The night at Yuling Pass was very cold and cold.

A once-in-a-decade cold covered the tips of the green grass that had sprouted under the deep snow.

The horses' hooves creaked over the thick white snow.

The snow covered the fresh grass buds, and the horses had no food to eat, and their noses were full of anger.

"Phew-huh-" Wen Jinghua gently stroked the horsehair under the seat, "Good, hold on for a while, when we win the battle, I will turn the snow to find you food every day." ”

As if feeling Wen Jinghua's comfort, the horse was no longer anxious and walked obediently.

The procession of 2,000 men was silent except for the creaking of horses' hooves compacting the snow.

Wen Jinghua was a little uneasy, she felt that in the darkness that her vision could not penetrate, someone was quietly watching them.

She looked back over and over again, but she couldn't catch anything suspicious.

Wen Jinghua turned her head violently again, and she almost saw a figure passing by in the shadows.

She immediately let go of the strings, and the cluster of arrows instantly nailed to the black shadow.

Wen Jinghua hit the horse, but found that it was not a figure at all, but a bewitching pine and cypress.

"General?"

"It's okay, I was wrong. ”

The army continued to advance quietly.

When the army went far, someone after Songbai let out a long breath, "Whew, it's so dangerous, I was almost discovered!"

"Be quiet!, the county lord is very vigilant!" the other man sighed with a look on his face.

"Hehe, I didn't expect it to be the county lord who came to save our general. ”

"Don't laugh, everything goes according to plan..."

The wind is blowing.

The howling north wind carried the snowflakes and hit the face painfully.

The wind and snow obscured all the subtle sounds, and Wen Jinghua led the army to sneak, no longer afraid of the creaking of horses' hooves.

In front of it is the mouth of the gourd valley, Wen Jinghua can already look at it by the moonlight, and there are many people stationed there.

"Stop!" Wen Jinghua said in a low voice.

Although they were still a mile away, Wen Jinghua's heart was already pounding.

With Tuoba Jian's heart, he must have seen Chu Lingheng trapped to death by himself, so he must be in the group of black and oppressive figures in front of him.

Looking at the size of the figure, there are at least more than 5,000 people.

Looking back at the two thousand light horsemen who followed him for several nights, Wen Jinghua's heart was like a big stone, and he pressed it down.

At this moment, if you directly lead people to rush over, it is tantamount to hitting a stone with an egg.

The two thousand young people behind him are all raised by their parents, I don't know how many women's spring boudoir dreams, Wen Jinghua must not take them on adventures.

But Chu Lingheng couldn't help it.

Wen Jinghua lowered her head in distress.

When she saw her shiny silver-red armor, she suddenly had a brilliant idea.

She can pretend to be Chu Lingheng.

On the side of the Bei's camp, the north wind at the mouth of the gourd is far stronger and colder than elsewhere.

Rao is a warrior of the Northern Clan, who is used to blowing wind and sand, and he has to wrap his fur tightly.

"I don't know if the Liang man inside is dead, if you want me to say, let's attack directly and cut him!" a young Bei soldier complained.

"Don't brag! Don't we have to suffer much in his hands? What about the Great Liang God of War! I think His Royal Highness the Crown Prince wants to wait for someone to die before he is willing to go in and collect the body. A soldier of some age next to him said.

"Grinding and chirping, is His Royal Highness the Crown Prince afraid?"

"Fuck you!" the old soldier looked behind the young soldier and quickly motioned for him not to speak.

The young soldier looked back in bewilderment, and then saw a pair of cold-blooded animal-like vertical pupils.

"Too... His Royal Highness the Crown Prince!"

The young soldier fell to his knees in a panic, so frightened that he couldn't even utter a word begging for mercy.

Tuoba Jian walked over with an expressionless face, not even looking down at him.

The soldier picked up a life and looked down at himself, only to find that he had peed his pants in fright.

"Hey... I'm so ashamed..." He laughed at the old soldier.

But before he could say anything to himself, his head flew out.

In the moonlight, Tuoba Jian's scimitar returned to its scabbard like lightning, "It's really noisy." ”

The old soldier was so frightened that he was stunned.

Tuoba shook his head boringly.

Suddenly, there was a sudden sound of horses' hooves near Taniguchi.

Tuoba Jian squinted and saw a silver-red armor running in the snow.

"Chu Lingheng?" Tuoba Jian's originally scattered gaze instantly became fierce, "How did he escape!"

As he spoke, he gave a whistle and quickly turned over on his horse, "Chase me!"

Beyond the silent canyon, the sound of horses' hooves mixed with the roar of harmony was heard in an instant.

Wen Jinghua rode away on horseback, but couldn't stop scolding in her heart: "What kind of brains are the people of the Bei Clan! The snow is so heavy, aren't they afraid of causing an avalanche again when they shout like this!"

The crow's mouth was open, and Wen Jinghua didn't run far before she heard a rumbling avalanche from the top of the mountain.

Wen Jinghua was afraid of being chased by the Bei people, and even more afraid of being buried in the snow, so he fled with his life on horseback.

The cold arrow shot from behind grazed Wen Jinghua's cheek, and the Bei people themselves were about to be buried, and they couldn't forget to chase and kill her.

The scale of the avalanche was small, but it happened to bury the group of people who were guarding the mouth of the gourd.

Wen Jinghua looked back and couldn't help laughing.

"Hahahahahaha! deserve it!"

Wen Jinghua smiled proudly, but urged the horse to run faster.

She fled desperately in the dark night, until she could no longer escape, and she could no longer see the mouth of the gourd, so she chose a pleasant place and slowly stopped the horse's hooves.

The Bei people who were chasing after her in the rear immediately surrounded her.

Wen Jinghua sat on the back of the horse, but she didn't show any panic, but instead hurriedly threw a flaming arrow into the night sky.

In the distance, the two thousand light horsemen hidden in the shadows saw the signal and immediately rushed towards the mouth of the gourd.

The originally large Bei soldiers in Hulukou were taken away by Tuoba Jian, and some of them were buried by the snow, and the rest were just stragglers, and they were soon controlled by the Liang cavalry.

Tuoba Jian stared at the arrows that disappeared in the night sky, and his originally hunting-like playful expression instantly became gloomy.

"Tune the tiger away from the mountain..." He raised his chin playfully, "I'm not afraid of death." ”

He had already realized that the person in front of him was not Chu Lingheng, but he was confident that Chu Lingheng had already been trapped in the snow by himself, so although he had been tricked to divert the tiger from the mountain, he did not have any resentment in his heart.

On the contrary, he thought it would be interesting to admire the hopeless dying struggle of the man in front of him.

"What's your name?" he asked.

Tuoba Jian was not interested in the dying person, but the person in front of him was too calm in the face of the imminent death, which aroused his curiosity.

Wen Jinghua pulled out the long sword at her waist and did not speak.

"Oh?" Tuobajian raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you want to resist to death?"

He laughed, waved his hand, and said to the soldiers behind him: "Cut off his head, and give him a hundred taels of gold!"

When the black-pressed soldiers behind him heard this, they rushed towards Wen Jinghua like hungry wolves...