Liang Fenghou turned his head sideways and said, "But this is the place where they must capture, Manhongguan leads directly to Daizhou, and Daizhou leads directly to Chongdu. Therefore, there is no room for loss in the Red Pass, and Your Majesty will inevitably increase the number of troops."

Jiang Baichuan also knew this, he put down his feet and said, "Lord Duwei's heart is as delicate as a hair."

Liang Fenghou pulled his lips and smiled to restrain his smile, and he said, "The truth that the lips are dead and the teeth are cold."

There was only endless silence left in the quiet night, and the two talked for a long time, which made Liang Fenghou's mood much better.

But the pressure comes from the daytime, those monsters tirelessly besiege the city, and the casualties are heavy. If Chongdu does not send troops, no one knows how long the Manhong Pass will last.

Liang Fenghou is very confident in sending troops, Liu Taijing has personally been to Manhong Pass, and has gone deep into the desert, he knows what the situation is here.

But Liang Fenghou was inexplicably a little drumming in his heart, and when the reinforcements were not available, he was restless all day.

Now Manhongguan is the heaviest part of his words, but in the same way, his responsibility is also the greatest.

He pondered a thousand possibilities, searching his stomach and almost thinking of all the accidents in advance, but after all, the fear of the unknown made him tired.

At this moment, there was a long neighing horse, and the iron hoof seemed to knock open the city gate.

The two of them followed and looked at the inner gate, where the scout on horseback was sweating profusely, and he turned over and dismounted and stood on the empty martial arts arena and shouted, "Lord Liang! Where is Lord Liang Fenghou?"

Liang Fenghou waved to the scout at the head of the city, and the scout hurriedly raised his hand and shouted, "My lord! The Divine Decree has arrived!"

Jiang Baichuan was overjoyed when he heard this, and he guessed: "It must be a holy decree to increase the number of troops and dispatch, and the adults are like gods!"

This sentence woke up all the sleeping armor soldiers, and they all rubbed their dry sleepy eyes and looked at Liang Fenghou.

Marquis Liang Feng descended the city wall to the martial arts arena and immediately knelt in front of the scout.

The scout rolled up the holy decree and said in a loud voice, "Carried by heaven, the emperor said. The north is bitterly cold, I smell wolf smoke everywhere, and the border is full of war. Now that I have ascended the throne, I remember the hard work of the soldiers and the courage of killing the enemy. I am determined to send more forbidden troops to the west of the city to Manhongguan to defend the frontier and bless the peace of Zheng Guo. In addition, I know very well that there are no generals in Manhongguan for four years, and there are no brave generals in the banner, like a long sword without a blade. And the commander Liang Fenghou, brave and brave, courageous, loyal and righteous. Hereby, he is promoted to the general of the Manhong Pass, leading all the soldiers to kill the enemy and defend the country, and brighten the majesty of my Zheng State, and admire this."

The hot breath spit out from the tip of Liang Fenghou's nose turned into white mist, as strong as his mood at the moment. He raised his hand and gently lifted it, and took the decree.

And at this moment, a shout suddenly sounded in the silent Manhong Pass!

"Worship the king! Liang Fenghou !!"

Liang Fenghou looked sideways at the top of the city wall, and rows of armor soldiers looked down at him, they all drew their steel knives and held them high in unison!

"Worship the king! Liang Fenghou !!"

The voice fluctuated, but after a moment everyone repeated the shout neatly!

Liang Fenghou glanced at everyone, then stood up and held up the holy decree.

After waiting for this moment, he had forgotten how long he had forgotten, it was countless military orders and cumbersome things that made him forget his existence.

The owner of Manhongguan was originally Zhen Yi, and Liang Fenghou also respected Zhen Yi from the bottom of his heart. Although the old king is gone, his spirit has not been lost in this iron-clad army.

But he didn't have the courage to replace this strong military spirit, but he was willing to take over the banner and inherit it.

It's like a legacy passed down from a father to an heir, a song that will be passed down for all generations.

Liang Fenghou pursed his lips, he turned to the scout and asked, "When will Chongdu's team arrive?"

The scout replied respectfully, "I'm already on the way, and I'm on the Red Mountain Horse Road now, but I can reach the Red Pass in a few days."

Liang Fenghou asked in a neat shout, "Who is the leader?"

The scout responded, "It's General Xiong, my lord, I heard that he took the initiative to ask to come to Manhongguan."

Liang Fenghou asked the question he was most concerned about: "How many people are there for reinforcements this time?"

The scout hesitated and said, "Back to the general, twenty thousand."

Liang Fenghou's expression stiffened when he heard this, the deafening shout was still in his ears, and he asked hesitantly, "Why are there only 20,000, and there are more than these people in the forbidden army in the west of Chongdu."

The scout was nervous at this time by Liang Fenghou's gaze, and he said timidly, "There are more than 20,000 people, but Lord Taiwei is also imploring Chongdu to increase his troops, and most of them have been taken to the western realm."

Liang Fenghou frowned and muttered, "Jiao Hongxue took people away."

He grasped the decree tightly, and then looked around at the armor. This news is a drop in the bucket for Manhongguan, 20,000 forbidden troops in the west of the city, and the scale of the current armor in the pass is only 70,000 or 80,000.

They lost a lot of people in Echo Valley, and many of them died after that.

But it's better than nothing, Liang Fenghou comforted himself.

Countless eyes gathered to look at him, he seemed to have become the master of the Red Pass at this moment, so he had one more responsibility.

It's not just about keeping the red pass!

He saw Jiang Baichuan watching him from the crowd at the head of the city.

And take them home.

They left their homes.

Leaving the depths of the desert on a starry night is difficult, at least for those who are dehydrated and lost.

But for those who grew up in this habitat, leaving their hometown to participate in the final battle is a process of life and death.

Jiaohe rode a horse.

A caravan of horses passed by him, and the long procession trudged through the night desert, the moon in the sky had faded, and the gloomy sky was covered with a faint blue.

It's almost dawn.

Jiaohe clamped the horse's belly to urge the horse forward, last night's wind and sand raged in the desert as always, the pabu covering the mouth and nose was wet with heat, and a faint salty smell lingered in the nasal cavity.

There is also a smell that seems to have been soaked in butter tea.

This reminded Jiaohe of Burigood, and his lips were also this kind of taste, rich and faint. It was like the masculinity of the years that fascinated him, and it also made him sink into the grinding of his ears and temples that had happened in the tent last night.

He looked ahead of the caravan, where Břigood rode in command, the red feathers around his neck swaying in the wind, and his collarbones showing blatant tooth marks.

Břígood sensed his gaze, and his eyes were full of aggression and a hint of provocation.

They had been walking for a long time in the past few months, with brutal sandstorms blocking their path and running out of fresh water.

Jiaohe ordered the samurai to drink fresh water, including his own. The samurai appreciated his generosity and made a difference in their impression of him.

The slave prince, they called him behind his back, but Jiaohe pretended not to hear.

The status of a slave does not change.

The people who live in the desert claim to be the people of the true god Talaten, and that they have the blood of the gods in their bodies.

Jiaohe was once the people of God, the son of the king, and the prince of the right court of the desert.

But who can truly treat him as their own family?

Maybe......

Jiaohe looked to the south, which was the direction of Manhongguan, and he missed the days when he was a scout under the Marquis of Liang Feng.

Riding a horse galloping, happy to revenge, the knife on his waist and the wine bag he wore were what he used to be.

The armor of the sixth battalion regarded him as a brother and a family member.

In their eyes, they are equal.

And here it is not.

In the early morning, the sky is white, and the crescent moon is hidden in the blue of the sky, and the wind is light when you can see the clouds.

"King." "Prince Ankhin refuses to drink water, and is making trouble at the back of the group."

Many days ago, when the team passed through the ancient riverbed of the desert, they found many dead people buried in the sand, and their bodies were covered with hideous wounds.

Ang Qin was unconscious, holding a scimitar made of gold in his hand.

When he awoke, he allowed Burigood to take his scimitar, and he said in despair that he was defeated and did not deserve to return to the atrium alive.

Jiaohe towards the back of the team

Looking at some of them, they stopped where they were, and he asked, "What's the trouble?"

Burigud took the joyful whirling horse and said, "Go and see it."

Jiaohe had no choice but to turn his horse's head and run backwards, and when he reached the rear, he saw a group of warriors surrounding Angqin sitting in the sand.

Ang Qin lost his proud appearance at this moment, his depressed expression was stunned, his eyes were like muddy fish eyes, and he was lifeless like a poor man lost in the desert.

"King." The warrior pointed at Angqin, "He won't go, he said he wanted to stay here."

Jiaohe turned over and dismounted, he first glanced at the sky, then looked at Angqin, and said, "Is it worth it to stay here and wait for death?"

Aung Qin swallowed a dry saliva, and he said in a hoarse voice, "This is the second way to die." Z.br>

Jiaohe raised his eyebrows and asked, "What about the first one?"

Ang Qin's body trembled, he remembered the scene only in the nightmare, and then said in a trembling voice, "In the Valley of Echoes." He summoned up the courage he had long lost and looked up at Jiaohe, "I should die there."

Jiaohe sighed, he motioned for the samurai to follow the group, and then waited for the others to leave before saying to Angqin, "You are only on the battlefield for the first time."

Ang Qin shook his head and said in a sad voice, "The first time, I lost the samurai of the entire atrium, and I am a disgrace to the atrium."

Burigood rode slowly on horseback, and he leaned over to look at Angqin on horseback, and said, "I am also ashamed, but I live."

Ang Qin retorted bitterly, "It's different."

Burigood took the Prabhu covering his mouth and nose, tilted his head and asked, "What's the difference?"

Ang Qin looked at the long line, and Jiao He followed his gaze.

"Someone is following him." Ang Qin's eyes were strange when he looked at Jiaohe, as if he didn't understand, "Follow a royal court that has long since fallen."

This sentence was like a boulder falling into a calm lake, which changed Jiaohe's mood.

"They didn't follow me because I was the prince of the right court of the desert." Jiaohe untied the water bladder from his waist, "They are following Talaten, following divine honor, and untainted decisive battles."

Jiaohe handed out the water bladder, but Angqin forcibly raised his hand and knocked it out.

"It's not a fair showdown." Ang Qin squirmed dry lips, and he stood up and opened his eyes wide in pain, "Those monsters crawl on the sand wall, and they fall like a sandstorm in the desert! Everywhere, everywhere, brave samurai are dying in battle, to protect me, who is cowardly!"

Those weak hands tugged at Jiaohe's collar and pulled the person to his face!