The fierce cold wind hit Murong's face like a knife, blowing off his bearded hat embroidered with gold thread, and the black hair that was once only tied to the crown quickly scattered and covered in front of him indiscriminately, but at this time, he had no time to pull his horse back.

He whipped his horsewhip as if he was dying, and ran wildly in embarrassment. He never thought that there would be such a day, when he would only be a deserter from the country.

From the former thousands of troops, to the thousand cavalry out of the city, and then to the current more than ten horsemen, he only felt that in one day, he walked from the top of the mountain to the front gate of hell.

Meng Gao held a spear to protect Murong's side, his nerves were already tense to the point of going crazy, seeing that there were fewer and fewer soldiers around him, he really didn't know how long he could hold Murong away with his own strength!

When the country is about to die, will the soldiers not be scattered?

Suddenly, dozens of sharp arrows were shot out of the jungle, and more than a dozen war horses fell to the ground with a "bang", and Murong fell to the ground.

More than two dozen thieves rushed out at once, they were armed with bows and arrows, and they shot when they saw people, and a dozen or so remnants of Murong quickly fell under the sharp arrows.

Only Meng Gao was left to fight against the thieves with a knife, although he killed several people, but he was wounded several times, and he was almost exhausted.

At this time, a thief suddenly rushed towards Murong with a knife, and Murong shouted in fright, "Meng Gao! Meng Gao! Meng Gao was in a hurry, and threw the only long knife in his hand violently, hitting the thief in the abdomen.

Several more thieves surrounded him, and seeing that he was the only one to guard, and that there were more and more thieves, he had already felt despair in advance.

The boy can't die on the battlefield, but he has to be buried here, which is his sorrow and Dayan's sorrow!

"Poor boys!" Meng Gao let out a long shout, how much helplessness, how much despair, all in this voice.

He threw the thief to the ground with his bare hands and struck him with great difficulty.

Suddenly, another sharp arrow slammed into his back and pierced through his throat.

Meng Gao finally fell, and he could finally rest.

When Murong and Murong Ping saw that Meng Gao was dead, they hurriedly fled for their lives, and the two quickly separated.

Qin quickly chased Guo Qing and Yang Ding, intercepted Murong in Gaoyang, and tied him up.

I want Murong to say that he is also the monarch of a country, even if he is defeated, he should be treated with courtesy, not to mention being caught by a nameless general, he is unwilling, and loudly reprimanded, "You are a villain, dare to bind the Son of Heaven!" ”

"I was ordered to chase the thief, what is the Son of Heaven!" Yang Ding squinted at Murong and said with a smile.

Every word reminds Murong that if you become a king or lose a king, your destiny will not be kept!

****

Yecheng, Tun Cavalry Camp.

The Xuantie door was closed, and on the red sandalwood table inside the door, dozens of high-quality wines were placed, and Duan Sui leaned on the table, sometimes drinking, sometimes being stunned, but he just didn't say a word.

A soldier of the cantonment battalion couldn't help but step forward and asked, "Lord Captain, you don't let us go out of the city to face the battle, and you don't let us escape, what do you want to do?" ”

Duan Sui took a sip of the liquor unhurriedly, and the cloud was so light that it seemed that it was not the moment when the enemy soldiers were approaching the city and Dayan was in danger, but just a leisurely afternoon.

"Going out of the city to fight now is tantamount to dying in vain." He said lightly.

"Then ......," the soldier asked tentatively, as if waiting for permission to escape.

A glimmer of essence flashed from the bottom of his eyes, replaced by a touch of fortitude and firmness, he looked at the soldier coldly, and said firmly, "However, I will never allow such an age-old infamous thing as desertion on my back." ”

Suddenly, the thunder and thunder war drums outside shook the sky.

"Is there a war?" A cavalry battalion soldier asked in a low voice.

"Where did Dayan get the soldiers and horses now?" Duan Sui shook his head and smiled bitterly, suspicious for a while.

Several of the soldiers couldn't help but be curious and went out to snoop.

Instead, they rushed in excitedly and said to everyone,

"It's the chariot camp of the King of Zhongshan!"

"The prince led the army to fight the enemy outside the city!"

"The Murong royal family did not give up Yecheng, did not give up on us!"

As soon as the soldiers of the Tun Cavalry Battalion heard the news, they were immediately excited, their morale was high, and they couldn't help but clench the red tasseled spears in their hands.

Duan Sui was stunned for a moment, he immediately put down the wine glass, picked up the knife and went out to investigate.

There was a scuffle outside the city, blood rushed to the sky, the bright moon hung down, and the shouts of killing continued.

The few Yan soldiers surrounded by tens of thousands of Qin soldiers, their armor was stained with blood, their horses neighed, and they suffered heavy casualties, but they still waved their swords and decided, fighting ten battles in one battle, and refused to take half a step back.

Duan Sui's heart tightened, as if he had been slammed by some sharp weapon and heavy object, he clenched his fists and slashed at the soldiers of the 300 Tun Cavalry Battalion behind him, "The whole battalion is fully equipped, follow me out of the city to fight!" ”

****

She hugged him tightly, as if she had crossed the chaotic river of blood at this moment, shouting for life and death.

Suddenly, a column of Qin soldiers with about a hundred people rushed in front of Murong Chong's horse, waving their knives, and their eyes were full of murderous intent.

Murong Chong frowned, and he said in a deep voice to Song Ling behind him, "You go all the way north, the Qin army over there is relatively weak, you must save your life and quickly return to the city." ”

After saying that, he jumped off his horse and fought against the hundred and ten Qin soldiers with a single gun.

Song Ling was stunned, he didn't expect him to be so intended, he wanted to lure the enemy alone, just to let her go first.

Although Murong Chong was brave and good at fighting, he had been fighting hard for a long time at this time, his physical strength had been exhausted, and he was injured in many places on his body, and his fists were difficult to defeat dozens of hands......

The young man's white clothes were stained with blood, and he stood up with a spear surrounded by Qin soldiers, and the blood was everywhere, he was like a red-eyed lion, and the spear in his hand fell together, and the blood gushed out, condensing the tyranny that was enough to destroy the heavens and the earth.

However, seeing that there were more and more Qin soldiers, several Qin soldiers were about to sneak attack from behind while Murong Chong was unprepared.

Song Ling's eyes tightened, and he hurriedly took out the flying knife on his waist and wanted to throw it.

Who knows, there was a sudden sharp pain in her shoulder, and the flying knife had trembled from her palm before she could make a move.

The flying knife sank heavily into the yellow sand, and the edge dimmed instantly, and the brilliance was lost.

She frowned tightly, her shoulder and back aching severely, and it seemed that the injury was much worse than she had imagined.

The Yan soldiers, who were fighting hard not far away, saw that the King of Zhongshan was besieged, and immediately fought hard and approached in the direction of Murong Chong, but there was still some distance from Murong Chong.

Seeing that Qin Bing was about to raise his knife towards Murong Chong's neck, Song Ling was in a hurry, gritted his teeth fiercely, and flew out with all his strength.

Song Ling only felt that all his strength had been exhausted with the knife, his body was suddenly unstable, and he fell heavily on the horse's back, but the flying knife had just grazed Qin Bing's arm.

At this moment, suddenly the city gate opened, and a column of cavalry galloped out, leading the young man to hang the carved bow diagonally, lifting the long blade upside down, and slashing several people in a row, and the courage was abnormal, and in less than a moment he had killed a bloody road among thousands of troops and horses.

Immediately, the man's clothes flew away, passed all the way, and went straight to Murong Chong.

I saw Duan Sui Le Ma jumping down and standing side by side with Murong Chong surrounded by Qin soldiers.

The corners of his mouth were slightly cold, and he said loudly in the cold wind, "Duan Sui, the captain of the Tun Cavalry, led an army of three hundred, and is willing to fight to the death with the King of Zhongshan." ”

Murong Chong looked at him, and the speed of the gun in his hand did not stop, "Here is a total battle." ”

The Yan army, which was originally tired of hard fighting, was immediately encouraged when they saw reinforcements coming, and they killed the enemy even more ferociously.

In less than half a pillar of incense, the Yan army had the help of the god of war, and the killing of the enemy was extremely fast. Qin Jun's casualties spread instantly, and she seemed to be able to guess Fu Jian's iron-blue face.

Just when she thought that a miracle might happen, reality once again extinguished her hopes, and a situation happened that she had not expected.