After all 16 Xiongnu were killed, the rain of arrows fell on the walls of Yanmen Pass.

Even though there were armor on the body and shields to protect them, there were still old soldiers from the Xiliu Camp falling down on Yanmen Pass.

Knowing that he and others were role models, the old soldiers in the Xiliu Camp never hummed even if they fell down.

When a wave of arrow rains passed, dozens of veterans from hundreds of wars could no longer stand up at Yanmen Pass.

Even if Wang Yu didn't want to see such sacrifices, it was inevitable. The war between races was never a harmonious house.

"The Huns are already on the verge of the city. The archer listens to my order and shoots upwards for a round of wind, strong wind."

"As the command of the sword and axe, the Huns began to attack the city and were ready to fight the bloodline warriors in close combat.

The shield soldier holds the shield and protects the shooter and then shoots and suppresses it.

All the young and strong under the city followed the orders, put on armor and prepared rolling stones and wood. "After avoiding the first round of arrow rain, Feng He, who had rich combat experience, immediately began to give orders loudly.

Hearing Feng He's orders, the Xiliu Camp archers who had been accustomed to war instantly stood up from the stack of arrows and seized the time to shoot the second arrow.

After shooting out the second arrow and completing his mission, all the shooters were indented into the protection of the shield hands, and with the help of the divine bow and arrow, he suppressed the Huns' shooters in all directions.

The civilians and the members of the vibrant organization, led by the old soldiers in Xiliuying, quickly passed the rolling stones and woods that had been prepared on the city wall.

Some obedient and honest civilians, led by the old soldiers, climbed the city wall to prepare to throw rolling stones and wood.

Although the tentative attack on the first day was also dangerous, compared with the elite Huns, the slaves and herdsmen in the small tribe who came to die on the first day were the best tools for practicing.

These best hand-training tools are naturally reserved for the most popular "good families".

Just as these "good sons" were tremblingly holding swords and guns in leather armor, ready to welcome the swords and swords from the Huns.

"Boom, boom, boom."

One after another, the Huns could not bear the sitting down Mali fell head-on onto the thick city wall of Yanmen Pass and hit a dead body.

Looking at the ridiculous scene in front of him, Wang Yu turned his head in confusion and looked at Feng He beside him: "Person Feng, from the beginning, I thought something was wrong with this group of Xiongnu. Our Yanmen Pass is located between two ridges, and the city wall is eight zhang high and three zhang thick. Aren't these Xiongnu people charging for all their strength, seeking death?"

Faced with Wang Yu's question, Feng He did not answer immediately. He first set up a shed with his hands and looked at the Huns camp not far away, and then looked at Wang Yu with a solemn face: "Sir, the Huns are afraid that this time they go south will win!

I wonder if you have just observed that the first group of blood warriors who came to rush to the formation are not young anymore.

The Huns, including their horses, were basically the elderly, weak, sick and disabled. The Hun nobles who were truly responsible for commanding them had never even entered the wide mouth between the two ridges.

This situation was seen by Xiaguan once fifteen years ago when he was serving in Xiliu Camp. The Huns were reducing their ranks."

"Reduce the Centre, what do you mean is the Huns consciously eliminating the old, weak, sick and disabled, so as to recover the food that should have been allocated to them, and then provide more resources to those young and strong Huns?" Wang Yu was not a stupid person. Feng He clicked a little and guessed the intention of the Huns.

It was not surprising that Wang Yu could accurately grasp the key points Feng He: "That's right, the Huns were using the method of reducing dynasties.

Fifteen years ago, there was a large locust plague on the grassland. In order to solve the food shortage caused by the locust plague, the current Xiongnu Khan Touman summoned nearly one million herders and slaves to go south.

At that time, due to food shortage, Touman used this method to reduce dying. The tasks of these old, weak, sick and disabled Huns were to seek death and consume the various materials and personnel energy we had as much as possible.

Fifteen years ago, a corpse slope was set up in front of Yanmen Pass on the flesh and blood of 100,000 elderly, weak, sick and disabled Huns.

On that day, all the living forces in Yanmen Pass were exhausted by the sea of ​​blood of the Huns. In one day, the natural dangerous pass of Yanmen Pass was broken. The lower official was assigned to the prefecture to send letters of help on the same day and was unable to die.

Yi Zhixie is naturally not comparable to the former Touman, but with his lonely trip, I am afraid that I will not fully enter Yanmen Pass if I don’t get into all the Yanmen Pass!”

Although Feng He had not finished speaking, Wang Yu had already understood what he meant.

Compared to Touman's big moves, Yi Zhixie seems a little tender, but since he used the method of reducing dynasties, it proves that he is determined to win Yanmen Pass.

The total number of soldiers and auxiliary soldiers in Yanmen Guanzhong was nearly 13,000, which was definitely not a small number.

However, in terms of number of the Huns in front of Yanmen Pass, there are currently only about ten times that in Yanmen Pass, one to ten. Even if there is a dangerous pass, Yanmen Pass is the only one that can be done in the Xiliu Camp.

Once Yi Zhixie made up his mind to fight Yanmen Pass, there were nearly 13,000 people in the Pass, and I am afraid that few of them would survive.

After knowing that Yi Zhixie would fight against Yanmen Pass to death, Wang Yu couldn't help but frown.

In his plan, Yi Zhixie, who was in front of Yanmen Pass, should retreat after the first snowfall.

He was a newcomer. Although he was not yet stable in his foothold, he could control some of his strength with the help of his predecessor, but he could not do it like an arm and finger, so he needed a victory to establish his prestige.

Yi Zhixie's southward journey was the stepping stone he decided. But now it seems that this stepping stone cannot be as he wants. As the King of Youguli of the Huns, how could Yi Zhixie let him control it like a puppet?

"Person Feng, although I have some courage, I am just a drop in the bucket in front of the army. In this way, I can only give up my face and ask Bingzhou Prefecture for help.

Before the support force of the state prefecture has arrived, I want you to guarantee that even if all the people in this pass are dead, the Yanmen Pass cannot be lost.

Although Fang Bo (Prince of the State) is not the same as me, he should be able to treat the Huns consistently.

Support from military and horses can be reached at Yanmen Pass one after another in the latest month, and I can guarantee that there will be no shortage of food, grass, weapons and weapons.

As for the masters who resist the Hun bloodline warriors, I can still make some moves without having to do it. Let me leave the bloodline warriors in the innate realm to deal with it!"

Wang Yu's words rekindled hope for Feng He's heart that was a little desperate just now. Yes, his Shangguan is different from the Shangguan in the past. He is the mainstay of the imperial court in the past.

Sometimes, even Bo Fang had to compromise with this Shangguan.

With him, as long as the officials of Bingzhou are of great reputation, they will never shirk responsibility as they did in the past in terms of material support.

Once the materials are guaranteed, the two million men on the land of Bingzhou are not all cowards. I am afraid that Yi Zhixie will really break up.

Moreover, if an adult has not deceived him, the top force he is most worried about does not need to be filled with human life.

Unexpectedly, the lord had the power to rival the innate realm warriors without saying a word!

The bloodline warriors in the innate realm are not a cat or a dog among the Huns. As for the news that Feng He found out, Yi Zhixie, the acquired realm warrior who can mobilize in the hands of King Youguli, is probably more than three digits, but the innate realm warriors who follow him are probably not even enough to have one hand.

There are only three innate blood warriors in Yizhixie's army that are known to be on the surface: Huhanye, the leader of the White Wolf Soldier under his command, and the shaman sent to him by the Huns' royal court, Lutazhi, the King of Donghu who swore allegiance to him.

It is rumored that Yi Zhixie also has the strength of the innate realm, but he just doesn't know whether it is true or not: "In this way, I'll trouble you, sir."

Just as Feng He was talking to Wang Yu, dozens of cable-style soft ladders were trampled on the bodies of their compatriots by the Huns and threw them onto the city wall of Yanmen Pass. Once the soft ladder with barbs was pulled up to the city wall, it was instantly locked.

Although this cable-style soft ladder looks shoddy and tight, its toughness is much stronger than that of soft ladders made of hemp ropes. Although ordinary swords and axes use all their strength to cut the axe, they cannot cut the soft ladder in a short time.

A large number of Huns climbed quickly along the soft ladder towards the city wall of Yanmen Pass.

The former civilians who were pulled up to the city wall, braved the rain of arrows from the Huns, picked up the rolling stones and wood on the city wall and smashed them up the Huns along the soft ladder.

In an instant, Sha Monk and blood filled the entire Yanmen Pass.

Some of the men who were in battle for the first time were inspired to be brave and tirelessly threw their roars towards the Huns who were climbing along the soft ladder.

Some were scared and their legs were unable to move.

If you are afraid of death, the more you will die.

The legs of the battlefield are still standing still. Even if there are shields to protect such scared men, they cannot escape the sniping of the Huns' snatcher.

Wang Yu has not only seen the scene of blood flowing into a river, but also created it himself.

But when he encountered this scene in the war, a silent irritability began to slowly linger in his heart.

He had been mentally prepared for the death of these soldiers at Yemen Close, but psychologically prepared, and really saw that these men who were respectful to him in the past died at the hands of the Huns, he still felt a little unbearable and shaken.

After all, he is still an individual.

People's emotions and six desires, and their joys, angers, sorrows and happiness are still affecting them.

Faced with the Shura field, which amplifies emotions like a war, even if his heart is no longer young, he cannot be as heart as iron.

Standing on the city wall, a faint aura began to surround Wang Yu. Just as the veins of his hand holding the knife were exposed and he was about to pull the knife out of the sheath, a sharp arrow cut through the sky and shot towards him.

The arrow came so quickly that even Wang Yu discovered his trajectory after it entered the observation range of his spiritual consciousness.

"The Legend of the Condor He! There is a Legend of the Condor He wants to murder the Lord." Feng He, who fought with the Huns, immediately recognized the identity of the owner who shot the arrow.

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Yu had just passed his energy and knew that Wang Yu had the strength of an innate realm warrior, Feng He would have wanted to die.

The Legend of the Condor Heroes is the strongest power that Yi Zhixie can master except for three innate bloodline warriors.

Every archer can threaten the lives of the innate realm warrior with the bow and arrow in his hand.

Fifteen years ago, Feng and his former immediate boss, his uncle, and Yanmen Captain Feng Tang, were a real innate warrior.

But under the restraint of two innate blood warriors, three The Legend of the Condor Heroes easily took his life with one round of shooting.

My old man's body, which was able to tear the tiger and leopard in the past, was not as strong as ordinary leather armor under the arrow of the Eagle.

Looking at the feather arrow that came to his eyes in the blink of an eye, Wang Yu pushed away a soldier who wanted to be a human shield in front of him, and easily grabbed the arrow that was only one foot away from his eyebrows.

In this scene, all the soldiers who looked at him were suddenly excited because of Feng He's shouting: their leader, the county magistrate of Yanmen County, was a strong man who could not even kill the Legend of the Condor, and after knowing that the person who had grasped his life was not a sheep, everyone in Yanmen Pass subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone knows that a soldier will be a bear, and a bear will be a bear.

With such a county magistrate who has put in a strong skill as the leader, they finally don’t have to turn a blind eye when they sleep, for fear that the county magistrate would be a slut. Because they were afraid of war, they secretly threw them and the big-headed soldiers at Yanmen Pass and ran for their own lives.

Wang Yu, who had always been accustomed to being domineering, weighed the heavy feather arrow in his hand, and followed the trajectory of the arrow and easily found the Legend of the Condor who attacked him.

It was impolite to come but not go back. With such a bow technique, he did not mean to take out a strong bow and fight back. He tapped the feather arrow in his hand with his fingers, and a faint magic power merged into the feather arrow. His wrist flipped over and left a trick in the feather arrow and threw the arrow back.

With Wang Yu's violent throwback and assisted by the small means among the arrows, the feather arrow rushed towards the monk's swordsman at a faster speed than before.

The Legend of the Condor Heroes, who had good eyesight, saw his target, and the Yanmen County Magistrate fought back, but he just smiled contemptuously.

Among the millions of Huns, there were less than 100 Legend of the Condor Heroes. One Zhou man actually wanted to throw an arrow out of the accurate head of the Legend of the Condor Heroes' shooting. In the words of the Zhou man, this is a dream.

Suddenly, the The Legend of the Condor who came to play with the cannon fodder on the front peak suddenly turned black. The arrow shot by him accidentally passed through his eyebrows, carrying his brain and blood into the rocks behind him.

As a cultivator in the real human realm, even if Wang Yu does not use Taoist techniques, his methods are definitely not something that ordinary people can guess.

Although he has not yet mastered the secrets of martial arts in these days, he has learned many ways to use his strength.

With the blessing of this body of Taoism and supernatural powers, it may be difficult for him to pretend to be a martial arts master in this world, but it is still easy to disguise himself as a warrior who can easily sweep the bloodline warriors of the innate realm.
Chapter completed!