The tower was very busy taking care of the fifty Yan Guo horses before and after running.

As long as Ning Xin killed Qiu Fu, this trip would be a complete victory. This old bastard, who harms no one is good to Lao Tzu's head. Let you taste it this time, go to Hades and complain, Lao Tzu is not afraid.

Because he wanted to avoid the army of Zhao State, Yun Yue went around in a big circle. Anyway, he has three or five days to make good use of it, as long as he returns to the Zhao army camp earlier than Lian Po, it will be no problem.

Yun Yue hummed a little song and lifted the curtain from time to time to look at the beauty in the car, looking leisurely. He didn't know it, it was dozens of miles away. Because of his strategy, the entire Dangyang Mountain has become a pot of porridge.

Evil Yang Ling Lian suffered a loss, and the old guy who wanted to save face vowed to get back to the field. But as soon as I arrived at Dangyang Mountain, I felt that something was wrong, and there were Yan troops all over the mountains. Considerable fortifications have been dug on many hillsides, and the sound of killing in the valleys has shaken the sky, and the flying smoke and dust have obscured the sun in the sky.

Tens of thousands of people fought together under the sun, and soldiers continued to fall on the way to charge. Feathered arrows, javelins and even stones were thrown down the hillside.

Lian Po knew that it was not good, he had already sent people to attack for a long time. Seeing that the sun was setting to the west, the mountain road occupied by the enemy army stood still. So how did Qiu Fu get in? An ominous premonition hit Lian Po's heart, and Qiu Fu was a brother who had followed him for many years. Dragged himself out of the pile of dead people a few times, and the situation in the valley must be worse than here. No matter how elite the cavalry is, the cavalry that can't run up will definitely not be the opponent of the infantry armed with the Changge halberd.

That reckless guy must be rescued, and Lian Po is also really angry. Commanding the Zhao army's lifeless attack, the Zhao army's arrows were not dense, but they were very accurate. Behind the fortifications on the hillside, a muffled grunt was heard from time to time. Occasionally, a long, terrible scream could be heard, and even the crows waiting for food spread their wings and flew away to watch any more.

With three arrows stuck in his shield, Jibu led a sentry into a difficult attack. The war horse running on the hillside is an obvious target, and the helpless cavalry can only dismount and fight on foot. From time to time, there was the sound of a hard object hitting the shield, and a soldier next to him was hit by an arrow in the leg, and fell to the ground with a scream.

Almost instantly, a dozen arrows were fired. The guy's back was immediately filled with arrows, many of which pierced through the armor. With blood and minced flesh pouring out of his chest, this was the last words of an old soldier with his mouth open. But the open mouth kept spurting blood outward, and every word spurted out was a mouthful of blood. Before anyone could hear what he was saying, a bloody arrow spewed out, and the old man twitched a few times and then stopped.

Ji Bu's eyes were already red, and he waved the bronze sword in his hand and shouted: "Rush to Lao Tzu, the guy in Lao Tzu's hands who dares to play bear doesn't recognize people." ”

"Sentry Chief......!" Yu Hua squeezed Ji Bu with his body, and Ji Bu suddenly staggered. Just stood firm and was about to scold, but found that Yu Hua, who hit him, only half of his head was left. His head was shattered like a smashed watermelon, and his slimy brain squirted all over his face. The corpse was still twitching on the ground, as if unwilling to die like this.

Ji Bu was ruthless, holding a shield in one hand and a sword in the other, and rushed forward with his head. From time to time, arrows thrown down from the mountains fell on his shield, and each time Jibu was smashed. While he was still stubbornly rushing forward, it was not until the Yan army's strong pitcher threw the javelin.

A javelin more than a meter long, with a huge cluster of three-edged arrows stuck in the front. Those pitchers were all strong and strong-waisted, and the sharp javelins were so powerful that many of the pitchers threw javelins that could pass through the shield and injure Zhao Jun behind.

"Bang ......!" A cluster of arrows pierced through Gib's shield, piercing his stout forearm. Blood poured out along the tip of the spear in an instant, and Ji Bu was so painful that he hit a spirit all over his body, and he jumped up one high.

Zhao Jun beside him hurriedly held down the sentry chief, and five or six javelins whistled and grazed Ji Bu's head. The two Zhao soldiers behind him were pierced through the cold.

Blood almost stained the path of the charge, and Zhao Jun stepped on the corpse of his robe and kept charging. Finally, when the Yan army ran out of arrows and javelins, they rushed up the hill.

"Rush! Kill these swallow dogs, and take revenge on the dead brothers. Jibu shouted as he brandished his dagger. Zhao Jun behind him has already killed his red eyes, and among those who have fallen, there are their own flesh and blood brothers, and their bodies are biological father and son.

They frantically rushed into the trench, undaunted by the condescending spears and halberds. Some people were even pierced in pairs, but they still grabbed each other's halberds with both hands and didn't let go. With a sharp edge, Ge can often bring down a few fingers, or a whole hand.

A halberd pierced a Zhao soldier beside him, and Ji Bu grabbed the halberd with one hand with a loud shout. Taking advantage of the fact that the old force had gone and the new force was not born, a one-arm wrestling force tore the Yan army from above.

The bronze sword in his hand stabbed into the chest of the fallen Yan Jun soldier, and the Yan Jun was also a ruthless character. Both hands actually grabbed the sharp blade, but Ji Bu didn't twitch when he twitched. The Zhao army next to him slashed with his axe, and the Yan army was divided into several large pieces almost instantly.

Jibu stepped on the corpse, his sword stuck in the bone. The pumping force was a little strong, and the bronze sword actually broke from it with a "rattle".

"Sentry Chief......!" Ji Bu suddenly raised his chest very tightly, and looked down to see that there was a spear and spear in his chest suddenly. When he tried to pull it out, another spear shot through his neck and pinned him firmly into the trench.

All of a sudden, his body lost his strength, and his ears began to ring. The sound seemed to be getting louder and louder, and the soldiers in the fight turned into silent movies, and several Zhao soldiers said something to themselves with their mouths closed. The vision became more and more blurred, and the two eyelids seemed to be falling by lead blocks, getting heavier and heavier. Finally, despite Jibu's struggles, they closed like a floodgate.

The more than 40 Zhao soldiers who rushed over with him were all killed in the trenches, and none of them survived.

Lian Po saw all this with a blushing face, and the forward battalion has always been brave and the main force under his command. The battle has reached this point, and it must be withdrawn no matter what. Can...... But the sound of fighting in the valley was still continuous, and Lian Po seemed to be able to hear Qiu Fu's roar like a tiger's roar. Years of friendship, how can you give up on him and go.

Lian Po kept running left and right, like a tiger trapped in a cage. The shouts of killing coming from the valley became more and more intense, and it was clear that the battle was at the key point. Lian Po's deep eyes looked straight at the valley, as if he wanted to see through the mountains, through the dust, through everything in the world, to see through what the old brother was like.