After all the 16 Huns were killed, the rain of arrows fell towards the wall of Yanmen Pass.

Even if there is armor on the body, even if there is a shield to protect it, there are still old soldiers of the fine willow battalion who continue to fall above the Yanmen Pass.

Knowing that the others were the veterans of the Hosoliu Battalion who acted as role models, they didn't snort even if they fell.

When a rain of arrows passed, there were already dozens of veterans of a hundred battles on the Yanmen Pass, who could no longer stand up.

This kind of sacrifice is unavoidable even if Wang Yu doesn't want to see it, and the war between races has never been a harmonious game.

"The Huns are already on the verge of the city, and the shooters listen to my orders and shoot a round on their backs, wind, gale. ”

The sword and axe hand obeyed the order, and the Huns began to attack the city, preparing to engage in hand-to-hand combat against the bloodline warriors.

The shield soldier holds the shield and protects the shooter for subsequent shooting suppression.

All the young men under the city obeyed the order, went up to the city wall in armor, and prepared rolling stones and sasswood. After avoiding the first round of arrow rain, Feng He, who was experienced in combat, immediately began to give orders loudly.

Hearing Feng He's order, the shooters of the Xiliu Battalion, who had long been accustomed to war, instantly stood up from under the arrow stacks and hurried to shoot the second arrow.

After shooting the second arrow and completing their mission, all the archers retracted into the protection of the shield man, and with the help of the geographical advantage, they opened their bows and arrows to suppress the Hun archers in all directions.

The people who received Feng He's order and the members of the energetic organization, led by the veterans of the Xiliu Battalion, quickly passed the rolling stones and sassalwood that had been prepared long ago to the city wall.

Some obedient and honest people, under the leadership of the old soldiers, climbed the city wall and prepared to throw rolling stones and sassal wood.

Although the tentative attack on the first day was also dangerous, compared to the elite Huns, the slaves and herdsmen of the small tribes who came to die on the first day were the best tools to practice.

These best practice tools should naturally be reserved for the most promising 'good families'.

Just when these 'good sons' trembled with swords and guns and wore leather armor, ready to meet the swords from the Huns.

"Boom, boom, boom. ”

One after another, the Huns couldn't stand the horsepower of sitting down and fell headlong on the thick city wall of Yanmen Pass, hitting a dead body.

Looking at the absurd scene in front of him, Wang Yu turned his head to look at Feng He beside him with doubts: "Captain Feng, I felt that something was wrong with this group of Huns from the beginning, our Yanmen Pass is located between two ridges, and the city wall is eight zhang high and three zhang thick, aren't these Huns looking for death when they charge with all their might?"

Faced with Wang Yu's question, Feng He did not answer immediately, he first glanced at the Hun camp not far away with his hand, and then looked at Wang Yu with a solemn face: "My lord, the Huns are only afraid that they will win this south!"

I don't know if you just observed that the first batch of bloodline warriors who came to charge the battle are not too young.

The Huns we closed down, including the horses they sat on, were basically the old, weak, sick and disabled, and the Hun nobles who were really responsible for commanding them did not even enter the wide mouth between the two ridges.

In this case, when Xia Guan was serving in the Xiliu Battalion, he had seen it once fifteen years ago, and it was the Huns who were reducing Ding. ”

"Minus Ding, do you mean that the Huns are consciously eliminating these old, weak, sick and disabled, so as to take back the food that should have been allocated to them, and then provide more resources to those young and strong Huns?" Wang Yu was not a stupid person, Feng He guessed the intention of the Huns with a little click.

Feng He was not surprised that Wang Yu was able to accurately grasp the key points: "That's right, my lord, the Huns are using the method of reducing Ding."

Fifteen years ago, there was a large-scale locust plague on the grassland, and the current Xiongnu Shan Yu Touman summoned 300,000 soldiers and nearly a million herdsmen and slaves to the south in order to solve the food shortage caused by the locust plague.

At that time, because of the shortage of food, Touman also used this method to reduce the number of Ding, these old, weak, sick and disabled Huns had the task of finding death and consuming as much as possible the energy of all kinds of materials and personnel we had in reserve.

Fifteen years ago, on the flesh and blood of 100,000 old, weak, sick and disabled Huns, a corpse slope was erected in front of Yanmen Pass.

On that day, all the living forces in Yanmen Pass were exhausted by the blood sea of the Huns' corpses, and in one day, Yanmen Pass, a dangerous Xiongguan, was breached, and the lower officials were assigned to the state capital to send a letter of help that day to avoid death.

Today's Yi Zhiyi is naturally not comparable to the former Touman, but with his lonely performance on this trip, I am afraid that it will be ...... if I don't fill the Yanmen Pass in my fine willow camp!"

Although Feng He's words were not finished, Wang Yu already understood what he meant.

Compared with Tou Man's generosity, Yi Zhixie seems to be a little tender, but since he has used the method of reducing Ding, it proves that he is determined to win Yanmen Pass.

The auxiliary soldiers of Yanmen Pass together have a total of nearly 13,000 people, which is definitely not a small number.

But the Huns in front of Yanmen Pass are only afraid of about ten times the number of Yanmen Pass, with one to ten, even if there is a dangerous pass Yanmen Pass as a basis, there are few people in the fine willow camp who can do it.

Once Yi Zhiyi made up his mind and prepared to smash the Yanmen Pass, there were nearly 13,000 people in this pass, and I was afraid that few people would survive.

After knowing the news that Yi Zhiyi would die at Yanmen Pass, Wang Yu couldn't help frowning.

In his plan, after the first snow fell, the Yizhi evil in front of the Yanmen Pass was retreated.

He was a newcomer, and although he was able to grasp some of his power with the help of his predecessor's identity, he could not do it in the end, so he needed a victory to establish his prestige.

Yi Zhixi's southward movement was the stepping stone he set. But now it seems that this stepping stone is not as he wants, and it is also, as the right valley king of the Huns, how can Yi Zhiyi be manipulated by him like a marionette.

"Captain Feng, although the old man has some courage, but in front of the army, it is only a drop in the bucket, so it seems that he can only give up his old face and ask for help from the state government.

Before the support of the state capital arrived, the old man asked you to assure that even if all the people in this pass died, this Yanmen Pass could not be lost.

Although today's Fang Bo (state pastor) is not the same as the old man, he should be able to be consistent in dealing with the Xiongnu.

The support of soldiers and horses will be available at Yanmen Pass in a month at the latest, and the old man can guarantee that there will be no shortage of food, grass and weapons.

As for the masters of resisting the Hun bloodline warriors, the old man is not only able to take a shot with one hand, but the bloodline warriors of the innate realm will be dealt with by the old man!"

Wang Yu's words rekindled hope in Feng He's somewhat desperate heart just now, yes, his own Shangguan is different from the previous Shangguan, he is the mainstay of the clear stream of the court in the past.

Sometimes, even Uncle Fang had to make compromises with this Shangguan.

With him, as long as those big and small officials in the state still have a reputation, they will definitely not shirk the blame in terms of material support as before.

Once the supplies are secured, the two million men on the land of Bingzhou are not all bad seeds, and I am afraid that they will really be able to break Yi Zhixi's teeth.

Moreover, if the adults had not deceived themselves, the top force that they feared the most would not have to be filled with human lives.

I didn't expect that the adults would have the power to rival the innate realm martial artists silently!

The bloodline warriors of the Innate Realm are not cats and dogs among the Huns, and according to the news that Feng He inquired, Yi Zhixi, the martial artist of the Acquired Realm who can be mobilized in the hands of the King of the Right Valley, is only afraid of more than three digits, but the martial artists of the Innate Realm who follow him are only afraid that even one hand is not enough.

There are only three known Innate Realm bloodline warriors in the Yizhi evil army: Hu Hanxi, the leader of the White Wolf Soldiers under his command, the shaman sent to him by the Xiongnu royal court to worship Ge Rile, and the king of Donghu, Lu Tazhi, who swore allegiance to him.

It is rumored that Yi Zhiyi also has the strength of the innate realm, but he doesn't know whether it's true or not: "In this way, I will trouble you." ”

Just when Feng He was talking with Wang Yu, dozens of soft ladders in the form of cables were trampled on the corpses of their compatriots by the Huns and thrown onto the city wall of Yanmen Pass.

Although this cable-style soft ladder looks shoddy and tight, it is far tougher than the soft ladder made of hemp rope, and the average knife and axe hand cannot cut the soft ladder in a short time despite using all his strength to cut the axe.

A large number of Huns climbed quickly along the soft ladder towards the top of the city wall of Yanmen Pass.

Under the protection of shield hands, the former people who were pulled up to the top of the city wall braved the rain of arrows from the Huns, picked up the rolling stones and sassage trees on the city wall and threw them at the Huns who climbed up the soft ladder.

In an instant, but the sand monk and blood covered the entire Yanmen Pass.

Some of the people who went into battle for the first time were inspired to be bold, and tirelessly threw their own roars at the Huns who were climbing along the soft ladder.

Some were so frightened that they couldn't move their legs.

If you are afraid of death, the more you will die.

On the battlefield, the legs are babbling and standing still is a living handle, even if there is a shield hand to protect such frightened people, they can't escape the sniping from the Hun marksman.

Wang Yu has not only seen the bloody scene, but also created it himself.

But when he encountered this kind of scene in the midst of war, a wordless irritability began to slowly haunt his heart.

He had already been mentally prepared for the death of these soldiers when Yemen closed it, but he was psychologically prepared, and he really saw that these men who were respectful to him in the past died in the hands of the Huns, and his heart was still a little unbearable and shaken.

At the end of the day, he's still a human being.

People's seven emotions and six desires, people's joys, sorrows, and sorrows still affect him.

In the face of the war that amplifies emotions, even if his heart is no longer young, he can't do it like a stone.

Standing on the city wall, a faint anger began to surround Wang Yu, and just when the green tendons of his hand holding the knife were about to be drawn out of the sheath, a sharp arrow pierced the sky and shot towards him.

The arrow came so fast that even Wang Yu only detected his trajectory after it entered the observation range of his divine sense.

"Condor archers! There are condor archers who want to murder adults. Feng He, who fought the most with the Huns, immediately recognized the identity of the owner who shot the arrow.

If it weren't for the fact that he had just been angry with Wang Yu and knew that Wang Yu had the strength of an innate realm martial artist, Feng He would have wanted to die.

The Condor Archer is the strongest force that Yi Zhixie can grasp in his hands, except for the three Innate Realm bloodline warriors.

Every Condor Archer is able to threaten the lives of an Innate Realm martial artist with the bow and arrow in his hand.

Fifteen years ago, he Feng and his former boss, his uncle, Yanmen Captain Feng Tangnai was a genuine Innate Realm martial artist.

But under the containment of the two Innate Realm bloodline warriors, the three Condor Archers took his life in one round of shots.

His uncle's body that could tear tigers and leopards alive in the past was no stronger than ordinary leather armor under the arrows of the eagle archers.

Looking at the feather arrow that came to his eyes in the blink of an eye, Wang Yu pushed aside a personal soldier who wanted to come in front of him as a human shield, and reached out and easily grabbed the arrow that was only a foot away from his eyebrows.

At this scene, all the soldiers who watched him because of Feng He's shout suddenly became excited: their leader, the county guard of Yanmen County, was a strong man who couldn't even kill the eagle shooter's sneak attack, and after knowing that the person who held his own life was not a sheep, everyone in Yanmen Pass subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone knows that a soldier will be a nest of bears.

There is such a county guard who is hard enough to be the leader, they finally don't have to turn a blind eye when they sleep, for fear that this county guard is a rotten coward, because they are afraid of war, they secretly throw these big soldiers at Yanmen Pass and flee for their lives.

Wang Yu, who has always been domineering, weighed the heavy feather arrow in his hand, and followed the trajectory of the arrow to easily find the condor archer who attacked him.

Come and not be rude, he didn't take out a strong bow to fight back, his fingers knocked the feather arrow in his hand, and a faint mana was integrated into the feather arrow, the wrist flipped, and Wang Yu, who had left the means in the feather arrow, threw the arrow back the way it came.

Under Wang Yu's violent throw, with the assistance of the small means in the arrow, this feathered arrow rushed towards the condor archer at a faster speed than when it came.

The eagle archer, who had good eyesight, saw his target, the Yanmen County guard, fight back, but he only smiled contemptuously.

Among the tens of millions of Huns, there are less than 100 condor shooters, and a Zhou person actually wants to throw arrows out of the target of the condor shooter with his bare hands, in the words of the Zhou people, this is a fool's dream.

Suddenly, the Condor Archer, who had come to play with the cannon fodder on the front peak on a whim, suddenly turned black, and the arrow he shot passed through his brow without him noticing, carrying his brain and blood into the rocks behind him.

As a monk in the real realm, even if Wang Yu does not use Taoism, his methods are by no means something that ordinary people can speculate.

Although he has not yet mastered the secrets of martial arts in these days, he has still learned a lot of luck methods.

With the blessing of this body of Dao Law and supernatural powers, it may be a little difficult for him to pretend to be a martial arts master of this world, but it is still easy to disguise himself as a martial artist who can easily sweep the bloodline warriors of the Innate Realm.

A mere condor shooter, he may not have much to do to rectify it when he runs away after shooting, but he despises himself and stands in place, in this case, if he doesn't die, who will die?

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