The nine sides are bitter and cold. Before the breath of the Spring Festival was dissipated, it was shrouded in thick smoke, and the Bianwei camp directly entered a wartime state.

"General! Do you think the court will send someone here?"

Things happened suddenly in the Northland, and this time there was no sign of any sign, such as small-scale conflicts, or finding some high-sounding reasons.

In just one night, the tribes in the north seemed to go crazy and attacked the border defense line of Dakang. The guard camp was facing the strongest Oirats, and in less than a day they had caused huge damage.

Once the war begins, it is not a matter for one side. The Oirat attacks the city and the damage is even more serious. However, this time they are like chicken blood, fearless and are launching fierce offensives one after another.

The Bian Guard camp began to become stretched when facing the overwhelming attacks of the Ola. After the huge casualties, they faced unstable morale. It was this why Huang Tianfang, the chief general of the Bian Guard, had to submit a memorial service.

Not only that, the kings of Urianha and Chagatai, which had just been repaired a few years ago, also began to act in trouble. For a time, the Mangshan Camp and the Hetao Camp also entered a wartime state. Even if these two adjacent camps wanted to send troops to rescue, they became powerless.

"It must be. When I was fighting with the Supreme Emperor, he told me that every inch of mountain and river is like an inch of blood. Even if he dies here, he will not lose a single piece of land!"

"Ahem!"

Huang Tianfang coughed twice, his face twitched, and a hint of pain flashed. Just in the morning, he personally climbed the city wall and boosted his morale, but in a panic, he was shot on the shoulder by the Ola's bow and rider. Although he had been dealt with now, the heart-wrenching pain still broke out from time to time, causing him to sweat coldly.

"Khan! It's not a solution to continue attacking like this. Our children cannot withstand such consumption!"

"Yes! We cannot throw our children's precious lives on this useless city wall!"

"Yes, Khan, the battle loss ratio is too high now. Even if our children are not afraid of death, they cannot continue to fight like this. Even if they conquer the Biwei Pass, we may suffer heavy losses. What should we do to deal with the soldiers from other places in Dakang at that time!"

The leader of the Oirat was named Mahamu. He was a big man with a bearded face with a squid eyes and eyes. When he took off his cap felt, he showed a shiny top of his head, which was almost the same as the Grand Master, and had a Mediterranean hairstyle.

"What do you think of? We, Dakang, have been dealing with each other for many years. Huang Tianfang, who dared to shoot his wife to death, was squatting there. What's the fucking way?"

Speaking of this, everyone's mouths were not just tugging. Huang Tianfang was really not a personal thing. The last time they smuggled over a group of people and kidnapped his wife. They originally wanted some money! But Huang Tianfang didn't say anything and shot her to death with an arrow.

They had never seen such a cruel and ruthless person. Not only that, since then, whenever the Oirats appeared in the Acropolis, the guy lit the sky lantern. He never let any of them go, whether they were men or women, or old or young.

Faced with such ruthless people, they were really helpless. Even if they arrested some people from Dakang and rushed there, they might not have waited for the wide open city gate, but the cold rain of arrows.

The general who even shot his wife would not have a mutiny at all when the order was ordered to shoot the common soldiers. After all, for the sake of Acropolis and Dakang, the generals shot his wife, so what would they have to let him go?

"Ugantar, then if you have any good solutions, we can also follow them!"

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"Or why we send someone to assassinate him! As long as Huang Tian is released to death, the Acropolis will not be so indestructible!"

"You are farting. If it works, I'll send someone to assassinate you long ago. Not to mention us, even Dakang hasn't tried that method, but we are all sitting here now!"

"Khan is right. A person's power is indeed small when facing thousands of troops. Even if it is favored by the Heaven of Longevity, it would be a fantasy to assassinate him!"

"What's more, the situation no longer allows it, and our food and grass can no longer support that time."

Speaking of this, Mahamu felt ache. He didn't want to fight with his son's life. Instead of letting them lose their food and starve to death after losing their combat power, it would be better to let them make some contribution to the capture of that heroic pass.

This is actually the idea of ​​their Oirat tribe. The strong prey on the weak. Only the strong have the right to live. After every battle, not all people will die under the Acropolis. Some people with great luck and strength will live, and those people will be incorporated into a new force by him.

Which unit was given a new name by him, "Tu Kang'an!" means that all Da Kang will be killed to obtain permanent peace. Unless the soldiers are finished in this round, they will be sent to the battlefield again. Otherwise, they will face the lambs to be slaughtered in the hinterland of Da Kang.

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In the Acropolis, a blood-stained soldier limped to the wall with his long spear, sat down without saying a word, and almost fell asleep as soon as he sat down. He was too tired and even his body could not bear it even if he was hit by iron. Moreover, he was just a flesh and blood body!

In fact, there are more soldiers in the Guard who can't wait for the change of duty. They are iron-blooded men, proud and sometimes they don't change one knife, but one knife, two knife, three knife or even more. Faced with an endless attack, they will not stop the waving knife in their hands until they are dismembered by random knives.

This is one of the troops with the strictest military discipline and strongest combat effectiveness among the nine borders.

Looking at the sun rising from the horizon and the continuous Oirat enemy soldiers, they waved their steel swords and long swords again with some numbness.

Just after the third day of Oirat's attack, snowflakes floated in the north, which seemed to be a hero's elegy. Under the Acropolis, corpses were everywhere, blood flowing into a river. The white snowflakes were covered with white, and they could no longer tell which ones were the enemies and those of their comrades.

"My mother! Will my father come back?"

A family in the Acropolis, a child with a braid on the sky, was asking his mother in a daze when his father would be back.

The woman only said, "It's so soon." When she hugged her child, tears instantly blurred her eyes. Just yesterday, she received a thirty taels of pension from her neighbor's elder brother who joined the army with her husband. She knew that the pillar of the family would never come back.

But why did she speak to her own child? He is so young. This news is too cruel for him. Sometimes she would resent the general, the sergeant of the Acropolis, and the Dakang, why was it her husband who died?

But just in the morning, a strange soldier also sent thirty taels of silver to the neighbor. She knew that the amiable neighbor's elder brother would not come back.

She also heard that Huang Tianfang, the chief general of the Guard, was cut off by the enemy and survived by luck. At that moment, she realized that it was not that her husband was like that! But that all the guards were like that.

But even so, those who went to join the army to defend the city voluntarily did not withdraw from the group because they knew what their wives were facing on the day the city was destroyed!

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The old important border town that was once crowded has now turned into a meat grinder. In the past few days, nearly 100,000 people have been killed and injured on both sides.
Chapter completed!