Wu Yuanshao's composure calmed the somewhat fluctuating military spirit to a certain extent.

At this moment, no one can personally understand Wu Yuanshao's feelings, and he is under a lot of pressure.

He is now the spiritual support of the Qingxia soldiers, so he has to be optimistic, he has to be calm, anyone can collapse and vent his emotions, but only he can't.

There is also his sense of responsibility as a Qingxia guard and his inseparable friendship for his hometown, etc., these complex emotions are intertwined and cannot be resolved, and there is nowhere to vent.

He wondered every minute and every second, could Qingxia still be able to defend?

At the same time, he also firmly told himself every minute and second that Qingxia could hold on, and Da Zhou would win.

Emotionally, he was heartbroken for the sacrifice of each robe, and intellectually, he coldly convinced himself that the horse leather shroud was the fate of the soldiers.

Soon after, the Beidi people's plan succeeded, and they succeeded in exhausting Qingxia's arrows.

Now the soldiers of Qingxia have only one way to go, white-knuckle fighting, killing a white knife into the red knife out.

At this moment, Wu Yuanshao felt unprecedented relief.

Come on! There always has to be a result.

If I Wu Yuanshao doesn't die, Qingxia will still be the land of my Great Zhou.

He stood with his comrades and raised their knives together.

"Kill—"

Wu Yuanshao rushed to the front and cut down a Beidi man with a single sword.

The general's bravery apparently inspired the ordinary soldiers.

The generals are not afraid of death, what are we soldiers afraid of, just follow the general to kill.

This white-knuckle battle must be extremely tragic.

The Beidi people have some deeper plans, and Qingxia must be captured.

The Beidi people attacked like crazy, and their combat power soared.

The Zhou people also had the idea of becoming benevolent if they didn't succeed, and they would never let the enemy cross the Qingxia Gorge.

Fighting against the water, who is afraid of whom!

Xiao Jiu aimed at the head of an enemy and slashed it, but the knife did not succeed in bringing down the enemy.

The enemy struggled to stand up, wielding a knife to cut Xiao Jiu, wanting to pull a cushion on his back before he died.

Xiao Jiu wanted to raise his knife to block in a panic. But it's too late.

At this moment, a man with a height of eight feet pierced the abdomen of the enemy who wanted to pull Xiao Jiu as a backpad.

The enemy turned back in astonishment, but his hand was weakened by the loss of blood.

This time the enemy really fell.

Xiao Jiu saw the eight-foot-tall man with a surprised expression: "Chief Hu Wu!" ”

"Are you alright?"

"It's fine." Xiao Jiu is now immersed in the joy of escaping death.

At this moment, an enemy wanted to take advantage of Xiao Jiu's unpreparedness and quietly carry out a sneak attack.

But he was recognized by the veteran Hu Wuchang.

Hu Wuchang kicked over the enemy who wanted to sneak up, and then took out the enemy with a single sword.

"Hey, another feat."

Xiao Jiu was a little shocked: "I'm scared to death." ”

"Remember, the enemy who is dead is the really good enemy, make up two more knives" Hu Wuchang patted Xiao Jiu's shoulder and left, he killed the enemy again.

In the battle, the sword has no eyes, and no one is immune, even a veteran is inevitably negligent.

If he was not careful, Hu Wuchang was sacrificed. And there are many, many ordinary soldiers like Hu Wuchang who sacrificed.

Xiao Jiu was the first soldier to find out that Hu Wuchang was killed by the enemy, and he had just been rescued by Hu Wuchang, and at this moment Xiao Jiu's heart was filled with grief and indignation.

Xiao Jiu slashed to death with a knife in anger that killed the Beidi man who killed Hu Wuchang.

Xiao Jiu picked up Hu Wuchang with one hand, and tried to cover Hu Wuchang's wound with the other, but how could this blood still flow?

"Wu Chang......" Xiao Jiu's tears were like Hu Wuchang's blood, and they couldn't stop flowing.

"Don't cry, this is the fate of the soldiers, and those who eat on the tip of the knife should have known that there is today. Xiao Jiu, you remember for Wu Chang that Wu Chang cut down nine Beidi thieves. After the victory, I remember to receive the meritorious service for the commander, and then exchange it for silver taels and send it to my wife and children, my family is in the ......"

"Okay, well, when I win, I'll send it." Xiao Jiu agreed with tears in his eyes.

The war continued, and Xiao Jiu didn't have time to continue to grieve, he picked up his knife and continued to fight, vowing not to give up until he killed all the enemies.

……

Although Wei Zhongxian didn't know why the emperor was in such a hurry, as the emperor's personal attendant, the most convenient knife used by the emperor must obey the emperor.

He did what everyone told.

After changing countless horses, Wei Zhongxian finally arrived at Yanmen.

In front of the city gate of Yanmen Mansion City, one of the hundred households who followed Wei Zhongxian asked, "Eunuch Wei, it's not good for us to enter so fully armed. ”

Wei Zhongxian said: "What's wrong? We are angels with the decree in our hands. ”

"But will this cause some contradictions? Will it make Zheng Taishou dissatisfied? ”

"What about dissatisfaction?"

Baihu was shocked by Wei Zhongxian's arrogance, is this the close minister of the Son of Heaven?

Wei Zhongxian actually watched the dishes on the plate, and what was there to take into account to Zheng Lu, who was obviously disgusted by the emperor.

It is also promoted to Honglu Temple, but the result is different.

One is the true Ming Sheng, and the other is protected by the emperor.

And Zheng Lu is the one who was secretly degraded by Mingsheng.

What face to give?

First of all, we have to put on a pomp, press Zheng Lu, and also shock the people behind Zheng Lu.

We were ordered by the emperor to promote Zheng Taishou, and the officials must be promoted, and Kyoto must also be entered.

"Let's go, let's go into town!"

Obviously doing decent things, Wei Zhongxian was stunned to get out of the villain's aura.

The soldiers at the gate of Yanmen Mansion City saw that the hundreds of people were fully armed and walking violently, and they suddenly became nervous.

"Stop, where are you from?"

Wei Zhongxian didn't say anything to the pawn: "I'm waiting for me to come from Kyoto and bring the holy decree to Yanmen, who dares to stop me?" ”

Wei Zhongxian was full of momentum, and the soldiers guarding the door withered all of a sudden.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the imperial power is still high and authoritative.

The higher you climb, the less reverence you have for imperial power.

The news of the angel's arrival is known to those who have a heart.

What are the angels going to do when they come to Yanmen?

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As mentioned earlier, Qingxia's arrows were exhausted, and Wu Yuanshao led his soldiers in a white-knuckle battle.

This white-knuckle battle was really extremely tragic, sacrificing countless loyal and courageous soldiers.

But why is this white-knuckle battle so tragic?

You can take a look at this topographic map. Qingxia has only one narrow passage leading to the outside. If you enter the Qingxia, you will pass the Qingxia, and when you go out, you will also pass the Qingxia.

At that time, if Beidi wanted to smash Huanglong, he had to cross the Qingxia.

Because only the defense of Qingxia was the weakest, Da Zhou at that time believed too much in natural danger and was too careless.

The passage of Qingxia was extremely narrow, and the warring sides were crowded together.

Only when the comrades who fought in front of them died, did they have a chance to engage the enemy.