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At the foot of Besan Mountain, this is a place that resembles a mountain col. One side is against another mountain, and the other side is flat land, but the flat land is not vast, and then it is still leaning against other mountains.

This was originally the best barrier for Jingzhao, and if there was an invasion of foreign enemies, the enemy would never be able to pass through as long as they stationed troops on the side of the other mountain. Originally, there were Gyeonggi guards stationed on both sides of this mountain pass, but Dayong Seunghei has been in peace for a long time, and Gyeonggi Guard has long been merged into the Jingo Right Guard. Both sides are now empty.

No one thought that there would be a war here. The natural barrier of other mountains has become a shackle for Shen Zegao, Ying Nantu and others!

Ying Nantu protected Zhao Jia, the shield in his hand, dodging the bow and arrow coming down from the mountain. Shan Po and Lingnan Guard are mainly defensive. They gathered in front of the captives and formed a wall with shields, protecting themselves and their captives.

Behind the shield wall, some soldiers also quickly raised their crossbows and shot back in the direction where the bows and arrows came from. For a moment, bows and arrows intertwined in mid-air, and some arrow clusters even staggered, making a fierce collision sound, and then fell.

The two thousand captives, stunned by this sudden situation, could only subconsciously shrink and dodge, they all had shackles on their hands and feet, and they could hardly even dodge and dodge, so they could only half-squat, hiding their bodies behind the soldiers as much as possible.

At the moment, they didn't think about running away. These bows and arrows are simply coming at them, and those bows and arrows seem to be aimed only at them, and they are constantly shooting. Now, even if the shackles under their feet are unfastened, they can't escape this rain of arrows.

Despite so many shields, many of the captives fell from arrows. As the captives fell to the ground, more captives began to panic, as if they felt like they were the prey of the trap, and those bows and arrows were harvested with their lives.

Who will save them?

Ying Nantu's gaze was fixed on the other mountain, and the archers hiding among the trees were already clearly visible. These people were dressed in green clothes, and when they looked at it from a distance, they almost blended into the forest, no wonder the scouts of the elite soldiers earlier failed to spot them! There is such a protective color!

There were not many of them, and it is estimated that there were two hundred, but they all had bows and crossbows in their hands, and they hid in the mountains, taking advantage of the change in the terrain, and were in the upper hand. And the 1,000 elite soldiers carried by Shan Po, because they were dragged down by these 2,000 captives, were almost unable to move an inch, and could only passively dodge these arrow rains.

Even if the elite soldiers are equipped with bows and crossbows, but shooting from the bottom to the top, the hit rate is too low, and there are not many people in Tsing Yi who fall from the arrow.

This can't go on like this! You can't be stupid and wait for death here at the foot of the mountain, you must find a way to rush to the mountain with the soldiers, so that it is possible to turn the situation around.

Ying Nantu and Shan Po were both thinking like this, they were waiting for the most suitable time, and planned to rush into the other mountains in disguise. However, their movements immediately stopped.

At this time, Ying Nantu smelled the breath of the mountains and forests again, mixed with the smoke and fire of the trees, and the breath became stronger and stronger, as if it was right in front of them.

At such a tense time, the appearance of this kind of fireworks made Ying Nantu feel relieved! Pyrotechnics! Kongo Right Guard! They don't have to risk rushing into other mountains, they just need to hold on for a moment, and this situation will definitely be reversed.

"Listen to the commands! Hold on for a little longer! The generals of the Golden Guards will be here! Shan Po obviously judged the meaning of this fireworks, and shouted loudly! His shouting voice instantly sounded in this mountain col, and the Lingnan guards and prisoners all heard these words.

The hearts of the soldiers were calmed down, and the commotion of the captives seemed to be much less.

The people in Tsing Yi who were hiding in other mountains also heard this sentence. Immediately, the speed at which those bows and arrows were fired was even faster, and the bows and arrows were one after another, and the attack became more solid.

Those people in Tsing Yi, as if they knew Zhao Jia, went to him with more and more bows and arrows! Moreover, those people in Tsing Yi obviously knew that time was running out, and they only shot prisoners in the past, but now they even shot soldiers directly. The dozen or so soldiers guarding in front of Zhao Jia also fell one after another.

Shen Ze held his shield high and blocked in front of Zhao Jia. Although he was a civilian official, he also had the power to protect himself, and he filled the vacancy of a soldier. As a prisoner, it doesn't matter if Zhao Jia dies, but he can't die at this time! If he died, Shen Zegao's Qianli escort would be meaningless.

He must keep Zhao Jia, not only for the emperor's will, not just for the so-called military merits, but he wants to let the people behind the Tsing Yi people know that he and the Shen family will never give in! This is the bottom line, and it is also Shen Zegao's blood!

Although the bow and arrow have the tendency to overwhelm the top, Shen Zegao is still in front of Zhao Jia, and together with Ying Nantu, one side and the other, protect Zhao Jia's safety.

The aura of fireworks became more and more intense, the power of the bow and arrow became more and more powerful, and Shen Zegao and Ying Nantu were both hit by arrows on their shoulders, and blood was gurgling out. And Zhao Jia, on the other hand, lowered his head, smelling this bloody breath, he felt that his heart was excited, he really wanted to break free from all this, and he had to work harder and harder, and it would be soon......

Finally, from the top of the mountain, there were bursts of rapid shouts. "Here it is! The fire source is here! Come on, come on! Immediately, these shouts turned into shouts: "Who is down there?" The shout was followed by a rapid roar, which was the unique signal of Sergeant Dayong.

After these rapid horns sounded, those people in Tsing Yi were obviously frightened, and the rain of arrows instantly slowed down and became sparse. These Tsing Yi men were obviously well-trained, and when they saw that the best time had passed, they stopped fighting, and had already packed up their bows and crossbows, and quickly escaped into the mountains and forests.

When Jin Wuwei at the top of the mountain went down to the middle of the mountain, these Tsing Yi people had already escaped without a trace.

saved......

Shen Zegao and Ying Nantu thought at the same time in their hearts, and the Lingnan Guard soldiers and prisoners actually cheered after a moment's pause. Suddenly dying, suddenly being born, this big ups and downs, it is difficult for ordinary people to hide their temperament.

At this moment, in the foothills, there are only survivors, and the boundaries between soldiers and captives are not clear.

"Chief Zhao, don't move. I'm wounded in the shoulder, but I'm sure I'll have your head cut off before you escape. In this cheer, Ying Nantu's faint voice sounded.

The sharp sword in his hand was firmly on Zhao Jia's neck. Although his shoulder was bleeding, the sword he held did not tremble at all, and the blade was close to Zhao Jia's neck, even cutting into the flesh, and blood was oozing out.

The sloppy beard on Zhao Jia's face seemed to be shaking. Even if he has a beard to cover it, you can see the corruption of his face at this moment. It was just a little bit of a success.

Shen Zegao looked at Ying Nantu's movements and couldn't react for a while. He looked down Zhao Jia's neck, but found that the shackles made of fine iron had the slightest crack! Zhao Jia actually used his internal force to shatter these refined irons during the fierce battle just now!

Surprised, admired, or afraid, Shen Zegao didn't think much about it at the moment, and quickly called Shan Po, took off a few pairs of shackles from the dead captive, and locked Zhao Jia again, only then did he breathe a sigh of relief, and then looked at Zhao Jia with a complicated expression.

Before this, Shen Zegao could hold a shield to block Zhao Jia's body, because of the bottom line and blood, when the arrow rain receded, he had to lock these shackles on Zhao Jia's hands and feet to prevent him from escaping, which was his duty and mission. Today, he is still an official, Zhao Jia, and a prisoner.

When the roles are reversed, the things to be done are different. We must defend to the death, and we must force each other to death. That's what he's going to do as a Daeyoung official.

With a "clang", the sword in Ying Nantu's hand fell to the ground, and the shoulder of the arrow could no longer support it and hung down. It was this sound that recalled Shen Zegao's senses. He picked up the sword that Ying Nantu had dropped, and firmly attached it to Zhao Jia's neck, and then waited for the arrival of Jin Wu's right guard.

This is the end of the battle at the foothills of Besan Mountain. Only the surviving soldiers and captives will feel the thrill. If it weren't for the strong smell of fireworks in the mountains and forests, they wouldn't know what would be waiting for them.

With the arrival of the Kingo Right Guard, the finishing work of the aftermath of this foothill is being carried out one after another. Under the escort of Jinwu's right guard, Shen Zegao, Ying Nantu and Shan Po, as well as more than 800 soldiers, escorted more than 1,000 prisoners, and entered Jingzhao City in a heroic manner.

Although he paid a heavy price, he was still able to stand until the end, the great leader of South Vietnam, Zhao Jia, did not die or escaped, and most of those captives were still there; And there is the testimony of the right guard of the Golden Go, which proves how brave and tenacious they were, and finally resisted the sniping of the mysterious man.

Such heroism, such feats, no one can slander!

Shen Zegao and Shan Po, as well as more than 800 Lingnan guards, as soon as they entered the Jingzhao City Gate, they were welcomed by the people of Jingzhao!

These people are all very simple, they saw those prisoners in shackles, and they also saw the blood on Shen Zegao and Shan Po, they only knew that the officials of Dayong and the soldiers of Dayong had made great contributions in Lingnan, and they would not know that the fierce battle in the foothills of Bishan Mountain was just a power struggle.

Those people in Tsing Yi who escaped were nowhere to be found, and even Jin Wu's right guard couldn't track them, so they seemed to have disappeared into other mountains. And the mountain fire in Beesan was also extinguished by Jinwu Youwei, although some of the trees were burned, but fortunately it did not spread too widely, which made Jinwu Youwei can't help but rejoice: Fortunately, he rushed over in time!

Shen Ning took Chun Shi and Qiu Ge, stood in the crowd standing on both sides of the street, looked at Shen Zegao and Shan Po, who were walking in front with their heads up, and also saw the blood on their bodies, and was silent.

When she smelled the smell of blood behind her, she couldn't help but moisten her eyes, she turned around slowly, and sure enough, she saw Ying Nantu standing behind her with a smile, his shoulders hanging weakly, blood stains and holes in his clothes, his face looked extremely embarrassed, his eyebrows were far-reaching, and his eyes were extremely black.

Shen Ning suddenly wanted to laugh again, and for the rest of her life, she once again felt the feeling of rebirth in Changtai's thirty-five years.

Shen Zegao and Shan Po, who were marching with their heads up, and Shen Ning, who was both tearful and smiling, did not expect that the unslanderous achievements that could be made by fighting with blood and life would not bring them honor, but incomparable pain.