In the fifteenth year of Hongwei, in the early morning of the eighth day of October, Zhong Qingyuan led 10,000 cavalry of the Rhino Horn Army and 3,000 Black Flag Army, and rushed towards Liancheng Port non-stop, which was less than a day's journey from Beiwuwei.

At the same time, the 50,000 troops of the Northern Wuwei lined up and drove to the front of the Yushan Pass, which could attack the city at any time.

The bells and drums sounded in unison on the rainy mountain, and more than 1,200 defenders were waiting for them.

On the Yuyin Mountain on the side of Yushan Pass, the 500 forward battalion death squad carefully selected by Liu Yi was struggling to cross the mountains and mountains, and everyone was carrying a huge burden on their backs.

Seventeen-year-old Sangou is in this team, he has just joined the army for two years, he is the youngest of the forward battalion, but he has already experienced several big battles, and he is used to seeing life and death.

Fighting with Liu Yi has always been indomitable, fighting hard, as long as you are brave enough and lucky, you can come back alive from the battlefield.

Sangou thought that he had mastered the trick of survival on the battlefield, but since the Battle of Yishui, he found that he didn't seem to know how to fight anymore, because he had never heard of or seen the current tactics.

Climbing the branches with both hands, his body crossed a small ditch like a swing, and he landed firmly, and the three dogs finally couldn't resist their curiosity and stabbed the veteran next to him with his arm.

"Uncle He, didn't you say that you were going to attack the city, why didn't we go to climb the city wall, but ran to climb the mountain?"

Uncle He is a veteran soldier over forty years old, who has fought with Liu Yi for half his life, due to the poverty of his family, his military exploits have been exchanged for salary, and he is still a big soldier.

When asked by Sangou, Uncle He couldn't figure it out, and he didn't want to be embarrassed in front of the juniors, so he reprimanded with a straight face: "Go, go, why are the little soldiers worrying so much?" Follow the general to cut off people and behead them! ”

Sangou didn't want to ask again, pouted, and followed Uncle He to continue to climb to the top of the mountain.

Walking at the front of the team is Mei Chuang, the deputy general of the forward battalion, who is the "most courageous general" borrowed by Xu Rui from Liu Yi, but he is angry at this time when he wins this honor.

When he first heard this plan, he concluded that he could come up with such a bizarre siege strategy, and Xu Rui was either whimsical or had a water in his brain, and he didn't agree to anything.

But if he doesn't lead the team, Liu Yi will personally go into battle, Mei Chuang knows the temperament of the old general, how dare he let him come to the danger again, so he reluctantly accepted this task of nine deaths.

After climbing for two hours, the team finally came to the top of the mountain, Mei Chuang asked the deputy general to count the number of people and make sure that none of the five hundred warriors were left behind, and then he looked at the first ray of morning light on the horizon and sighed.

"Xu Rui Xiaoer, if Lao Tzu can go back alive this time, he will definitely screw your head off and use it as a night pot!"

At dawn, the Northern Guards shook the sky and began to attack the city.

Standing on the top of Yuyin Mountain and looking at the fire at the pass below, Mei Chuang gritted his teeth and said loudly: "Brothers, don't hide it from you, my 50,000 Northern Wuwei army has been deeply encircled, and it is up to us whether we can break through and fight for a glimmer of life." ”

As soon as these words came out, there was a commotion in the team, but after all, these people were all brave people carefully selected by Liu Yi, Mei Chuang just pressed his hand, and his voice immediately became more than half smaller.

"Brothers, everyone is born and raised by our parents, and now the army of 50,000 is looking at us, if we win, the army of 50,000 will have a way to live, if we are defeated, everyone will have to die here!

I won't say much else, now open the baggage, wrap the quilt, let's roll down this cliff, launch an attack from the back of the Yushan Pass, and break the city for my army! ”

Mei Chuang pointed to the steep mountain wall at his feet and said loudly.

"What, get down here?!"

"General, are you crazy, although this is not a cliff, what is the difference between rolling down like this and committing suicide by jumping off a cliff?"

There was an immediate burst of exclamations in the ranks.

"Shut up!"

Mei Chuang roared and said coldly: "What, cowardly?" My forward battalion has always only had warriors, no seeds! You and the others are all brave people carefully selected by the general, is this kind of courage? ”

Seeing that everyone was silent, Mei Chuang continued: "Those who dare to roll down with Lao Tzu, no matter whether they live or die, they will be rewarded with a year's salary when they go back, and those who are killed, injured and disabled, in addition to the imperial court pension, their wives and children are supported by General Liu.

If you don't dare to get down, get out now, where did you come from, where do you go back, don't say that it is the soldiers led by Lao Tzu from now on, there is no such kind in the forward battalion! ”

"General, we are not a bad breed, which of the soldiers in the forward battalion is not afraid of death? You say jump and jump, but if I die, the old lady in the family will have to bother General Liu to feed, but you can't deceive us! ”

Mei Chuang laughed: "Don't worry, Lao Tzu will dance with you, don't talk about you, if Lao Tzu dies, his wife, children and mother will have to be supported by General Liu, and he will never give up if he doesn't eat his family!" ”

There was a burst of laughter in the team, and the solemn atmosphere gradually relaxed a little.

Mei Chuang took off the burden, shook it with her hand, and sewed one side of several quilts together, and wrapped the "quilt armor" with a layer of leather armor in the middle.

"Alright, armor, ready!"

Five hundred warriors shouted in unison, entrusting their lives to such simple protective equipment.

In a limited time, this is already the best protective equipment that Beiwuwei can make in a hurry, although Xu Rui is not satisfied, but it is better than nothing.

During the Three Kingdoms period, Deng Ai, who was in his sixties, led the army to smuggle into Yinping, rolled down the cliff with a blanket, and two thousand Wei soldiers descended from the sky, captured Jiangyou, broke Zhuge Zhan, cut off the back road of Jiang Wei's army, approached Chengdu, and destroyed Shu Han in one fell swoop.

This time Xu Rui's old tricks were repeated, although Yuyin Mountain was not as difficult and dangerous as Shu Road, and the five hundred heroes were much better than Deng Ai's army who was only wrapped in blankets, but this was still a dangerous move of nine deaths, and I don't know how many fresh faces under the cliff will be buried forever.

Mei Chuang wrapped his body tightly and took a deep breath, calmed down, and ordered loudly.

"The whole army obeys the order and goes!"

At the sound of an order, Mei Chuang took the lead, led a group of people to jump down, and rolled along the steep mountain wall to the back of Yushan Pass.

Sangou was wrapped in quilt armor, glanced down the mountain, and suddenly felt dizzy, and hurriedly pulled Uncle He beside him.

"Uncle He, Uncle He, are you really going to roll off the cliff?"

Uncle He shook off his hand and said angrily: "The generals have all gone down, can we still run?" If you don't jump down, don't say that the military judge can't spare us, even the spitting star can drown you, get out of the way, don't get in the way! ”

As he spoke, Uncle He took a deep breath, kicked his legs slightly, and suddenly rolled down like a sausage.

Seeing that there were few people around him, Sangou trembled, swallowed desperately and spit, closed his eyes tightly, lowered his body, and rolled down with Uncle He.

In an instant, the three dogs felt that the world was spinning, and a heart seemed to jump out of their chest.

The dead branches and gravel will be hung out of the sheets, rubbing on the leather armor to make a "crackling" sound, and the waist knife in his arms keeps vibrating with his body, as if holding a live fish.

The speed of rolling is getting faster and faster, the intense feeling of nausea rushes to the top of my head, and then I am pressed back into my chest by deep fear, and my internal organs are moaning, as if I am going through the fabled hellish ordeal.

Gradually, the speed seemed to slow down gradually, although it was only a few tens of breaths, but Sangou felt like 10,000 years long, and it seemed that one more second would fly out of the sky.

Finally, after a "boom", he seemed to have hit something, and stopped completely, the three dogs were already numb and unable to move, and the torrent that overturned the river and the sea finally broke through the shackles, gushing out of his throat, and vomiting all over his body.

The dizziness of the world swept him like a tidal wave, just like being drunk but unable to sleep, and could only suffer this torment of life worse than death.

I don't know how long it took, the three dogs gradually passed the most difficult time, the three souls and seven spirits returned to their places, and the tragic shouts of killing slowly became clear.

He was excited, pulled out the quilt armor that was still wrapped around his body, and at this time there was only a thin layer of quilt armor left, and there was no place on his body that did not hurt, and all his internal organs seemed to be displaced.

Unable to pay attention to the armor or the filth all over his body, the three dogs endured the severe pain, pulled out the long knife and looked around.

There was already a scuffle around him, and there were hoarse shouts of killing, the sound of oozing gold and iron, and the blinding firelight.

In the crowd, Sangou suddenly saw Uncle He, who was lying on the ground wrapped in a quilt, his eyes wide open, but he didn't have any look, and seemed to be in a state of dizziness.

"Uncle He!"

The three dogs let out a low snort, rushed to Uncle He's side, and with a gentle push, Uncle He's body turned around, revealing a bloody hole the thickness of a bowl, and a half-broken branch inserted in it, which was obviously unfortunately inserted in the back by a stump when he rolled down the cliff.

Looking at Uncle He's face again, it was already a little gray, what kind of dizziness was this, it was clear that he was already dead.

In fact, it's not just Uncle He, of the five hundred warriors who rolled down from the cliff, less than half of them can get up again like Sangou, most of the remaining half have returned to their hometowns, and some are seriously injured and have not had much time left.

"Uncle He......"

Two lines of clear tears ran across Sangou's cheeks, but he didn't cry because now was not the time to cry, and there wasn't that much time to vent his emotions.

A human head smashed beside the three dogs, with a hideous face and a dead eye.

He knew that person, and he was also a veteran of the forward battalion, and he usually liked to brag about how he knew how to save his life, and he had saved the life of Sangou during the Battle of Yishui, but now he has been separated from Sangou forever.

The headless corpse fell, and the warm blood spilled over the three dogs, along with a cold blade.

A chill exploded on the spine of the three dogs, the cold hairs on his body stood on end, he bent down and lowered his head reflexively, dodged the blade, and then raised his waist knife and swept towards the place where the blade came from.

"Poof", the waist knife cut off half of the calf, and then he jumped up, kicked his legs in the man's chest, as soon as he landed, he rolled forward by inertia, came to the man, raised the knife with both hands and inserted it with all his might, until most of the blade penetrated the man's chest and did not stop the force.

"Brothers of the forward battalion, take the gate with me!"

In the shouting of killing, Mei Chuang's voice was particularly clear, like a bright light in the night, gathering the moths that were fighting the fire one by one and killing them towards the city gate.

Sangou also drew his waist knife, followed Mei to the city gate to kill, and while running, he wiped his face with his left hand, wet, and I don't know if it was blood or tears, since Uncle He died, he never made even the slightest sound.

Xu Rui's strategy is actually very simple, attack the city head-on, cooperate with the five hundred warriors who descended from the sky, attack from both sides, and quickly break the city.

Everything is a truth, easy to say, but difficult to do.

The unbridled imagination, the indomitable heroic soldiers and the absolute trust of Yang Weiyuan, Liu Yi, and Cao Gonggong, all these factors combined to allow Xu Rui to successfully replicate the feat of General Deng Ai smuggling through Yinping in another world!

The plan went very smoothly at first, and the army began to attack the city under the cover of the last rays of night, successfully attracting the idea of the defenders of Yushan Pass, and gaining valuable time for the five hundred warriors to descend from the sky.

However, as more and more warriors rose from their armor, the defenders of Yushan Pass finally discovered this strange army in horror, and despair instantly enveloped everyone like a plague.

However, this is a real life-and-death narrow road encounter, there is no way back for both sides, because one step back is life and death, no matter how surprised, no matter how frightened, they must fight against the water, even if it is a real ghost who rushes up, they have to give him a knife first.

Knowing that you will die, but you will be ruined.

The head of the Yushan Pass immediately sounded in unison, and a steady stream of soldiers of the Southern Dynasty stared at the scarlet eyes, screaming and pouring out of the Tibetan Soldier Cave, surrounding the surviving warriors, and the two streams of people collided together, and suddenly the narrow Yushan Pass was crowded, as if the bustling market was rubbing shoulders and crowded.

The procession rushing to the city gate was like a big boat against the current, and after passing through dozens of meters in the waves of the defenders of Yushan Pass, it was finally stopped more than ten meters away from the city gate.

Sangou followed the side of the crowd, and as soon as he cut off half of his head, three or four steel knives swept over, and he slammed backwards and jumped out of danger, but his comrades beside him were not as lucky as him.

His companion had just broken the neck of an enemy, and when the steel knife swept over, he was cut into several pieces before he even realized the danger.

"Ahh

The three dogs were stunned, jumped forward, took advantage of the gap between the enemy's swords, slashed off the man's right arm, and then cut off his head with another knife, and then turned around and jumped to his comrades before the enemy's spears and steel knives slashed over.

The steel knife in his hand had been curled, and Sangou had to throw away his saber, pick up his comrade's weapon and continue to fight, but the enemy seemed to be unable to kill it all, and if he cut down one, another would immediately come out.

The encirclement is getting smaller and smaller, and the surviving warriors are huddled together like schools of sardines.

"Follow me and rush to the gates!"

Mei Chuang's voice was already hoarse, but the hoarse voice was like an alarm bell, tying together hundreds of souls that were about to be numb, and slowly moved towards the city gate.

The defenders at the head of the city were also ruthless, and once the city gates were lost, they would surely die, and the soaring adrenaline made them feel like they were crazy, biting steel knives and spears, and pounced on the enemy.

The battle entered a white-hot battle from the beginning, and 50,000 Northern Wuwei and more than 1,200 Yushan Pass defenders did not hesitate to spare the last drop of blood for their own survival.

At this time, the main battlefield gradually came from the city to the back of the city, a steady stream of defenders swarmed up, and the forward battalion immediately fell into a bitter battle, they finally climbed the mountain in the middle of the night, and experienced a life and death catastrophe, and the body and mind were almost stretched to the limit, and it was the end of the crossbow.