War, like a box.

Other things such as righteousness, hatred, etc., are the wrapping paper and patterns that wrap this box.

There's really just two words in it.

Benefit.

From the competition for water in the village to the gain and loss of a city and a country, these two words cannot be avoided.

After returning from Dragon City, Han Shao didn't want to get involved in the next battle.

Anyway, wait for the news on the grassland to reach the hundreds of thousands of barbarian army.

They can't stay any longer.

The withdrawal was doomed.

And they are constantly fighting to the death and life along the way.

The soldiers were tired.

He was also tired.

But after all, there are too many last resorts in this world.

Han Shao needs the Zhao family to add a layer of insurance to his future.

And Zhao Yanzhi also wanted to try Han Shao's sharp knife, whether he could really move forward.

Is it worth taking risks and investing in yourself and the Zhao family?

So this trip that wanted to return home safely and safely came to naught after all.

……

Dingbei City.

The not very wide section of the city wall has long been a mill of flesh and blood that constantly consumes life and will.

The bubbling blood had already stained half of the city wall.

And the corpses piled up under the city walls have even been filled out of a steep slope that is not very spacious.

The cold wind swept up the snow and obscured a lot of vision like smoke and mist.

The soldiers of the Zhenliao Army, who were constantly desperately resisting those brute dogs rushing up the city wall, had their pupils contracted violently after wiping the blood stains on their faces.

"Cavalry! It's the Cavalry! ”

A cry of shock, accompanied by a vibration from the snowy fog in the distance, resounded throughout the entire section of the city wall of Dingbei City.

It's just that as soon as the words fell, the barbarian cavalry that rushed towards the pile of corpses came into the eyes of all the soldiers.

Lose your marbles!

Those brute dogs have gone mad!

They actually attacked the city with cavalry!

Even if you can storm the city walls, what can you do?

This little space on the city wall alone is not enough to let them gallop their horses!

If you are not careful, you will rush over the city wall and fall under the wall several feet high.

It's just that having said that, the moment when the cavalry mounted on the siege of the city still brought a lot of shock and impact to all the soldiers of the Zhenliao army.

Even the long knife in his hand seemed to have become a little heavier.

Husband war, courage also.

They weren't afraid of death, they just succumbed to instinct for a moment!

On the opposite side, the barbarian cavalry commanders who stepped on the steep slope built by the corpses of their fellow clansmen and rushed forward instantly captured the brief delay of the Liao army soldiers in the city.

After his eyes lit up, he immediately held a scimitar and laughed.

"Nangou is scared! Wolf cubs rush with me! Shred them! ”

The corpse under the horse's hooves had long been frozen by the bitter cold.

Even if the ice was a little slippery, many brute riders stumbled and fell into the city in the process of rushing back.

But after all, it is only a minority.

When the war horse gallops, the moment when the horse speed climbs.

In the face of the iron hooves of the barbarians who were swarming towards the city wall soon, a heaven-shattering roar suddenly erupted from the city wall.

"Zhenliao Heavy Armor!"

The sound did not fall.

Many Zhenliao soldiers woke up like a dream, and they responded with a roar of reflex.

"In!"

There is no superfluous nonsense.

There is no room for superfluous nonsense at this time.

There is only one sentence.

"Go with so!"

In the midst of the shouting, a sturdy figure strode forward, facing the gap in the steep slope of the corpse pile, and stopped its figure.

The Zhenliao heavy armor iron shield in his hand was smashed hard.

"Shield!"

The next moment, one after another figures strode forward and smashed the iron shield in their hands in front of them.

Layers!

"Shield!"

After only a few breaths, those figures who forcibly suppressed the instinctive fear in their hearts forged a steel city wall with the iron shield in their hands and their own flesh and blood on this Dingyuan city wall!

"Wolf cubs! The Great Khan is watching us! Attack! Attack! ”

The wolf rode wild and roared.

"Zhenliao heavy armor! Fight to the death! ”

The cold iron wall poured with blood is also roaring.

"No retreat! No refund! ”

Almost in the next moment.

The sharpest spear in the world, and finally the strongest shield.

Just between the square inches of this city wall, the most primitive and direct collision has been completed.

The head of the charging horse, skewed to one side because of the violent impact.

Blood in the mouth and vomiting did not stop.

The knight on the horse, implicated by this great inertia, flew high and fell again.

When he got up dizzy, he had been chopped into meat by the Zhenliao soldiers around him.

And the Zhenliao heavy armor that blocked his charge head-on, the iron shield in his hand, under the impact of this huge impact, ploughed a few gullies in the masonry of the city wall.

His mouth and nose were even more ear, and blood was gushing.

In the blood-red blurred vision, the shadow of the barbarian dog and iron rider in front of him was endless, as if it was boundless.

The soldier vomited blood in his mouth and gritted his teeth.

"Zhenliao heavy armor! Fight to the death! ”

It's a pity that the next moment, a powerful and fierce sword light flashed.

The general's hand was light.

The whole man was neatly cut in half, along with the sturdy iron shield in his hand.

The moment before his consciousness completely fell into darkness, he vaguely heard the roar of his comrades.

"Zhenliao heavy armor! No refund! No refund! ”

OK!

Zhenliao is still there!

Our town is heavy armor...... It's still there!

And this fight, which is destined to be tragic and cruel, is still going on.

Countless war horses are erected in front of the iron wall erected on the high wall here, breaking the sand and sinking halberds, and people are turning over on their backs.

The iron walls erected one after another are shattering!

The roars of Yongyu and Barbarian are intertwined at this moment into one of the most tragic and tragic laments in the world.

Regardless of what they were fighting for before this moment.

At this moment, they are just fighting for survival, fighting for survival!

There is no way to retreat from the Zhenliao army!

It's a robe next to you! Behind him are parents, wives and children! It's Xiangzi!

Instead of living in humiliation, I watched Paoze, parents, wives and children, and Xiangzi being slaughtered and humiliated under the hooves of these beasts.

It's not like I'm going to die a glorious battle today!

And the barbarians who rushed to the city wall could not retreat either!

Under the city walls, the overseers composed of the Khan's tent army were behind, and they were also dead if they retreated!

Since they are all dead, it is better to die in glory on the way to charge.

In this way, they will still be able to die and still have the prestige of a 'warrior'.

The tribes behind them can also continue to survive in the steppe under the protection of the Khan.

So...... Kill! Kill!

Kill one!

Kill one who has no enemy and no self!

Kill one with me invincible!

Until the blood is gone, until the corpses are strewn all over the field, until finally only one party can stand alive on this towering wall.

And the one who is alive is the ultimate winner!

"Kill! Fight the enemy! ”

In the midst of the roar, the strong man holding the iron shield rushed forward one by one, and flew the war horse in front of him.

The crisp sound of bones cracking and spurting blood was drowned in the wind and snow whistling on the high wall.

There was only half of the long knife left in his hand, and he slashed it hard, shining with a dazzling sword light.

He's gone mad.

Kill to get carried away.

Because there was no shield formation at this moment, in the short confrontation just now, the formation that had been temporarily gathered had been shattered.

Those robes who had generously died had all died.

But fortunately, they can be regarded as benevolent.

Because they used their deaths to give the robes on the walls a little time to react.

The barbarian cavalry that rushed up to the city wall was soon overwhelmed and slaughtered by their comrades who rushed up.

Even the Great Grandmaster of the Barbarian Heavenly Gate, who had killed countless Zhenliao Heavy Armor, was taken off his head by a captain of his own side and thrown to the city casually.

"The enemy has retreated! The enemy has retreated! ”

I heard the cheering shouts beside me.

The sturdy figure with a broken shield and a broken knife stood in place.

Has the enemy retreated?

It's good to retreat......

The stout figure grinned at the corners of his mouth and let out a long breath of fiery breath.

'I'm a little tired, rest for a while, and ...... for a while'

'Wait a minute...... And kill the enemy......'

The sight was dark.

He vaguely heard someone calling out to him.

The sound is familiar, too.

But he couldn't respond.

The soldier took off his visor with trembling hands.

I saw that the face that should have been honest and thick under the armor was as dry as a skeleton at this time, looking hideous and terrifying.

But all the soldiers who saw this face were all red-eyed.

They knew that this was a situation where the martial artist's true yuan was exhausted and his qi and blood were exhausted.

The soldier who had just taken off his visor had re-covered him with a gentle movement.

whispered to the robe beside him.

"He's just tired, let him rest."

As he spoke, he lifted the weightless body.

"I'll send him to rest......"

A group of soldiers silently watched the two figures slowly walking down the city wall.

When they disappeared into the stairs, a heaven-shattering roar finally came from the city wall.

"Congratulations to my Zhenliao warriors!"

"Congratulations to me for being a good son!"

As soon as the words fell, there was another roar.

"Great! I'm towering in Zhenliao! ”

"Great! I'm a heavy armor in Liao! ”

"Great!"

……

"Rubbish! Rubbish! ”

Looking at the barbarian horsemen who were all dead on the city wall, Shibi Khan roared angrily.

"Follow-up army, why don't you follow!"

"Why don't you keep up!"

In the face of Shibi Khan's roar, everyone inside and outside the king was silent.

Didn't you arrange all of this, Khan?

Why are you blaming us again?

Not to mention...... Come on?

How to keep up?

The steep slope of the corpses was not wide in the first place.

There are only those who can face the enemy head-on.

Once the momentum of the forward charge is blocked.

Those who rushed up the gentle slope were not only unable to advance or retreat, but also chaotic.

It is also a living target exposed to Yongren's arrows.

The tribe that rushed up just now, many warriors died like this.

They are reluctant to risk the lives of their tribesmen to die.

Of course, they would not dare to do this kind of behavior before.

But since a few days ago, the Great Witch suddenly issued an 'oracle' to all the temple priests to return to the Holy Mountain immediately, and their courage suddenly increased.

also took advantage of the situation to give birth to the idea of retiring from the army.

After all, when the Khan went south, he responded to every call, and many people also looked at the face of the holy mountain to a large extent.

But now, even the Great Witch doesn't seem to be optimistic about going south this time, and even does not hesitate to cut off with Karasumabu.

So what's the point of their insistence?

Even if it is to completely annihilate the entire Zhenliao army, and then sweep the entire Youzhou, what can it do?

Yongren has two capitals and 28 states.

Youzhou is just one of the most bitter and cold.

Without the support of the Great Witch and the Holy Mountain, what could they do to resist the crazy counterattack of the Yong people?

These are just the most obvious truths.

No one will fail to see through it.

So they can't figure out what Shibi Khan is still holding on to at the moment.

At this time, shouldn't it be the most important thing to withdraw troops and stop losses in time?

It's a big deal to come back next year!

As before, only killing, only seeking wealth.

Just like the blue wolf on the grassland, take a bite of meat and run, isn't that good?

Why bother to fight with the Yongren to the end, fighting for the gains and losses of that city and place.

It's just that they don't understand their khan.

But their Khan understands himself very well, and he understands today's Karasuma very well.

Because he can't go back now!

The momentary gaffe under the emotional control that day was the stupidest act he had ever made in his life.

He had been planning for many years before tying the holy mountain and the old immortal to Karasumabu and his chariot.

Unexpectedly, the old immortal is now slippery, and he resolutely completed the cut with himself when he seized the opportunity.

In the current army, although there are still many temple priests who have been 'influenced' by themselves, they finally chose to stay.

They can no longer walk in the name of the temple, and their value and significance to Shibi Khan are no longer great.

The major affairs of the country are in worship and Rong.

Yongren has long seen through this.

Without the support of the temple on the surface, the sacredness of the Karasuma tribe that now dominates the entire grassland has been shaken.

At this moment, Shibi Khan was aware of the danger.

Coupled with the impact of the 'black scourge' that swept the grassland, and the destruction of Dragon City.

All the tribes, including the Karasuma clan, suffered heavy losses.

At this time, it is no longer important for Shibi Khan whether he can sweep Youzhou and overlook the entire Central Plains.

He must take advantage of the news on the grassland, before it reaches the army, before it causes the hearts of the entire army to fluctuate.

Do your best to weaken the Zhenliao army!

And more importantly, weaken the strength of all the tribes except Karasuma!

The logic is simple.

Because strength and weakness are always relative.

When everyone is weaker, as long as they become weaker, the magnitude of their weakness is less than that of the people around them.

In a sense, it's still a matter of getting stronger.

Therefore, the seemingly anxious offensive in the past few days was actually all deliberately done by Shibi Khan.

He just wanted to watch these tribes and the Zhenliao army in Dingyuan City, pulling and consuming each other.

Because that's how more people can die!

"Attack! Keep attacking! ”

"I don't believe it, I have hundreds of thousands of troops in the Karasuma Department, and I can't take a small Dingyuan City!"

Shibi Khan was furious.

But in fact, after being slapped by the big witch, he was far more sober and calm than before.

Or that he is the terrible khan who swept most of the Monan grassland at the beginning.

And not the paranoid and crazy man who loses himself and falls into arrogance and mania!

It's just that in the eyes of everyone inside and outside the king, their khan seems to be even sicker at this time.

But the more this happens, the less they dare to disobey each other.

I had to bite the bullet and once again randomly selected a 'lucky' tribe to go up and send him to death.

So another tragic battle soon broke out on the Dingyuan city wall in the distance ahead.

……

An inconspicuous gentle slope somewhere in the distance.

Surrounded by a small group of inconspicuous people.

They were also black-armored and black-ridden, almost the same as those armorers who were caught in a brutal battle on the distant city wall.

Han Shao, who had been looking into the distance for a while, suddenly sighed.

To be honest, it was the first time in his two lives that he had seen so many people gather in person.

may have seen similar scenes in film and television dramas.

But what is fake is still fake after all.

How can I see it with my own eyes like this, it is intuitive and shocking.

"Sima, the ranger has been cleaned up."

Looking at Zhao Mu's iron harrier, he rushed towards it with a roar.

Han Shao bowed slightly, and there was not the slightest surprise.

Dozens of cavalry troops composed of the lowest innate grandmasters, if there are rangers who can resist the bite of these tigers and wolves, it is a big joke and an accident.

After Zhao Mu and the others returned to the battle.

Han Shao glanced at the group of soldiers behind him.

Originally, he agreed to Zhao Yanzhi's words out of selfish interests, but he still felt a little guilty about the soldiers in his heart.

But now seeing the tragic scene on the city wall, this guilt suddenly disappeared.

Because of these soldiers in front of them, their eyes were red, and their killing intent was unabashed.

Those figures on the city wall in front of them are also their robes!

The robe that has drunk the same ladle of water and eaten the same pot of food before.

There are even some people who came out of the same countryside as them, childhood playmates, brothers of the same clan.

If you sit back and watch them fight those brute dogs.

Sit back and watch them be slaughtered by those wild dogs.

It will be a shame that they will not be able to wash away for the rest of their lives.

So soon, some soldiers couldn't stop shouting.

"Sima ......"

There was a bit of pleading in his voice, and the battle intent in his eyes was even more undisguised.

Faced with such a straightforward meaning, Han Shao didn't bother to say anything more.

The sonorous sheath in his hand was his best and most direct response to the sound of 'Sima' at this time.

The eyes of the soldiers who were originally eager for it lit up instantly.

It's worthy of my family!

Just understand us!

The moment the corners of his mouth grinned, there was a uniform sound of long knives coming out of the sheath.

"It's the last battle, and I don't want to lose anyone!"

Hearing Han Shao's serious and serious words.

The soldiers also looked solemn.

"Wakasheng! We are waiting to live with Sima! ”

"If you die! I'm going to die with Sima! ”

Hearing this, Han Shaowan smiled.

Because that's what he said to them when he just woke up on the battlefield.

Han Shao scolded with a smile.

"Get the out of here! Lao Tzu doesn't want to die now! ”

"Live! Give me a life! ”

"No one is allowed to die!"

Saying this, Han Shao turned to look at the long barbarian ride that stretched for an unknown number of miles in the distance.

Didn't shout out the name of the trapped camp.

Instead, he roared as he did when he first came to the battlefield.

"Zhenliao Army!"

"In!"

Right now, just like that moment!

It's just that he, the husky who was mixed with the wolves at the beginning, has completed the final transformation.

"Charge!"

The long knife pointed at the eye, and the horse's hooves flew.

Overwhelming!

……

(End of chapter)