Chapter 289 Fire
The city walls soon became a meat grinder.
We didn’t even have time to clean up yesterday’s corpses, and today there are new ones.
Just because there is a gap in the city wall, it does not mean that it cannot be defended. It just means that 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 of ammunition and food, there is still hope.
Huangfu Yongxian personally held the blow, thrust out his spear, and pierced the two barbarian warriors across each other. He swung the corpses backwards with great force, knocking over a battle formation.
Cui Yuanyong's sword was as bright as a drill, and he was guarding Huangfu Yongxian. He couldn't help but admire him in his heart.
I don’t know if I will still have such power in my old age.
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 customs, 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 dynasty of flowing water, a family of iron and steel. 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, saying that he was helping with defense, but in fact it was more about gaining experience in the battle formation. He wanted to be on the ranking list, which was a good place for training.
But over the past few months, Cui Yuanyong's heart has undergone subtle changes.
Friends who laughed and laughed and cursed while drinking together yesterday are now corpses on the city wall; 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, and life and death become very indifferent.
But there is also a kind of blood burning in the heart.
It was as if his own blood had been poured into this city 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 cannot be experienced through experience in the martial arts world, the heart of dying with the city.
I am here, and Guancheng is there.
Cui Yuanyong finally understood Huangfu Yongxian. Letting such a person give up is even more uncomfortable than killing him.
Then don’t give up.
Father said it was impossible to do, so he withdrew to Qinghe...I'm sorry, I can't do it.
“Dang!” 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, which was cumbersome and inconvenient but he was not fully protected. People like Situ Xiao had more room to play here than he did.
But it can also overturn. 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 a noble family member worth 258,000 yuan. I didn't expect you to be 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 unlucky words first? Cui Yuanyong said angrily: "Why do you think you won't die?"
“Grass.” Cui Yuanyong raised his head and looked at the endless sea of people, feeling that he was really going to die.
He suddenly had an idea: 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.
with me and Zhao Changhe?
"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 that we could survive the snow... But if this new force comes again, I'm afraid we really won't be able to withstand it...
…
The barbarian’s golden tent.
Timur stood behind the formation, overlooking the battle situation on the city wall.
Xia Jun obviously ran out of ammunition and food. In the past, boiling oil was poured down, but now there is no oil, and he relies solely on flesh and blood to carry him.
But they couldn't get in either. A veteran like Huangfu Yongxian had almost no loopholes in his defensive arrangement and was 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 they refused to take action personally, so they rushed in and picked off Huangfu Yongxian's head.
But he knew it couldn't be done.
It's not that Xia Longyuan will be restrained in other people's imagination. Timur doesn't know. Xia Longyuan is still in the capital, and he won't teleport.
It's just that some openings cannot be opened... Today you Tianbang can break into the battle formation and kill the general, but tomorrow Xia Longyuan will dare to cross the grassland and kill whoever he sees, dyeing the entire grassland into a sea of blood.
How many people can't catch even Yue Hongling behind him? What if it's Xia Longyuan?
At this level, everyone must follow a certain range of tacit understanding.
Timur really admires the Maitreya sect. Xia Longyuan will not have a tacit agreement with Maitreya regarding civil strife. How dare he...even the Wang family dare not.
In the end, Xia Longyuan really didn't move, which was strange.
Timur’s eyes fell 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 its energy is not exhausted.
Although there are actually very few people who are worthy of praise...after all, there are some.
As long as there is still qi, the qi will not dissipate.
But it's a pity that they are few in number after all... The breach in the city wall is a typical sign that they can no longer withstand it.
Timur observed for a long time and raised his hand slightly: "Let the vulture tribe press on."
At this time, someone came to report: "The War Lion tribe is approaching from 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 even returned yet, and they came on their own? How many soldiers and horses?"
The soldier said: "It is estimated that there are 70,000 to 80,000 people."
With seven to eighty thousand people, there is a long way to go in terms of absolute strength compared to the Golden Horde, but at this moment, it is an extremely fatal variable.
Let alone 70,000 to 80,000 yuan, even 10,000 to 20,000 yuan can give people a headache, and 70,000 to 80,000 yuan can be fatal.
“When Batu comes here, he must pass through Huangshaji. Why didn’t Ubalu send a message? How come Batu came so unexpectedly!”
No one can answer the question of the Great Khan.
Someone said cautiously: "If Batu bypasses Huangshaji, General Ubalu will definitely find something wrong. At this time, he should lead his troops to pursue his rear..."
“Let the vulture tribe turn to the flanks and form a formation in the northwest.” Timur suddenly stood up: “No matter what Batu is here for, and whether Ubalu comes to attack from a flank, don’t be careless. Mr. Bo...”
He turned to a shaman in the tent with a solemn expression: "This is a time of war with the Southern Barbarians. If there is civil strife, is it no longer a regular tribal dispute and the temple will not care about it?"
The shaman stood up and saluted: "Great Khan, please be patient. How can Batu have the courage to cause trouble? Most likely he is here to join the war. Let me go to see Batu and confirm my intention."
(End of this chapter)