The snowflakes are fluttering, and the north wind is bleak.

The morning fog brought by the cold air in the early morning makes this world both illusory and real.

After a night of searching without results, Anu stared at the camp ahead of him as he prepared to leave.

It was a baggage team consisting of hundreds of high-wheeled wagons and 500 Turkic soldiers.

He found this place in the early hours of the morning, but he just obeyed the orders of his original master, and if he wanted to win more with less, he needed not only courage and combat power, but also a strategy to take advantage of the enemy's unpreparedness!

Therefore, when the dawn came, he would go in with seventeen brothers.

As for why don't you look for Yang Shuang first?

Dragon City is in danger, if the owner knows that he and others are patronizing him, and he does not choose to destroy it when he encounters the baggage team, it is estimated that he will be punished.

Anu pressed his patience and was apprehensive.

The master is not only this army of soldiers and horses, but also tens of thousands of troops in Yumen Pass, Yangguan, Dunhuang, Malostu, and the Western Regions.

If they want to be promoted to general as Manu, their eighteen brothers will need to work harder.

Now, it's time to prove yourself.

"Second child, how long has Eighteen been gone?"

"Big brother, it's almost two hours, calculate the distance, it's enough to run back and forth!"

Anu nodded, "It seems that Dragon City has fallen into a war, and it is impossible to send troops to rob the camp, and this battle must rely on our brothers to come personally!" ”

"Haha, big brother, let's run from west to east, fight thousands of miles, and fight countless times to the death, how can we be afraid of these five hundred miscellaneous troops? Kill it! ”

"Yes, yes! The master has taken us from the hands of the murderous "Lustful Man", and has treated us without any disadvantage, it's time to do something for the master! ”

"That's good!" Anu gritted his teeth, "Sixteen, seventeen, you two continue to go deep into the ice field to find the master, and I will destroy them!" ”

Sixteen and Seventeen glanced at each other, and like Eighteen, they turned and walked away without the slightest hesitation.

After experiencing countless lives and deaths together, their brotherly feelings are naturally deep, but the war is together, and the military order is ruthless!

"Take care, brothers!"

"Take care!"

When sixteen or seventeen were gone, Anu drew out the scimitar that had been specially sharpened at his waist, and carefully counted the feathered arrows in his pocket, and looked back at his brothers.

"For the general!"

"For glory!"

"To live better!"

"Up!"

The mist obscured the red light brought by the morning sun, and fifteen black-clothed knights rushed out of the dim earth.

They were shiny with scimitars, domineering, bows like the full moon, arrows like shooting stars, and ghostly horses were followed by many wolves as strong as calves!

The sleeping Turkic barbarians awoke suddenly, and before they could form an effective resistance, they were passed by the knights.

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Dragon City.

Yang Awu, who jumped off the city wall, rushed left and right, and no one seemed to be able to stop him, but there were more and more brute soldiers pouring up.

And as the casualties of Yang Shuang's slave army climbed, the battle line gradually advanced into the city.

This is the difference between a ragtag army and a regular army in the era of cold weapons.

A slave is a slave after all, and if he can't eat enough and wear no warmth, how can he have so much physical strength and endurance.

However, the Turkic barbarians are all majestic, and their individual combat strength is far superior to that of the regular armor of the Sui Dynasty.

Such a drastic disparity is really cruel to the slaves who have never fought against the war.

Some of the slaves were even thinking of surrendering.

On the east city wall, Kuali stained his whole body with blood, tied his broken arm with tattered cloth strips, and his intact left hand tightly held the battle flag of the word "Yang".

He hadn't read a book, he didn't know what the Great Sui Dynasty was, he only knew that he had turned himself into the master of the general, surnamed Yang!

The emaciated Salgan walked back and forth on the north gate tower.

He had no enemies here, but he also didn't have too many defenders, only fifty old and weak men with more than one battle flag.

This is Princess Lanling's strategy, and now it seems that there is nothing wrong with it.

But just now, the master's henchman, Slave Eighteen, brought news that there was an enemy in the north.

Five hundred plus five hundred, plus five hundred, and another five hundred missing, it seems dangerous!

What to do?

The battle of the southern city was lost, and the empty north gate was attacked by enemy troops.

Dongcheng Kuoli was seriously wounded, and more than half of the 500 soldiers transferred to him were killed or wounded.

The west side is close to the Orkhon River, and although the ice on the river surface was broken last night, after so long, it should be able to withstand people walking!

You know, there's no defenders there!

Dragon City, Critical!

"Master, where are you?"

Gada ····· Gada ····· Gada ·····

Just as Sargan was scratching his ears and cheeks, the sound of horses' hooves was heard in the north.

"It's time to come, it's still coming!"

He clenched the blade in his hand, raised his arms and raised the battle flag, "Ready to fight!" ”