It was late at night, and there was darkness between the sky and the earth. The bitter cold wind from outside Yanmen Pass roared, slapped on the armored iron leaves of Lu Yao, the leader of the Bingzhou army, for many years. Although he had left his hometown with warm and humid climate, Lu Yao was still not very adapted to the cold climate in the north. He couldn't help but shiver and rub his stiff face hard.

The fierce attack and defense of a day and night caused many damage to the village wall, and the sand and soil collapsed to form gaps. The Jin army rushed to build wooden fences to block the gaps from the evening, and then filled the soil and tamp it after the wooden fence. Everyone knew that if the village wall consolidated, they would have more hope of survival, so they did not dare to neglect this work at all. The Hu people kept sending elite small troops to harass the efforts of the Jin army, and even tried to break into the village through these gaps. The two sides fought and stopped and tangled until midnight.

Just now, Lu Yao finally led the soldiers to install the last section of the wooden fence, and during this period, he repelled two waves of harassment from the Hu people, leaving dozens of corpses inside and outside the village wall. At this moment, he patrols the village wall again, guarding against any possible omissions.

Several soldiers followed Lu Yao and checked the newly added corpses on the wall along the way. As long as they found that they were from the Huns, they would make a deep blow to the throat. The Huns were fierce by nature, even if they were seriously injured and fainted, they still went into battle after they woke up. A violent Huns suddenly jumped out of the dead and killed all directions. This happened many times. The Jin army's countermeasures were very simple: after the battle, they would all be finished to eliminate future troubles.

Sure enough, this time I encountered the same thing. A "corpse" of the Huns at the corner suddenly jumped up and swung a short knife toward Lu Yao who was facing his back. As an officer, Lu Yao's armor and uniform were different from ordinary soldiers. The Huns had undoubtedly planned for a long time, not only had their standards but also had extremely rapid movements.

Hearing the wind blowing behind his head, Lu Yao turned around quickly. Even though he was quick in his eyes and hands, he had only had time to hold the enemy's palm and hilt, but was pushed by the force that rushed towards him, and he staggered for a few steps. With a thud on his back, he hit the mercedes. The Huns pressed almost the weight of their entire body against the hilt, and the sharp tip of the knife was only about an inch away from Lu Yao's heart.

Lu Yao's expression remained unchanged at all. He pressed against the deadly short knife and exerted force with his five fingers. The Hu man's thick palm made a sound of a tooth-sourcing fracture, which was twisted immediately. Lu Yao then turned the short knife around and stabbed it hard into the Hu man's chest, completely shattering it.

The Hu man's eyes widened suddenly, his limbs struggled a few times, and stopped moving.

Lu Yao pushed the Hu people away with disgust and stood up straight to tidy up their scattered outer robe. Only then did the soldiers react and rushed to rescue them. They cursed and slashed the Hu people's throat several times. Even if this guy had three lives, he would die, so he could not die again.

Lu Yao himself did not feel any tension of dying and resurrection. He ignored the admiring eyes of the soldiers and looked at the mountains in the distance. The dark night sky and the rolling mountains were difficult to distinguish. I believe that countless ferocious Huns were hiding in it and staring at this small village.

Maybe he really wants to die here! Lu Yao smiled bitterly, and subconsciously pinched the metacarpal bone of his left hand with his right hand until the bones made a "grand" sound.

It's a bit strange. Lu Yao felt that he was different from others since he was a child, and he couldn't help but have a strong premonition that "Heaven will give great responsibilities to others." Because of this bad habit, he suffered a lot and suffered a lot of losses, but he always stubbornly felt that his thoughts were not wrong. Now, he finally reached a desperate situation, but this idea not only did not dissipate, but it became stronger.

Thinking about random things! Thinking about random things! Lu Yao shook his head and drove strange ideas out of his mind.

Alas... What did I do in my life for more than twenty years? If you recall it carefully, it seemed that there was nothing to say, but I was just wandering around in a daze with the rise and fall of fate. Well, this meaningless life, so what if it reaches the end! Lu Yao sighed and walked down the wall of the village.

This is an unknown ancient city. The village is built against the mountain, and the steep cliffs are used as a barrier at the rear. It is very steep. The walls are made of fine loess plates. It is estimated that some time has been put into the past. The village has been abandoned for a long time. There is no resident in the village, and there are thorns and weeds everywhere. Most of the buildings have collapsed and destroyed, and only some crooked earth walls can barely resist the cold wind.

Lu Yao rubbed his almost frozen hands hard and walked around a wall of earth. In the corner behind the wall, which was just enough to shelter the wind, there was a small bonfire that was about to be extinguished. Several people who were squatting or sitting by the bonfire saw Lu Yao approaching and stood up one after another.

Lu Yao rushed forward and helped the middle-aged scholar who was about to stand up back to his original place, and found a slightly clean floor and sat cross-legged. The middle-aged scholar had a clear face and elegant eyebrows, but at this moment half of his body was covered with white cloth, and his robe was stained with many blood stains. The sword that had broken a few gaps was inserted diagonally on his waist, looking like he was fighting after a bloody battle.

"Master of the Army, I didn't expect that we would have fallen to this point!" The middle-aged scholar looked at Lu Yao for a while, and sighed with great heartache.

Lu Yao just silently put his hands close to the bonfire to bake, and did not speak. The middle-aged scholar named Yang Yi, whose courtesy name was Youze, was appointed as the Central Army and joined the army. He was one of the staff members of the general Nie Xuan, who was the general of the commander of the army. The army was defeated and even now everyone was in a desperate situation, which may not be without his responsibility. If Lu Yao's original intention was to scold Yang Yi, he would be happy before he could be happy. However, the ups and downs of life over the years have made Lu Yao particularly good at covering up his true thoughts. Under the reflection of the flames, his eyebrows and eyes were filled with respect, and there was no expression.

But others may not be as easy to cultivate as Lu Yao.

An officer who was standing alone in the wind said coldly: "The court launched tens of thousands of elite troops to eliminate the exhausted Xiongnu army this time. He should have the chance of winning. However, Nie Xuan, the general of Jizhai, who was the governor of the front, was arrogant and arrogant. He advanced quickly. He won a few games along the way and issued more than ten notices of the war documents, but he didn't know that he had already fallen into the ambush of the Hu people. Why did we fall to this point? Did Yang join the army still think of the reason?" These words were harsh. He stepped in front of Yang Yi, and the leaping flames reflected on his left half of his face. There was only a blood hole left in the position of his eyes, which made people shudder.

This person is Wang Wei, the subordinate of Chen Yong, the captain of Yueqi, and Suli is extremely strong-willed. Chen Yong's troops can be said to have died indirectly because Nie Xuan's act of underestimating the enemy and advancing. He naturally hated Yang Yi, who was Nie Xuan's adviser.

The blood-stained face of Wang Wei's bearded and halberd was approaching his eyes. Yang Yi couldn't help but look pale, but he did not give in: "General Nie is not trying to compete for merit? He just knew that Chen was stupid and incompetent and could not stand a battle, so he had to do this!"

"Fart!" Wang Wei cursed angrily.

Yang Yi ignored it and continued: "If Chen Yong hadn't made a move in the battle, how could the Hu people have any chance? In my opinion, Chen Yong, a villain who is as afraid of the enemy as a tiger, is the culprit!"

Wang Wei couldn't help but be furious and knocked Yang Yi over to the ground with a blow from his chest: "Rat, do you think I dare not kill you?"

Yang Yi suddenly fell to the ground, and bleeding immediately oozed from the bandage. He was much tougher than ordinary scholars. He gritted his teeth and refused to exhale the pain, and sneered: "Old man, of course you can kill me, but you can just be reincarnated one day!" It turned out that Yang Yi believed in the Futu Sect from the Tianzhu Kingdom of the Western Regions. The Futu Sect promoted the "Six Paths of Reincarnation" theory: After death, the soul will never be destroyed. According to the good and evil before life and the depth of practice, it will rise and fall in the three worlds and six paths, and reincarnate again and again. His implication is clearly that it is no difference to die early or late to this point. Once the city is broken tomorrow, with the cruelty of the Hu people, it will definitely be a chicken or dog to stay.

Wang Wei couldn't help but feel frustrated, turned his head and sat back on the spot, never looking at Yang Yi again. The originally solemn and solemn atmosphere at the scene seemed even more depressed.

"This place is not far from Huguan... Maybe reinforcements will come to rescue us tomorrow..." Another officer, Chen Yiqiang, cheered up. The others glanced at him, but no one spoke. The Japanese man still had 10,000 soldiers in Huguan. If he had intended to receive the defeated soldiers, he had already been dispatched. How could they still fall into such a desperate situation? Although Chen Yi encouraged everyone, everyone sighed depressedly and fell completely into pessimism and despair.

"It is not realistic to expect reinforcements. Almost all the main forces of the Bingzhou Army have fought this time. The troops left by Shangdang are all the old foundation of the King of the East and the real direct troops. Is General Chen aware of what kind of character the King of the East and West? There is no need to expect it." Lu Yao looked at the expressions of everyone and continued to cheer up: "But if there is no hope, it may not be."

"Oh?" A burly man suddenly sat up next to the fire. This man was the military leader Xue Tong.

Xue Tong's figure is much taller than that of ordinary people, and her arms are wide and round waist, and she is as powerful as a door god. His armor is covered with blood, which looks very ferocious at first glance.

Three days ago, the bloody battle of Daling, the Jin army collapsed layer by layer, and countless defeated wolves rushed to the ground. Only a very small number of troops could maintain the team's integrity, and Lu Yao's troops were one of them. They avoided the large Xiongnu troops in a roundabout way, and quickly wiped out the smaller ones. During this period, they successively absorbed several Jin troops led by Xue Tong, Wang Wei, Yang Yi and others, and broke through several enemy troops' tail chases and blocked them, and quickly retreated east along the Zhuozhang River.

Unfortunately, the Hu army was dominated by cavalry. Even if the Jin army was running through the mountains almost sleeplessly, they could not completely throw away the pursuers. The two armies fought for several days, and the Jin army had to retreat into the abandoned city to defend. The Huns then surrounded the village and attacked from all directions. The extremely fierce offensive and defensive battle lasted for a whole day. The number of Jin troops in the village decreased from more than a thousand to less than six hundred, and the rest were injured.

Although Xue Tong was a brave general who led the way on the battlefield, when facing such a desperate situation, he still had hundreds of thoughts in his heart. When he raised his eyes, he saw Lu Yao sitting cross-legged, calm and composed, which was nothing different from ordinary.

"What are the tricks for Daoming?" Xue Tong asked loudly.

Lu Yao stared at the fire and said slowly: "The only thing we can rely on at this time is courage, and there is no clever plan."

He gritted his teeth and continued: "The Huns won the decisive battle, and chased the troops like driving pigs and sheep. He thought he would never be able to fight again. This is the so-called arrogant soldier. Since the enemy was ordered to pursue him three days ago, he has been running for hundreds of miles and has experienced more than 60 hard battles. This is the so-called exhausted soldier. The arrogant soldiers are both exhausted. Although there are many soldiers, we may have a chance! Tonight we will choose one hundred elite soldiers to eat and drink and have a good rest. To fight tomorrow, we will defend the city for half a day first. When the enemy's anger is a little frustrated, I will personally lead a hundred warriors to attack the enemy camp and defeat them in one fell swoop!"

He glanced at the generals around him: "What do you think?"

The generals looked at each other and were speechless for a while. Chen Yi coughed a few times and said, "This plan is too dangerous! It's too dangerous! It's better to stick to the waiting for help."

Before he finished speaking, Xue Tong grabbed Chen Yi's skeleton and exerted force, pushing him far away. Chen Yi fell to the ground without standing, grinning his teeth and cracking his mouth in pain, but he did not dare to argue forward.

Xue Tong stood beside Lu Yao, looking at the others with bright eyes: "The current situation is to defend to death, it is better to take a risk than to defend to death. I once heard from the art of war that one person is afraid of thousands of men, let alone a hundred warriors who swear to death? General Lu has a good idea, and I, Lao Xue, agrees!"

Xue Tong and Lu Yao were separated from different generals and had no friendship at all, but the experience of fighting side by side in the past few days made Xue Tong admire Lu Yao very much. Moreover, he was a person who would rather be broken than a complete one. Lu Yao proposed to fight with a surprise weapon, and Xue Tong was the first to agree.

Strictly speaking, what Lu Yao mentioned was not a clever plan, it was just a desperate blow to seek luck. But in this situation, it was a death, so you might as well try your best.

The soldiers led by Lu and Xue exceeded 70% of the current troops. Since they decided that, the opinions of the others were actually irrelevant. Lu Yao stood up and bowed to the generals, and then went with Xue Tong to select the warriors who attacked the enemy the next day.

There were broken walls everywhere in the city. Bypassing the fires where the officers were, walking not far along a low wall, it was a place for the soldiers to rest. The soldiers lay in a row, some were sleeping, some were chatting, and some were wounded from time to time to time.

Xue Tong recruited a senior and was about to give him a command, but suddenly he heard a burst of crying sounds coming from the night wind.

This kind of thing has always been a taboo in the army, and at this moment, Xue Tong felt uncontrollable anger. He jumped and scolded: "Which guy is crying! The surname Xue will slash you alive now!" This loud shout seemed like a thunder blew up, trembling everyone around him, and the ears buzzed.

The crying stopped abruptly, and even the whispers disappeared completely. Xue Tong beat the spot a few times, feeling that the blood in her chest could no longer be suppressed, and she suddenly swung a big sword to slash towards the void. His martial arts were already powerful, and at this time, his spirit and intention were unintentionally combined, and a sharp sword wind suddenly rushed towards the sky with the sword force and broke through the air.

"Good knife! Good knife technique!" Lu Yao suddenly said.

Xue Tong put the knife into the sheath and smiled bitterly: "This knife is a thing passed down from my family. Although it is not a sword that has been passed down through the ages, it is also considered the best among the swords. Today's official swords are far inferior to those of the official swords." He only said that the sword is good but did not praise the sword skills, which was humble. He said that he untied the knife and handed it to Lu Yao.

Lu Yao took it and took a closer look. The knife was in a strange form. The blade had a length of about a foot longer than the ordinary ring head. The handle could be held with both hands. The handle was triangular, with a weight of at least thirty kilograms. He drew his sword clangingly, and saw the light of the knife rippling like water waves. It was indeed a rare good knife, with a row of small characters engraved on the spine.

"Seventy-two refinements..." Lu Yao said in a low voice and nodded slightly: "A hundred years ago, the master of sword casting Pu Yuan was invited by the first lord of Shu Han to cast five hundred swords in Chengdu. Only the heroic generals could receive a gift. I guess this is one of them. It turns out that Brother Xue was born in the Xue family in Hedong and was disrespectful."

Xue Tong was shocked. He was a son of the Xue family in Hedong. The Xue family was originally a wealthy family in Pei County, Xuzhou. At the end of the Han Dynasty, a clan member followed Emperor Zhaolie Liu Bei to fight south and north, so he was given a sword cast by Pu Yuan. After the fall of Shu Han, the court was afraid of the Xue family's potential in Bashu, so he moved thousands of Xue family's clans to Hedong. From then on, the Xue family regarded Hedong as the county, and the locals often called it "Shu Xue".

"Brother Lu is very knowledgeable!" Xue Tong praised: "My grandfather has been fighting since he was a child, and has been promoted to the position of general as a general since childhood, so he received the imperial sword!"

He took the long sword handed back by Lu Yao, and slapped the scabbard with his backhand, and felt a sense of pride in his heart: "This sword is with me, Xue's three generations, and has experienced countless wars. In the war tomorrow, you can drink the blood of the enemy!"

Lu Yao didn't have that much generosity. He nodded slightly, feeling unexpectedly calm. He walked leisurely along the village wall, breathing in the cool air at night, and inadvertently heard the sound of the strong wind blowing the forest in the vast mountains in the distance, and the occasional shrill wolf howl from further away.

"No! No!" Lu Yao's face changed drastically. He clearly felt something else. It was not information from any senses, but the instincts created by countless bloody battles that were born through life and death, warning him!

He looked at Xue Tong, and the two of them took a few steps and climbed up to the village wall.

Xue Tong reached out and picked a pine tree from the wall and threw it into the distance.

Burning torches drew a bright arc in the night sky, illuminating the thousands of enemies below.

Taking advantage of the night's cover, the Huns launched another harassment. No... Such a large scale is not harassment, but the Huns planned to fight at night and capture the city in one fell swoop!
Chapter completed!