In these two days and two nights, they did not know how many southern Xinjiang soldiers they had killed, nor how many people had been killed by southern Xinjiang soldiers.

But since the people of southern Xinjiang have been determined to use the art of besieging the city, they will not retreat, and the group of people who are pressed by the black pressure are like ants, killing one wave after another, as if they will never be able to kill.

Wenyu was submerged in the sea of people, his hand holding the spear was numb, and a roar came out of his chest, and the blood splashed on him by the enemy was warm.

He couldn't count how many enemies he had killed, maybe ten, maybe fifteen, or maybe they were just wounded, and none of them died.

Wen Yu lost his sense of time, and also lost the heartache of the passage of his life, he clearly felt the change in himself, from the beginning of not being able to bear to take people's lives, to now without blinking, he can stab the spear into the enemy's chest, he knows that he has changed a lot, but he doesn't know if this is good or bad.

It's good to sacrifice your life to defend your country, but is it also a good thing to lose your life?

He didn't have time to think about it so much, he just knew that if he didn't kill others now, others would kill him.

In this battle, he didn't know how many injuries he had on his body, but he didn't feel pain or cold at all, he only knew how to swing a knife and slash.

At dawn on the third day, a special drum beat finally sounded in his ears, which was the signal to retreat.

He and his brothers fended off the attacks of the southern Xinjiang people while returning to the army and preparing to return to the camp.

At this time, an order came from the front, and the messenger shouted: "Lieutenant General Xu, behind the palace of this army led by you, cover everyone's retreat!" ”

"Lieutenant General Xu has died in battle!"

I don't know who shouted, and the legend made people stare at them for a while, and shouted: "Wenyu, you take the position of Lieutenant General Xu and command this army to cover everyone's retreat!" ”

Wen Yu was stunned, although the general died in battle, and there were many things about being crowned on the battlefield, but Wen Yu didn't expect that it would suddenly be his turn.

Wen Yu was suddenly promoted from an ordinary soldier to a lieutenant general, but he was not half happy about this promotion, but was very sad.

As long as you are a person with a heart, you will not be happy because of the death of an acquaintance and the opportunity to be promoted.

But at the same time, he is also mentally prepared, the battlefield is ruthless, not to mention an acquaintance who eats in a pot, even if it is himself, he doesn't know when he will lose his life, since there is no one to lead the troops at the moment, then he will go up.

But...... Everyone knew that every time they retreated, the soldiers behind the palace were the most dangerous.

Wen Yu barely hesitated, he took out a blood-stained letter from his bosom, which was heavy, as if it still contained something.

From time to time, a soldier would come here to receive the letters left by these soldiers in the palace.

This is also what Wenyu found out after he arrived at the barracks, every time he went to the battlefield, everyone would carry a letter from their arms, especially the army of His Royal Highness.

In the barracks, there were few literate people, so Wen Yu ghostwrote most of the letters.

Most of the people in the barracks were rough warriors, and they couldn't say those beautiful and touching words, leaving only a few words, but these few words told the end of these people's desolate lives.

At some point, when their loved ones don't know about it, they will die in a strange and cold place, never going back to their hometown.

Except for their comrades-in-arms on the battlefield, no one can empathize with their hearts and feelings, but when they wrote this letter, they were ready not to go back.

Looking at the sword light and sword shadows not far away, and the southern Xinjiang people who were like fierce beasts, Wen Yu had an answer in his heart.

Even if he was just an ordinary general, he knew that it was wrong for so many southern Xinjiang people to attack together, and they must be thinking about something.

I want to go back this time, but it's hard.

Wen Yu handed over the letter to the man, and he specially instructed: "Brother Chen, if I can't go back, please Brother Chen hand over this letter to Miss Lin Youran, I'm tired." ”

"Mr. Wenyu rest assured ......"

Before noon, a large number of troops retreated, and there were more than a dozen teams like Wen Yu led by this team of several hundred people, rushing to the front, no one was not afraid of death, or heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather.

Wen Yu's spear pierced through the chest of a southern Xinjiang man, the blood of the enemy spraying on his face and armor, and he watched as his reddened blue eyes gradually lost their luster and lost his breath.

At that moment, Wen Yu thought that the horse leather shroud was a tomb, and for a soldier, it might be the best ending......

The endless blood-colored battlefield was like a purgatory on earth, and the snow in the distance lit up with a raging fire, reflecting the sky in a blood-red color, arrows flying in the air, and the soldiers' faces were covered with blood, and their eyes revealed anger against the enemy and fear for the future.

A large number of soldiers fell one after another, and someone behind him raised his sword, and the sound of battlefield fighting and sword intersecting shook the heavens and the earth, and when he looked up, the sea of corpses and blood covered the frozen snow on the ground.

I don't know how long it took, maybe half an hour, maybe two hours, and they had lost their sense of time.

The sound of cannon in the distance finally sounded, and it was the sound of covering Wen Yu's retreat.

The ground shook almost as soon as they shook, and the shells landed and exploded in the crowd, sending up a puff of blood-colored smoke and dust from the stumps, and after the tinnitus, the earth-shattering sound was mixed with the screams and wails of the enemy.

"Retreat! Fall back!! ”

I don't know who roared loudly, and the sound of artillery came again, and the scene continued to be staged, and Wenyu and the others hurriedly retreated to the rear.

Even if they were seriously wounded, they did not dare to stay for a moment, although there was artillery to help, but the number of enemies was too large, as long as they stopped for a while, they would become the ghosts of the sword.

Having said that, with the help of such a powerful weapon, everyone's hearts are obviously at ease.

"Quick! Get ready to close the gates! ”

The soldiers not far away roared and commanded, and only waited for them, the soldiers of the palace, to enter and then close the city gates.

Although it was not yet time to relax, but seeing the familiar city gate and his own people, now in addition to artillery, there were also bows and arrows to help, and the big stone in Wenyu's heart finally fell to the ground.

But why did they all use artillery, and the enemy still pursued closely, what did they ......

Are they going to besiege the city?

This thought flashed through Wen Yu's mind, and he was suddenly stunned, and his heart "chuckled".

Just when Wen Yu was only a mile away from the city gate, for some reason, the old wound on his leg suddenly hurt violently, and he was in a cold sweat.

How can the wound hurt now? Isn't the wound on his leg about to heal?

Wen Yu's leg was pierced by an arrow before, and the injury was so severe that he couldn't sleep day and night.

He was worried that the injury would be delayed when he went to war, so he was always on medicine, and although he was still a little uncomfortable walking, he was already fine.

When he was about to go to the battlefield, he also used the gold sore medicine sent by the satin boy, but why did his leg start to hurt again now?

When the enemy's battle axe arrived in front of him, Wen Yu didn't have time to think about it, he used his spear to block the enemy's weapon, but the axe was too sharp, and the southern Xinjiang people on the opposite side were nine feet tall and as powerful as an ox.

He gritted his teeth and pressed down with his battle axe, and Wen Yu could only hear a crisp sound, and his spear was actually cut alive.

The tomahawk slashed at his face, and Wenyu's body dodged to the side, the tomahawk falling against his face, and with a burst of heart-rending pain, his entire shoulder was slashed off by the tomahawk.

Seeing that the man was about to raise his knife and slash again, a sharp arrow grazed the top of Wenyu's head and hit the enemy in the heart.

Wen Yu endured the pain and looked up, and a white-clothed man on the castle tower was holding a bow and arrow, aiming at the enemy beside him.

"Sir, get out of here!"

He couldn't hear the voice of Sain Yunchuan, or even the sound of Jin Ge in his ears, he only felt the pain in his body, first the shoulders that had been cut off, then the chest, neck, and abdomen......

His eyes were covered with a cloud of blood, and then he saw the wall upside down from top to bottom, and the white robe leaped down from the wall.

Is he here to save him?

This is the second time that the satin boy has saved him......

But now that the enemy is about to surround the city wall, if even the satin boy is gone, then who can take Miss Lin out?

Wen Yu wanted to stop him, but he couldn't, he felt himself fall to the ground, and then a headless corpse beside him also fell at the feet of the enemy.

The scars on the hands of the headless corpse were familiar, and were they someone he knew? Or ...... It was his own body......

Wen Yu's brain seemed to be filled with mud, so heavy that he couldn't think, and his consciousness gradually disappeared.

Through the last glance of the blood curtain, he saw the satin boy holding a long sword in his hand, passing through the crowd and descending in front of him, he held his head, his eyes were full of crystal light, and muttered to Wenyu: "Rest in peace." ”

That was the last sentence Wen Yu heard, and he couldn't see the smile on Sain Yunchuan's lips clearly, he only felt that he had dragged others down until he died......

Jackdaws in the sky hovered by, picking up food to eat in the blood-stained land, and the smoke of gunpowder in the distance connected the cold earth with the gloomy sky.

The blonde and blue-eyed southern Xinjiang people surrounded the isolated cities on the border one after another, and the priest's plan succeeded in the first step, and the plan of Zhiqing Turbidity also succeeded in the first step.

In the king's tent, Shao Yisong replaced the heavy armor covered in blood, and knew that Qingxun bandaged large and small wounds for him.

"This battle is realistic enough, and then we only need to design a few breakouts that seem to be doing our best to temporarily stabilize the suspicions of the priests in southern Xinjiang."

"How long do you need it?" Shao Yisong asked.

"Three months."

"Three-month ......"

Shao Yisong repeated again, these three months can allow the generals to recuperate, and while lowering the enemy's vigilance, they can also consume a lot of the enemy's food and grass, and then activate that plan, but will the enemy really wait for them to run out of ammunition and food just like this?

The answer is obvious, it's just that Shao Yisong doesn't know what means the enemy wants to use to annihilate them in one fell swoop, in short, he must not take it lightly in the past three months.

After bandaging Shao Yisong's wounds, Zhiqingxuan went back to his camp.

From time to time, the dumb slave came in from outside, took out a secret letter from his bosom and handed it to Zhiqingyun.

After she took it, she opened the superstition, and the red seal covered on it was engraved with a few big characters: "Wu'an Hou Yin." ”