The barbarian cavalry was well-trained and menacing, and they did not hesitate to withdraw when they withdrew, like a wave crashing against a reef, and after the impact, they immediately retreated.

The stone wall has not fallen, and the human wall is still there.

It's just that both are in danger.

For example, on the front line, when the barbarians take the initiative to withdraw their troops, even if they are well versed in the truth of chasing the poor and the poor, the Liyang sergeant who is above the top has to ride a horse and a knife on the huge wasteland or grassland, chase dozens or hundreds of miles, and beat this water dog.

But at this time, the rest of the people, not to mention the pursuit, were actually tired with swords standing by the sword, and some even collapsed to the ground at the moment when the barbarians withdrew, as if asleep, but never woke up.

Li Wenshuo looked at the barbarian army in the distance, and the smoke and dust raised by the horse's hooves turned into a piece, looking from afar, like a tumbling giant snake. He took a deep breath and did not continue to recklessly harvest human lives, but searched around, found the tip of the sword that was more than a foot long, and came to the city with the broken sword in his hand.

He didn't speak, just paced back and forth in the crowd, and when he met someone who was seriously injured and couldn't hold on, but could try to save it, he sent some of his own cultivation internal force.

Internal forces are divided into two attributes: yin and yang.

The harmony of yin and yang can lead to immortality, which is also the reason why the life expectancy of ordinary people who practice martial arts is higher than that of ordinary people.

Positive internal force hurts people, and negative internal force cultivates and recuperates.

So, whether it's fighting with someone or getting injured, it can damage homeostasis. Ordinary people can't notice it, and they don't want to lose their internal strength to fight with people, but their life span is passing little by little.

However, martial artists are born in the world, as long as they want to pursue a higher realm and sharpen their martial arts, they are bound to fight and kill others, and the fact of injuring or injuring others is commonplace. As a result, although the life span of a warrior is higher than that of ordinary people, it is not so significant.

Li Wenshuo has some understanding of these yin and yang, but he doesn't know very well, at the moment, he only cares about saving people, and constantly sends the negative internal force in the body mixed with the innate temperament to the injured person's body, the injured person may get better, and his face is more and more ruddy, but his own face is even paler.

If there is something that cannot be cured, he whispers two words in his ear, and then he stretches out his hand and closes his eyes, and dies to blind his eyes, and to put them into the ground, and those who die here must be buried and erected a monument.

Although the barbarian army was damaged this time, it did not hurt the fundamentals, and its strength remained. It's just that Li Wenshuo really doesn't have the heart to think about this matter now. Since Ulaanbaatar is not dead, it will inevitably make a comeback.

After all, a man like him will only find a way to overcome difficulties when he encounters them, and he will be stronger later. After all, he only fought with Hu Bugui for a few moves, that is, he learned his tricks of snatching the blade with his empty hands, and now he is fighting Li Wenshuo, between life and death, he must have a lot of understanding.

And Li Wenshuo, even the broken teeth that have been used for many days have been broken.

Even he himself was a little embarrassed, the sword was destroyed, and his realm was still half a point, but he was a swordsman after all, and without the sword in his hand, he could only use eight points out of ten strength.

And Fang and Ulan Batel fought fiercely, and both sides had definitely taken out twelve points of strength, but they failed to defeat each other.

It's just that this broken tooth is different from the Qingshuang Sword in the past, although it is broken, but the dragon soul in the sword is not destroyed, go back to Zhuangzi to find the old man Ouye Demon and see if you can repair it. It's really not good, do you want to go to Daoist Zhang Zhang and learn the ability to turn everything into a sword?

Li Wenshuo shook his head, Luo Jiuyi had already stood behind him silently, his palm pressed on his vest, and a stream of heat flowed down her palm to Li Wenshuo's body.

The internal force of Buddhism is fierce and domineering against the enemy, with the power of King Kong, but it has an extremely gentle side when healing, rushing in the muscles and veins, making people feel extremely comfortable, and the ability to warm and nurture and dissolve congestion is not lost to the innate qi.

"The casualties this time are somewhat serious. ”

Lin Hua also stood up, the look in his eyes was a little dim, the flying glass was in the sheath, the green shirt was neat, but there was a faint sadness.

Li Wenshuo nodded, he walked around the crowd, there were still a few people in the city medicine hall who had not left, and they were also out of the city to help at this moment, and the situation was finally slowly controlled.

"There are only 308 people left in the 2,000 soldiers of Yehua City, only 1,200 cavalry of 3,000 iron cavalry in the border pass, half of them are wounded, and only 62 people are left in the city who are young and strong to come out of the city to help. ”

Before Li Wenshuo could speak, Lin Hua spoke it for him, and his tone was extremely flat: "There are still three hundred green shirts left." ”

"The seniors mourned. ”

Lin Hua shook his head and said, "I didn't force anyone to come here, they came here, they all came here voluntarily, and they died generously, no one needs to feel sorry for them, I am only proud of them." ”

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At this time, it was the time of sunset, the grassland was shrouded in golden silence, the distant mountains were clothed in the color of the sunset, and the clouds as white as cow's milk in the sky also became bright red as a fireband. The waves of grass had subsided, and the herds of cattle and sheep had come from the distant steppes, and only the herds of camels, which did not return at night, were still roaming by the lake near the willow forest.

The gorgeous yurt was covered with a large amount of golden cowhide skin, the heat of the summer sun could not penetrate it, and the cold wind in winter was also blocked from the thick fur, and the team of maids wore colorful brocade clothes and carried various food boxes to shuttle through it, and the smell of jade flowers was permeated all around.

The smoke was curling, and it was time for dinner.

The gentleman does not stand under the wall, this is what Tuoba Lie saw from the book of the Central Plains. He is the king of the steppe, and he thinks he is not a hypocritical gentleman, but he thinks this sentence is very reasonable.

When everyone thought he was still in Daliang City, he had already returned to the grassland royal court.

He was waiting for news from Ulaanbaatle.

In his eyes, Ulan Baatar is almost omnipotent, saying that if he goes to the Central Plains and captures Chang'an, he can command the world, and he expressed his approval and convincing as before, so Ulan Baatar has the power to send troops.

But he's not too young after all.

He had just passed the coming-of-age ceremony and married his first wife, the daughter of the Heavenly Wolf Department, with the softness of a Central Plains woman and the heroic spirit of a grassland daughter, he liked it very much.

The fly in the ointment is to be ill-intentioned and chew the root of his tongue in his ear all day long. He ignored all of this, but he no longer thought that Ulaanbaatar was really omnipotent as he was when he was a child.

He even felt that Ulaanbaatre's plan was too naïve and ridiculous.

Capture Chang'an City to control the Central Plains?

Even if Chang'an City is really captured, then if at that time, the emperor of the Central Plains happens to be no longer in the city, but goes somewhere else, then tens of thousands of elite horsemen, wouldn't they just pounce and die in that city?

However, fortunately, there are many remaining armies of the barbarians, after all, the forces of several major tribes are integrated, and they still have the strength to fight. Moreover, among the people taken by Ulan Baatar this time, there were few warriors from the Tuoba Department, otherwise, even if Batel was twice as powerful, he would not allow Ulan Baatar to go to the Central Plains.

According to his original idea, since he broke through Shayang Village, tens of thousands of troops would enter the pass, which would be enough to cover the front and back, block the supply line of Liyang to the north, kill tens of thousands more, and then capture one or even two big cities like Daliang City. At that time, even if he confronted Li Yang face-to-face, he would have the confidence to speak.

It's a big deal to retreat to the steppe.

He never forgot that the men of the steppe lived on horseback after all, and they chased the fertile pasture to migrate, even the king of the steppe was no exception.

The only thing that annoyed him was that his only relative in this world, his stupid sister, was caught by the Liyang people. In his heart, Tuoba Ying's status is almost second only to Ulan Batel.

How he wanted to get her back and kill all the Central Plains people who dared to anger him. It's just that he knows that it's almost impossible.

He could even think that one day, when the two sides were in a decisive battle, his enemies would push his sister to the front of the battle and persuade him to surrender, and he would certainly not agree to such a request in front of the people, in order to maintain the majesty of the king. He even drew his bow and arrows with his own hands and shot his sister, his only relative in the world.

Thinking of this, he had a headache.

Although he and his sister are not very familiar with each other, and there is not much affection between them, he still feels a little troublesome. Because his bow and arrow are always not practiced well, if he misses the shot, is it very embarrassing?