Mo Yanhe, who was stationed in the Holy City, was in a huge panic. His news channel from Helin was completely isolated. Tens of thousands of armed bandits were active between the white waters of the Black Mountains and the white waters, blocking all the passages to Helin. Even if he sent the most elite men to disguise themselves in order to sneak out secretly, it was like a meat bun to beat a dog, never returning. Outside the Holy City, it seemed that there was a large and airtight net that wrapped him tighter and tighter.

There are ten thousand palace guards stationed in the holy city, but now their range of activities is limited to more than ten miles around the holy city. Once a small group of troops stays away from the holy city, they will be subjected to endless attacks and harassment. As time goes by, such uninterrupted and endless attacks are becoming more and more common. Mo Yanhe witnessed tens of thousands of bandits rushing towards the holy city from all directions. Although the opponent's actions this time were more like a demonstration rather than a siege, it still put Mo Yanhe under great pressure.

The Holy City is a holy land of the Donghu people, and it is not allowed to be lost. Over the past year, he has successively lost nearly two thousand palace guards. In Mo Yanhe's opinion, these palace guards with strong combat capabilities are too unworthy of death. They were all ambushed while on duty and died in the hands of the enemy.

After the Donghu people controlled the entire Liaodong Peninsula, most of the Donghu people had moved from this poor black mountain and white water to a richer area. There were very few Donghu people left in the holy city, and most of them were the families of the palace guards who were left here. Although there was sufficient food and grass and the military supplies were piled up like mountains, insufficient troops became Mo Yanhe's most headache now.

With the loss of troops, he had already incorporated all Donghu people over fifteen years old and under sixty years old in the Holy City into the army. Although the joining of these people has supplemented the Gong Guards in terms of number, it undoubtedly reduced the combat effectiveness and execution of the entire army.

There has been no news from Helin for a long time, and this is the worst news. This only shows one thing. Helin can no longer maintain the communication channel with the Holy City. There are tens of thousands of bandits active here. On the other end of Helin, such a situation can only show one thing. Helin is surrounded.

Mo Yanhe didn't know how long he could hold on if he lost his heart. No matter how much food and military supplies were in the city, it would be exhausted. When such a small number of soldiers came to attack in large numbers, one would be missing.

He fell into despair.

Mo Yanhe, who was already making the final preparations, received good news today. An envoy from Helin went through a lot of hardships and broke through the encirclement of the bandits. He was dressed in tattered clothes and covered in scars.

"General Mo Yanhe, my companions, died in the hands of the bandits in order to cover me." The messenger burst into tears, "The king's orders and tokens we carried fell into their hands. Only I, by chance, escaped a life."

"How are you doing with Lin, how are you doing with the king?" Mo Yanhe didn't care about these things. He grabbed the scarred messenger with one hand and asked anxiously.

The messenger burst into tears. This was not a pretentiousness, but a true expression of temperament. Because Donghu was really over, the messenger's tears dispelled Mo Yanhe's last doubts. With the messenger's intermittent statement, Mo Yanhe finally figured out the current situation outside.

The Battle of Yulin ended with the complete defeat of King Thorp. Under the Liaoning Acropolis, Yuwen Ke, the troops here have become the last essence of Donghu.

Mo Yanhe was stunned and sat on the chair with a loud bang. After a while, he stood up suddenly, "I want to lead the army to Helin and fight to the death with the Eastern Army."

"General!" the envoy shouted, "I can't go. Now, tens of thousands of Eastern Army soldiers are besieging the east from all directions outside Helin City. Not to mention whether the general can go out, even if helin is in Helin, it will be difficult to save the defeat and only increase casualties. Even the last little vitality of our Donghu people will be lost. The king has his life. Please ask General Mo Yanhe to guard the holy city and leave the last little seed for Donghu!"

"The King said?" Mo Yanhe looked at the messenger with a little dullness.

"The king ordered General Gao Che to bring the last group of combat-capable soldiers of Helin, escort Prince Soetu, break out, and run towards the holy city. As long as Prince Soetu can safely arrive at the holy city, our Donghu will still have hope!" said the envoy.

"Gaoche? Didn't he support Liaoning Guards? Why did Yuwen Ke and Kirgiz die in battle, and he is still there?" Mo Yanhe asked in confusion.

"General Gaoche was ordered to station in Jiepukou. Later, the situation was over. General Gaoche led the remaining army and fought to break through the encirclement and return to Helin. However, more than 10,000 troops were left. As soon as he arrived outside Helin City, the king sent someone to send the little prince Soetu and ordered General Gaoche to return to the holy city immediately. The king said that Suetu was the new king, and General Mo Yanyan was the first auxiliary minister, and General Gaoche was the second auxiliary, assisting Prince Soetu, lying on firewood and tasting gall, and trying to make a comeback." The envoy said.

Mo Yanhe stood up, "Where is the high car now?"

"When returning to General Mo Yanhe, General Gaoche has now arrived at a location more than fifty miles away from the Holy City. Because the Eastern Army behind the army pursued relentlessly, there were bandits in front of him blocking the road, and they fought hard all the way. The villain now doesn't know where General Gaoche has been?" The messenger said.

"Come!" Mo Yanhe stood up, "Transfer the order to Pinto, and immediately ask him to lead the three thousand palace guards out of the city to welcome the prince Soetu and Gaoche."

He looked at the messenger, who said to himself, "The villain is willing to be the leader."

"Okay, thank you for your hard work, but now is really not the time to rest."

At the entrance of Qipanshan Gorge, tens of thousands of bandits were launching a crazy attack from all directions to the Donghu army at the entrance of the gorge. At the narrow entrance, rows of armour and sharp swords and guns were obviously elite troops of bandits, blocking the gorge and responding to wave after wave of attacks by the Donghu cavalry. Around the surroundings, more bandits without clothes were shouting frantically to form a group of Donghu soldiers. The formation of the Donghu people had been compressed to a small enough, but the gorge was still under the control of the bandits.

Under the flag, Gao Che looked at his subordinates who had fallen down with heartache, and said to Helanxiong beside him dissatisfiedly: "Commander Helan, these are the people who are determined to follow me to join the governor. It is not worth dying like this!"

Helanxiong smiled, "The play must be done in full, and Mo Yanhe must believe you completely, then these sacrifices are worth it. General Gaoche, Ye Feng has already said before, how many people you die, how many people we will make up for you, and you will never damage your strength."

Listening to Helanxiong's words, Gao Che couldn't help but say, "Is the person you supply me still my people?" But now that's it, what else can he say?

"Will Mo Yanhe send someone to pick him up?" He was a little nervous.

"Of course, don't forget that Soetu is here with you!" Helanxiong smiled and looked at Gaoche's back, a Donghu Xiaowang Soetu who was tied firmly to his back with a strap and was sleeping all the time.

At the same time, at the top of the Qipan Mountain, Mu Gulu looked at Niu Teng beside him in dissatisfaction, "General Niu, these soldiers blocking the gorge are all elites I have trained hard. Isn't it worth dying in vain!"

"There is nothing unworthy!" The smile on Niu Teng's face was no different from that of Helanxiong. "This is a key step for us to take down the Holy City of Donghu. I would rather die more people here than make any mistakes. You must know that if you cannot gain Mo Yanhe's trust and attack the Holy City, more people will die."

Mu Gulu didn't say anything, glanced at Niu Teng and thought to himself, this is not a way for your army to fight against the East Army to weaken my confidants. Unlike Agu Huaien and Gaoche, Mu Gulu is an ambitious person. At this time, seeing his troops fall down one by one under the attack of the Gaoche Cavalry, it represents his efforts and is weakened a little, but he has no choice, because he clearly knows that among these tens of thousands of bandits, the power controlled by the East Army Supervision Office is far greater than that of him, and that those who are standing by himself and Niu Teng are almost all of them are strong powers from the Supervision Office. As long as he shows a slightly dissatisfied expression, he is afraid that he will immediately attract unexpected results.

"Here, the Gong Gu Lu is here!" Mu Gu Lu suddenly pointed to the distance and shouted. The arrival of the Gong Gu Jun means that their mission has been completed. Next,.

Niu Teng looked at him with a smile, "Well, it's true, Mu Gulu can blow the trumpet and let the brothers retreat, but the next task is still very heavy. We must chase them to the holy city."

Dozens of ox horns sounded at the same time, which was the order to retreat. The bandits who had been desperately attacking the Gaoche army suddenly spread out to all directions, spread their feet and moved around. At this time, the sound of horse hooves of the palace guards were coming overwhelmingly.

"It's our turn!" Helanxiong pulled out the scimitar from his waist and looked at Gaoche with a smile, "General Gaoche, let's attack, meet the palace guards, let's go to the holy city and visit Mo Yanhe."

Gao Che looked at the Gong Weijun who was rushing in the distance with a complicated expression, and also drew out his scimitar and shouted loudly: "Go ahead, meet the Gong Weijun, and we will go to the Holy City."

Pingtuo led the three thousand palace guards, like a tiger going down the mountain, dispersing the surrounding bandits and gathering with the high carriages breaking out from the front.

"Gaoche, where is the prince?" Pingto asked loudly, and then he saw Soetu tied to Gaoche's back, and his face changed, "What's wrong with the little prince?"

"The little prince is fine. Gaoche doesn't want the little prince to see such a dangerous scene, so he lets him sleep for a while and will wake up soon."

"We will go, and we will soon be in the Holy City. It will be troublesome if these bandits get involved!" Pingto said loudly: "I will open the way, you can follow closely."

Leaving this sentence, Pingtu turned his horse's head and headed to the lead, without knowing that the one who led the way was a group of killing gods. (To be continued...)r1292
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