Tome of Troubled Times Chapter 289: Xinhuo
Chapter 289 Fire
The city walls soon became a meat grinder.
We didn’t even have time to clean up yesterday’s corpses, and today there are new ones.
If there is a gap in the city wall, it does not mean that it cannot be defended, but there are fewer tactics that can be used, and more hard power and courage are needed.
No matter how many people there are on the other side, how many can squeeze into the gap at the same time?
The weather is getting colder and colder, and the snow is getting heavier day by day. As long as we wait until the snow comes, the barbarians will retreat. They are also flesh and blood and have tribes and families, so they cannot continue to stir things up here forever.
With this understanding, there will be endless courage.
No matter how exhausted we are, no matter how out of ammunition and food we are, there is still hope.
Huangfu Yongxian personally pressed his head against the enemy's throat, and thrust his spear straight out, piercing the two barbarian warriors through each other. With a huge swing, the bodies were thrown backwards, knocking over a battle formation.
Cui Yuanyong's sword was as bright as a drill, and he was guarding Huangfu Yongxian, and he couldn't help but admire him in his heart.
I don’t know if I will still have such power in my old age.
As the legitimate son of an aristocratic family, it was difficult for Cui Yuanyong to empathize with the emotions of the frontier soldiers and what Huangfu Yongxian was thinking. In his opinion, even if the Hu people enter the customs, they will most likely have to compromise with the Cui family in order to quickly stabilize the world. As long as the flag is changed, Qinghe Cui will still be Qinghe Cui.
A flowing dynasty, an iron-clad family. Isn’t it the same with the Huangfu family? Why spell it like this...
The emperor doesn't care? Isn’t that great! There is no obstacle for us to become local emperors.
He came to the border, saying that he was helping with defense, but in fact it was more about gaining experience in the battle formation. He wanted to be on the list of people, and this was a good place for training.
But over the past few months, Cui Yuanyong's heart has undergone subtle changes.
The friends who laughed and laughed while drinking and swearing together yesterday are now the bones on the city wall; the subordinates who respectfully call themselves Master Cui, Commander Cui, have changed one after another in the past few months, and the young ones The faces rotated in front of me like a revolving door.
There is a kind of numbness that makes life and death very dull.
But there is also a kind of blood burning in my heart.
It seems that my own blood has been poured into this Guancheng along with them. Every brick and stone here is not bricks and stones, but flesh and blood. Friends’, subordinates’, and one’s own hard work and soul.
That is something that cannot be experienced through experience in the martial arts world, the heart of dying with the city.
I am here, Guancheng is here.
Cui Yuanyong finally understood Huangfu Yongxian. Letting such a person give up is even more uncomfortable than killing him.
Then don’t give up.
My father said it was impossible to do so and he withdrew to Qinghe... I'm sorry, I can't do it.
"Cang!" Not far away, several spears poked at Situ Xiao's body, making a sound of gold and iron.
Situ Xiao smiled toothily, swept the heavy sword, and his head flew up.
Cui Yuanyong is a little envious of this invulnerable Henglian. It is so convenient in this kind of battle formation. Others have to wear armor. It is cumbersome and inconvenient but he is not fully protected. People like Situ Xiao have more room to display here than themselves. Much more.
However, it can also overturn. It is easy to bully ordinary soldiers. Once the opponent is a master, it will be easily broken.
"Brother Situ, be careful!" Cui Yuanyong fired a flying star and stabbed a sneak attacker in the throat.
Situ Xiao turned around and smiled: "Thank you. I didn't want to join the knight camp, but I just didn't want to see the face of the son of aristocratic family worth 258,000 yuan. I didn't expect that you are really good, better than Wang Zhaoling."
Cui Yuanyong said helplessly: "How long have we been talking about this?"
"What I mean by this is that if you withdraw, I will not laugh at you. There is no reason for Qinghe Cui's legitimate son to die here."
"Why can't Qinghe Cui's direct son die here?" Cui Yuanyong asked strangely: "Does the direct descendant of Shenhuang Sect want to leave?"
Situ smiled and said: "We are just martial artists. We can get drunk today if we have wine. There are many people who can inherit the Shenhuang Sect, including me."
Cui Yuanyong stabbed the enemy in front of him in the throat with his sword and said with a smile: "What a coincidence, so do I."
Situ Xiao looked up to the sky and laughed: "Then if you don't say any unlucky words, none of us will die."
Damn it, who said the bad words first? Cui Yuanyong said angrily: "Why do you think you won't die?"
Situ smiled and said: "It's nothing, just cheer up. Anyway, as long as you and I don't die this time, we will be on the list. I don't believe that Xue Canghai and his ilk have such experience."
"Grass." Cui Yuanyong raised his head and looked at the endless sea of people, feeling that he was really going to die.
A thought suddenly occurred to him: Zhao Changhe had been behind enemy lines for so long, and he had flashed the Book of Troubled Times before, and then disappeared silently, and the intelligence network here had lost track of his whereabouts.
Could he be dead? Oh no, when Qianlong falls, the book of troubled times should also flash. If it doesn't flash, it means it's not dead.
I don’t know what kind of fish he is fishing for.
I don’t even know if I or Zhao Changhe died, which one would make my sister more sad.
"General!" Someone not far away hurriedly reported to Huangfu Yongxian: "There is smoke and dust in the far northwest, and it is suspected that the War Lion tribe is approaching."
Huangfu Yongxian knocked down a barbarian with a spear, and his expression changed slightly: "We're finally here..."
Cui Yuanyong and others who heard it looked very ugly.
There was still hope of surviving the snow... But if this new force comes again, I'm afraid it really won't be able to withstand it...
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Hu people’s golden account.
Temur stood behind the formation, overlooking the battle situation on the city wall.
Xia Jun was obviously out of ammunition and food. He used to pour boiling oil down, but now there is no more oil, and he relies solely on flesh and blood to carry him.
But they can't get in. A veteran like Huangfu Yongxian has almost no loopholes in the defensive arrangement and is harder to chew than a tortoise. If we delay for a few more days, the people on our side will also disperse.
Many subordinates and tribes did not understand why they refused to take action personally, so they rushed in and picked off Huangfu Yongxian's head.
But he knew it wouldn't work.
It's not that Xia Longyuan will be restrained in other people's imagination. Timur knows if Xia Longyuan is still in the capital, he will not teleport.
It’s just that there are some openings that cannot be opened... Today you, Tianbang, can break into the battle formation and kill the general. Tomorrow, Xia Longyuan will dare to cross the grassland and kill whoever he sees, dyeing the entire grassland into a sea of blood.
How many people can't catch even Yue Hongling behind him? What if it's Xia Longyuan?
At this level, everyone must follow a certain tacit understanding.
Timur really admires the Maitreya sect. Xia Longyuan will not have a tacit understanding with Maitreya regarding civil strife. How dare he... Even the Wang family dare not.
In the end, Xia Longyuan really didn't move, which was strange.
Temur's eyes fell more on Cui Yuanyong, Situ Xiao and others, with a sigh in his eyes.
The hidden dragon in the Middle Earth is like this, and its energy is not exhausted.
Although there are actually very few people worthy of praise...after all, there are some.
As long as there is still anger, the anger will not dissipate.
But it's a pity that they have few people after all... The breach in the city wall is a typical sign that they can no longer withstand it.
Temur observed for a long time and raised his hand slightly: "Let the vulture tribe press on."
At this moment, someone came to report: "The War Lion tribe is approaching from the northwest, saying they are coming to support."
Timur was stunned for a moment and frowned slightly: "The envoys I sent to the War Lion Tribe haven't come back yet, and they came on their own? How many soldiers and horses?"
The soldier said: "It is estimated that there are seventy or eighty thousand people."
The seven to eighty thousand people are far from the Golden Horde in terms of absolute strength, but at this moment, it is an extremely fatal variable.
Let alone seven or eighty thousand, even one or two thousand can give people a headache, and seventy or eighty thousand can be fatal.
"When Batu comes, he must pass through Huangshaji. Why didn't Ubalu send a message? Batu came so unexpectedly!"
No one can answer the Khan's question.
Someone said cautiously: "If Batu bypasses Huangshaji, General Ubalu will definitely find something wrong. At this time, he should lead his troops to pursue his rear..."
"Let the vulture tribe turn to the flanks and form a formation in the northwest." Timur suddenly stood up: "No matter what Batu is here for, and whether Ubalu comes to attack from a flank, don't be careless. Mr. Bo..."
He turned to a shaman in the tent with a solemn expression: "This is a time of war with the Southern Barbarians. If there is civil strife, it is no longer a regular tribal dispute. Does the temple care?"
The shaman stood up and saluted: "Don't be impatient, Great Khan. How can Batu have the courage to cause trouble? Most likely he is really here to join the war. Wait until I go to see Batu to confirm his intention."