The sky was very fine, and the golden sands on the desert had a layer of ripples, which shone like water. The foot of Luoye Mountain is gloomy, and the towering mountain blocks most of the sun, sheltering the Turkic tribes in the distance.
Huo Linfeng was very familiar with this land. When he was seventeen years old, he led his troops to massacre the city.
However, this time Huo Linfeng was not around, and the leader with a beard and a beard, and the black scarf on his arm fluttering with the handsome flag was none other than Huo Zhao, Marquis of Dingbei. The barbarian's large army was held back by Huo Jinghai, and Huo Zhao led a team of elite cavalry to drive Luoye Mountain, and reached the foot of the mountain.
This elite cavalry team is called "Yihui Army", each equipped with narrow knives and silver spears, long and short weapons are not a problem. As soon as Huo Zhao's troops appeared, the Turkic tribe was shocked. Immediately, nearly a thousand warriors rushed out, all carrying bows and crossbows and quiveres.
The barbarians are best at riding and archery. This team of archers lined up quickly, drew their bows and loosened their strings, and all arrows were fired at the foot of Luoye Mountain. Yi's army was not at all chaotic, they dismounted from their horses and stood on an iron wall, with the good horse behind and the flesh in front, picking up a long spear to resist the flying arrows.
Huo Zhao took the lead alone, leading the way for dozens of steps, raising the morale of the people.
Seeing that the opponent kept approaching and the arrows were wasted a lot, the Shenjian team retreated, and 2000 soldiers stood behind them. Yi's army rode out to attack, and the two teams fought, charging and fighting fiercely in one place.
Holding the long sword in his hand, Huo Zhao even picked his heart and soul, and the mane of the fierce horse was wet with the splashed blood. Manzi was forced to retreat steadily, towards the northwest, and fled inch by inch towards the depression of Luoye Mountain.
All the Turkic troops who came to resist followed this route, which led Yi's army to gradually enter the terrain formation of Luoye Mountain.
This purpose is self-evident, Huo Zhao is naturally aware of it, but in order to force Qin Xun to show up, he can only pretend to be confused, go deep into the hinterland, and jump into the enemy's trap.
All the way, flesh and bones were destroyed, and the mountain was full of corpses. Huo Zhao led his army to hunt down to the depths of Luoye Mountain. Someone with sharp eyes shouted: "Master Hou! In front!"
Huo Zhao stared and saw five thousand elite soldiers waiting in the distance.
Among the 5,000 elite soldiers, barbarians accounted for more than half, they were elite troops protecting the tribe, the rest were all Han Chinese, without armor, they were scattered soldiers from all corners of the country. The leading man was nearly fifty years old, with high cheekbones, pale skin, and a mean and sinister look.
Yihui's army continued to move forward, and Huo Zhao waved his hands to stop when they were forty or fifty steps away. Huo Zhao held his head high, looking extraordinarily arrogant: "The Chi Na army is so shameless, I don't know how capable they are."
The leader said with a smile: "Naturally, he is no more brave than the Marquis of Dingbei. He presses every step of the way, and he can't wait to die."
Huo Zhao asked back: "Death? Is it in your hands?" He stared at the man like a snake hitting seven inches, "The master of the rivers and lakes, I only know Duan Chenbi, and I have never heard of the word 'Qin Xun'. name."
Qin Xun had turned against Duan Chenbi early on, hated Duan Chenbi the most in his life, and his face changed when he heard the words. He snorted coldly, and said: "If Duan Chenbi hadn't left the customs later, I wouldn't have traveled north and wandered around, and now I have the opportunity to compete with you, Huo Zhao."
Huo Zhao said: "Chen Ruoyin's dog servant is also worthy to compete with this Marquis? You think it is a showdown, but this Marquis is only used as suppressing bandits, punishing rape, and beating dogs!"
Qin Xun was furious: "Today I will take your life at the foot of Luoye Mountain, and then Leng Sang Mountain will fight Duan Chenbi, and no one will fight against me in the world after that!"
Huo Zhao saw it, this wolf-hearted thing doesn't know the safety of the people, how does it understand the family, the country and the world, it only knows how to be brave and ruthless to seek fame.
He wanted to add fuel to the flames: "Today is the day of your death, and Mount Luoye is the place of your death. You lost to Duan Chenbi many years ago. I told you that you will never have a chance to win in this life. You will die with regret!"
Every word hit the vital point, Qin Xun seemed to be mad, flew away from the horse, and rushed towards Huo Zhao in all directions. Seeing this, the whole army roared loudly and started fighting mightily.
With an extremely ear-piercing sound, Huo Zhao resisted Qin Xun's imposing move, and the two long swords met, bursting out with scorching fire. Huo Zhaofei dismounted from his horse, the toe of his boot touched the ground, and he fought Qin Xun with the momentum like a dragon coming out of a mountain.
The dead corner of the entire mountain depression was caught in a melee, and all the horses were silent, causing the beasts to flee, disturbing the tranquility of the mountain. The army of the three thousand Yi fought against the army of the five thousand Chi, everyone turned red-eyed, roaring, and turned into a wolf on the desert.
Huo Zhao and Qin Xun fought with each other for nearly a hundred moves, some walking on flat ground, or climbing mountains and rocks, the collision of cold blades became scorching hot. Apart from Qin Xun, Huo Zhao also had to deal with the rest of the soldiers who rushed at him, almost killing him with a sword, staining half of his body with blood.
There was a loud bang, and the move of "Dingbei Shocking Wind" swept up sand and rocks, and immediately raised loess several feet high. In the bewilderment, Qin Xun turned around to climb the sky, hid himself completely, and said wildly: "Even though your power is infinite, I am the fastest in all directions, what can I do?"
When the smoke and dust cleared, the bodies of more than a dozen Turkic soldiers were shaken off and fell to pieces on the sand. Huo Zhao stared at Qin Xun, the other party was right, Shenlong Wuwu could not catch up with Bafangyou, and the distance of a long sword was enough for him to escape.
Suddenly, Huo Zhao made another move, and his sleeves were full of blood, showing great momentum.
A gust of wind blew up in the desert, and within a short while, the body and blood were buried in the yellow sand, and nothing seemed to have happened at the foot of Luoye Mountain. This bleak westerly wind went all the way south, blowing across the blue lake. Huo Jinghai was leading his troops to fight, and the corners of his clothes were gently blown.
Passing through the camp of the Dingbei Army, it was finally blown into the impregnable Saibei City.
Covered by clouds, the sky was overcast. Huo Linfeng came out of a certain alley, and there was a small stone lion standing in front of a house. He sat on it, took off the water bag and took a few mouthfuls.
The subordinate reported: "General, all parts of the city have been deployed."
It has been half a month since the chaos was put down, and the fewer the thieves are left, the harder it is to catch them. Every corner and corner needs to be searched, and many soldiers and horses have been tied down. Huo Linfeng responded, wiped the water from the corner of his mouth, and frowned at the smell of blood on his hands.
He asked: "Where are the soldiers of the Hou Mansion?"
The subordinates replied: "The casualties have been buried, and the rest returned home one after another this morning."
Huo Linfeng nodded. In such a short time, two groups of people patrolled the street, which is not too long a street. He suddenly remembered that when capturing the flower picker in Xigan Ridge, the Bufan Palace disciples formed a cloud formation, which was extremely mobile.
If we set up patrols, can we save a lot of manpower
Huo Linfeng immediately ordered: "Call the Qiji from each team to gather, hurry up!"
When he finished speaking, he raised his head, and saw a figure coming from the corner of the street, trotting, with his cloak fluttering non-stop. When the other party saw him about ten steps away, he was startled for a moment, and then ran towards him like flying.
Huo Linfeng sat lazily on the stone lion, opened his arms, and grabbed Rong Luoyun firmly the moment he rushed in front of him. This is a person of flesh and blood, with enthusiasm and bright eyes, appearing in front of him alive.
We were in the same city but hadn't seen each other for half a month, Huo Linfeng restrained his emotions: "Why are you here?"
Rong Luoyun said: "The family soldiers returned to the house to take care of me, so I came out." He ran all the way, panting, "I miss you, I can't help but come to the street to look for it..."
Huo Linfeng pinched Rong Luoyun's arm and looked at it carefully: "The past half month has been really hard, you have lost weight."
Rong Luoyun opened his lips and closed them again. He was going to say this, but was preempted. He put his hand on Huo Linfeng's shoulder, shook it, and checked his chest, abdomen, shoulders and back to make sure that Huo Linfeng was not injured.
"Everything is fine in the mansion, and Madam is also fine," he said.
Huo Linfeng said: "Thanks to you, how should I thank you?"
Rong Luoyun replied in a low voice: "Why do you need to thank me?" In front of other people, there were many words that could not be said, so she raised her eyes and looked at Huo Linfeng, and within a moment, she looked away to avoid suspicion.
He lowered his head and narrowed his eyes, and saw Huo Linfeng's dirty hands, blood-stained and muddy, which hadn't been washed for a few days. "I'll wipe it for you." He took out a handkerchief to wipe his hand, and quietly scratched his palm with his fingertips.
Huo Linfeng was itchy, from the lines on his palms to the top of his heart, and he had to talk about something serious to suppress it. "It's too procrastinating here, I have to get out and go to Moshang as soon as possible." He said, "If I put in a cloud and flowing formation, will I get twice the result with half the effort?"
Rong Luoyun said: "The Xingyun Formation is a defensive formation, and now we need to use the Flowing Water Formation to catch thieves."
He pent up in the courtyard of the Hou's mansion for half a month, and ran out like a runaway wild horse. Seeing his sweetheart, he didn't want to go back. He took half a step closer, discussing: "I'll stay and help you set up the formation, okay?"
Huo Linfeng was about to nod his head, when he saw Zhang Weiren galloping from a distance, traveling in a hurry, something must have happened in Moshang.
"General!" Zhang Weiren reined in his horse and jumped in front of Huo Linfeng and Rong Luoyun, "Master Hou has led an army of three thousand to Luo Yeshan."
Huo Linfeng's veins burst out: "What?!"
Zhang Weiren said: "The China army has a total of 5,000 people. It is close to the Turkic tribe. The reinforcements of the Qincha army have also arrived."
Huo Linfeng asked: "How about Lord Hou? Where's that Qin Xun!"
Zhang Weiren said: "Master Hou and Qin Xun fought fiercely for several hours, and both sides were injured."
Huo Zhao has been fighting for half a month, and before facing the China army, he even fought a battle with the Turkic army, while Qin Xun has been recharging his energy all the time, there must be a difference in energy between the two. What's more, the army under the command of three thousand Yi is outnumbered, and sooner or later it will be defeated just by wasting.
Huo Linfeng was worried, so he regained his composure and asked his men how many soldiers and horses they had available. Rong Luoyun listened to him, and the situation was overwhelming, so he took the initiative to say: "You can keep half of the manpower, and you can take the rest."
Huo Linfeng couldn't help being startled, Rong Luoyun said: "I'll set up the flowing water formation, you can take your troops to Luoye Mountain without worry."
At this point, there was no time to say more, Huo Linfeng took Rong Luoyun's hand and squeezed it tightly, replacing thousands of words. He got on his horse, took the reins and headed towards the city gate, and galloped out like an off-string arrow.
Rong Luoyun looked at the back, chased after a few steps, and shouted hoarsely: "—I'll wait for you to come back!"
At the foot of Luoye Mountain, as far as the eye can see, there are corpses all over the field. The Qincha reinforcements have arrived, and Yi's army is facing the enemy at this moment. In the mountain depression, there were continuous roars, more and more people died, and thousands of war horses fell into a pool of blood.
Huo Zhao received a sword strike in the back of his chest, his armor was split open, and blood gushed from the foot-long wound. He stood upright with his sword in hand, as steady as a towering mountain, and his gaze was exceptionally calm.
At the foot of the cliff a few steps away, Qin Xun clutched his belly and smiled lewdly: "Marquis Dingbei, how much strength do you still have? Can you still use all your strength to use Dingbei Shocking Wind?"
Huo Zhao felt a fishy sweetness in his throat, moved his lips, and blood slowly dripped down the corners of his mouth. He really doesn't have much strength, so he has to solve it as soon as possible. During this panting time, a wave of elite Qincha soldiers surrounded him and rushed forward with their swords raised. He leaned forward and swung the Huo family's swordsmanship.
Qin Xun let go of his hand, the wound on his abdomen was bleeding profusely, but luckily no internal organs were injured. It was too late to say that, Huo Zhao was obviously trapped in the crowd, and in a flash, he flew under the cliff.
"Old man!" Qin Xun yelled violently, taking the move a moment later, Huo Zhao took the opportunity to bully him and approach him. The armor scraped against his robe, Qin Xun shouted, Huo Zhao locked his shoulders, and immediately threw the long sword in his hand.
Huo Zhao also dropped the sword, and fought close to each other, his moves were as fast as stars twinkling, his palms barely leaving Qin Xun's body. In this way, before Bafang Youshi could spread out, the eagle claws grabbed the person tightly.
Both of them have been injured, and now they are fighting fiercely under the cliff with bare hands, but to no avail. The elite soldiers of the Qincha were about to catch up behind Huo Zhao. Hearing the sound of footsteps, Huo Zhao gathered energy in his dantian and hit Qin Xun with an overwhelming palm.
Qin Xun raised his neck and howled angrily, dodged in panic, and hit the cliff with all his strength. In an instant, the rocky mountain shook, and countless rocks rolled down from the mountainside. The elite Chincha soldiers who were chasing were unable to hide, and were hit by stones, and died in a terrible state.
Huo Zhao couldn't help trembling, the palm with all his strength touched the wound, and then he was numb from the pain, his muscles exploded, and a large stream of hot blood gushed out. He tried to take a step, but his knees gave way and he staggered to the ground. Raising his eyes, his eyes were as dark as wind and frost, and he saw Qin Xun walking towards him step by step with a sword in hand.
When it is exhausted, the sun is still bright, but people are on the verge of dusk.
With a pale face, Qin Xun walked up to Huo Zhao and said, "Marquis Dingbei, you are no longer useful."
The pain in his abdomen was unbearable, and his voice was a little weak: "But you are not at a loss. Enjoying fame and fortune for a lifetime is enough."
Huo Zhao said: "Kill you... I can go away happily..."
Qin Xun looked up with a long smile: "Death is imminent, don't think about it!" Holding the hilt of the sword with his wrist, a cold light flashed, and the sharp thin blade cut off his head, "Death!"
A goshawk flew by high in the sky, with a melancholy cry, circling around in this side of the world. Huo Zhao leaned slightly, the sword blade cut at the shoulder and neck, the armor cracked and fell off, blood dripped from the chest and back.
Qin Xun sneered, "There's so much blood, it's so red it hurts people's eyes."
Before the words were finished, Huo Zhao grabbed the long sword with his left hand and pulled it away. He stood up quickly, the flesh on his shoulders turned, and the meridian was injured in the neck, and half of his face was splashed with blood.
At the moment when Qin Xun was about to lose his life, and when Qin Xun let his guard down, he rushed over, like a tiger making a hook with his fingers, and gave Qin Xun a hard blow with all his might!
"Well!"
Qin Xun hummed hurriedly, his eyes widened, his pale face quickly turned gray, he lowered his head in disbelief, Huo Zhao's sharp claws plunged into the wound in his abdomen, deep into his belly, and the last burst of internal force smashed him His internal organs.
His liver and intestines were severed, his eyes, mouth, nose, ears, and seven orifices suddenly bled, and he couldn't see clearly. His vision was bright red, and his pupils were all red.
Huo Zhao said with difficulty: "Hand, under, defeat, general."
Qin Xun breathed his last suddenly, and ended up in an unsatisfactory end.
The palm of his hand was like a bloodbath, Huo Zhao shook unbearably, supporting himself not to fall down, the few remaining Yihui troops kept shouting "Master Hou", the sound of the wind, the howling of goshawks, and the noise in his ears hit his eardrums.
The surviving Chi Na army swung their swords and rushed, and before his blood was shed, he used Qin Xun's sword to drain his blood and make the north startled one last time. In the blink of an eye, pieces of golden light erupted from the sand all over the sky, dozens of barbarian elite soldiers exploded in place, and they all went to meet Yan Luo.
Huo Zhao's chest was protruding, his spine was broken, and his blood was about to flow out.
Suddenly, he heard "Father" hoarsely, it seemed that Huo Linfeng was calling him.
A group of people rushed from the outside and rushed into the mountain depression. Huo Linfeng almost fell off his horse, and rushed towards Huo Zhao with red eyes.
"-Father!"
With trembling hands, Huo Linfeng caught Huo Zhao's fallen body: "Father, father..."
Huo Zhao couldn't speak at all, the frost in his eyes faded quietly, and there was a tender feeling, he moved his thin lips, but he couldn't make a sound, and he could tell by the shape of his lips that he was talking about Bicheng.
"Father..." Huo Linfeng called out in a low voice, "Dad, dad!"
With his eyes lightly closed, Huo Zhao has no life left.
The soldiers shouted to shake the sky, and they knelt down on the sand and stones. Huo Linfeng was silent, and a tear fell from his eye. He is late, why not hurry up? Why not faster? !
His father won and died.
Huo Linfeng hugged Huo Zhao, and said dumbly, "Send Lord Hou back to the camp."
The scorching sun is in the sky, according to the last part of the return journey.
Huo Zhao, Marquis of Dingbei, fought in the desert all his life, and his admiration is worthy of the heaven and the earth. Today, he led an army of 3,000 Yi, suppressed more than 8,000 elite soldiers of the barbarians, and died in battle at the foot of Luoye Mountain.
Before the famous general saw his white head, the goshawk went away and cried out.