggered on his horse. After a while, he raised his head again, let out a strange scream, accumulated all the energy of his body, raised his knife with one hand, and ignored the blood gushing out of his broken arm, and urged the war horse to rush towards Zhai Longbiao.

With a "poof", Han Shizhong's head was in a different place, and he fell from the horse and fell into the dust.

The noisy battlefield gradually calmed down, and the Feihong Pass, which had become a scorched earth, still stood majestically in the vast wasteland.

On the top of the city tower, the dilapidated banner of Daqi was taken down, thrown down from the city, and returned to dust.

A brand-new banner of the Great Chu Empire slowly raised the flagpole and fluttered in the wind.