Chapter 289: The Flame

The walls soon became a meat grinder.

We didn't even have time to clean up yesterday's corpses, and today there are new ones.

There is a gap in the city wall, which does not mean that it cannot be defended, but there are fewer tactics that can be used, and more hard power and courage are needed.

No matter how many people there are on the other side, how many can squeeze into the gap at the same time?

The weather is getting colder and colder, and the snow is getting heavier day by day. As long as we wait until the snow comes, the barbarians will retreat. They are also flesh and blood, and have tribes and families, so they cannot continue to stir things up here forever.

With this understanding, there will be endless courage.

No matter how exhausted we are, no matter how exhausted we are, hope is still there.

Huangfu Yongxian personally pressed on the mouth, thrust his spear straight out, and pierced the two barbarian warriors. With a huge swing, the bodies were smashed backwards, knocking over a battle formation.

Cui Yuanyong's sword was as bright as practice, and he was guarding Huangfu Yongxian, and he couldn't help but admire him in his heart.

I don’t know if I will still have such power when I am old.

As the legitimate son of an aristocratic family, it was difficult for Cui Yuanyong to empathize with the emotions of the frontier soldiers and what Huangfu Yongxian was thinking. In his opinion, even if the Hu people enter the pass, they will most likely have to compromise with the Cui family in order to quickly stabilize the world. As long as the flag is changed, Qinghe Cui will still be Qinghe Cui.

A flowing dynasty, an iron-clad family. Isn’t it the same with the Huangfu family? Why spell it like this...

The emperor doesn't care? Isn’t that great! There is no obstacle for us to become local emperors.

He came to the border to help with the defense, but in fact it was more about gaining experience in the battle formation. He wanted to be on the ranking list, this was a good place for training.

But over the past few months, Cui Yuanyong's heart has undergone subtle changes.

The friends who laughed and laughed and cursed while drinking and swearing together yesterday are now corpses on the city wall; the subordinates who respectfully call themselves Mr. Cui, Commander Cui, have changed one after another in the past few months, with young faces like a revolving door. The ones rotate in front of you.

There is a kind of numbness, life and death become very indifferent.

But there is also a kind of blood burning in my heart.

It was as if his own blood had been poured into this Guancheng along with them. Every brick and stone here was not bricks and stones, but flesh and blood. Friends’, subordinates’, and one’s own hard work and soul.

That is something that people who have experienced in the world of martial arts cannot experience, the heart of dying with the city.

I am here, Guancheng is here.

Cui Yuanyong finally understood Huangfu Yongxian. Letting such a person give up is even more uncomfortable than killing him.

Then don't give up.

My father said he couldn't do anything and retreated to Qinghe... I'm sorry, I can't do it.

"Cang!" Not far away, several spears poked at Situ Xiao's body, making a sound of gold and iron.

Situ Xiao smiled toothily, swept the heavy sword, and his head flew up.

Cui Yuanyong was a little envious of this invulnerable Heng Lian. It was so convenient in this kind of battle formation. Others had to wear armor. It was cumbersome and inconvenient but he was not fully protected. People like Situ Xiao had more room to display here than he did.

However, it can also overturn, and it is easy to bully ordinary soldiers. Once the opponent is a master, it will be easily broken.

"Brother Situ, be careful!" Cui Yuanyong fired a flying star and stabbed a sneak attacker in the throat.

Situ Xiao turned around and smiled: "Thank you. I didn't want to join the knight camp, but I just didn't want to see the face of the son of aristocratic family worth 258,000 yuan. I didn't expect that you are really good, better than Wang Zhaoling."

Cui Yuanyong said helplessly: "How long have we been talking about this?"

"What I mean by this is that if you withdraw, I won't laugh at you. There is no reason for Qinghe Cui's legitimate son to die here."

"Why can't Qinghe Cui's direct son die here?" Cui Yuanyong asked strangely: "Does the direct descendant of Shenhuang Sect want to leave?"

Situ smiled and said: "We are just martial artists. We can get drunk today if we have wine. There are many people who can inherit the Shenhuang Sect, including me."

Cui Yuanyong stabbed the enemy in front of him in the throat with his sword and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, so do I."

Situ Xiao looked up to the sky and laughed: "Then if you don't say any unlucky words, none of us will die."

Damn it, who said the bad words first? Cui Yuanyong said angrily: "Why do you think you won't die?"

Situ smiled and said: "It's nothing, just cheer up. Anyway, as long as you and I don't die this time, we will be on the list. I don't believe that Xue Canghai and his ilk have such experience."

"Grass." Cui Yuanyong raised his head and looked at the endless sea of ​​people, feeling that he was really going to die.

A thought suddenly occurred to him: Zhao Changhe had been behind enemy lines for so long, and he had flashed the Book of Troubled Times before, and then disappeared silently, and the intelligence network here had lost track of his whereabouts.

Could he be dead? Oh no, when Qianlong falls, the book of troubled times should also flash. If it doesn't flash, it means it's not dead.

I don’t know what kind of fish he is fishing for.

I don’t even know if I or Zhao Changhe died, which one would make my sister more sad.

"General!" Someone not far away hurriedly reported to Huangfu Yongxian: "There is smoke and dust in the far northwest, and it is suspected that the War Lion tribe is approaching."

Huangfu Yongxian knocked down a barbarian with a spear, and his expression changed slightly: "Here we are finally..."

Cui Yuanyong and others who heard it looked very ugly.

There was still hope of surviving the snowy weather... But if this new force comes again, I'm afraid I really won't be able to withstand it...

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Hu people's golden tent.

Timur stood behind the formation, overlooking the battle situation on the city wall.

Xia Jun was obviously out of ammunition and food. In the past, boiling oil was poured down, but now there is no oil, and he is relying solely on flesh and blood to carry him.

But they can't get in. A veteran like Huangfu Yongxian has almost no loopholes in the defensive arrangement, and is harder to chew than a tortoise. If we delay for a few more days, the people on our side will also disperse.

Many subordinates and tribesmen did not understand why he was unwilling to take action himself and rush in to take off Huangfu Yongxian's head.

But he knew it was impossible.

It was not that Xia Longyuan would be restrained as others imagined. Timur knew that Xia Longyuan was still in the capital and he would not teleport.

It was just that some holes could not be opened... Today, you, the Tianbang, could rush into the battle array and kill the main general. Tomorrow, Xia Longyuan would dare to roam the grassland and kill anyone he saw, turning the entire grassland into a sea of ​​blood.

Even if Yue Hongling was roaming behind, how many people could not catch him, what if it was Xia Longyuan?

At this level, everyone must follow a certain range of tacit understanding.

Timur really admired Maitreya. Xia Longyuan would not have a tacit understanding with Maitreya about the internal strife. How dare he... Even the Wang family did not dare.

As a result, Xia Longyuan really did not move, which was strange.

Timur's eyes were more on Cui Yuanyong, Situ Xiao and others, with a sigh in his eyes.

The hidden dragon in the Middle Earth is like this, and his fate is not over.

Although there are actually very few people who deserve praise... after all, there are some.

As long as there are still people, the spirit will not dissipate.

But unfortunately, they are few in number after all... The gap in the city wall is a typical sign that they can't hold on any longer.

Timur observed for a long time and raised his hand slightly: "Let the Vulture Tribe press on."

At this moment, someone came to report: "The War Lion Tribe is approaching in the northwest, saying that they are coming to support."

Timur was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly: "The envoys I sent to the War Lion Tribe haven't come back yet, and they came by themselves? How many troops?"

The soldier said: "It is estimated that there are 70,000 or 80,000 people."

70,000 or 80,000 people are far from the Golden Horde in absolute strength, but at this moment, it is an extremely fatal variable.

Let alone 70,000 or 80,000, even 10,000 or 20,000 can give people a headache, and 70,000 or 80,000 can be fatal.

"Batu must pass through Huangshaji when he comes here. Why didn't Ubaru send a message? Batu came so abruptly!"

No one could answer the Khan's question.

Someone said carefully: "If Batu bypasses Huangshaji, General Ubalu will definitely find something wrong. Now we should lead the crowd to chase him from behind..."

"Let the Vulture Tribe turn to the flank and line up in the northwest." Timur stood up suddenly: "No matter what Batu is here for, and no matter whether Ubalu comes to attack, we must not be careless. Mr. Bo..."

He turned to a shaman in the tent, his face solemn: "This is a time of war with the Nanman. If there is an internal strife, it is no longer a regular tribal dispute. Will the temple intervene?"

The shaman stood up and saluted: "Khan, please be patient. How can Batu have the courage to cause trouble? Most likely he is here to participate in the war. Let me meet Batu and confirm his purpose."