If it hadn't been for the sudden sound of a stern warning from Aodenge Rile in the morning breeze accompanied by the horn, Xiao Yanjun, who was attacking in front of him, would have been surrounded by the Meng and Zhao armies.
At first Wugetai didn't understand why General Zhao's reply asked him to retreat to the road to Fengwu.
It stands to reason that as long as the two wings are outflanked, Xiao Yanjun's retreat can still be cut off, but it is not as strong as retreating directly. Directly forming a formation will strangle Xiao Yanjun's heart to return to Fengwu, forcing him to flee westward.
But because of this, Xiao Yanjun still has a way to escape. In Wugetai's view, this is not a good strategy.
It wasn't until he saw King Mo's army coming from the west that he understood what General Zhao meant by this move.
Confusion also arose in Wu Getai's heart. His correspondence with Xiao Mubai stopped after Xiao Mubai entered King Hu's palace. In his last letter, he only said that he had brought someone into Hu State. So what's going on with King Mo's army now
Although Wu Getai and Xiao Yanjun had the same confusion, their positions were completely different.
Wugetai pursued him aggressively, while Xiao Yanjun had no other choice but to flee.
The road leading to Changyuan Pass was silent, except for the chaotic whistling of the wind caused by the speed, flowing past his ears, seemingly never ending.
Xiao Yanjun felt more and more that there was a strange atmosphere around him. He looked sideways at Shi Fuqiu, who was walking beside him, and said, "Uncle, do you feel something is wrong?"
Shi Fuqiu was also deeply impressed. Cheng Zhaobing on the other side glanced at it warily and said, "This avenue is too quiet. We have walked for so long and we haven't even seen a single pedestrian."
Shi Fuqiu responded and said: "Yes, even if the people will avoid it when they see the army passing by, there will be no one passing by this road at all. This is too abnormal."
Xiao Yanjun's face was gloomy and terrible, but he did not speak. Although Shi Fuqiu and Cheng Zhaobing expressed the crisis in their hearts, they did not give orders to stop.
Because the three of them knew it in their hearts.
Even if there is an ambush ahead, they can't stop...
I can only cherish a trace of luck, hoping that I am overthinking it, and hope that the scouts will never send bad military aircraft again.
The red sun is setting in the west, and the sunset is like fire on the horizon.
The dusk clouds are gathering, the local birds are flying around, and the pine waves are whistling in the evening wind. Changyuan Pass is just ahead.
The scouts moved forward, but as they expected, there was no crisis. They could faintly see that the city gate was open but not closed in the purple and gold sunset.
The three of them were all overjoyed and frequently urged their horses to gallop in an attempt to enter the city.
Just when they were approaching a hundred feet, the city gate suddenly began to close, and archers suddenly appeared on the city tower, all drawing their bows. Shi Fuqiu suddenly shouted: "Stop."
As the three men suddenly reined in their horses, the Shi family's army also stopped moving forward one after another.
"You can't go in any further. The front is within the shooting range." Shi Fuqiu looked very ugly and his voice was hoarse and dry.
The city gate of Changyuan Pass was closed at this time, which was clearly to induce their army to come, and to seize the right opportunity to force them to have no way out.
"Who is the general guarding the city? I am the prince. I want you to open the city gate quickly!" Xiao Yanjun raised his eyes and looked up. The archers were upright and drew their bows powerfully.
At first glance, it seemed that they were not the city defenders who usually neglected to exercise, but the soldiers who practiced diligently on weekdays.
Xiao Yanjun turned his head again and looked at King Mo's Army and Zhao's Army, who were all dressed up behind him. Where did Xiao State get so many soldiers who were good at fighting
Just as he turned his head to glance, and then looked back to the top of the city tower, his handsome face turned into a distorted expression in shock.
Cheng Zhaobing and Shi Fuqiu, who were beside them, also stopped breathing. The man who appeared on the tower stood in the middle of the tower.
His face was stern, and his figure was straight and straight, like an iceberg that had stood for thousands of years, shining brightly and unable to be looked at directly or shaken.
"Xiao Mubai, why are you here?" Xiao Yanjun's voice was filled with shock and a hint of tiredness.
As expected, King Mo's army was not led by him personally, so why did he appear on the tower of Changyuan Pass
In order to kill him, did they even abandon Yucheng
"Of course I'm waiting to kill the traitors." Xiao Mubai's voice was cold, and the warm sunset that shrouded his body at this time became as cold as ripples of water, making Xiao Yanjun feel chilled from his heart to his skin.
The heat that was originally felt during the long journey suddenly subsided and became filled with coolness.
"The rebel soldiers were deceived and surrendered without killing." Xiao Mubai's eyes passed over Xiao Yanjun indifferently, looking at the thick troops of the Shi's Army and the Qicheng Garrison behind him.
The setting sun cast over him from behind, and he stood quietly in the cloud-like glow of the sky, looking down from a high position like a king coming to the world.
The majesty of the king shrouded the rebels, and his sudden words of grace under the invisible pressure made the rebels burst into tears of gratitude. The Seven Cities Guard Army Chief took the lead in dismounting and surrendering. With his own garrison, he knelt down and declared submission.
"Disarm and surrender without killing." The young man in blue robe who led King Mo's army finally caught up with Shi's army and repeated it behind the rebels.
Xiao Yanjun looked around and saw that the face was ordinary, yet somewhat familiar. He narrowed his eyes slightly and thought about where he had seen this face before. The person Xiao Mubai could entrust to King Mo's army must not be an ordinary person.
Someone on the tower suddenly exclaimed: "Master!"
Then there was a deafening shout, and everyone shouted: "Yi Dao!"
The person leading King Mo's army was Xia Chu, who was disguised as a sword. He looked up at the tower of Changyuan Pass and waved his hand from a distance.
Although he couldn't see clearly, the only one calling him master was Yan Jianghong.
Among the mixed voices that followed, he could barely distinguish Shan Xiangpeng and Deng Qizhong.
Unexpectedly, Xiao Mubai actually brought all three of them.
Xia Chu's eyes were fixed on the man standing in the wind in the center of the city tower. Although he was too far away to distinguish his expression, Xia Chu still felt that the whole world seemed to have stopped, and they were the only ones standing in the sky and the city tower. below, looking at each other.
At this time, Xiao Yanjun, who was in a desperate situation, looked at the young man in blue robe who raised his face and looked towards the tower, and finally remembered where he had seen this face before.
In Dali Temple, during the interrogation of the three halls, Su Qianle showed the wanted poster portrait!
Clothes knife! Early summer!
Xiao Yanjun suddenly laughed miserably. His eyes were so wide, but they were a deathly gray color without any light shining.
In his eyes, there were only the soldiers of the Xiao Kingdom who were everywhere, coming to surround and kill him.
The flame that had been beating in those eyes was extinguished.
The vitality that had been supporting him during his long journey disappeared.
(End of chapter)