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Yes, He Xiao is still here, Xiu Lijun is still here, she is not alone. [No pop-ups. 】

But soon, a large cloud of smoke and dust rose from the direction of Yanming Pass. The scout hurriedly rushed back and reported: "My lord, twenty miles ahead, Zhao Yang personally led an army of 100,000 people, and he is coming quickly, as long as we leave the Longyin Pass, we will be ambushed." ”

At this moment, Chu Qiao almost wanted to laugh out loud.

Yan Xun, Yan Xun, you are such a shrewd means!

The switch gives way, and it doesn't take a single soldier; the advantage of the high-speed mobility of her cavalry with the people delaying and destroying it; borrowed the hand of Great Xia to block her way. Even if Great Xia was suspicious of this news, he couldn't let a Yanbei military leader like Chu Qiao enter the territory of Great Xia with the Xiuli Army, even if he knew that Yan Xun had another purpose, this battle would be inevitable.

He understood Shang Shen and the thoughts of the people, her Chu Qiao's thoughts, and Zhao Yang's thoughts.

Maybe on a small-scale battlefield, she can still beat him in one or two games through the use of tactics and clever command methods, but when it comes to scheming people's hearts and skillfully using the forces of all parties, she is far inferior to Yan Xun.

The people also noticed the smoke and dust flying in the east, and a trace of panic spread through the crowd, although everyone still thought with confidence: adults are here, don't be afraid. But thinking of the iron-blooded army of Great Xia, as well as the establishment of the Xiuli army of less than 5,000 people, they couldn't help but hesitate.

He Xiao had already returned to the Longyin Pass, and a soldier shouted loudly: "The defenders of the city, please open the city gate and let the people in!" ”

After shouting three times in a row, someone pulled a long tone and said slowly: "The emperor has an order, if you want to enter the city, please invite the soldiers of the Xiuli Army to enter the city." ”

"The Great Xia army is coming in a flash, please let the people enter the city first!"

"The emperor has an order, please invite the soldiers of the Xiuli Army to enter the city!"

The monotonous echo sounded over and over again, and the wind blew with a whistling sound, kicking up dust and grass clippings everywhere. Chu Qiao tilted his head and looked at the Black Eagle Battle Flag fluttering on Long Yin, and clenched his fists tightly.

"Your Excellency?" Soldiers shouted in a whisper.

"Your Excellency!" The voices were getting louder and louder, and more and more people were gathered around.

"My lord, what should I do?" Some of the people began to shout in alarm, and the children, frightened by the cold breath, began to cry in panic, and countless voices asked noisily in their ears:

"My lord, what should I do?"

"My lord, the enemy is coming."

"My lord, go into the city, and avoid it."

"My lord, go back and apologize to Your Majesty, he will forgive you."

"My lord, let's fight to the death, give orders!"

"Adult, adult, adult......"

Yan Xun, is this what you want?

Chu Qiao smiled coldly at the sky, and the last trace of softness in his heart was also shattered by reality.

What would you like to see? Seeing that I'm alone? See me embattled? Seeing that I became a lost dog, I had no choice but to flee back to Yanbei in a hurry with my tail between my legs and wag my tail at you and beg for mercy?

Yan Xun, you underestimate me too much.

"Soldiers, you have seen everything that has happened these days." Chu Qiao sat on the horse, stretched out his hand to make a quiet gesture, and said slowly in a deep voice, "Our king, the emperor of Yanbei, he has abandoned the oath he once made and betrayed the promise we made that day to the land of Yanbei and return to the Snow Mountain, the people of Changqing are not cold, and the butcher's knife loyal to the emperor is raised on the neck of Datong. Mr. Wu died, Miss Yu died, Lord Jinjin died, General Xiaohe died, General Bian Cang, General Xi Rui, and Major General Adu died one by one at the hands of the ambitious elements who dreamed of the fanatical dreams of the Great Empire. Now, the blade hangs above our heads, and in front of you, warriors, is the 100,000-strong army of Great Xia, who are waiting for us to send them to the door; Behind us, the deteriorating Yanbei army, standing up, ready to saliva, waiting to spit on top of our heads, and then laugh at us as useless cowards; Around us, there are fathers and villagers who have been deceived and abandoned by the state. Warriors, where do we go from here? ”

The cold voice echoed in the wasteland, no one spoke, they all tilted their heads and looked at Chu Qiao with burning eyes.

Chu Qiao suddenly jumped off his horse, pointed at the soldiers and shouted orders, his voice was sharp and sharp, like a mighty war eagle, "Is it a lackey who has returned to be a dictator, and is ridiculed by a traitor who betrays his oath?" Or abandon our loved ones and run for their lives alone? Or rush to the front twenty times our enemy, and win the dignity and glory that a soldier deserves? Chu Qiao raised his head and shouted, "Warriors! Do you want to live? ”

"Yes!"

Both the soldiers and the common people roared in unison, and the sound pierced the clouds and dispersed the birds hovering overhead.

"Do you want to be traitors?"

"I don't want to!"

"Choosing between death and being a traitor, what do you choose?"

The people shouted loudly: "Swear to the death and never betray Datong!" ”

Chu Qiao stood against the wind and shouted loudly: "Soldiers, fellow villagers, follow me, obey me, and obey my orders." If we want to die, let us use our own blood to interpret the last glory of Datong! Heads can be broken, blood can be shed, and our faith will never be extinguished! Long live Yanbei! Long live Datong! Long live our freedom! ”

The mountains and the sea shouted at the same time, and tens of thousands of hands were raised in the air: "Long live the adults!" ”

Winter came early this year, and it was only in September that the snow fell, and the light layer was like a small white flower blooming in the pasture grass in spring.

The Xia army retreated again, and this was already the third day of their siege, and the imagined large-scale impact did not come as expected. Zhao Yang cautiously surrounded the Longyin Pass, blocking Chu Qiao's footsteps that he wanted to move forward. His thoughts at the moment must be very complicated, he was afraid that it was a trap set by Yan Bei, and he was also afraid that it was really Yan and Chu who missed this opportunity to kill Chu Qiao. After all, the news of Yan Xun and Chu Qiao's discord in the past two years has long been spread, and Zhao Yang can't be ignorant.

At night, the wind was blowing, Chu Qiao stood on a high dirt slope, looking at the devastated battlefield from afar, and the smoke wind in the night raised her bewitching long hair, like a group of butterflies flying in the wind.

The war has lasted for three years, and the Longyin Pass has been built several feet higher than the Yanming Pass. The large wasteland in the center of the two armies was bleak, the autumn grass was half waist-high, the white frost and snow fell on the grass clippings, and the autumn wind passed by, rattling, like a snow-white wave, reflecting the silver-white light faintly under the moonlight, which was dazzlingly beautiful. A flock of crows flew overhead, raising a fine mist of snow, and the claws of a crow swept low across the grass, and swept up an object, which flickered white and disappeared in an instant.

Even though it was just a glance, Chu Qiao could already see what it was. Her eyes once again fell on the white grass waves in front of her, and a trace of sadness and disgust slowly grew from the bottom of her heart.

War is like a giant mouth that devours people, blood is dripping and devouring countless fresh lives, and the desolate wind of the troubled times crosses the eaves of broken families, leaving a whining sound, like the mournful whimper of a lonely soul under the Nine Springs. And is she also an executioner on the side of this world-destroying blade?

"Achu......" In the darkness, a deep voice was faintly calling, "Achu, ......"

It was the voice that had been heard in the past two thousand nights, and the young man snuggled up to her, pulled the quilt for her, and asked softly, "Achu, is it cold?" ”

At that time, the cold wind was bleak, and the window paper was penetrated, and the cold moon outside was like frost, sprinkling pale.

Birds cross, twilight snow thousands of miles.

Perhaps, a person's life is a game of chessboard that cannot be seen through, the road ahead is confused, you hit a wall on all sides, you don't know where to land, where to stop. Now that you've started, you have to push on, but in the end, maybe you've fought with all your might, but you're getting farther and farther away from victory.

She slowly closed her eyes, thousands of rivers and mountains traveled through her mind, and in a trance, she seemed to see so many people's faces, the upright and gentle Mr. Wu, the calm and wise Yu girl, the lively and clever Xiaohe, the kind and generous Xiaohe, Xue Zhiyuan, who died as a warning, Wen Yang, who was killed for the protection of the army flag, as well as Feng Ting, Murong, Wu Danyu, who rushed into the enemy camp alone with a war knife and was shot by ten thousand arrows, the living and dead soldiers of the beautiful army, countless Shang Shen, Hui Hui, Beishuo people, and even Cao Mengtong who committed suicide and apologized, And those pedantic Datong elders......

Alone and weak, with no food and grass, no supplies, freezing cold, with thousands of unarmed civilians, time passed little by little, and the enemy's iron hooves gradually lost patience. Winter is coming, and heavy snow is about to cover this vast land.

Chu Qiao raised his head and looked at the sky, and vaguely saw another pair of eyes, those eyes that had been reduced to the deep pool of ice forever, looking at her quietly, unloading the fierce anger and cold ridicule that he had had, leaving only a sense of peace that he could see through, and said over and over again: Live......

I know.

Chu Qiao pulled the corners of his mouth slightly, smiled softly at the void sky, and said softly, "I will always persevere." ”

She looked back at the rolling camp and said calmly, "I will always protect you." ”

In the autumn of 778 in the Baicang calendar, under the Longyin Pass, the Xia army completed the first siege in history, and nearly 130,000 soldiers and horses surrounded the Longyin Pass from all directions, and all kinds of long-distance attack equipment were continuously transported. It is foreseeable that a battle with a huge disparity in strength is about to begin.

Although this time Zhao Yang still faced Chu Qiao, who defeated him in Chidu and Beishuo back then, he was not worried this time. First, Longyin Pass was very close to Yanming Pass, and he had prepared sufficient reserve troops, once he found that it was a trap, he could return to the city very calmly; Second, Chu Qiao had no city to hold on to this time, no sharp arrows to use, and the beautiful army composed of 5,000 light cavalry and a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people on the plain and his 100,000 heavily armored army were simply self-defeating; Third, the spies sent to Yanbei yesterday finally sent back the news, just seven days ago, Yan Xun and Chu Qiao had a big fight outside Beishuo City, with tens of thousands of dead and wounded, and now the backbone of Datong in Yanbei is dead and wounded, and only Chu Qiao is left. If such a battle situation is still a trap, then he can only say that Yan Xun is too ruthless and clever, and it is not something that ordinary people can resist.

In the early morning of 18 September, as soon as the sky was bright and the fog was filled, a sonorous drum and military horn suddenly sounded, like lightning piercing the sky, suddenly piercing the most fragile hearts of the Xiuli army and the people.

The morning sun shines through the white mist, casting golden shadows over the vast wilderness. The iron-gray armor of Great Xia was like an overwhelming ocean, spreading little by little across the end of the plain, and the heavy footsteps stepped on the earth, and the deafening sound seemed to drill from the soles of the feet to the backbone. The people let out a scream of panic, and they leaned close together, looking at the vastness of the opposite side with a wince, their small crowd like a speck of dust compared to the crowd opposite.

"Oh my God!" Someone is whispering, "What's that, is it an avalanche?" ”

"Ready!"

Just look at the refreshing one