The cold white light swept through the darkness of the earth, rising from under the iron hooves, converging on the sharp tip of the sword held high, with a bloodthirsty ghostly smile, stepping on the glory.

Yang Zhao was holding a long knife and standing in front of the Qin army on a maroon high-headed horse. I saw his navy blue swallow robe unfurling against the wind, just like the black sideburns under the wind, arrogant and arrogant, and the sharp eyes under the long hair had already ignited a strong killing intent, overwhelming and mighty.

Behind him were three rows of black-clothed ironclad guards, the sharpened tip of the sword pointing straight in the direction of the Qin army, and in the next second, they would surge out like ghosts, killing them without leaving a single piece of armor.

Qin Jiang Quan Yi and Yang Zhao stood opposite each other, his right hand holding the hilt of the sword opened slightly, and then held it tightly again.

I only heard him lower his voice and order to the forbidden army behind him, "Leave no one!" ”

After speaking, his eyes were cold, and he drew his sword like thunder, and rode forward bravely, as fast as a sudden whirlwind.

Yang Zhao had already prepared, snorted coldly, and raised his sword to meet the enemy, only the deep killing intent that he exuded from his body never decreased.

The two people soon met each other, and the scene gradually became chaotic.

After Song Ling saw that the person who came was Yang Zhao, he hurriedly touched the soft sword on his waist, wanting to help him.

Yang Zhaozheng and Quan Yi were inseparable, and in a hurry, he saw the soldiers and horses with sharp armor and sharp boots from a distance, and couldn't help frowning, he didn't expect that the Qin State would come to reinforcements so soon.

Seeing that the Qin army was getting closer, Yang Zhao no longer loved to fight, and made a retreat gesture towards Song Ling behind him.

Song Ling immediately understood, she took three steps and made two steps, and ran straight to Yang Zhao's horse.

"Get on board!"

Yang Zhao grabbed Song Ling's arm, pulled her onto the horse, and rushed out of the city gate with a fierce whip.

****

It is less than twenty miles from Binh Duong

The carriage galloped, the wheels rolling over the gravel and dust, making a continuous creaking and grinding sound, and the dust muffled the whispers and prayers of the women inside.

The small space is crowded with female dependents, some of them have just passed the age of cardamom, and some have passed the age of sixties, most of them are the family members of the Xianbei generals of Yan Guo.

Yang Zhao's sister, Yang Xue, is also among them.

The bright-eyed woman lowered her head at this time, repeatedly and uneasily scrubbed the handkerchief in her hand, her eyes full of worry.

Now that the war is going on, they have become the biggest worry of the soldiers of Yan Kingdom.

Murong Chong secretly sent someone to escort them from Chang'an to Pingyang early, and the ten thousand troops returned to their hearts, and the elite division, like a rushing river and a sharp sword out of the sheath, moved forward.

****

The sky had already brightened, and for some reason, the sun of April was particularly manic today, hanging high in the sky, like a three-flavor furnace, unscrupulously scorching the earth, as if to evaporate the last trace of water from the grass and trees.

In order to disperse the Qin army's pursuit of troops, they divided their troops into multiple routes, and Duan Sui broke through quickly, and at that time, the news of their troops had not yet flowed to the various checkpoints, so the Qin army's towns did not set up a heavy ambush, and the army he led could be on the main road, although there were losses, but most of them had arrived in Pingyang.

Han Yan's soldiers and horses were already seriously injured due to the confrontation with Fu Hui's army, and they could no longer fight in various passes, so they chose the waterway, although it took some time, but the remaining hundred or so men and horses were saved.

Song Ling and Yang Zhao, on the other hand, did not have the opportunity to occupy time, nor did they have too many men and horses to compete with the Qin army, so they had to choose the most rugged and farthest mountain road.

They led dozens of shadow guards, all the way to the mountain trails, avoiding checkpoints, non-stop, they had been in a hurry for several hours without a moment of breathing, and they didn't even dare to waste the effort of getting off the horse and salivaing.

At this time, they had only one belief in their hearts, to arrive in Pingyang in the shortest possible time and join Murong Chong's army.

Her dry lips had already cracked several times in the hot sun, and with a slight sip, she could feel the bloody smell of blood pouring back into her mouth.

It's just that at this time, she is completely unaware of the tiredness of a night's travel, just because she has a yearning.

Pingyang, she clenched the purple jade in her hand, and couldn't help but meditate in her heart.

Where he is, it is the direction of life.

But fortunately, there are not many people, and the foot is light, as long as you cross this mountain again, you will reach the last checkpoint before Binh Duong, Pusaka.

And this level, located in the fortress, has no way to find it, and if they want to pass this level, they can only enter through the city gate.

At this time, the beacon tower had rumored a war change, and Dou Chong, the defender of Pusaka, had led an army of 80,000 to wait for them to throw themselves into the net.

Song Ling didn't know how much danger awaited them at this last level. What they don't know is how heavy the price they have paid here is.

Sharpened wooden frames stood at the gates of Kasaka Pass, and the guards outside the city were all armed with sharp swords, and their eyes were like gatherings, and they searched around closely for suspicious figures. And the city tower is full of arrows and feathers, layers of garrison, strict and solemn, as if this silent city tower is waiting for a big battle.

The gate of the city was full of many people, some of them carrying vegetables and fruits, some selling some clothes and jewelry, and most of them were ordinary traders who were going to the town to do business. Judging by the sweat oozing from their foreheads, they must have come early in the morning, and they were not allowed to pass after waiting here for a long time.

Song Ling and Yang Zhao reined in the jungle, looked at each other in unison, and the expressions of the two people reflected in their pupils were extremely serious.

It seems that pedestrians are already prohibited from entering and exiting this gate.

The situation is quite not optimistic.

The Qin army guards outside the city gate alone are about tens of thousands, and they are all wearing fine armor, and on the other hand, there are only a few dozen of them, who have been running around all night and are hungry.

If you want to force yourself through this, it's impossible.

The meeting of several armies is extraordinary, and every minute and second may delay the fighters and fall short. Although she didn't know what Murong Chong's next plan was, she had heard him say that if one day they rose up, they would inevitably gather all the troops of the Yan Kingdom and exhaust the strength of Xianbei to jointly resist Qin and revive the Yan Chamber.

Yang Zhao looked at the Pusaka City Gate where the soldiers and horses were standing in a row, and his brows couldn't help but wrinkle deeper and deeper, "Song Ling, do you think we can get by?" ”

Song Ling took a deep breath and looked back at the Yan soldiers behind him with a tired face but firm eyes in his eyes, although she and Yang Zhao only had these dozens of shadow guards, far inferior to Duan Sui and Han Yan's soldiers and horses, but she was very sure that Feng Huang must be waiting for her at this time!

She tore off the back of her hair with one hand, and her long hair fell down like a waterfall, only to hear her say in an extremely firm tone, "We, we must pass!" ”

"Pass Pusaka, go to Pingyang!"

Yang Zhao was stunned for a moment, he looked at the woman with bright faith shining in his glass eyes, and it seemed that time had gone back to the night of the Battle of Yecheng, the figure who was seriously injured but indomitable in the sword.

"Yang Zhao, are you willing to make a bet with me?"

The man looked at her, and the corners of his mouth full of wind and frost couldn't help but smile, "Now that I'm here, what else can't I gamble on!" ”

Song Ling's heart warmed, her comrades-in-arms were like this, and she had no worries.

"If you lose......"

Before she finished speaking, Yang Zhao interrupted her categorically, "Then the last battle will be dashing, and there will be no regrets in this life!" ”

"Good!" She also smiled suddenly, like an epiphany, but she replied resolutely.

Instead, she turned around and ordered the Shadow Guard behind her, "Everyone take off their armor and weapons!" ”