Heavy snow filled the ice trenches carved out by the defenders of Juehua Island with pickaxes and picks, and also covered up the corpses on the ice as if they were in the ground.

Bileg rode on the horse, indifferently looked at Lai Qianhu who had arrows stuck in his chest and back in front of him, pulled the reins, raised the horse's hooves, and stepped over Lai Hongyuan's body regardless of it.

In the wind and snow, Lai Hongyuan's corpse froze into an iron-clad steel plate, and his eyes formed two black and white glass balls, which were muddy. The iron bone made by the wind and snow was ruthlessly trampled by the iron hooves of Wuliangha, and the bones snapped in response, and they would rather bend than bend.

Suddenly, with a "whoosh", a short arrow flew straight towards the heart of Billeg, and the soldiers behind him reacted very quickly, and with a wave of the saber, the weak short arrow fell to the ground.

Bileg turned his head, his eyes dark and dark.

He Jiuqi, who was lying on the ground and could only support half of his body, almost couldn't even focus, and all the large balls of blood on his body condensed into a black ice lump, and he spit out a mouthful of blood first: "Raised by a bitch." ”

Bileg glanced at him, and glanced at the soldier under the horse, and the soldier went up to the wall and pierced He Jiuqi's chest and back with a saber, like pinching an ant to death.

The Wuliangha soldiers attacked the north gate of the Tunliang City, and it didn't take much effort for the women and children in the city who were powerless to tie the chickens, the weather was too cold, and it was inconvenient to humiliate them on the spot, so they cut off their heads like vegetables to play, and it didn't take much effort, and there was no one left in the city.

After having a good time, this group of hell Shura poured the fire oil prepared in advance all over the city, trying to burn the corpses of this group of people along with grain and grass.

The first puff of smoke rose into the sky, and there was an indescribable smell that mingled with the burnt smell of grain and grass and the undead that could not be swayed, and mixed with a disgusting smell.

When the smoke was torn apart by a northwest wind, a Uliangha soldier who was carrying the corpse was inexplicably nailed to the city wall with an arrow.

Immediately, I heard a heart-rending shout: "Dad! It was a young man's voice, and it was pouring out, and before he could catch up with it, he burst out.

The boy looked thirteen or fourteen years old at most, and was surrounded by three or four hundred men, old, weak, sick and disabled, and his hands holding the bow seemed to be frozen, and trembled like chaff.

Juehua Island has a main island and three small islands - Mopan Island, Zhangshan Island, Yanshan Island, Lai Hongyuan's eldest son was stunned by his father from the back of the head when the war drums were just beating, and was sent to Yanshan Island.

As soon as the boy woke up, he knew that the situation was not good, so he took all the family members and gathered a group of people on the island, and barely made up a "rabble" and rushed to the main island like crazy.

It's a pity that he was still a step late and didn't see his father for the last time.

The three or four hundred soldiers bravely took the weapons that were not considered weapons in their hands, and before the Wuliangha soldiers could react, they all pulled up their bowstrings and charged towards the Tunliang City.

The young man's eyes were so red that he seemed to be dripping blood, and he killed three Uliangha soldiers in one go, and the sword slashed on his body as if he didn't know the pain. With a wound on his body, he rushed forward and cut down when he saw a soldier.

His knife was not very good, and it broke in a few strokes under the saber. He took the arrow out of the basket and put it on the bow, but poked it down when he saw anyone. There were barbs on the arrows, and as soon as they were pulled out, they carried a ball of flesh and blood, and the blood spots suddenly became hot on the face, and soon cooled down.

Finally, the young man, who had lost his mind and gone mad, was pierced in the back of the heart by a sword, and fell to the cold and hard ground like his father, and died with the soldiers in front of him.

But the smoke that rose to the sky and was violently torn apart continued to rise into the gloomy sky without hesitation.

After the hoarding of grain on the island was exhausted, Wuliangha immediately turned to attack Dongshan, and ten thousand horsemen galloped; At that time, he attacked the West Mountain, and killed all the way. Blood stained the ice, corpses strewn all over the wilderness, panic like hell on earth.

……

In the Ningyuan Acropolis, Yu Zhiwei was sitting in the main tent biting the pen and thinking.

Since the last time his eldest brother remembered that he had been writing a battle report to King Pingshuo since he was a child, he suddenly felt that this method was good, so he handed over all the work to Yu Zhiwei.

She raised her eyelids and glanced at Yu Jingning, who was sitting across from her, the guy was holding a book in his hand and was looking at it for a while.

Yu Zhiwei put the pen on the table and said, "I'm done writing, the three thousand horsemen of the Yu family army didn't mention a word, how about you take a look?" ”

Yu Jingning stretched out two fingers to pull Yu Zhiwei's recital to him, and glanced at it slightly: "Shang Ke, just say it." ”

Hearing a compliment from his mouth is harder than ascending to the sky. Yu Zhiwei had long been used to it, and pulled the piece out of Yu Jingning's hand: "I'll go and transcribe it again." ”

As soon as she picked up the pen and wrote two words, she saw Che Si'er hurriedly opening the tent and entering, and said on one knee: "General soldier." ”

The brother and sister looked up in unison.

Yu Zhiwei jumped down from the stool, picked up his bird's gun, and Lili Suosuo hung all the quivers on the leather belt - the whole army was used to waiting for the day, and rarely took off his armor during the day. She hung the bow bag on her body and asked, "The group of kings and calves are here again?" North Gate or East Gate? ”

Yu Jingning's eyelids jumped when she heard Yu Zhiwei's words.

Yu Zhiwei, this guy, ran Beijing movies all day and night in the capital, and he didn't stay in Liaodong for a few months, but he learned the taste of the Liaodong guards.

Okay, how don't you know how to learn! It's too late to regret throwing her with a bunch of veteran oilers now.

"Don't worry, girl, it's not an enemy attack." Che Si'er's face was extremely ugly, no wonder Yu Zhiwei thought that the Wuliang Ha army had marched to Ningyuan City again, "We picked up someone outside the city gate today." ”

Today, the Ningyuan garrison patrolled the city as usual, and when the shift was changed, he saw a soldier flying on a horse, and he was dressed as a scout.

The little scout went down to the city, and could not even pull the reins, and rolled off his horse. The horse neighed, and fell to the ground, unable to get up.

The soldiers guarding the city were startled, and stared at him for a long time without anyone moving, so they cautiously stepped forward to investigate.

As soon as he went down, he saw that the man had lost an arm, and his wounds were hastily tied, and there was a circle of purple ice. He stepped forward to help the man up, and almost let out an exclamation.

This little scout was obviously a Han man, wearing a fat jacket in the Heng army, without armor, fifteen or sixteen years old, and his body was full of wounds, and several knife and arrow wounds were about to turn people into a sieve. He looked at the soldiers in Ningyuan City in a daze.

The soldier called him several times, but he didn't respond at all, and reached forward to probe, and found that he had lost his breath.

The little scout, whose eyes were scattered, held something tightly in his hand, and the defenders of the city had no strength to break it out.

It is the seal of the Thousand Households of Juehua Island.