Daxiang border, Zhennan Pass!

This pass is known as the Tiger Mouth Xiongguan, and it is the place where Li Zhu, the king of Xiang, drew his sword back then.

It's just that now the only 200,000 iron horsemen left in Guanzhong have all lost their fighting spirit, and each of them is in a trance. These Xiangjun men, who were rumored to be invincible, looked at the corpses of their companions who were wrapped in white cloth one by one, and they couldn't help shaking their heads and sighing at this time.

The thick cloud of defeat has now shrouded the entire Zhennan Pass, and the entire pass is extremely depressed.

In the vast snow, the sky and the earth were white, but the ground in front of the entire Zhennanguan had turned to red soil! With the blood of the soldiers who had died in the battle, the snow melted into red ice crystals, making the entire area filled with heavy blood.

The original impregnable pass city tower, at this moment there are signs of dilapidation everywhere, a lot of 10,000 catties of stone walls, has been embedded with deep sword traces, hard stone skin was actually scraped off a few layers alive in the battle.

The moat in front of the city gate has been stained red with blood, as far as the eye can see, the entire Xiongguan is a dilapidated scene, even the stone bricks of the lookout pavilion are covered with dense cracks, if it were not for the timely Mingjin withdrawal of troops from South Vietnam, I am afraid that the number of iron cavalry in the pass will not even be 200,000.

What kind of tragic fighting can make Zhennan Pass become like this?

The South Vietnamese charge was almost unstoppable, and in front of the South Vietnamese general's camp in the vast snow, the dazzling towering battle flag fluttered in the wind.

Interracial Li Xuan, lackey Xiangjun!

This bitter sentence has made the Xiangjun men lose their fighting spirit, Rao is known for their bravery, and when they see those words, they can hardly raise the slightest fighting spirit. During the multi-day battle, they were almost always forced to defend.

Even the number of casualties in the Xiang army has far exceeded that of South Vietnam.

The sunset has arrived, and the afterglow is flickering between the white sky and the earth. There are non-stop stretchers carrying the soldiers who died in battle back and forth, but the bones of the dead soldiers outside the city are still covered with the ground, and there are too many dead......

At the top of the city tower, there is a majestic bronze statue of Li Zhu, the king of Xiang. Next to him stood a burly man, his resolute face full of sighs. He is one of the four tiger generals of the Xiang Army, Lu Ziyi, one of the four tiger generals of the Xiang Army.

He put his hands behind his back, stared blankly at the dense South Vietnamese military tents on the snowfield in front of him, gasped in his heart, and stared at the dazzling banner on the snowfield, and the whole person exuded a sense of gloom.

But this extremely refutable words made him a little helpless.

It's just a tragic battle in half a decade, and the grief and indignation in his heart have made his head have gray hairs, and if it goes on like this, tomorrow at dawn, Zhennan Pass will be breached!

How could Yan Zhiwei, a school captain, have the handsome talent to command hundreds of thousands of soldiers in battle! Not to mention that Emperor Wen's reinforcements have not yet arrived......

Lu Ziyi exhaled deeply, and looked at the bronze statue of King Xiang with guilt: Could it be that Daxiang is really going to die at my hands?!

At this moment, a hurricane suddenly blew in the pass, and even brought up snow waves in the distance, Lu Ziyi looked up and saw that there were four divine rainbows in the sky in the distance, heading straight for him! In a moment, seven people flew to the city tower and stood in front of Lu Ziyi.

After seeing the comer clearly, Lu Ziyi's eyelids jumped, and he exclaimed: "South Vietnam is frosty and snowy, and General Yan is still alive...... Li Xuan!"

After all, he was the son of the world, and the words disappeared......

After seeing Li Xuan, Lu Ziyi's face became a little obscure, and he said coldly: "Li Xuan, leave quickly, remember the old love of King Xiang in the past, I won't kill you! Otherwise, the 200,000 iron horsemen here will not be able to escape from you, so don't let General Yan go quickly!"

As soon as his words fell, the entire pass resounded with a neat sound of drawing the bow, and it seemed that it only took Lu Ziyi's order to make Li Xuan and the others be shot into a sieve by the rain of arrows in the sky.

Many soldiers had already noticed the figure that appeared on the city, and they turned their heads one after another, and their questioning eyes continued to condense towards Li Xuan. Xiang Jun's eyes were full of monstrous anger and resentment, and they never understood why King Xiang's little son could ruthlessly kill his father!

Li Xuan looked at Lu Ziyi's violently undulating chest, arched his hand at him, and said softly: "General Lu, I came here just to tell you the truth. ”

Between the words, Li Xuan's right hand swept down a strand of Yan Zhiwei's hair, with a trace of blood at the end of the hair, and kicked the trembling Yan Zhiwei to his knees with a sharp kick, and said fiercely: "Say it to General Lu, Captain Yan!"

Lu Ziyi was shocked when he saw this, could there be any hidden secret?

Yan Zhiwei's whole person kept trembling, her lips squirmed up and down, and she didn't speak for a long time.

As Jiang Baihe snorted coldly between his noses, Yan Zhiwei probably recalled the previous severe pain, and hurriedly fell in front of Lu Ziyi and smashed his head on the stone face of the city tower, and exhaled: "Spare your life!

Lu Ziyi was stunned at this moment, but after years of baptism of war, his complexion quickly returned to calm, his eyes wandered away from Li Xuan, and he asked softly, "Li Xuan, is this ...... What do you mean?"

The Xiangjun in front of the pass was already a little confused, and many people slowly put down the bows and crossbows in their hands.

Seeing this, Li Xuan kicked Yan Zhiwei again, and said indifferently: "Yan Zhiwei, if you don't tell the truth, you will die immediately! You must know that I did this just because I didn't want to kill my brothers and sisters with Xiangjun, but your life is not among them!"

After hearing this, Yan Zhiwei shouted at the top of her throat as if she was crying bitterly, directly hugged Yan Zhiwei's ankle, and wailed: "Spare your life, General Lu! In Shanhaiguan before, it was the Tang dialect of Nanyue that killed my Xiangwang!

After Lu Ziyi heard this, the whole person couldn't help but take two steps back, with a gloomy meaning in his eyes, and slowly swept over the two guards who came together, and when they saw this, they hurriedly followed Yan Zhiwei and kowtowed desperately: "General Lu spares his life! We are guilty! We will return the gold and silver treasures, we don't want to die yet!"

The Xiangjun stationed away from the city tower, many people have heard these words, their eyes showed a look of excitement, rolling tears fell, and then looked at Yan Zhiwei's eyes were a bad cold!

Lu Ziyi forcibly stabilized his trembling legs, and felt that his lungs were exploding at the moment! This thing was originally strange, the little prince Li Xuan had previously broken the enemy of the Hehuan Sect in Xiangyang City and guarded the Xiangjing. How could he do such a patricide for no reason?!