The cold wave hit one after another, and Zhao Xian only felt that he was about to freeze to death.

He moved his frozen fingers, endured the chill that invaded his heart, and slowly stood up from behind the horses full of arrows, carrying a long knife, and saw a thrilling scene that made him tremend.

He stood in the middle of a pile of corpses, covered in blood, with countless limbs, broken heads, and broken blades scattered all over him, and the blood soaked every inch of the ground under him, frozen into a large area of blood-red ice, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood, which was disgusting.

The snow-covered ground was already full of arrows, and most of the people who were still alive just now were dead.

"One sword!" Zhao Xian looked back, a thin figure, wearing a piece of broken armor on his body, and a copper helmet on his head, trembling behind several figures full of arrows.

In the distance, an ancient city stands majestically on the vast snowfield, the city wall is like a forest of swords and guns, countless soldiers wearing ancient military uniforms stand there, on the city tower, a big flag embroidered with the word "beam", facing the north wind of hunting, floating in the air.

The gates of the city were opened, and countless defeated cavalry rushed into the place, and the procession entered the city in a panicked manner, guarded by the archers of the walls.

The bloody picture filled Zhao Xian's visual nerves, full of coldness and anger, the north wind was howling, the snowflakes were fluttering, Zhao Xian's face was pale, and his hair and eyebrows were already covered with a layer of frost.

Yue Jiheng's helmet didn't know where it fell, his long hair was spread out one day, his face was full of blood like a ghost, the horse lance in his hand was inserted in the ground in the distance, his eyes flashed with unwillingness and humiliation and galloped back, even the horses under his crotch were wounded, and blood foamed between his mouth and nose.

"Withdraw!" Yue Jiheng fled with the remnants of the soldiers, behind him was a military general who looked like a rough man, holding two sledgehammers, looking at the appearance of more than 100 catties, riding on a short horse and looking at Yue Jiheng who was fleeing from the road, he laughed, standing outside the range of the arrows and shouting: "I am Shi Yuan, the captain of the cavalry, the thief will dare to go out!" ”

Chen Qing's face was pale, and he kept ordering his subordinates to release a rain of arrows to cover Yue Jiheng and the others into the city, and shouted behind him: "Go to the East City and the West City for help, go quickly!" ”

Shi Yuan, who was holding a sledgehammer, shook his head, and the standard-bearer next to him waved a flag, and the pale civilians half a mile away rushed to Jinling slowly again with the corpse.

"Let's go!" Zhao Xian gasped, the smell of blood made him almost dizzy, carrying the trembling Hu Yidao, slowly walking like a city gate.

The city gate was in front of his eyes, and from a distance, Jinling was no longer majestic, as if he had been sick for a long time, and a military flag of the Liang army shivered on the city wall in the cold wind.

He stepped on corpses and blood, and walked towards the city gate with difficulty, and almost everywhere he passed, he saw almost all corpses.

As long as the eye can see, it is blood-red.

The world seems to have turned red, with red walls and red earth.

For the first time, he understood what war is, and now it is two hostile countries, they are enemies, and they will not treat you as a brother and have pity on you because of what will happen in a few hundred years.

"Close the gates! Close the gates! ……”

Suddenly, Ning Mo's shout came from the city, and all the cavalry had entered the city, leaving only a few horses that had lost their owners, wandering in the sea of blood.

The sound of thunderous horses' hooves came from far and near, Zhao Xian felt the ground under his feet tremble slightly, he looked back, but saw dense cavalry on the horizon, and civilians leading the way in front.

The cavalrymen were tall and athletic, and their faces were even more vicious. They wore uniform uniforms, all wearing silver armor, and the standard-bearers waved the banner of "upholding orthodoxy and eliminating traitors", which was also mixed with a big "Qi" character.

The cavalrymen rode their horses and slowly pressed up from behind, raised the sharp blades in their hands, and pointed to Jinling from afar.

"Close the city gate quickly, beware of the Qi army breaking the city!" Ning Mo lay on the battlements and shouted loudly.

The screams of the wounded soldiers being killed kept in his ears, Zhao Xian carried Hu Yidao on his back, stood in a pool of blood with his head up, saw the city gate closing little by little, and vaguely saw a red figure rushing over, his pretty face was full of anxiety.

With a loud "bang", the city gate closed tightly, and the city gate was rushed to the next place, and the wounded soldiers lying on the ground slapped the 'bang' softly.

Zhao Xian stood under the city and looked at the city, the soldiers on the city tower were very nervous, the archers had drawn their bowstrings, ready to defend, those blood-red eyes stared at the Qi army tightly, occasionally looked down at the abandoned soldiers under the city, and immediately gritted their teeth and looked ahead, as if they didn't see anything.

In troubled times, human life is like a mustard!

Shi Yuan laughed, held a sledgehammer and looked at the only figure standing outside Jinling City, and shouted: "Little bastard, if you are a gentleman, be happy, the scar from the back is a man's shame." ”

The snow was still falling, turning a shocking red the moment it hit the ground.

"One sword, I'll go first." Zhao Xian threw Hu Yidao on the ground and patted the blood stains on his body.

"Brother Xian, I don't want to die!" Hu Yidao howled and cried, and he fell to the ground without even the strength to stand up.

Zhao Xian showed a hint of a smile, pulled a somewhat panicked war horse, turned over and rode up: "It's a bit backbone to die, your mother has a pension of fifty taels of silver, what are you afraid of." ”

The rickety horse suddenly found the main backbone at this time, and there was someone on its back to control it, it didn't seem to be panicking in the face of the Qi army, its dark hair was full of blood, and its nostrils were spraying heavy snorts, and it looked up to the sky and neighed, facing the countless iron horses that rushed over.

"Drive!"

The bowl-sized horse's hooves stepped into small pits in a pool of blood, and the scarlet blood closed the moment the horse's hooves left, and the splatters of blood splashed far away, and even the snowflakes falling in the sky seemed to be printed red.

Pulling out the horse lance inserted in the ground, Zhao Xian stared at Shi Yuan with blood-red eyes in one hand: "Changzhou Zhao Xian is here, come to fight with you!" ”

The soldiers on the city wall clenched the arrows in their hands tightly, even their frozen hands trembled slightly, the tip of their noses was sour, and they watched from afar as they single-handedly rushed towards the Northern Qi army.

"Good! It's a man! Shi Yuan was not in a hurry when he saw that the city gate had been closed, and the two octagonal copper hammers touched suddenly, stopping the advancing knights and civilians, and rushed out with the horse's belly in his arms, rushing straight towards Zhao Xian.

An ancient city, two armies facing each other, between tens of millions of people, the silent night sky is constantly drifting with goose feathers and heavy snow, and two fierce horses pull a striking trace on the ground where snow and blood are intertwined, and they are approaching at a very fast speed on the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood.

"Shoot the arrows, release the arrows to me!" Ning Mo saw that Shi Yuan rushed to within a stone's throw of land, and his eyes lit up and he immediately yelled at the archers.

The surrounding soldiers were all shocked, gritting their teeth as if they didn't hear no one doing anything, Chen Qing's face was red and white, and he felt the gaze of the soldiers on the left and right, he raised his hand and said: "Ning Jian Jun is tired, help him down to rest." ”

"Yes!" The pro-soldier immediately lowered his head and put the angry Ning Mo down.

Facing the menacing Shi Yuan, Zhao Xian clenched the horse lance in his hand, once people put life and death aside, they would not be so nervous, Zhao Xian still flashed a feeling of joy in his heart, he looked at the thousands of troops on the opposite side, and stabbed out the first shot in his life, and it may also be the last shot.

Shi Yuan has been on the battlefield for a long time, obviously not something that Zhao Xian can easily deal with, two copper hammers flipped in his hand, and with a hammer he raised his hand, knocked open Zhao Xian's horse lance, and the other copper hammer attacked directly towards Zhao Xian's face, with excitement from the bottom of his heart in his eyes.

Before the two armies, between tens of millions of people, perhaps only this moment can make people understand what a man is.

"Bang!" With a slight muffled sound, the helmet flew high into the air and fell to the ground more than ten meters away.

The two staggered at breakneck speed, once again separated by some distance.

The white snowflakes fell on his shoulders, Zhao Xian's body shook a few times, and a stream of blood oozed from his forehead, staining his sharply lined cheeks.

Turning around with a sinister smile, he burst out and rushed over again, his teeth almost snapped, his muscles bulged high, he held the horse lance with both hands, and pointed at Shi Yuan fiercely.

The black horse under the crotch, the mixture of blood and saliva kept falling from the corners of the mouth, buried his head and struggled forward, a pair of eyes staring straight ahead, as if he was the same as the person on his body, and he was not moved by the slightest pain.

"Good!" Shi Yuan also knocked on the copper hammer and drove the horse over, looking at Zhao Xian's unfamiliar movements, there was a trace of regret in his eyes, but the battlefield was not emotional, he still raised the copper hammer in his hand......

"Let's die for you!" Suddenly, a hysterical burst of shouting resounded in the silent night sky.

Under Shi Yuan's puzzled gaze, Zhao Xian stabbed the horse in the chest under his crotch, and the impact of the two horses instantly pinned the thick horse lance into a bow shape and plunged deeply into the horse's chest.

The black horse under Zhao Xian's crotch paused suddenly, and was snorted a few times by Zhao Xian's iron-like legs, but he didn't take a step back.

Zhao Xian's whole body tensed, and the wound on his chest that had already been scarred collapsed again, dyeing him into a bloody man along with the wound on his forehead.

"Yikes!" Zhao Xian's eyes were red, the tiger's mouth had been dyed red with oozing blood, the green tendons of his whole body were bursting up, and he swept to the side with the horse lance, and the habitual surname was more forceful left and right, Shi Yuan's horse was no longer overwhelmed and smashed to the side.

"That's a lot of strength." Shi Yuan was shocked, his copper hammer was still out of reach of Zhao Xian, the horse under his crotch was injured and fell to the ground, he was also thrown out and rolled on the snow, and saw that the horse's chest had been torn open by the steel horse lance, and the blood sprayed him like a.

Shi Yuan was a battle-hardened veteran in the end, and the moment the horse fell to the ground, he rolled a few times and galloped towards the Qi army's camp, hurriedly fleeing from Zhao Xian's attack range.

Zhao Xian didn't chase after him, his face was soaked with blood like a ghost, and he stood alone in front of the Qi army and laughed: "Changzhou Zhao Xian is here, who dares to fight with a certain one." ”

Shi Yuan threw down the copper hammer and ran wildly, his face flushed, and he was so ashamed that he wanted to go back and do a few more rounds, but he didn't do anything stupid at the end of his life.

"Good!" There was cheering on the city wall, and many people stepped forward to urge Chen Qing to open the city gate to welcome Zhao Xian back.

The Qi army was two arrows away, and the cavalry charge was coming in an instant, and Chen Qing dared to open the city gate, but his face turned red but he didn't make a sound.

Thousands of soldiers in the Northern Qi Dynasty were stopped in front by one person, and the main general was also beaten and lost his armor, his face was obviously not good-looking, it stands to reason that someone should be found to solve him and then attack, otherwise it is difficult to listen to more bullying and less. But the battlefield is a battlefield after all, and who will reason for the corpses on the ground when it comes to morality?

The war drums sounded again, the cavalry of the Northern Qi slowly pressed, the tall siege carriage was pushed and moved slowly, the sword and shield soldiers followed, and the bloodless civilians walked to the front again.

"Phew!" Zhao Xian spat out, twisted the horse lance in his hand, and knocked the horse's belly under his crotch, with a trace of hideousness in his expression.

The horse and Zhao Xian had just met, but at this time, like partners who had been together for many years, they rushed towards the Qi army like a steel barrier again with a long neigh, one person and one horse set off Jinling City, revealing a sadness of the end.

The fluttering snowflakes were brought out by the strong wind of the fierce horses, and a long whirlpool was carried out.

Blood was still dripping from the tip of the cold spear, the hooves of the bowl-sized horses kicked up pieces of dust mixed with blood beads, the dark armor was stained dark red with blood, and the scarlet eyes under the long hair flashed with infinite anger.

The spears of the Northern Qi cavalry were slowly flattened, and the cold tips of the spears pointed at Zhao Xian and the black horse who rushed on the plain, quietly advancing forward, and the eyes of people and horses were full of the same indifference.