Three miles away from the Soul Castle, smoke rose and drums sounded.

At the end of the rolling yellow sand, the sun poked its head out, so that the Gobi Desert, which had not yet woken up from the night, began to wake up gradually.

In the Turkic military village, the battle flags were raised in the wind, and there were bursts of shouting, resounding for thousands of miles.

On the top of the city of the Wandering Soul Castle, the first drum sounded in the Turkic camp, and all the families climbed up to the top of the city. Zhou Ziheng stood behind the battlements, squinting at the various banners in the Turkic camp in the distance.

The ranger general Shi Mingming followed closely behind Zhou Ziheng, holding the hilt of the knife with one hand and clenching his fist with the other.

"Make rice!" With the order of Captain Zhenwu, above the city, the drum beat like thunder.

Cauldrons had already been erected in the city, and with the sound of drums, the women and old people in the city, under the orders of several fireheads, began to get busy in an orderly manner.

There was cooking smoke outside the city, and there was cooking smoke inside the city. The drums outside the city are beating, and the drums are still beating inside the city.

The drums sounded a long stick of incense, and then gradually stopped.

Under the north of the city, the men of all the taverns brought out the good wine hidden in the cellars, some of which were transported to the city, and some of which were under the city.

In the north of the city, which was not lively in the past, at this time, all the restaurants were full of people, most of them were heroes of the rivers and lakes, and there were also many death row prisoners with imprints on their faces, and after today, they may no longer be death row prisoners.

These people used to be very noisy, but today they rarely speak, and most of them are a few acquaintances sitting at a table, bowing their heads and muttering quietly. I don't know if it was infected by the disciplined army in the city, or because the drums outside the city came too suddenly, and I was a little caught off guard.

Caught off guard, they have been in the city since noon yesterday, but they will inevitably be a little nervous. There have been a lot of barbarians killed in the past, but there are 50,000 Turkic barbarians outside the city, so when will they have to be killed?

Dozens of carriages came from the city, and all kinds of armaments were brought down from the carriages, including armor, bows and arrows, and rolling stones and trees,......

The leading junior general shouted, and the hundreds of sergeants who had been preparing to meet under the city began to line up to carry the armaments to the city.

"It's almost time. Shi Fenming glanced at the distance a few times, the smoke of the Turkic village was getting less and less, and the drumming had long stopped.

Zhou Ziheng, who was lying at the head of the city, turned around, nodded, took a bowl of wine from a guard behind him, and shouted loudly: "Serve wine to the soldiers!"

The wine jar that had been moved to the city head that had been moved to the city was immediately unsealed by many soldiers, and the whole city was filled with the fragrance of wine in an instant.

Zhou Ziheng walked out, raised the wine bowl at the many soldiers in the city and drank it all.

The ranger general Shi Fenming, who was standing behind Zhou Ziheng, squinted his eyes, walked to Zhou Ziheng's side, and raised his hand at Captain Zhenwu in the distance.

"Drink!" Captain Zhenwu gave another order, and he had already personally walked to the side of the drum, took the drumstick from the hand of a sergeant, and with a "bang", the earth-shattering drum sounded, and fluttered up again on the head of the city.

Many soldiers, along with Shi Mingming, raised the wine bowl and raised their heads to drink the wine in the bowl.

This time the drum sounded only three times, and after three sounds, the wine in the bowl was drunk, and the wine bowl was piled up above and below the city. Immediately, many people in the city climbed up to the top of the city and put away the wine bowls.

Two sergeants walked behind Zhou Ziheng, one holding the battle armor in both hands and the other holding the helmet.

"Bang!" Captain Zhenwu immediately swung his hammer again, pulling his already somewhat hoarse voice, and shouted: "Tighten the battle robe!"

Several drummers standing beside Captain Zhenwu began to beat the drum eighteen times.

Taking over the armor from the sergeant, Zhou Ziheng put it on his body cleanly, and the helmet was also worn on his head, which was the first time he really wore armor.

Tie the sword to his waist, and Zhou Ziheng looked down from the battlements again.

In the distance, the drums of the Turkic stockade had already sounded again, and the flags that had been flying in the wind early had been divided into several strands and came outside the stockade.

Behind each banner, a group of Turkic barbarians followed. Most of the Turkic barbarians were in leather armor, and when they looked at it from a distance, it was almost the same color as the yellow sand on the Gobi Desert.

The eighteen drums at the head of the city fell, and many soldiers were already waiting for the battle, according to the previous distribution, some were on the head of the city, some were under the city, and their faces showed rigor.

There were many sergeants who had gone to war for the first time, and they had never even seen Turkic barbarians before, but apart from some greenness on their faces, even the nervousness was not very obvious.

Turning around and sweeping over the faces of several sergeants, Shi Fenming's face trembled, and he slapped the city with a smile: "I haven't fought with a Turkic barbarian for a long time, I don't know how many people remember me now, and I still remember that I am the Yunlu general Shi Fenming." ”

"General, this city will have to be handed over to you next, and this is the first time I have seen this battle, to be honest, there are some pretenses under my feet. Zhou Ziheng rubbed his forehead and said with an embarrassed smile.

"His Royal Highness the Prince of the World, don't worry!" Shi Fenming patted his chest, but his eyes were staring at the flag in the distance.

patted Shi Mingming's shoulder, Zhou Ziheng sighed, walked to Captain Zhenwu, and muttered a few words to him, and Captain Zhenwu reluctantly handed the drumstick to Zhou Ziheng's hand.

It's the first time he's experienced a war, even if he's the only lieutenant with real power in this Wandering Soul Castle City.

"Howl!" The neat roar resounded across the desert, and even the head of the Wandering Soul Castle shook three times.

The drums in the Turkic camp seemed to be a little louder, and the Turkic barbarians began to press in the direction of the Soul Fortress with the battle flags dancing in the wind, and every few steps, they would let out a shout with the sound of a drum.

There were many sergeants in the city, and there was also a slight panic in their eyes, but retreating before the battle was not the style of the Tang Erlang.

"Is Tang Erlang afraid of death?" Shi Fenming turned around and glanced at the left and right city heads, and his voice spread far away. After all, he is a master of the second-rate peerless realm, and his confidence sinks, and his voice spreads all over this city, which is not too difficult.

"Don't be afraid!" many soldiers clenched their weapons tightly.

"If you are not afraid of death, the bow is wound, and the knife is out of the sheath!" Shi Fenming turned around again and had already pulled out his saber: "Tang Erlang is not afraid of death, he is afraid of dying too aggrieved, and if he dies today, he is not aggrieved, he died on the battlefield." ”

"Drumming!" Zhou Ziheng raised his drumstick at the right time, and this drum sounded throughout the city.

There were no soldiers in the city and under the city, the sword was still in its sheath, and the arrow was not yet on the string.

Guo Xiaojiu and Yuan Ba, when the drum fell, took the lead in dropping the wine bowl and walked out of the tavern tea shop.

A group of heroes, both men and women, began to climb to the top of the city for their own future.

"Patriarch, let's try again today?" Guo Xiaojiu stretched out his hand and patted twice on the scabbard, and looked in the direction of Yuan Ba with a smile on his face.

Yuan Ba carefully checked the head of the gun, kicked the vicious dog Gu Yong behind him, and kicked it back into the tavern: "How can you compare?"

"Kill a thousand barbarian heads before anyone, how?" Guo Xiaojiu had already drawn his knife and was about to walk to the city.

Yuan Ba, who was holding a silver spear, used to have a serious face, but today he smiled for the first time and said, "Okay." ”

At this moment, several men passed by Zhou Ziheng's side. Zhou Ziheng was still beating the drums, and every time the drums sounded, his heart also jumped, and many soldiers also followed the drums, and their morale was high.

What about 50,000 Turkic barbarians, in our Wandering Soul Castle, there are only 10,000 armor soldiers, but today we will break your Turkic barbarians!

Everyone thinks like this, and Zhou Ziheng thinks so too.

Suddenly, a man from the rivers and lakes pulled out his sword and stabbed it towards Zhou Ziheng's heart.

"Be careful!" Yuan Ba was the first to see the movement, he had just walked to the head of the city at this time to stand firm, and it would definitely be too late to stop him.

This sound fell, so that the eyes of many heroes of the rivers and lakes fell to that side.

When Zhou Ziheng heard the sound, he felt a sudden chill behind him, his body was deviated, and the drumstick in his hand was frozen in mid-air.

Thankfully, he missed the point, but the blade pierced through the chamber, staining the armor red with blood.

Before he could turn around, the sword was withdrawn, and the man in the rivers and lakes showed a somewhat sarcastic smile on his face, but he was ready to drop another sword, and this sword would most likely take Zhou Ziheng's life.

The few men around him have not completely sobered up, and it is impossible to stop them.

This sword did not fall, because Guo Xiaojiu held a saber in his hand, stood behind Zhou Ziheng, and fought back to back with Zhou Ziheng.

As if sensing a familiar aura coming from behind him, the corners of Zhou Ziheng's mouth only smiled slightly, and the drumsticks that had previously stagnated in mid-air fell heavily.

As long as the drums are still in the city, the morale of the Tang generals will not be chaotic, and the 50,000 Turkic barbarians will definitely make them come and go.