Chapter 483 Qingyuan Fifth Year Winter (Ask for a monthly pass, ask for a subscription!) ）

The cold wind was blowing and getting more and more urgent.

The wind was high and the dry woods were screaming bitterly in the wind. It makes people's scalp tingle when they smell it.

The old wolf's eyes were like torches, he glanced at the crazy Turks under the mountain, and smiled coldly.

Black hair like ink, dancing with the wind. It's like killing a god.

The old wolf turned his head and hurriedly called out to the soldier who was about to go down the hill.

"General!"

The soldier was stunned for a moment, then stood still, bowed his hand, and looked at the old wolf in bewilderment.

"Get the brothers out of the jungle!" The old wolf gave the order succinctly, then turned his head and said to the adjutant beside him: "Tell the archers, prepare the rocket!" ”

Fall back?

The soldier stood still, tilting his head and frowning at the old wolf. The old wolf took a deep breath, looked at the jungles on both sides of the valley, his eyes were full of murderous intent, his fists were clenched tightly, and he gritted his teeth and said, "Lao Tzu is going to roast them alive!" ”

……

Loess.

Corpses were strewn all over the field, and rivers of blood flowed like rivers.

Ashinabate, who was in a desperate situation, led the Turks in the final struggle of the trapped beast.

Ashinabate, who was covered in blood, had already heard the killing cries of his brothers not far away.

But this killing cry lasted for a whole hour, but the army that came to the rescue was never able to break through the seemingly thin, but extremely strong Great Zhou defense line.

Watching the brothers around him fall one by one, Bart was anxious.

"Let the brothers follow me to attack the forest farm!!" Barth's horse had long since been pierced by a bow and arrow, and lay on the bloodied hillside, breathless. Bart hid behind a large tree, allowing the trunk to fend off the arrows. He took a deep breath and ripped a strip of cloth from his body and fastened the scimitar tightly to the palm of his hand. With red eyes, he pulled the herald beside him over and roared loudly.

"Yes!" The herald nodded in panic, and with trembling hands untied the horns of the ox at his waist. I put it to my mouth and took a breath. With all his strength, he blew the horn.

Woooooooo

The horn of battle, echoing over the loess skin, was full of sadness and helplessness.

The Turks, who were shaking their scimitars and fearless to death, were facing the loess slope after hearing this horn. The offensive formation suddenly stagnated. Then, the Turks, who had climbed the hillside, receded like a tidal wave.

"Old Zhou, Old Zhou, the Turks have retreated!"

After the gray-haired Qin Shihu strode over, he pointed at the Turkic people who were beginning to retreat at the bottom of the mountain, the hand holding the knife covered the bleeding chest, his lips trembled, and he said excitedly.

Zhou Yafu, who was covered in blood, gritted his teeth and pulled out an arrow from his shoulder. After gasping for a few breaths, after retreating a few steps, the strength of his body was completely drained, and he sat down on the ground, with a relieved smile on his face and said: "Retreat, really retreat!" ”

Before the words fell, I heard Wang Xirang's headquarters on the west side suddenly shoot an arrow.

The arrow burst into the air with a brilliant firework.

Wang Xirang, who was standing on the highest point on the western hillside, suddenly pushed away the soldiers who were supporting him beside him. Drawing his glittering sword, he roared and rushed down the hill with his soldiers.

"Wang Xirang's troops suffered a lot of losses in this battle, and he himself was seriously injured, so he dared to lead people to charge?" After Qin Shihu put down the binoculars, his stunned mouth didn't close.

"Good man!" Zhou Yafu gritted his teeth and wrapped the wound with a strip of cloth. Haha laughed, and after standing up on the ground, he said with a sense of war in his eyes: "My big Zhou boy, none of them are soft eggs!" ”

"Qin Shihu!" After Zhou Yafu wrapped the sword in his hand with his teeth, he turned his head, stared at Qin Shihu with blood-red eyes, and roared in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Qin Shihu was stunned for a moment, then stood up covering his wounds, and replied worriedly.

"Signal, all charge!" Qin Shihu took a deep breath, raised his hand, and pointed his sword at the retreating Turks at the bottom of the mountain, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Old Zhou, our people ......" Qin Shihu glanced behind him, after seeing the tragic situation of corpses all over the battlefield. With a sharp pain in his heart, he hesitated and said.

"I said, the whole army charges!" Zhou Yafu turned his head, told him coldly, and shouted in a deep voice.

"Yes!" Qin Shihu was stunned, and he gave his hand to receive his order in a deep voice.

Turning his head, he opened his loud voice and roared frantically: "The whole army charges, the whole army charges!" ”

The sound was like thunder, echoing over the loess slope. Enduring!

On the battlefield, the soldiers, covered in blood, got up again. After taking a deep breath, he drew his broken sword. With a roar, like a fierce tiger descending the mountain, he pounced on the mountain.

……

"Old wolf, they're rushing up!"

Beside him, the adjutant scooped up a handful of dirt with his hand and wiped it indiscriminately on the wound on his thigh. Gritting his teeth, inhaling the cool air, he stood up, glanced at the bottom of the mountain, and said to the old wolf with a wry smile.

"Hmm!" The old wolf's face sank like water, and he nodded slightly.

"It's the fifteenth time!" The adjutant turned his head, glanced at the extremely tired soldiers beside him, and said with a helpless smile.

"I know!" The old wolf nodded sullenly and took a deep breath. He stood up against the trunk of the tree.

The adjutant saw that the old wolf's movements seemed to be a little sluggish, and he was shocked, and hurriedly looked at the old king's leg.

Under the cold moonlight, on the old wolf's leg, there was a foot-long scar, deep visible to the bone, extremely hideous.

Blood gushed from the wound and fell to the ground along the bloody thigh, staining the old wolf's feet with dirt.

"Old wolf, ...... you" The adjutant was shocked, and hurriedly stepped forward to hug him, and asked worriedly.

"It's just a small injury!" The old wolf smiled unmindfully, looked down at the wound on his thigh, and pouted slightly, as if the wound was on someone else.

"You're going to die!" The adjutant was horrified in his heart, and hurriedly squatted down, pressed the wound with both hands, and said in horror. 】

"Can't die!" The old wolf pushed him away and replied coldly. Then, the old wolf clenched the war knife with both hands, took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice: "Life and death are fate, and wealth is in the sky." Li Wenqing, let's fight, the Turks are coming! ”

The adjutant raised his sleeve, wiped the tears from his eyes, and nodded heavily.

After standing up on the ground, the adjutant held the knife in both hands and was back to back with the old wolf. stared firmly at the Turks rushing down the mountain.

In his eyes full of war, the black-pressed Turkic army pressed up again.

The cold moonlight poured down.

The bare mountain had long been stained red by the blood of the warriors, and under this silver moonlight, it shimmered with blood-red light, which was extremely dazzling.

Hundreds of ragged and blood-stained Great Zhou warriors stood back to back, their eyes full of determination, looking at the Turks pressing towards the mountain.

The wind blew and the snow swept in.

At this moment, hundreds of Da Zhou soldiers who were not afraid of death were holding their positions to the death, and they were the same color as heaven and earth.

The black-pressed Turkic army, like a flood, tyrannically devoured every inch of land on the hillside, and in the blink of an eye, it rushed to a distance of less than a few tens of meters from the top of the mountain.

The flickering sword light permeated the sky and the earth, and the cold air was overwhelming.

The old wolf turned his head and glanced at the far north.

There is Dingxiang, the direction of his hometown.

At this time, the snow in my hometown should not be red!

The old wolf smiled, closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Rush, brothers!" When the old wolf opened his eyes, he gritted his teeth and roared in a deep voice, holding the steel knife in his hand, limping his legs, like a wounded beast, and rushed down the mountain.

At this moment, the sky in the distance suddenly lit up......

In an instant, the flames rose into the sky. Like fierce fire dragons, they licked the night sky ragingly.

The entire northwest direction has completely turned into daylight.

Then, a dull horn whined in the distance.

And when the trumpet sounded, the offensive of the Turkic army attacking the mountain suddenly stopped.

The Turkic man with a scimitar in his hand had a drastic change in his face. There was a look of horror in his eyes.

Woowoo......

At the foot of the mountain, the horn of the Turks to retreat suddenly sounded. Suddenly it echoed over the valley where the killing cry sounded.

Then, when he saw the Turkic adults under Bart's department after the rescue, as if frightened, they turned their heads and retreated down the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, the Turks who had spread up the mountain, like a receding flood, retreated at great speed towards the bottom of the mountain.

When the old wolf saw all this, his lips pursed.

Turning his head, he looked at the western sky red with fire.

After taking a deep breath, he tilted his head and closed his eyes.

Two lines of hot tears flowed down the blood-covered face.

"Yanmen is closed!"

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Yanmen Pass

Blood was spilled all over the city, and mutilated corpses were everywhere.

In the air, there was a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting.

And the old and ruined castle tower was full of white feathered arrows.

The onslaught of the Turks finally retreated.

Lu Heng raised his head and looked at the sky in front of him that was red by firelight. He took a deep breath and raised his hand to wipe the moist corners of his eyes. I regret it in my heart.

Behind him, Agui, Hou San, and all the soldiers guarding the city. The gaze remained shocked.

For a long time, he looked at the sky red by the fire and refused to leave.

At that moment just now, Hu Hansan, whose paraglider was ignited by a rocket, roared angrily, like a nirvana flame phoenix, carrying dozens of fire oil jars, and rushed to the location of the Turkic grain and grass on the ground as if he were dead.

Behind him, more than a dozen paratroopers roared and fell in unison.

The oil jar instantly ignited thousands of stone of grain and grass heavily defended by the Turks.

In an instant, the flames burned into the sky.

"Let's go, Hu Hansan!"

Lu Heng took a deep breath, opened his eyes, looked at the burning Turkic camp, touched his chest with one hand, and saluted solemnly. Said in a deep voice.

Behind him, tens of thousands of blood-soaked troops, moving in unison, rubbing their chests with one hand and bowing their heads in unison.

The night is dark, and the moonlight is like a sprinkle.

The bloody Yanmen Xiongguan is even more vicissitudes. The wind and snow swept by, and the mountains in the mist were as deep as the sea.

The fifth year of the Great Zhou Qingyuan, winter. The Battle of Yanmen Pass ended.