The army of King Qin of the Self-Union Alliance marched from Jizhou City, and the speed of the march was obviously much faster than before.

Three days later, the large army had already entered the Naoli area, and it was possible to reach Kyoto in less than two days.

On the eve of entering the Zhili area, the county shou Wenjie of Yangjun, who went out with the army, summoned Xiao Jiu in the military tent.

"Xiao Jiu, what do you think of today's situation?"

Wen Jian touched his chin, stared at Xiao Jiu with interest, and said slowly.

"National affairs, this villain can't say anything."

I saw Xiao Jiu replied respectfully with an expressionless face.

Listening to the perfunctory answer, Wen Jie still stared at the other party unmoved.

Xiao Jiu had goosebumps slightly, and he didn't know why Wen Jiu summoned him.

Time seemed to have passed for a long time, and Wen Jie's voice came out slowly.

"Lin Shuo, come in."

As Wen Jie's words fell, a strong man in armor came in from outside the tent.

"Xiao Jiu, I will enter your Xiao Zi camp with three hundred Qingzhou soldiers."

"When you enter Zhili, you will obey the dispatch of Commander Lin."

After speaking, Wen Jie raised his hand and pointed at the strong man.

Xiao Jiu looked in the direction of Wen Jie's finger and carefully looked at the strong man in front of him.

The strong man did not squint, his face was expressionless, but a scar at the corner of his mouth opened his lips horizontally, looking particularly hideous.

"General Xiao."

The strong man noticed Xiao Jiu's glance and clenched his fists.

Xiao Jiu returned the salute and called him Commander Lin.

Xiao Jiu knew that from tonight onwards, although Xiao Ziying's surname was Xiao, it would no longer belong to him.

Listening to Wen Jie's unquestionable tone, this was not discussing with Xiao Jiu, but an order.

Even if you are unwilling, you can only nod and admit it.

Early in the morning of the second day, the army entered Zhili, and outside the small military tent of the Xiaozi battalion, a well-equipped Qingzhou army was also ushered in.

When Xiao Jiu came back from Wen Jie at night, he had already told everyone about the change of ownership of Xiao Ziying.

At this time, seeing a group of strange troops, the soldiers of the Xiao Zi Battalion were not much surprised.

Xiao Jiu looked at the extremely high-quality army in front of him, and thought in his heart.

When he came back yesterday, Xiao Jiu was wondering why Wen Jie would suddenly absorb his few troops.

I thought I wanted him to be cannon fodder, but seeing Commander Lin leading this well-trained three hundred armor soldiers made him change his mind.

But no one with brains will take their own elite troops for the sake of a few "bandit troops" adapted from grass bandits.

When things go wrong, there must be demons.

Wen Jie, what did you like about his Xiao Ziying?

Xiao Jiu didn't find an answer, so he could only march in the direction of Huya Pass with the three hundred Qingzhou troops brought by Lin Shuo in front of him, together with the army of King Qin.

……

Huyaguan.

"Kill."

A heart-rending shout came.

As far as the eye can see, at this time, there are already piles of corpses outside Huya Pass.

Behind the corpses, there were still more and more border guards stepping on the corpses to rush through the gates.

After ten days of siege, the war entered a white-hot phase.

Several groups of besieging soldiers had climbed the tower, but they were all fought back by the defenders.

The fallen bodies were staggered and overlapped, and the blood that flowed red the bricks of the city.

Jiang Hu looked at the human tragedies in the city, and his back was cold.

"Cui Shan, have the casualties been counted?"

A hoarse voice came from his throat, and his tone was weak.

"More than half of the defenders in the pass have lost more than half, and most of them are our subordinates."

Next to him, a veteran with pale temples replied sadly.

Hearing this, Jiang Hu looked at the gloomy sky and was silent.

After a long time, he asked tremblingly again.

"What about the others?"

Hearing Jiang Hu's inquiry, this time it was the veteran named Cui Shan who was silent.

Cui Shan beside him didn't answer for a long time, and Jiang Hu sighed.

"Say it."

When Cui Shan heard this, he no longer hesitated, and made a military salute to Jiang Hu with his fists.

"The number of losses of the forbidden army is equal to that of our department, and the soldiers who came to defend the rest of the states and counties suffered very few casualties."

"Only the Qingzhou army of Qingzhou Captain Wang Meng has more than seventy percent of the casualties."

Hearing Cui Shan's first half of the sentence, Jiang Hu's eyes were cold, and it wasn't until the second half of the sentence came into his ears that a slight flash of brilliance.

"Both the DPRK and the central government say that Qingzhou's military strength is weak, but today this Wang Meng slapped those big men in the face."

After that, he stopped staying and began to walk to the front line of the castle tower.

Along the way, the wails of countless wounded soldiers rang in my ears.

When war strikes, human life becomes the most despicable thing.

All Jiang Hu's hopes at the moment were left to the distant reinforcements.

"Thousands of miles of rivers and mountains, what is the price."

He was originally a person who didn't have much ambition, from the son of the despised merchant at the beginning, to the Zhenwu Marquis who finally suppressed Sanzhou.

Perhaps it is not the ambition to dominate the world that supports him to move forward.

He just wants his family to be safe and no longer being bullied.

But no one believes, and no one thinks that a martial artist with a heavy army will be resigned to mediocrity.

Even if he wanted to stop and hand over the authority in his hands.

Those who are attached to him will also push him, step by step to the peak or abyss.

Jiang Hu climbed the city tower and looked at the northern allies who were pressed by the black outside the gate.

Eventually, he focused on the largest tent and wanted to find the mastermind of the war.

Outside the tent also stood King Huai, dressed in armor, looking at the city tower not far away.

The two lines of sight collided in the air, but they couldn't see each other clearly.

Everything is in plain sight.

"Woo~"

The horn sounded, and the soldiers outside the pass rushed towards the Huya Pass under the heavy reward.

A large number of soldiers were killed by the feathered arrows shot from the castle tower, but they still could not stop the spring of descendants.

From the time the first army ascended the tower, the weary generals were no longer able to stop more soldiers from coming up.

Jiang Hu on the tower of the city took the lead and led the defenders behind him to fight on the front line of the battlefield.

But when the manpower is exhausted, Jiang Hu at this moment is quite like the insect that blocks the car with the mantis arm.

With the last mad roar, most of his strength was exhausted.

Looking at the more and more border soldiers coming from the city tower, and the city gate that was knocked open below.

Jiang Hu's eyes gradually lost their brilliance, and he shook his head and sighed lightly, knowing that after the city was broken, everything would be powerless.

"Heaven is going to kill me."

With that, the bloody saber was slowly lifted towards the neck.

"Kill."

At this time, a burst of shouts and killings like a bell came from behind him, making Jiang Hu stop his movements and turn his head to look back.

"General, reinforcements are coming."

On the stone steps of the city tower, Cui Shan, who was fighting bloodily, pointed to more and more figures in the city and shouted loudly at Jiang Hu.

Jiang Hu was shocked when he heard this, two lines of tears flowed down his cheeks, and a huge joy for the rest of his life after the catastrophe surged into his heart.

With the arrival of reinforcements, the defenders of Huya Pass changed their previous decline and counterattacked towards the border allies who had hit up.

The hand-to-hand combat was connected, and there was a crisp ping pong sound.

Countless soldiers fell in pools of bright red blood, and the two sides who killed the red eyes began to fight chaotically.

But as time passed, the scales of victory had crept in.