Tiebazi Fengsui is the last pass of the Han Dynasty, the location of the Fengsui is located at the northern foot of Yin Mountain, the mountain range extends from the north to the east, and at the end of the mountain is the military important place of the Han Dynasty - Jilusai.

In addition to the Tiebazi Fengsui, there are a total of twenty-three beacons on the Yinshan line, each of which is garrisoned by ten Han soldiers, and there is a suspension bridge between the thirteenth beacon and the twelfth beacon, and there are two military camps around the suspension bridge, which echoes the garrison of the twelfth beacon.

The top of Tiebazi Mountain, under the beacon tower.

Ten Han soldiers on the border sat on the ground, large bowls of wine were lined up on the stone bench, and the warm wine emitted a faint heat, seeping into the skin of these bloody Fanggang soldiers little by little, constantly stirring their pride in making meritorious contributions to the border.

Under the pale red banner of the Han Dynasty, ten Han soldiers drank the warm wine.

A sergeant who was a little old put down the bowl and reminded the others: "The Huns climb the ice and lie in the snow, it is commonplace, we should be careful, after drinking this wine, everyone will return to their respective positions, so as not to attack the Huns at night." ”

Yesterday evening, there was a faint sound of the Huqin outside the plug, which is not a good thing for those who have been on the border all year round, the Huqin is curling, the desert is lonely, which indicates that the Hu people are carnival before the expedition, the pleasant Huqin, in fact, is the prelude to killing.

After listening to the old sergeant's words, the nine Han soldiers nodded solemnly, and then each picked up his sword and returned to his sentry post.

Ten Han soldiers stood silently on the top of the mountain, like a group of figures carved from ice and snow, and the white cloaks on their bodies were stirred by the cold wind, like fluttering flags.

At the foot of Yin Mountain, there is an army that is rapidly assembling about 5,000 people, they are short and stout, with a large head and broad face, wide cheekbones and nose, long earlobes wearing an earring, and a scimitar hanging from their waist - Xiongnu.

"Let's go!" The Huns led by the Huns shouted in a low voice.

With the Huns in charge of an order, five thousand Huns heard the sound and moved, they held scimitars, competing to climb the rock first, although the distance was only seven or eight miles, but in such bad weather, the Huns climbed for most of the night.

When they crossed a mountain pass with difficulty and vaguely saw the faint lights of the Han army on the top of the mountain, the spirit of all the Huns was shocked.

As long as the first beacon is pulled, the rest of the beacon is at your fingertips, which is why the Huns took the risk of rock climbing.

"The corpse is slaughtered day by day, take your warrior to touch it." The Huns stared at Tie Puller Feng Sui with cold eyes, and ordered in a cold voice.

A Xiongnu general whispered his order and began to crawl slowly towards Tiebazi Fengsui, followed by dozens of Huns.

"Shalala......" A Hun soldier accidentally stepped on a stone, and the sparse falling rocks rolled down the mountain stream, making a series of sounds.

Seeing the mountain top close at hand, he hurriedly stopped climbing, he knew that someone would definitely come to check, and the Huns behind him saw this, and climbed on the cold cliff one after another, not moving at all.

Sure enough, after ten breaths, a head poked out from the mountain peak, it was the old sergeant of the Iron Pick-up Beacon on the border, but before he could see the situation clearly, suddenly a cold light appeared, and his head suddenly separated from his body and fell into the dark abyss.

The corpse figure slaughtered his arms day by day, and his body climbed the mountain like an ape, and the rest of the Huns followed suit, climbing the iron bait beacon like a monkey climbing one by one.

The corpse figure slowly approached a Han soldier, the scimitar in his hand was cold, and with a 'poof' sound, the scimitar came out through his chest, and the hot blood fell to the ground along the tip of the knife.

"Dog thief ......" Han Jun grabbed the clothes of the corpse and slaughtered day by day, gritted his teeth and scolded angrily.

"Hehe...... corpse figure let out a heart-palpitating laugh, he grabbed Han Jun's sideburns, the scimitar casually swiped his neck, and a bloody human head was in his hand.

Looking at the remaining nine Han soldiers, they had already been swarmed by their own subordinates, chopping them into meat puree.

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In the dark gray tent, the fireflies burning embers are like the heavy eyelids of a sleepy man, flickering in the darkness, and under the faint light of the fire, a Han soldier is carving bamboo slips.

He looked attentive and earnest, because it was a letter from home, a letter to his wife.

"However, the seven-foot body has promised the country, and it is difficult for Xu Qing to return, after returning, I will stand at dusk with you in my spare time, and smile and ask for porridge in front of the stove!" He gently blew off the crumbs on the bamboo slips, put the family letter in the baggage, and then pillowed it under his head, sketching in his mind the scene of his children enjoying joy on their knees.

"It seems a little quiet tonight!" Zhao Ling couldn't fall asleep after tossing and turning, and he always felt that there was something missing.

Zhao Ling pondered for a long time, he suddenly thought of something, and hurriedly sat up, why did the mountains and forests where wolves howl incessantly disappear today?

He kicked the robe lying beside him: "Hurry up, it seems a little wrong." ”

"What's wrong? It's not time for the changing of the guard yet, so let me sleep again. Pao Ze rubbed his confused eyes, turned over and continued to sleep, no matter how Zhao Ling kicked him, he just didn't want to get up.

"Hurry up." Zhao Ling put on his armor and urged his robe.

"It's only four watches now, what are you disturbing?" The sleepy-eyed robe waved his hands impatiently and slept with his head covered.

Zhao Ling shook his head helplessly, he put on his armor and walked out of the tent, at this time the outside of the tent was unusually cold, and the raging mountain wind swirled in the valley, blowing the leaves in the four fields with a chilling sound.

Zhao Ling walked along the mountain road, and when he reached the thirteenth beacon, he was already sweating profusely, and the steaming heat kept spurting out of the armor.

Before he could check his surroundings, a heart-rending scream suddenly swept across the sky, and he hurriedly leaned down to look down, and goosebumps appeared on his body for a moment.

It turned out that the place where he had just set up camp was full of dense Huns at this time.

And that scream was made by the sleeping robe, and as for the other Han soldiers, I am afraid that they have already become the ghosts of the Huns.

Zhao Ling hurriedly took out the flint and staggered to the beacon, wanting to light the beacon, but the flint had already been wet with his own sweat, and no matter how he beat it, it didn't show a single spark.

"Hurry, hurry!" Zhao Ling's hands kept shaking, and beads of sweat were dripping from his forehead, and he kept wiping his sweat and beating the flint.

"It's too late!" Zhao Ling saw the Huns who had already emerged, hurriedly dropped the flint, and rushed up the suspension bridge connecting the thirteenth beacon and the twelfth beacon with his knife.

On both sides of the thirteenth and twelfth beacons are steep cliffs as straight as knives, like ravines cut by gods with knives on the rocks, and there is only one line connecting them, and that is this suspension bridge.

The Huns also knew the importance of this suspension bridge, because through this suspension bridge, they could go directly to Jilusai, otherwise they would have to make a detour to Yinshan, and it would be difficult to achieve a surprising victory.

"Hurry up Fengsui, the Huns invade south, hurry up Fengsui!" Zhao Ling roared hoarsely as he ran.

The leading Hun was pale, and he snatched a bow and arrow, bent the bow and arrows in one go, his hand shook, and the carved arrows came out of the string, and the sharp arrows broke through the air and shot through Zhao Ling's throat.

The Hun threw his bow and arrow, raised his sword and pointed at the twelfth beacon: "Kill it!" ”