One hundred and seventy-four: Zhuang Daoqing's request for help

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At the end of August, the situation in the north became more and more tense as autumn began to fall.

Jin people all the way to the west, has been about to come to Yanjing City, since the first battle of Hubu Gang Gang, 700,000 troops were defeated, completely laid the foundation for the defeat of the Liao State, and the real sense of the general who can still fight is the border with the Wu Dynasty Yanmen Pass, Hejian Fu, Jingzhou area entrenched.

The heat has long faded in the north, and under the sun, I can't feel a little warmth, and the weeds everywhere are showing a little withered and yellow, and then the horse's hooves trample over and walk out of a road.

In a place called Heyin Mountain, someone was running in the mountains and forests, and then a feathered arrow came, and the figure fell to the ground abruptly. Then several people with bows and crossbows on their backs came over and pulled out the arrows, simply covered the corpse, made a gesture to each other, and touched the front, and the secret battle began again.

The marching cavalry silently crossed the creek and headed for the gap in the mountain, surrounded by rangers who were moving around, passing on various messages from time to time.

"The other party's sentinels have almost cleaned up....In the past, thirty or forty miles from this mountain was Xiao Gan's camp, which was at the key pass of Lulongling, and it was to guard against Xin Xingzong's Western Route Army, so it was a great achievement."

"Hmm....take Xiao Gan, let's leave with one touch, otherwise the Liao general on the other side, Guo Yaoshi, will react, and it will be too late to leave when the time comes."

One left and one right, the two riders were talking, and then, they arrived at the pre-set hidden place, Guan Sheng sat quietly on the horse's back, closed his eyes, the jujube red horse under the seat, the horse's hooves stepped on the spot twice, a little restless, shook his head a few times, and two wisps of white gas erupted from its nose.

The Qinglong knife was hanging, Guan Sheng moved, stretched out his hand and patted its neck, let it be quiet for a while, the long beard fluttered in the wind, and he said: "Yelu Dashi can't shake it, Xiao Gan probably didn't think that our inconspicuous soldiers and horses would come here from hundreds of miles." ”

Next to him, Qin Ming untied the mace tied to the side of the horse and held it in his hand, he raised his eyes slightly, the clouds were floating in the sky, the sky was full of light, under the skylight, the camp tent of 10,000 people was not far away, the handsome flag with black background and red edge was standing in the air and hunting in the wind, in the middle of the camp, the huge handsome tent was in his field of vision.

"Brother, don't worry, you can hold Xiao Gan's head..... brother will guard the rear for you..... light the fire by the way, if it happens, I hope Xin Xingzong can see ..... bring troops over, and the situation on the west road will be opened."

The next moment, Guan Sheng opened his eyes, his arm was deviated, the tip of the knife was pressed, the murderous aura began to spread, and he drank in a deep voice: "I hope so, the hour is almost up, let's go!" ”

Qin Ming also turned over on the horse at this moment, the white cloth towel wrapped around the handle of the mace in the palm of his hand, his teeth gritted and pulled, tightened, and gripped, the horse under the crotch shaved its hooves, and took a step down.

Behind them, columns of cavalry ripped off their camouflage and fell silent, their horses' hooves moving slowly and continuously, trampling into the dirt, stepping out of the slag, and then the earth awoke from its silence.

- Loud and loud tremors, deafening trampling of horses' hooves, and at that moment, everyone raised their weapons and roared, murderous to the sky.

The black dragon that rolled like a wave roared with the wind and the roar of the horse, and slammed into the towering Yingpan Gate over there, galloping, the general with a face like a heavy jujube roared, and galloped on his horse, "Brother Qin...."

Qin Ming was also galloping with a mace, and when he heard the sound, he didn't look back, his eyes were focused on the gate, and he swept past him, with curly hair and red beard, carrying a long-handled steel knife, and he was also in the first column.

"I'll make the way for my brother first!" The rider roared, turned out the longbow on his back and shot a series of arrows, and several Liao soldiers in Yuanmen came to their senses a little, and their figures fell to the ground with a few pops on their chests. Qin Ming's horse's hooves under the seat flipped wildly, and when he approached, a roar of "Ahhhh

Bang –

There was a huge explosion, and the gate scattered and collapsed, and the rumbling horse's hooves behind him were rapidly approaching, and the figure wearing green soap robe and armor flashed, flying from his sight, and crashed into the Liao State soldiers who were rushing over, and the green dragon knife slashed with cold light, and the scarlet blood spilled a long trajectory.

After that, more cavalry rushed in with spears, and the clashing of weapons and weapons sparked sparks; Weapons and bodies, poof-poof-the sound of stabbing into the flesh, intertwined and killed, sounded in the forward advance, and the abrupt attack directly chiseled through the Liao soldiers who rushed over at the first time in the camp, and rushed to the tent of the commander in the camp.

For a while, the two thousand cavalry under the black pressure were like a sharp knife stabbed into the opponent's heart, dark red blood and corpses were intertwined and constantly appeared, Guan Sheng's half body was stained with the blood of the enemy, and he was still rushing towards the crowd of soldiers, and Xuanzan and Hao Siwen followed closely all the way behind him.

"After this battle, Guan Mou will go down in history!"

"Kill—"

The long beard was raised in mid-air, the green dragon waved horizontally, and a Liao army general split his shoulders into two sections, as far as he could see, a person in front of the handsome tent stood like a mountain, and they were close at hand.

……….

On the side, Qin Ming took a breath, it took him a lot of strength to smash open the gate of the camp before, at this time, Guan Sheng had already rushed in with more than 1,000 cavalry, and he had to defend this place and keep the way to retreat, otherwise the way would be blocked by the Liao army, and 2,000 people would be surrounded and killed by tens of thousands of people.

In a trance, he thought for a moment, the sound of breaking the air was brushed over, Qin Ming immediately jumped off the horse's back, and a pitch-black iron chain was waving in the field of vision, and the iron ball full of spikes was smashed horizontally, and with a bang, the war horse under his seat let out a mournful cry between contacts, and instantly the flesh and blood flew out in a blur, and the four hooves kicked the sky, and it was not moving.

Under the light, the fighting sound on the side of the Liao army suddenly became violent, and a huge figure opened his arm to break away the crowd of people, and smashed a fist on a horse's head, smashing the whole horse to the ground.

The gray-white plush was embedded in the collar armor and swayed gently with the wind, half of the naked body was full of the explosive power of the muscles, and the giant looked at Qin Ming, dragging the iron chain wrapped around his arm, and took a step forward like a mountain and a sea.

A ball hammer full of iron spikes flew sideways. Qin Ming pinched the copper handle, and swung it out with all his might, the hammer and rod smashed together, the muscles of his arms twisted and bulged, and the fierce impact made his arms tremble, and the whole person couldn't stop falling backwards, and then fell to the ground and rolled around.

Qin Ming spat out a mouthful of blood, feeling that his whole head was buzzing, his arms were even more painful, and he stood up with his mace, his body still shook, obviously the other party's strength was amazing.

Someone rushed at his side and stabbed with a gun.

Qin Ming turned sideways, raised his hand and smashed to death a Liao man who wanted to sneak attack, blood poured on his head, staining half of his face red, and it was a hideous roar. "Let's get my name—"

The giant-like body walked over, the hammer ball dangling on the iron chain, looking at the enemy condescendingly, and some sloppy Chinese words sounded in the sky of this camp.

"Wu Dynasty people, remember a certain Qiong Demon Nayan-"

PS: The first update (to be continued.) )