Kaesong, which is sixty miles away from Osan Castle, is a county town, far more prosperous than Osan Castle.

Qing Yu and his party left the last city of Nanhuang County with a heavy heart, which meant that Nanhuang County, which had eight cities, had completely fallen, and the entire Huangcao Wild Desert no longer belonged to the human race.

It was raining on a gloomy day, and the rain was still a little heavy, and it hurt in the face.

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, and the people almost fell under their feet. All the people looked back in the direction of Osan Castle, not knowing what was happening, only to see a huge dark cloud rising from the sky above Osan Castle.

Qing Yu's eyes were a little moist, and he actually saluted a military salute very solemnly. I still vaguely remember that this military salute was taught to him by an old man.

Far north, there is the home where he asked about his childhood. Although a lot of things have happened, he doesn't think too much about that home, but he can't deny that it is a bloody place, and it is worthy of admiration like the 259th Division in Osan City.

Kaesong was already under martial law, and twenty miles away from the city, there was a curved hill that formed a natural barrier. This was also the first line of defense in Kaesong, and the dispatch army was stationed here with a group of men and horses.

Those who came from Osan Castle were subjected to strict checks, and if they missed anything, they were either killed on the spot or banished from Kaesong.

There were already many deserters and mercenaries in front of this pass, their faces a little numb, and only a few people could see anxiety.

The blood-drinking mercenary group and others went straight to the pass, and their own soldiers came to investigate. Qing Yu wiped the rain marks from his face and said loudly to everyone scattered under the hill, including deserters, including mercenaries, including garrisons: "Wushan City is lost, and the 259th Division is fighting to the death for reinforcements, and no soldiers have arrived. Division Commander Hu Changtian did not back down, and the 259th Division did not surrender a single person. ”

The leader on duty here is only a platoon commander, but he has a strong acuity, and immediately looked at Qing Yu vigilantly, and shouted: "Boy, what are you shouting here?"

"This place is only forty miles away from Wushan City, why are you stopping? Could it be that a mound can stop the path of the demons?" Qing Yu asked.

The platoon commander was speechless and said, "I'm not a commander, I can't do anything about this." ”

"Then find someone who can be the master. ”

A young man wearing a beautiful military uniform and a delicate facial features walked out, taking a figure-eight step, very old man's demeanor, he glanced at Qing Yu and said: "This official Zhuang He is the staff officer and regimental training of this regiment. Who are you?"

"Someone who asked for help for the 259th Division. Qing Yu said.

"Please help, please help! Shangfeng has already ordered that he must not cross the sand and enclose the hill for a single step. The 259th Division of Osan also received the order to retreat. He Hu Changtian is capable, but he disobeyed his orders and wanted to take the entire Wushan City for burial. He died in vain. ”

Qingyu suddenly made a move, choked Zhuang He's throat and said: "A hero like Master Hu, how can you wait for the rats to talk about it." ”

The pass, which was originally strict on the outside and loose on the inside, suddenly tightened, and all the warriors bowed and wounded, and their knives were unsheathed, they were a little stunned, and some were even more caught off guard against Qing Yu and the blood-drinking corps.

In the past two days, they have killed several groups of unruly mercenaries, and their corpses are still hanging on tree stumps as flags. As long as they see these corpses, the mercenaries in front of the pass are honest. Today, some people dare to be bold and dare to make a move against Young Master Zhuang.

This regiment is the newly organized 33rd Regiment newly incorporated into the Dispatch Army. The regiment was drawn up by a minor nobleman who was nothing more than a baron and owned several town fiefdoms. exhausted all the family funds and saved up this group of people. Zhuang He is the young baron, and the head of the regiment is Zhuang He's uncle Zhuang Jun.

"Bold, let go of our young lord. ”

Zhuang He was tightly choked by Qing Yu's hand, his feet had been lifted off the ground, he was struggling frantically, feeling his throat being choked tighter and tighter, and breathing became more and more difficult. His face grew paler and paler, and for the first time he felt that death was so near.

Zhuang Jun was wearing armor and stubborn, and appeared with an angry face. He looked at Qing Yu with sharp eyes, and then looked at the people behind Qing Yu. Seeing that these people were not panicked at all, they seemed to be standing casually, but they had formed a strict formation. As soon as a battle breaks out, these people will become ferocious beasts.

Zhuang Jun is not Zhuang He, he has been on the rivers and lakes for many years, and he is familiar with many things. This time, the eldest brother poured all his money into the family and formed this group of people to come to Nanguang to wade into troubled waters, he did not approve of it, but he had no choice.

The dealer has not improved over the years, the fief and the title is not as good as the generation, to the generation of Zhuanghe, if there is no military merit, the hereditary may be cut to the knight, the fief can only leave a small town.

It is precisely because of this that his eldest brother will devote all his family resources to give his son a good future. It's just that the truth is always unsatisfactory. As soon as he came to Nanguang and was incorporated into the dispatch army, he was given the most dangerous task of guarding the sand mound.

No one can hate Hu Changtian and the 259th Division more than the uncle and nephew of the Zhuang family, if Hu Changtian does not disobey the order, this sand mound, it should be guarded by the people of the 259th Division, and their Zhuang family regiment can go back to Kaecheng to enjoy the blessings.

Zhuang Jun hugged his fists and said: "Zhuang Jun, the head of the 33rd Regiment of the new formation, this friend can sit down and talk slowly, don't be impulsive." ”

Qing Yu didn't mean to kill, after all, the other party was a soldier. He shook it hard and threw Zhuang He far away, like garbage.

said: "No one is allowed to insult the 259th Division, otherwise don't blame me for being polite." ”

Zhuang Jun saw that Zhuang He was not injured much, but he was a little frightened, and he was still very angry with Qing Yu in his heart. This sand mound is also the territory of his banker, and he has a thousand men and horses in his hands, that is, a thousand ants, which is enough to bite an elephant to death.

"The 259th Division is not allowed to be insulted, so my new 33rd Regiment is easy to bully, isn't it?" Zhuang Jun took a step forward, and his momentum rose sharply.

Qing Yu pursed his lips, a stellar peak leader, he really didn't pay attention to it.

At this moment, a soft voice came: "Yo, the water has washed the Dragon King Temple." I said two, can you each take a step back, whoever told you are all my friends Shen Qiqi. ”