The cold night is bleak, and there is no starlight; The north wind blows, burrows into the skin, and is cold to the bones. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the head of the city, it seemed that a gust of wind was blowing, and all the torches were extinguished in an instant, and suddenly the walls were pitch black all around.

Under the loneliness, only the cold wind roared.

Behind the battlements covered by ice slag, the bear just stared into the distance, and he didn't dare to breathe out of the atmosphere, for fear that the exhaled white mist would attract the attention of the Huns who were lurking.

The night of the harsh winter was too dark, and if it weren't for Liu Xi's reminder, Xiong Gang knew that he wouldn't have found that the Huns were coming to attack.

At this moment, Xiong Gang was trying to open his eyes wide, and when his eyes felt sore, he saw clearly that the Huns had arrived a mile away.

Perhaps fearing that the sound would cause the city to be on guard, the Huns all came on foot, without half a piece of armor, with their scimitars in their hands and daggers in their mouths with their teeth.

The figures were continuous, and another army swept in.

Holding the long knife in his hand, Xiong Gang's eyes fell on the city less than a hundred feet, and his whole heart was raised to his throat.

"Bang ......"

In the fierce cold wind, the sound was faint and inaudible, but it also lifted Xiong Gang's spirits.

The spilled water worked.

However, this was only an expedient measure, which could only stop the pace of the Huns' attack on the city, but it was difficult to block the Huns' offensive outside the city.

They're always going to attack.

Loosening the hand holding the handle of the knife, and wiping the sweat from the palm on the cold masonry, Xiong Gang turned his head to look at Liu Xi, who was still sitting cross-legged on the wooden chair, and later made a gesture with Guo Wei, who understood, and rushed towards the other side of the city with a group of people.

As Xiong Gang expected, the sudden ice caused the Huns to be confused for a moment, but they quickly stabilized.

They took off their boots one after another, stepped on the frost with their bare feet, and moved quickly towards the city wall.

This Hun has a fierceness in his bones.

On the wooden chair, Liu Xi opened his eyes, although he was very hostile to the Huns, but when he saw this scene, he couldn't help but sigh in a low voice.

Accepting this thought, Liu Xi lifted the long sword beside him, the body of the sword was half stained with frost, shining with a cold light.

After pranayama for a few hours, the aura in the body has not yet been able to operate freely, but Liu Xi's strength has returned, and the Dragon and Snake Nine Transformations are not only the exercises for practicing qi, but also take into account the miraculous effect of refining the body.

Therefore, Liu Xi's physical activity is no longer in serious condition.

On the side, Huyan Qingshi saw that Liu Xi, who was still weak in the daytime, seemed to have changed as a person, his steps were calm, and his hands were flexible, and he was immediately stunned and surprised.

Later, I remembered the scene where Dawu took the head of the Huns from the Sky Imperial Sword, and then I came back to my senses.

The adults and the big brother of the martial arts family are both strange people, so naturally they cannot be compared with ordinary people. Either way, as long as the adults are safe and sound, that's good.

Thinking of this, Huyan Qingshi also carried a sword and chased after Liu Xi, and it took a lot of effort to keep up with him.

"Dangchang!"

An iron claw flew to the top of the city and got stuck in the masonry, and when he saw it, the bear was about to step forward and cut the rope.

"General Xiong, don't be impatient!"

Hearing this voice, Xiong just found that Liu Xi had arrived behind him at some point, and immediately put down the long knife that was about to be raised.

"My lord, this ......"

"Don't alarm them, General Xiong, you take the flying armor and the veterans of the Rampage Brigade to wander around the city, once a Hun comes up, cut his throat directly, don't startle the snake."

Hearing this, Xiong Gang immediately understood Liu Xi's intention to extinguish the torches at the head of the city, so that he could kill the Huns one by one in a silent manner, which would not only be able to repel this night attack, but also reduce the damage of the brothers.

It is indeed a rare good strategy.

Soon, hundreds of people scattered at the head of the city, but whenever there were iron claws flying into the city, there were immediately three or four people standing aside, holding long swords, waiting for the Huns to throw themselves into the net.

Under the iron claws, the rope shook constantly, and from time to time there was an exclamation that floated in the wind, and then a dull sound of 'bang bang bang' could be heard.

It was the Huns who climbed that slipped down.

Holding the sword, until the arm was numb, but still did not see the figure of half of the Huns, leaned down to look down, and saw a Hun soldier on the rope shouted and fell, naturally with several companions under him fell to the city.

For a long time, the Huns still did not see the Huns come up, and at this moment, the guards at the head of the city never hoped that the Huns would appear earlier.

Holding his breath, Liu Xi and Huyan Qingshi beside him made a gesture to step back, and after a while, a heavy panting sound sounded in his ears, and a burly figure also appeared in the eyes of the two.

Some struggled to climb the city, thinking that he was tired, the Huns took the scimitar in their mouths, gasped a few times, and then kicked the feet that had been frozen, and was about to quietly kill the defenders of the city head When he was caught off guard, Liu Xi's figure jumped forward like a ghost, covering the other party's mouth, and the long sword wiped on his neck.

Blood spurted out, and the Hun soldier, who was still dreaming of being the first to climb to the top of the city and be rewarded, withered, fell to the ground and convulsed for a moment, but did not move.

Behind him, Huyan Qingshi and two other soldiers dragged the corpse to another place very quickly, and then stood on Liu Xi's side, guarding the appearance of the next Huns.

And this scene was also played out everywhere in the city, as long as the Huns climbed to the top of the city, they were rushed forward by the defenders who had been waiting for a long time, and cut their throats without a sound.

The night was still quiet, the city was unconsciously filled with many corpses, and the small Yangqu City seemed to have inadvertently become a death situation, and the Huns below gradually noticed the abnormality.

There were not many companions who fell, but there were fewer and more people, and the most important thing was that they clearly saw the people in front of them turn into Yangqu City, but there was no sound at all.

There was no sound of swords clashing, and there were no cries of fighting.

Yangqu City became surprisingly calm, calm and frightening, and every step taken by the foot that had taken off his boots would hesitate again and again.

Undecided, looking around, afraid that after climbing to the top of the city, he would disappear so quietly.

For a time, the morale of the attacking Huns plummeted, and there was no trace of the fierce momentum of the previous swift tiger.

How could Shunbuling, as the leader of the tribe, not see these changes?

Before dark, the Great Khan summoned Shunbuling into his account and ordered him to select 500 sturdy sons from the Bart clan to attack Yangqu City at night.

The Great Khan's tone was very resolute, and Shunbuling understood that this was the opportunity for the Great Khan to give him to make amends for his crimes, and it was also an opportunity for Barth to rise. Therefore, Shunbuling did not dare to be careless, and personally selected 2,000 people, in order to take Yangqu City in one fell swoop, pull out the first iron nail of the Xiongnu army to the south, and usher in an immortal reputation for the Balt family.

However, it seems that this wish is difficult to come true.

After experiencing the frenzied action of sending troops forward, Shunbuling's mood slowly calmed down, and the loss of hundreds of people was acceptable, but at least he had to hear a sound, and now it is unknown that more than a thousand sons and daughters have disappeared.

It was as if Yangqu City had turned into a strange beast overnight, devouring the soldiers he sent out.

At this time, Shun Buling had only one thought in his mind, he must not send someone forward again, he was willing to shake the sky with gongs and drums, and fight with Yangqu City's troops with clear swords and guns, and he didn't want to continue to watch Erlang disappear in vain.

Thinking of this, Shunbuling hurriedly turned around and walked towards the sweat tent, but fortunately Nuhar did not see him, so Shunbuling was able to enter the sweat tent smoothly.

When I went inside, I found that there were other people in the tent, and judging from the clothes, they were Tumoang's soldiers.

"You're just in time, Zat, they're in Xiapi."

Nuhar said this softly, but Shun Buling trembled in his heart, and then he understood why there was an irrepressible joy in the eyes of the soldiers who came to take the soldiers.

At the beginning, he and Lanmaiti led their respective clansmen to divide Yangqu and Xiapi, but now that the other party has captured Xiapi, although Yangqu City is crumbling and almost wants to get it, it is still resisting to the death.

The most important thing is that the third prince Jinhuer is still in the hands of those Han people.

The back was as uncomfortable as a needle, and Shunbuling hurriedly bent over and saluted, "Congratulations to the King Khan, after the capture of Xiapi City, my army will definitely be like a bamboo, and it will drive straight into Jialing City." ”

Nuhar, who was sitting in front of the low desk, bowed slightly, "Yes, Xiapi and Yangqu are Li Tang's northern entrances, and now that Xiapi has arrived, it has indeed found an entrance for the army to go south." ”

But then Nuhar's face turned cold, and his thick eyebrows rose like ink, "Is it okay for Yangqu City tonight?" ”

Can?

Shun Buling understood that this was asking him if he could capture Yangqu City tonight, and he didn't know how to open his mouth for a while, if he came to make it clear, it would definitely make King Khan very unhappy, but if he patted his chest and said that he could take Yangqu City, after dawn, he couldn't make a difference.

Therefore, only silence is the best word in Shunbuling.

"How?" Seeing that Shunbuling was silent, a gleam flashed in Nuhar's eyes, with a terrifying and fierce color, like a sharp blade out of the sheath, sharp and pierced Shunbuling's heart.

"Khan ......"

Shunbuling opened his mouth a little bitterly, he understood what Nuhar was angry about, the Huns went south, this will definitely be sung by future generations, but now the Yangqu City personally attacked by the King of the Huns has not been able to be attacked for a long time, and Zat, who is the prince, took the lead in taking Xiapi, even if Nuhar is eloquent and strategic, a generation of heroes, will also be guilty.

Outside the tent, the cold wind was still roaring, Shun Buling wiped the sweat beads from his forehead with his hands, and plucked up the courage to say, "King Khan, the sons and daughters have no news of anyone who climbs the city, that Yangqu City is so weird, and the Han people who defend the city should have known that we were going to sneak attack, so they have a plan to deal with it." ”

Waving his hand to retreat from Lanmaiti's cronies, his cold gaze was a little more chilly, and Nuhar said in a deep voice, "Are you going to collect troops?" ”

"The king of the Khan saw that it was not suitable to attack the city tonight, and the Han people sprinkled water on the city wall, and the sons and daughters could only climb it barefoot, and many of them fell to their deaths because their feet were frozen on the city wall. The Khan's Tumoang clan has always looked at the Khan's horse, charged into battle, and never had two hearts, and I hope that the Khan can give an order to withdraw the troops for the time being......"

The words were full of pleading.

Taking a deep breath, Nuhar understood that Shunbuling was in pain, on the grassland, and on the grassland, the heroes were judged by martial arts, and the losses of the Tumoang clan in the siege of the city this time were far higher than those of several other tribes, if it went on like this, Tumoang was very likely to be annexed by others in the future.

And this is the most worrying but common thing for the tribes on the steppe.

Taking a deep breath, thinking that the Shunbuling clan had been at the forefront of the siege for the past few days, and even if they had suffered heavy losses, they had never complained, and Nuhar couldn't help but feel a little unbearable.

Yangqu City has been unable to attack for a long time, and he can't complain about Shunbuling, after all, the siege has always been commanded by Nuhar himself, and he clearly understands that the Han people defending the city are very different from before. It seems that without anyone noticing, they have all been replaced by Li Tang's elite division.

Looking at Shunbuling, who had followed him for many years and had never had a different heart, Nuhar knew that he could no longer take his anger out on him about Jinhur's capture.

If the Tumoang clan who are loyal to him is wiped out, it will also be a big blow to the position of the lord of the Nuhar steppe.

"Okay, collect the troops, this king will send an order to Zat, let him come from Xiapi, and attack the remnants of the Han people in Yangqu City, let your sons rest for a day, and attack the city from Ka Ka tomorrow."

Hearing this, although Shun Buling breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, he was also unwilling, killing and injuring many sons, and when he was about to break the city, all the credit was snatched away by Mei Gan.

But Nuhar had already opened his mouth, and Shunbuling didn't say much, so he hurriedly sweated and ordered someone to blow the horn to withdraw the troops.

Above the city, hearing the sound of a horn, Xiong Gang wiped the sweat on his face with his blood-stained hands, "Damn, I'm killing happily, but these Huns have run away, it's really not fun!" ”

As soon as he opened his mouth, the rest of the soldiers all smiled and responded loudly, the Huns could not sneak attack, but were harvested by them one by one, this battle was really happy, more than that pot of wine poured into the stomach.

"My lord, it's really a good plan, and it's so tight."

His face turned red, Huyan Qingshi gasped, just now, he killed five enemies with his own hands, in normal times, he didn't dare to think about it, but this time he easily killed those Huns who had flaunted their might.

Different from everyone's joy, Liu Xi's face was very flat, his eyes were staring at the camp of the Huns, and the worry between his eyebrows did not decrease by half.

Tomorrow will be another uphill battle.