"The mountains are open?"

Gong Qingshan, who was weaving straw shoes with Zhao Zheng, stood up suddenly.

As soon as these words came out, Gong Qingshan's body stiffened, and his old face was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, and he muttered:

"It's Mengren??! Meng Ren is coming! ”

Zhao Zheng slowly put down his straw sandals: "The old general and I will go to the city to face the battle." ”

Gong Qingshan had already left Zhao Zheng behind and hurriedly sounded the drum in front of the mansion.

Zhao Zheng followed and reassured: "General, don't panic, Shengle City is located in Mobei, which is really a thorn in the flesh in the eyes of the people, and this battle will be fought sooner or later." ”

"How could I not know?" The white hair on Gong Qingshan's sideburns trembled: "The old man has been in this Shengle City for fifty years, and he hasn't slept well for a year!" ”

"Seeing that there is more and more snow in Daqing Mountain, the more panic I feel in my heart, every year passes, the old man's cultivation is a few points lower, and now he is no longer in the grade, and he can only command the soldiers."

"If the old man's soldiers know, it will also damage morale."

"The old man knew in his heart that this battle would have to be fought sooner or later, and he had already prepared, but when it really came to this time, eh..."

Gong Qingshan has long since lost the sharpness of the Northern Sword Gang Sword fifty years ago, and the fifty years have not only consumed his cultivation strength, but also sharp edges and corners.

Zhao Zheng was somewhat disappointed in his heart, he thought that he could get a glimpse of the bearing of the master of the first generation of the master, but when the great enemy was coming, it was like this.

is really just a stumbling old man who is saving his life, and he is already a crippled body, and he may be happy for the civil government.

"Go up to the walls first."

Zhao Zheng and Gong Qingshan came to the city wall together.

These days, they have been fortifying the city defenses, and they have laid down a rectangular camp against the moats, with the walls on one side and wide and narrow on both sides, so that there is an extra layer of defense.

It's better than nothing, if the Meng army still stacks corpses and attacks the city with cavalry, at least it can retreat to the second line of defense.

Three thousand white-haired old soldiers were meticulously guarding the city wall, and they also heard the movement of the mountain just now, the mountain opened, and the horses outside were faintly visible, and there must be a fierce battle next.

Zhao Zheng sent the braided straw sandals to the old soldiers, the armor and blades can still be maintained, the shoes are consumables, and many of the old soldiers are barefoot.

It fits perfectly.

"That's it for the inner camp."

Zhao Zheng looked at it: "If it is too strong, it will not be beautiful for the Meng people to attack the city from other outer cities." ”

"Ugh..."

Gong Qingshan just sighed, at this time, what is the use of the city wall?

Meng people can open the mountain, can the city wall of Shengle City be tighter than the mountain?

It was a mountain that he personally led the sand and dirt to gather, and no one could break it for fifty years!

"It will inevitably consume a lot of cloud qi to open the mountain, and this is our opportunity."

Zhao Zhengman didn't care and had no fear.

..................

The little prince looked coldly at Shengle City in front of him, and his heart was a little excited.

In the first war, he won the city of tarsus bones for fifty years, won the big and small emperors, and his prestige became even greater from then on, and even went south again, so that the Meng people could enter the Central Plains!

After observing for a while, he saw the old gun-wielding pawn on the city wall, as well as the figure of the little emperor, next to the little emperor, it should be the northern sword Gang Gong Qingshan.

The old dragon clock doesn't look like a product.

He didn't rush in.

The veteran at the head of the city gave him a strange feeling, it seemed to be stronger than the cowardly Xue army in his hands, as if he had reached the legendary military soul level, and the thickness of the cloud qi was simply incredible.

The little prince could guess that this was the Xuanwu Army that supported Shengle City in the North Starling fifty years ago, the Xuanwu Army was already the elite, and after the Shengle Death War, which lasted fifty years, it was not surprising that it could transform to this level.

But don't worry too much, there are not many of these veterans, one hundred thousand Xuanwu troops, now there are at most two or three thousand left, the quality of the cloud qi is high, but the coverage is not large.

It can pose some threats to the Meng army, but under the suppression of hundreds of thousands of Meng army's cloud qi, it can be quickly consumed.

And he only opened one side of the mountain wall of Daqing Mountain, and the other directions are still blocked, Daqing Mountain, which protected Shengle City fifty years ago, has become their fateful talisman today, and they can't run away!

The only remaining Hu Lu Duo said to the little prince: "The old soldiers guarding the city on the opposite side have some doorways, do you need me to take the cowardly Xue army to rush to the city?" ”

"Not necessarily."

The little prince shook his head, and directly took the ordinary Mengjun pile, hundreds of thousands to thousands, and one person spit on one mouthful, and drowned.

The elite of the cowardly Xue army and the Hubutai, with the soldiers and horses to deal with the little emperor and the big cadre, Shengle City can be taken at any time, and what needs to be feared is the twelve guards of the big cadre.

If the 12 guards of the Great Cadre wrap a circle from the outside and block them in the mountains, they will not be able to exert their skills, but will be in trouble.

"Leave some soldiers and horses on each wing, and the rest press up and charge into battle!"

The soldiers press forward, bend their bows, and draw arrows!

At the same time, the little prince mobilized the clouds, turned into arrows in one go, released suddenly, and flew out with his tail feathers in the hum of the bowstring, and the last one came first, and the other tens of thousands of feathered arrows tore the air, converging into a chorus like the wind blowing the woods!

This powerful feather arrow was drawn in an arc, and when it fell, the Meng army began to charge!

In the sound of fierce horns, the clouds of the army are connected, accompanied by the shouting of killing like a wolf, if you look at it from the air, it is like a running wolf, choosing people and devouring them!

Brush Brush –

The arrows have arrived, and they can easily tear through the armor, and the old soldiers can resist one or two with their thick cloud qi, but the arrows shot by some of the masters of the Meng army, as well as the feathered arrows shot by the little prince, cannot be resisted.

"Broken!"

Zhao Zheng didn't use the cloud qi either, and turned into a barrier with his majestic energy, blocking the 10,000 arrows from the air.

"One product ??!"

Gong Qingshan's face was surprised, he knew that the general who could get out of the plug must have two brushes, but he didn't know that he was actually a master!

Even if the Great Cadres have already unified the Central Plains, a first-class master is extremely rare, and he must be a general in the DPRK and China, and the soldiers and horses led by such a general will not be weak!

It seems that it is really the same as what the general said, Shengle City is just a bait, and the main force of the Meng army has formed an encirclement network on the periphery, encircled and annihilated, and the first battle will be settled in the north of the desert!

"Abandon the two wings, the whole army presses, and the little emperor is in the city! Homicide! Slaughter the city! Capture the King! ”

The little prince only felt that his heart was beating faster, his breathing was heavier, and all the beautiful imagination was in front of him!

"Little... Little Emperor? ”

The blades in the hands of Gong Qingshan and the old soldiers are a little late, where is the little emperor?

"Ladies and gentlemen! Fifty years ago, the vanguard of the Xuanwu Army of the Northern Starling Army was ...... in Shengle City"

The vigor surged, word by word, clearly reached everyone's ears.

"Fight to the death, defeat the enemy!"

"Reinforcements, not yet here!"

"Xuanwu General Gong Qingshan had no choice but to lead Qingshan with a sword and forcibly seal the city!"

"They held on to the lonely city, waiting for reinforcements."

"The last city in Mobei, isolated from the desert for 50 years, defended the land for the country to Baitou, and the Han family still misses the trapped creatures!"

"They've been waiting for reinforcements for fifty years! Finally, I waited for the news of the destruction of my family and country! ”

"Stick to it!"

"Fifty years of perseverance cannot be broken!" Zhao Zheng drew his sword out of its sheath, agitated outside the mountain in one go, and shouted: "Today, I am here, their reinforcements have arrived!" ”

"Where are the soldiers?!"