No. 0095 Goal

The rain kept falling, cold, damp, and tired, and everything was torturing the soldiers outside the city, whether it was Chang He Bing or Yang Yu. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. biqUgE怂 ļ½‰ļ½Žļ½†ļ½

Chang Hebing cursed for a long time, and in desperation, he looked for a place to shelter from the rain nearby, but he really had no place to squat on the city wall, ready to deal with it all night.

Yang Yu and the others were mixed in, squatting on the city wall, Yang Yu still decided to stay, a keen intuition made him feel that there was an opportunity to take advantage of it. Others don't think it's good, and the Changhe people definitely can't think of it.

It was very cold, they couldn't sleep at all, a large group of people were huddled together, and Yang Yu and they didn't dare to talk, for fear that the accent would betray them.

Unbeknownst to them, some chiefs and soldiers actually took the initiative to talk to them.

Next to Yang Yu was a short Changhe soldier, with a mustache, a typical Changhe person, patted Yang Yu and asked, "Which unit is the brother?" Is there a fire? ā€

Yang Yu's heart tightened, he could barely understand the words, but he wouldn't be able to talk for a long time.

Li Xiaoer quickly inserted between the two, "Come and squeeze, squeeze and warm." There's a fart fire, and there's a drench. Which unit are you from? "Authentic long and accented.

The little man and the soldier looked disappointed and replied: "The squadron of the crossroads, alas, I don't know if there will be any squadrons in the future." ā€

"What's the matter, it's broken up too?"

"Damn, it's scattered, it's disabled, our squadron leader didn't finish an order, he cut off someone's head with a knife, his head flew so high, and blood spurted from his cavity. Alas, there are probably not a few people left in a squadron, and I didn't meet any tonight. Yang Yu who killed that day! ā€

Li Xiaoer: "You also know Yang Yu? ā€

"Why don't you know, this devil is said to be beheaded by 10,000 people! This guy is murderous, I heard it......"

Li Xiaoer chatted with others in an authentic Changhe accent, and scolded Yang Yu who was killed. Even in this case, everyone almost laughed.

After listening to it for a while, Yang Yu gradually couldn't understand, as if the two began to discuss the affairs of their hometown, they were a little distracted, and began to think about other things: the stable and peaceful librarian life in the previous life, and the current military life of Jin Ge Iron Horse, the contrast is really a bit big.

Look at Su Bing, who is like a brother, and even Chang Lei, who used to look down on him, and then think about Dolan waiting for him at home, this is something that he couldn't think of before.

After I came here, it went very well, and now I am also a member of the three products of the imperial court, why is it so smooth? I don't know where the history is going.

After struggling for a long time, Yang Yu suddenly realized that it was his character.

I am basically a dual personality now, a scholar and a gangster, it seems that he always makes the right choice at a critical moment, and acts like a fish in water, Yang Yu thought, I am the rhythm of Gemini, haha!

What zodiac sign is Dolan? I don't know if the two of us are compatible with each other's zodiac signs? In this way, between the cranky thoughts, it seems that he is asleep, and he seems not to be asleep, the sky is faint in the haze, and there is a sound of damp wood rubbing and creaking, which makes people get goosebumps, but these people outside the city are like hearing the sound of Lun, hula and run in the direction of the city gate, and the city gate opens!

A team of guards was at the door to check on them, but what was the use? The soldiers were already scattered, and last night they rolled in the mud all night, like mud monkeys. Coupled with the fact that the soldiers had been frozen all night outside the city, how could they still have such a good temper waiting to be checked one by one, and the dissatisfaction reached its peak, and a nest of frenzy squeezed in.

The inspecting officer had no choice but to cautiously look at the uniforms of the soldiers entering the city, and kept asking loudly: "Which unit?" ā€

"Itasaki squadron!"

"Shen Teng Wu Company!"

"Squadron Takehara!"

The sound of an answer came from the surging crowd.

Yang Yu and Li Xiaoer together, when they entered the city, the officer asked loudly as usual: "Which one is his?" ā€

"Crossway Squadron!" Li Xiaoer replied casually, and the officer then asked the next group of people.

Yang Yu looked back at Su Bing and Chang Lei, who looked surprised, and the expressions of the two were obvious: Just came in? That's too easy, right?

Entering the city gate, someone loudly commanded the rout to report everywhere according to different numbers, Yang Yu and they were grinding, the signal of the attack had already been transmitted, they had to grasp the opportunity, and control the city gate at the moment when the attacking troops appeared.

If they start early, without the cooperation of the large army, it is estimated that it will take a meal, and Changhe people will be able to chop them into minced meat, if they know that Yang Yu is in it, it is estimated that Changhe people will chop more vigorously, maybe they can eat raw without adding condiments, so they have to wait.

Yang Yu and the others had more than a hundred or ten people, wandering in groups of three or five and refusing to move forward, which attracted the attention of a square-faced officer, and asked Su Bing sternly: "Which unit are you from?" Why don't you rush to report? ā€

Li Xiaoer hurriedly stepped forward: "My lord, we are waiting for the other brothers. ā€

"Don't stay here, report now!"

Li Xiaoer responded, and everyone moved for a short while, and then stopped.

After a while, the officer ran over again and asked, "Why are you still here?" Say, "Which unit are you from?" Pressing the handle of the knife with his hand, the soldiers behind him stared at him, looking like he had said something wrong, and he was about to do it.

Li Xiaoer Khan had already come out, and nodded with a hunched waist and said, "Go now, go now!" ā€

looked at Yang Yu standing on the side for help, he couldn't grind anymore!

Yang Yu glanced outside the city, the rain had stopped, the sky was brighter, and the visibility was very good, but there was still no shadow of the attacking troops, Yang Yu estimated that it would take a quarter of an hour for Yu Huatong to bring people to arrive.

There is no way, it can't be delayed any longer, leaving the vicinity of the city gate, they are nothing, and Yang Yu obviously saw the deep suspicion in the eyes of the square-faced army.

Yang Yu raised his knife in his hand, cut off the head of the square-faced officer, and shouted: "There are spies, kill quickly!" ā€

Chang Lei cheered in his heart: Yang Shuai is so fast!

The second thought is, despicable enough, the thief shouts to catch the thief!

Thinking so in his heart, he didn't delay at all, and while slashing at the soldiers behind the officer, he also shouted: "There are spies, kill quickly!" ā€

Yang Yu's men moved one after another, slashing at the Changhe soldiers beside him, and there was a big chaos near the city gate.

Yang Yu They are very skillful, and they only shouted "Kill quickly!" The knife in his hand did not distinguish between the defeated soldiers and the defenders, and slashed down indiscriminately, and the Changhe army was suddenly in chaos.

Liang soldiers cut the guards, the guards cut the rout, the rout cut the guards, the rout cut the rout, anyway, everyone is in danger, for a while, only by cutting down the people around them, can they ensure that they are not cut down.

Yang Yu shouted in their mouths: "Your own people, don't do it!" There was no ambiguity in his hand, and he cut it down while the other party was stunned. Yang Yu and the others tied a strip of black cloth on their left arm in advance for identification, so they didn't have to worry about accidental injury.

Changhe soldiers are miserable, I don't know which ones are annihilated, and I don't know how many people are annihilated, their own people cut down their own people, and more than half of the Changhe soldiers who were killed and wounded near the city gate that day died under their own hands.