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The Xia army did not rush up again, but they did not open the encirclement and let them leave, and the cold siege battle finally began. 【Latest chapter reading. At this moment, Zhao Yang already believed in the accuracy of the news, Chu Qiao did fall out with Yan Xun, they were going to leave Yanbei, and the gate of Long Yin Pass would not be open for them. In addition to going south, the waterway leading to Bian Tang in southern Xinjiang can only pass through his own defense line, and Yan Xun has completely blocked the waterway in southern Xinjiang.

He firmly believes in all this, accurately.

On September 20, it began to snow. The snow was not heavy at the beginning, but it fell for two days in a row. The rations of the Xiuli army were almost exhausted, and if it weren't for some of the people who had brought some food, they might have starved long ago. The tents in the army have all been distributed to the elderly, weak, women and children, and more than 30 people are crowded into each tent, but there are still old people and children who continue to freeze to death at night. There was no medicine in the army, and the wounded soldiers did not even get a sip of warm water. Chu Qiao could only watch powerlessly as the cold and injuries took the lives of the soldiers who could stand tall in front of the Great Xia army, but there was nothing he could do.

Whenever she watched the soldiers die one by one, and watched the young children crying and starving in the cold wind, she couldn't wait to rush back to Longyin Pass immediately, kowtow to Yan Xun to apologize, and begged him to save these innocent people.

She smiled helplessly, only feeling that there was no strength in her body. Yan Xun is really the person in the world who knows her weaknesses best, he may have already calculated this, she is not afraid of Great Xia, not afraid of war, not afraid of killing, not afraid of death, the only thing she is afraid of is that the people who love her sacrifice for her in vain.

In the past two days, she led her troops to launch four attacks, but all of them were in vain. Zhao Yang adhered to a resolute posture, neither came out to meet the battle, nor ignored their attacks, and every time he rushed up, it was a dense rain of arrows, leaving dozens of innocent corpses.

On the night of 22 September, heavy snow fell, the temperature dropped sharply, and a bitter cold wind blew, and in just half a night, more than 50 wounded and more than 80 civilians froze to death. Finally, some of the people couldn't stand it anymore, and a woman in her forties suddenly left the army and ran to Longyin Pass, like a flood, followed by more people leaving the tent of the Xiuli Army, crying in the cold wind, and staggering to Longyin Pass.

At the moment of life and death, the fear of death in people's hearts finally overcame their conscience, and they left behind this team that had been desperately protecting them and ran towards their hometown.

The soldiers of the Xiuli Army stood silently, no one made a sound, no one stopped, they looked at the group of weeping people in silence, and let them go with a blank face.

The old man in the sixtieth armor ran to Chu Qiao crying, holding the child who was already weak in his arms, and wanted to say something with a face full of shame, but after all, he could only let out a few short cries.

The child's face was already pale, and Chu Qiao knew that if he didn't keep warm, he might die soon. Her throat seemed to be choked by something, and she had no anger, no sorrow, no hatred for their perfidy.

As a soldier, she has nothing to say about her lack of protection and her people, who can only watch them die innocently. She couldn't bear to look at the old man's guilty eyes again, because the guilt in her heart was even worse, she could only bow her head silently, and express her emotions wordlessly.

I'm sorry.

When the dragon yin closed, a bright light gradually lit up, and under the pass, countless old people, children, and women staggered over. People were shouting "open the door, open the door" with unspeakable despair and fear in their voices. In the final analysis, they are ordinary people after all, and their desire is only to live, and occasionally they will have a little luxury, that is, to live a little better.

The snow was getting heavier and heavier, the sky and the earth were pale, and the officers at the head of the city shouted: "Don't come near! Back off! Back off! ”

But no one paid any attention to him, and his voice was drowned out by the cacophony of people, and the people threw themselves on the gates with bitter tears, clapping them vigorously, and shouting, "Open the door!" Open the door! We are the people of Yanbei, why don't we open the door? ”

The cry pierced through the sky, and the warriors of the Dragon Yin Pass were suppressed. They all had a clear view of the battle that had taken place two days earlier. At this moment, no one was willing to point their weapons at their former comrades, and now, when they saw these civilians, they stood on the spot, not knowing how to fulfill their responsibilities as a defender.

"Open the door!" The people frantically pounded the city gates, and when someone fell, the people behind rushed forward and trampled the man into a ball of meat sauce.

Weepings and screams echoed across the wilderness, snow fell, and the heavens and the earth were vast.

"Stand back! Otherwise, we'll let the arrows go! The officers at the head of the city shouted.

"Don't let go of the arrows! We are ordinary people! ”

"Please! Save my child! The woman who ran out first fell to her knees, raised her swaddling clothes, which were no longer crying, and cried bitterly, "You may not save me!" But please, save my children! ”

"Open the door! Open the door! Let us in! ”

……

"Lord Chu!" The defenders of the city shouted, "Come back!" We will not be able to open the gates unless you come in. Your Majesty has an order, as long as you are willing to come back, everything is not to blame! ”

"Lord Chu! Nothing has been done! ”

Hundreds of defenders shouted together, and the sound was like a rolling thunder, rumbling across the vast plain.

As if they had found a savior, suddenly someone turned around and knelt down in the direction of the Xiuli Army, and people were crying bitterly.

"My lord! Let's go back! ”

"My lord! Help us and go back! ”

"My lord! Go back and admit your mistakes! ”

"Your Excellency!" The woman ran out from behind, tripped and fell to the ground, the child in her arms was hit, and suddenly burst into tears, her voice was sharper than Daxia's saber, "My lord, please, save my child!" Please, my lord, save my child! ”

The sky and the earth were so cold and pitch black, and the Xiuli Army stood silently, looking at their commander.

Chu Qiao's heart seemed to be torn into thousands of pieces, she bit her lower lip tightly, the taste of blood permeated her mouth, her hands were cold, and her fingertips were trembling slightly.

Yan Xun, Yan Xun, you already got it, didn't you?

You have expected all this a long time ago, at this moment, are you on the fire and thunder plain outside the Beishuo Gate, quietly waiting for me to go back and kowtow to you to confess your guilt?

As soon as the screams in her ears came, thousands of people knelt at her feet, their heads on the ground, and cried loudly at her. Just a few days ago, they were swearing allegiance to her with their fists raised and shouting the slogan "Long live freedom", but now they are begging her to go back and confess her sins to Yan Xun.

The reality is so cold, yet so helpless.

Her eyes were dry, she couldn't shed tears, the bitter taste ran through her chest, fate had driven her into the abyss of despair, and it seemed that with every step she took, she would be hit on the head and bleed.

"Your Excellency." He Xiao walked over, stood firmly behind her, looked at her worriedly, there seemed to be a faint distress and pity in his eyes, "My lord......" He wanted to persuade her, but he didn't know what to say, everything was so absurd and funny, the world was so big, but where should they go?

"He Xiao." Chu Qiao sighed lowly, and for a while she felt that the blood in her body seemed to be frozen, and she was so desperate that she wanted to die on the spot, but she still insisted on issuing a short order, "Send orders to the whole army, we ......"

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves behind him. The soldiers of the Xiuli Army quickly turned back, only to see the battle flag of Great Xia coming fiercely, and Zhao Yang led the army to fight back again!

"Command the whole army! Resist the summer enemy with me! For the first time in his life, Chu Qiao felt that the army of Great Xia was so cute. She didn't know if she was right to think so, she just wanted to escape from this place like an ostrich, the Great Xia attacked, everything could no longer be taken care of, she had to go back and fight! But she still quietly thanked God in her heart for not letting her make that painful decision at this time, although she may pay a heavy price for it.

"Your Highness! The whole army is ready to attack. ”

"No need!" Zhao Yang said lightly, "Let's just go around and leave." ”

"Huh?" His subordinates were slightly stunned and asked, "Why?" ”

Zhao Yang didn't speak for a long time, his eyes looked at the thick night with deep eyes, and after a long time, he whispered: "I can't let her return to Yanbei." ”

This back-and-forth fight lasted for a whole night, and Daxia seemed to treat Longyin Pass as a playground, and it would not take long for him to come and take a turn. It wasn't until the sun had dispelled the long darkness and the snow had stopped that the horn of withdrawal was finally sounded.

Chu Qiao returned to the camp with the tired army, only to see the silent eyes of countless people. Rows of corpses lay neatly in front of the army, and those who were still alive yesterday are now lying lifeless on the ground like fish out of water. Heavy snow covered their eyebrows, eyes and faces, accumulating small slopes of snow.

Seeing that the battlefield subsided, gradually, someone slowly left. The flow of people gradually expanded, from the stream to the spring, from the spring to the river, and then from the river to a black and oppressive ocean, they did not go to Longyin Pass, did not go to Yanbei, but slowly went towards the Yanming Pass in Daxia.

"Come back!" Ping'an stood beside Chu Qiao, and suddenly shouted loudly, he tried to pull those people, but was pushed by them. He lay on the ground and shouted, "Come back!" Don't go! ”

But no one paid any attention to him.

The people gradually moved away and walked in front of Zhao Yang's army, holding their hands high and making a gesture of surrender, repeatedly emphasizing that they were only civilians.

A team in Zhao Yang's army came out and told them to kneel, and thousands of people knelt down in unison, raising their hands and kowtowing in panic. In the distance, the suppressed cries and the smug laughter of the Xia soldiers came, and the soldiers of the Xiuli Army stood in place in a daze, some were crying silently, but they couldn't say anything. What to say? Do you encourage the unarmed to fight the enemy, or do you tell them that you will get them out?

The snow fell from the sky again, and Chu Qiao's heart was as cold as a stubborn stone under the ice, and she looked at all this with a vacant gaze. The battle flag is flying, the red clouds are like fire, the world is depressed, and the winter of 778 is welcome. On September 25, the wind was fierce and the snow was flying like cotton wool.

The inside and outside of the underground palace were covered by heavy snow, and the Qianling Tomb exposed on the ground was also hung up with pure white lanterns early. The walking palace maids were all dressed in linen white clothes, with draperies flying, white yarn rolling, gently sweeping the dust on the ground.

There are no palm lamps in the hall, only rows of white candles are quietly burning, emitting a miserable white light, converging into deep candle shadows.

Above the huge mourning hall, a slender figure sat quietly in the shadows, the light seemed to be unable to penetrate the darkness on his side, leaving only a dim circle of light, and he couldn't see his eyebrows clearly.

He never liked to drink, but now, he had been drinking alone in the Qianling Tomb for three whole days.

On the third day, the Qianling Hall was filled with wine, and the empty altar was piled up, but why didn't there be a trace of drunkenness?

The wind swept outside the door, the snow fell, and the candle shadows in the hall were deep, quiet and silent. He sat quietly alone, but his ears seemed to hear the rumbling war drums of the border pass, heard the soldiers rushing into the cold wind with sabers to fight and chop, and heard the screams and sorrows of the people calling their hometown in the cold wind, and the blood meandered up, submerging the towering city walls of Longyin Pass, the Xiao Xiao pasture grass in Yanbei, and the last trace of warmth between them.

Just look at the refreshing one