Two more days passed, and in the past two days, Yang Feng and An Ziyu have slept until they wake up naturally. Because fighting is physical work after all, when I wake up, I have wine and meat, and for a moment I feel that this day is more relaxed and leisurely than in the mountains.

In addition, every time they face the title of young man, Yang Feng and An Ziyu have realized their childhood dreams, and their hearts are happy.

So much so that it was as if they were going to forget that this was the front line of the battlefield.

In the early morning of the third day, a crisp horn sounded, and although Yang Feng was in the guest room, he could still hear it clearly.

Yang Feng and An Ziyu got up in a daze, but there was a quick knock on the door.

"Who?" Yang Feng asked loudly.

"Two young heroes, the Tibetan soldiers are pressing, and they hope to get up early and go up to the city tower to suppress the formation!" The sergeant even spoke in a hurry.

"Isn't it just a Tibetan soldier......" Yang Feng didn't care, An Ziyu was the first to react: "It's here!"

A bone and a brain jumped.

Yang Feng's eyes widened, he was supposed to come, he finally came.

......

This morning's meal was extremely simple, it was baked cakes.

Yang Feng and An Ziyu took two of them on the street, and then put the baked cakes to their mouths and ate them while running.

When they reached the city gate, the corridor was already full of heavily armed soldiers, and the footsteps of soldiers also sounded behind them, and Zhao Hande led a group of soldiers to stand behind Yang Feng and the others.

These soldiers were ready to go up to the tower to replace the wounded.

"Come up!" Cao Mengbo shouted to the stunned Yang Feng and the others on the city tower.

Yang Feng and An Ziyu hurriedly followed up to the city tower.

The twelve people on the tower of the city were also waiting here early.

When Yang Feng and An Ziyu came to the battlements to look, they originally thought that they would see a piece of flags covering the sun and black oppression, but what they saw was the same scene as usual, in front of the city gate, it was empty, and further on, it was still empty.

Cao Mengbo walked to the two of them, saw the doubts of the two, and explained: "This morning, before the rooster crowed, a secret whistle came to report, and I saw the military flag of the Tibetan soldiers twenty miles away. I think that before sunset at the latest, we will have a one-sided relationship. ”

Yang Feng asked, "Are they...... You don't have to set up camp and bury the pot to cook?"

This is Yang Feng's understanding of war, and it is also true.

It's just that Cao Mengbo said lightly: "The Tibetan soldiers have been silent for so many days, they must want to recuperate and take this python mountain city in one go." If they really want to set up camp, I'm afraid that the plan is also in the city, and after today's battle, I don't know if we can still see the scenery from here. ”

"Not really. An Ziyu frowned and asked: "General Cao, although I don't know how to march and fight, but this place is surrounded by mountains, even if there are double the forces to suppress the formation, with our strength, we will not be defeated in one day." "Wu Jiu Literature

Cao Mengbo nodded and said: "All the old men are counted, it is really not easy for the Tibetan soldiers to occupy this python mountain city." But as you know, the leader is the so-called young master of the former dynasty, and I think he is arrogant and will never act cautiously. If he guessed correctly, according to his idea, it would be extremely morale-boosting to take it in one day and not stop. All this confidence of his came from the murderous monster in their army. So today, you have to be careful, success or failure is directly related to our morale. ”

Cao Mengbo reminded Yang Feng and the others in advance.

Yang Feng and An Ziyu both breathed a sigh of relief and looked at the Pude people standing beside them, Yang Feng said quietly: "It's okay today, I can meet the masters of Buddhism." ”

......

At noon, the sun was scorching, and Yang Feng and the others had lunch early, because they got up too early today, they felt a little sleepy, and they fell asleep leaning on the battlements at the entrance of the city tower.

This sleep, both of them dreamed.

Yang Feng dreamed that Long Xiaoyuan was wearing a skirt with a hundred flowers, running on an endless grassland, the air around him was fresh, and there were flocks of birds. Here, Long Xiaoyuan is just a young lady from an ordinary family, and Yang Feng is just a young master from an ordinary family who is chasing after her. They don't know martial arts, and they don't have abnormal life experiences, pure friendship between men and women, and pure playfulness.

And An Ziyu, he dreamed that he was wearing a hat on his head, just like Boss Lin. Then the Darkiron Sword was clenched in his hand, and he stood on a high place and looked at the terrified face below. An Ziyu shouted violently, and a sword qi went down, dying first, and then he rushed into the crowd from top to bottom, as if entering a no-man's land. There was only one scream left in the crowd, and after the scream, everyone fell down, An Ziyu tidied up his clothes, one person and one sword, and disappeared into the sunset.

But after thinking about it, An Ziyu realized that something was wrong. It's obvious that I'm fighting, why can I see my back in the sunset? An Ziyu was the first to wake up, and it was really a dream.

At this time, it was still quiet on the castle tower, and many people were sleeping.

An Ziyu looked at Yang Feng beside him, his brows were tightly knit at this time, and he didn't know what he dreamed of.

Yang Feng dreamed that Long Xiaoyuan had been running in front, chasing behind, chasing and chasing, and suddenly felt as if his feet had taken root, and he couldn't run more and more, until Long Xiaoyuan disappeared from vision, Yang Feng sweated in despair, looking ahead, but there was no trace of him.

"You're back. You come back. Yang Feng said that he was talking in his dream, An Ziyu raised his eyebrows, and leaned over to hear more, but his voice stopped abruptly.

"Who do you want to come back?" An Ziyu asked tentatively.

Suddenly his head was slapped by Yang Feng, An Ziyu struggled to cover the back of his head and flashed to the side, Yang Feng turned around and said, "Don't disturb my rest." ”

An Ziyu was bored and stood up, and the city downstairs was still the same. Looking into the distance, it is still that empty scene.

An Ziyu took off the Xuantie Sword wrapped in Su Bu, stretched Su Bu apart, and held it high, the tip of the Xuantie Sword pointed at the scorching sun, and the Xuantie Sword looked so sharp under the sunlight.

Although An Ziyu felt a little dazzling, she thought that maybe this afternoon, she would become famous all over the world, and she was in a very comfortable mood.

But at this moment, there was a rapid sound of horses' hooves in the distance, and a secret sentry rode a fast horse, and before anyone arrived, the voice came first: "The Tibetan soldiers are ten miles away, and they are heading here! The Tibetan soldiers are ten miles away, and they are marching here!"

When he reached the city, this person's voice was hoarse, and the Huizhou army on the city tower who had been lazily resting stood up as if awakened, and the dark sentry also entered the city, galloping and shouting on the city road.

When An Ziyu looked again, there were already dense soldiers standing beside him, and he could only take a step back by himself.

A hand behind him was against An Ziyu's shoulder, but it was Yang Feng.

Yang Feng was extremely calm, and said to An Ziyu: "A tough battle is coming!"