Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated! Chapter 353: I will lead the charge

In the vast Gobi desert, dust is flying.

An uncountable number of northern barbarian cavalry came in line, walking slowly.

Under the sky, the dense northern barbarian cavalry is like a dark river flowing slowly in the Gobi desert. But as long as people see this scene, they will feel uneasy.

Because, no one knows when this seemingly gentle river will suddenly become restless and turn into a rolling torrent, annihilating everything in front of it.

Water is good for all things without fighting.

But water can also be evil, with huge waves that can overturn the world.

The goshawk soars through the sky, sometimes swooping down to bring back weaker prey.

On the back of the fiery red sweat and blood, Tuoba Hun, the little prince of the northern barbarians, wrapped himself tightly, only a pair of falcon-like eyes were exposed, staring straight ahead.

Three swift horses quickly emerged from the horizon, holding the flag of the Northern Wild Wolf.

Tuobahun raised his hand slowly, and the guard behind him immediately blew the horn hanging on the horse's back.

The northern barbarian cavalry slowly stopped, waiting for the approaching fast horses ahead.

“Report—”

As soon as the horse approached, the knight said loudly, "The latest news from the Tang Kingdom, King Yan is not dead!"

The King of Yan is not dead!

The news came from the mouths of the horse knights, and it didn't even need to be able to spread, and it spread at lightning speed among the northern cavalry.

In just a moment, all the Beiman cavalry under Tuoba Hun knew the bad news.

The fact that King Yan Li Zhen is still alive is great news for the people of the Tang Dynasty. But for the northern barbarians, it was a shocking news.

Yan Wang, Yan Wang!

"My warriors, you are afraid!"

"Faced with that demon, you have lost the courage of the descendants of the wolf!"

"Do you want to be cowards for life?"

"Let your children and grandchildren live forever under the fear of that devil?"

"Huang Fengkou, I, Tuoba Hun, your little prince, will lead the charge!"

"The descendants of the wolf, never fear!"

"Out--"

With just a few simple words, Tuoba Hun raised the morale of the people around him. As for the other cavalry, he didn't need the little prince to raise the points one by one, and he had to influence the people around him.

They are the descendants of the wolves, and they have nothing to fear!

The war horse is galloping, and the target is approaching Huangfengkou.

Once, in the battle of Huangfengkou, the Beiman was defeated, and the reputation of Li Zhen, the king of Yan, was forged.

Now, he Tuoba Hun, the little prince of Beiman, will take down Huang Fengkou and be ashamed.

Tuoba came here, and brought ten thousand knights, all of them one person and three knights.

Put on a raiding stance!

But in fact, Tuoba Hun didn't want to take Huang Fengkou by surprise. He wanted to take Huang Fengkou in an upright manner and let the Tang people know that they were brave.

At the Huangfengkou at this time, above the pass, less than a thousand defenders are waiting in battle.

The news of the war has been passed back to the Tang Dynasty. The reinforcements are on their way, but no one knows when the reinforcements will arrive.

And until reinforcements arrive, the only thing they can do is fight to the death!

The frontier army of the Tang Dynasty has no escape.

The King of Yan once broke the spine of Beiman at Huangfengkou. Now, since they are guarding Huangfengkou, they cannot lose the prestige of King Yan.

"Lieutenant, here we come!"

"Here it is!"

In the narrow city of Huangfengkou, Guan Ting, commander of a thousand people, was sharpening his sword when his personal soldiers suddenly rushed in.

"Let's go and kill the thief!"

Guan Ting picked up the big sword and walked outside.

"Wrong, wrong, no, no, yes, reinforcements are coming!"

"What?"

Hearing the words of the personal soldiers, Guan Ting's footsteps stopped, "reinforcements are coming?"

"Why so fast?"

From the news of the war, Guan Ting felt that his life was probably coming to an end. But he didn't think about running away, because he had almost become a member of the whirlwind.

Nowadays, he wants to prove himself that even if he didn't become a member of Cyclone Rider, he is a man in Guan Ting.

"Lieutenant, still, still, go and see!"

The janitor stammered.

Well, Guan Ting's personal soldiers stuttered not because they were excited, but stuttered in the first place.

So when the imperial court recruited soldiers, his family happily arranged for him to be a soldier.

Guan Ting also saw that he was pitiful, so he took him with him.

However, under normal circumstances, he is not responsible for such things as sending orders and reporting.

Guan Ting thought of this, and immediately widened his eyes, thinking that several other personal soldiers had gone to the city again.

"Oh my God, these stinky boys, being the captain of this school is a deaf ear. If I didn't see Beiman coming, I would have to beat them!"

Guan Ting strode out of his small courtyard, intending to go to see the reinforcements of the imperial court first, but I don't know if they can fight.

Then, Guan Ting saw several of his other personal soldiers, and even many soldiers guarding the pass, all running down from the pass.

"Little bunnies, are you going to heaven?"

"I'm not guarding the gate, I just want to-"

Before he finished speaking, Guan Ting was also dumbfounded.

Eight cattle crossbow!

Racks of eight cattle crossbows are being transported out of the pass, and some people are carrying racks of eight cattle crossbows into the pass.

The eight cattle crossbow, which required at least six people to lift, was actually carried by one person.

"I"

Guan Ting swallowed his saliva and looked at Xu Lao Er, who was carrying the Eight Bull Crossbow to the pass. He had a feeling, is this still human?

With such strength, when did the imperial court produce such a fierce man?

However, Guan Ting's shock has only just begun.

Because the number of these eight cattle crossbows is too many.

"Lieutenant, then, over there, also, there!"

The stuttering janitor points to the other side.

There are civilians who come to transport military supplies, but the armors worn by the civilians are higher-grade than those of the regular town troops like Huang Fengkou.

Of course, that's not the point.

The key is that these so-called civilians, why are everyone carrying a strong crossbow.

No, there are people with strong bows.

With a strong bow and a crossbow, you say this is a civilian who escorts supplies?

"Shooting—"

The powerful Guan Ting, who was shocked by the reinforcements, was suddenly awakened by a roar. He turned his head to look, and saw a volley of eight cattle crossbows on the wall of the pass.

Guan Ting's eyes widened, isn't this a prodigal?

When he hurried up the city wall, he was even more shocked!

The eight cattle crossbows are not only placed on the city wall, but also placed under the city wall.

And in front of the line of sight, on the city wall, the eight cattle crossbow under the city wall is clearly a dense shot.

"My dear, it's what the little sister said!"

Second Xu touched his upper body timidly on the city wall of the pass, a little scared.

Individual martial arts are useless in the face of such a big killer.

Thinking of the scene where Fu Bao waved his little hand and said "shoot, shoot, shoot", Mr. Xu suddenly felt that martial arts training was not good!

No, if practicing martial arts is useless, why does Xiaomei practice every day?

Second Xu looked at his elder brother.

At this time, Boss Xu was also shocked!