Yes, He Xiao is still here, Xiulijun is still here, she is not alone and helpless.
But soon, a large cloud of smoke and dust rose in the direction of Yanming Pass. The scout rushed back and reported: "My lord, 20 miles ahead, Zhao Yang personally leads an army of 100,000 troops and is rushing forward. As long as we leave the Longyin pass, we will be ambushed."
At this moment, Chu Qiao almost wanted to laugh out loud.
Yan Xun, Yan Xun, you are so shrewd!
The switch gave way without a single soldier; the people delayed and destroyed her cavalry's high-speed maneuver advantage; and the hand of Daxia blocked her way forward. Even if Da Xia had doubts about this news, he couldn't let Chu Qiao, the leader of the Yanbei military, lead the Xiuli Army into Da Xia's territory. Even if he knew that Yan Xun had another purpose, this battle was inevitable.
He understood the minds of Shang Shen and Hui Hui, the minds of her, Chu Qiao, and Zhao Yang's minds.
Perhaps in a small-scale battlefield, she can still beat him in one or two games through the use of tactics and clever command methods, but when it comes to calculating people's hearts and skillfully using various forces, she is far behind Yan Xun.
The common people also noticed the smoke and dust flying from the east, and there was a trace of panic spreading among the crowd, although everyone still thought confidently: My lord is here, don't be afraid. But thinking of Daxia's iron-blooded army and the Xiuli army's establishment of less than 5,000 people, they couldn't help but hesitate.
He Xiao had already returned to Longyin Pass, a soldier shouted loudly: "The defenders of the city, please open the city gate and let the people in!"
After shouting three times in a row, someone said slowly in a long tune: "The emperor has an order. If you want to enter the city, please invite the soldiers of the Xiuli Army to enter the city."
"The Great Xia army is coming in no time, please let the people enter the city first!"
"The emperor has an order to invite the soldiers of the Xiuli Army to enter the city!"
The monotonous echoes sounded over and over again, and the strong wind blew up with a whirring sound, kicking up dust and grass clippings all over the place. Chu Qiao raised her head, watched Long Yin close the fluttering Black Eagle battle flag, and clenched her fists tightly.
"My lord?" A soldier called out in a low voice.
"My lord!" The voice grew louder, and more and more people gathered around.
"My lord, what should I do?" Someone among the people began to shout in panic, and the children were frightened by the cold breath, crying loudly in panic, and countless voices asked loudly in their ears:
"My lord, what should I do?"
"My lord, the enemy is coming."
"My lord, go into the city, or avoid it for a while."
"My lord, go back and apologize to His Majesty, he will forgive you."
"My lord, let's fight to the death, give an order!"
"My lord, my lord, my lord..."
Yan Xun, is this what you want
Chu Qiao smiled coldly at the sky, the last softness in her heart was shattered by reality.
What would you like to see? See me alone? See me embattled? Seeing that I have become a bereaved dog, I have no choice but to flee back to Yanbei with my tail between my legs and wag my tail at you to beg for mercy
Yan Xun, you underestimate me too much.
"Soldiers, you have seen everything that happened these days." Sitting on the horse, Chu Qiao stretched out her hand and made a quiet gesture, and said slowly in a deep voice, "Our king, the emperor of Yanbei, he Abandoning the previous oath, betraying the promise we made to the land of Yanbei and returning to the snow-capped mountains, the bones of the people in Changqing were not cold, and the butcher knife loyal to the emperor was held on the neck of Datong. Mr. Wu is dead, and Miss Yu is dead. Yes, the master of the Yanjia County is dead, General Xiaohe is dead, General Biancang, General Xirui, and Major General Abdu have all died in the hands of the ambitious people who fanatically dreamed of the Great Empire. Now, the blade is hanging in our hands Above your head, soldiers, in front of you is Daxia's 100,000 army, gearing up and gearing up, waiting for us to send them to your door; behind us, is the Yanbei army that has deteriorated, and they are standing in their positions, ready to go. Good saliva, waiting to spit on top of our heads, and then laugh at us as useless cowards; beside us, are our fathers and fathers who have been deceived and abandoned by the country. Soldiers, where do we go from here?"
The cold voice echoed in the wilderness, no one spoke, they all raised their heads and looked at Chu Qiao with burning eyes.
Chu Qiao jumped off the horse suddenly, pointed at the soldiers and shouted orders, her voice was sharp and fierce, like a war eagle, "Are you going to be a running dog of the dictator, ridiculed by the traitor who betrayed the oath? Or should we abandon our relatives and run for our lives alone? To win the dignity and honor that a soldier deserves from an enemy twenty times our size?" Chu Qiao raised her head and shouted, "Soldiers! Do you want to survive?"
"think!"
Both the soldiers and the civilians roared in unison, the sound penetrated the clouds and scattered the flying birds hovering above.
"Do you want to be traitors?"
"In no mood!"
"It's the same choice between death and being a traitor. What do you choose?"
People shouted wildly: "Swear to the death that you will not betray Datong!"
Standing against the wind, Chu Qiao shouted loudly: "Soldiers and folks, follow me, obey me, and obey my orders. If you want to die, let us use our own blood to interpret the last glory of Datong! Heads can be broken, Blood can be shed, but our faith will never be extinguished! Long live Yanbei! Long live Datong! Long live our freedom!"
Shan Hu Hai drink sounded at the same time, tens of thousands of hands raised in the air: "Long live my lord!"
This year's winter came very early, and the snow fell in September, a light layer, like a small white flower blooming in the pasture in spring.
The Xia army retreated again. This was the third day of their siege, and the expected large-scale impact did not come as expected. Zhao Yang carefully surrounded the Longyin pass, blocking Chu Qiao's going forward. His thoughts at this moment must be very complicated. He was afraid that it was a trap set by Yanbei, and he was also afraid that it was really Yan and Chu who had missed this opportunity to kill Chu Qiao. After all, the news of Yan Xun and Chu Qiao's discord has spread like wildfire in the past two years, and it is impossible for Zhao Yang to be ignorant of it.
At night, a strong wind blew across, Chu Qiao stood on a high soil slope, looking at the devastated battlefield in the distance, the night wind raised her enchanting long hair, like a group of butterflies fluttering in the wind.
The war has lasted for three years, and the construction of Longyin Pass is several feet higher than Yanming Pass. The vast wilderness in the center of the two armies is bleak, the autumn grass is half waist high, white frost and snow fall on the grass clippings, the autumn wind passes by, rustling, like a snow-white sea wave, faintly reflecting the silvery white under the moonlight The light is dazzlingly beautiful. A flock of crows flew overhead, sweeping up fine snow mist, a crow's sharp claws lightly swept across the grass, picked up an object, gleamed white, and disappeared in an instant.
Even though it was just a glance, Chu Qiao already saw what it was. Her eyes turned to the white grass waves in front of her again, a sense of sadness and disgust slowly emerged from the bottom of her heart, how many young bones were buried under these thousands of swaying tentacles
War is like a huge mouth that devours people. Blood drips and swallows countless fresh lives. The desolate wind in the chaotic world crosses the eaves of broken families, leaving behind a humming sound, like the sound of a lonely soul under the nine springs. Sobbing. And is she also an executioner on the side of this world-destroying blade
"Achu..." In the darkness, a deep voice faintly whispered, "Achu..."
That was the voice heard in the past two thousand nights. The young man leaned against her, pulled the quilt for her, and asked softly, "Ah Chu, is it cold?"
Back then, the cold wind was blowing through the window paper, and the moon outside was as cold as frost, and the ground was pale.
Flying birds cross, and the snow is thousands of miles away.
Perhaps, a person's life is a chessboard that cannot be seen through. The road ahead is confused and you are hit by walls. You don't know where to make a move or where to stop. Now that you have started, you have to work hard, but in the end, maybe you have worked hard, but you are farther and farther away from victory.
She slowly closed her eyes, and thousands of rivers and mountains traveled through her mind. In a trance, she seemed to see the faces of so many people, the upright and gentle Mr. Wu, the calm and wise Miss Yu, the lively and clever Jue, the kind and honest Xiaohe... , Xue Zhiyuan who died to give a warning, Wen Yang who was beheaded to protect the army flag, Feng Ting and Murong, Wu Danyu who rushed into the enemy camp alone with a sword and was shot by thousands of arrows, Xiuli who was alive and dead Army soldiers, countless people from Shangshen, Huihui, and Beishuo, even Cao Mengtong who committed suicide and apologized, and those pedantic elders of Datong...
Lonely and weak brigade, no food, no supplies, cold weather, with tens of thousands of unarmed people, time goes by little by little, and the enemy's iron hooves gradually lose patience. Winter is approaching, and heavy snow will soon cover this vast land.
Chu Qiao raised her head and looked at the sky, and vaguely saw another pair of eyes, those eyes that had fallen into the deep pool of ice forever, looking at her quietly, shed the fierce anger, cold sarcasm, and only one pair of eyes remained. See through peace, say over and over again: live on...
I know.
Chu Qiao slightly raised the corner of her mouth, smiled softly at the empty sky, and said softly: "I will always persevere."
She turned her head, looked at the rolling camp, and said calmly, "I will always protect you."
In the autumn of 778 in the Bai Cang calendar, under Longyin Pass, Xia Jun completed the first encirclement in history. Nearly 130,000 soldiers and horses surrounded Longyin Pass from all directions. shipped. It is foreseeable that a battle of great disparity in strength is about to begin.
Although this time Zhao Yang was still facing Chu Qiao who defeated him in Chidu and Beishuo, but this time he was not worried. Firstly, Longyin Pass is very close to Yanming Pass, and he has prepared a sufficient reserve army. Once he finds out that it is a trap, he can return to the city calmly; secondly, Chu Qiao has no city to hold on to this time, no The sharp arrows can be used, and the Xiuli army composed of 5,000 light cavalry and a group of old, weak, sick and disabled are fighting head-on with his 100,000 heavily armored army on the plain. Finally, the news came back. Just seven days ago, Yan Xun and Chu Qiao fought outside Beishuo City, killing and injuring tens of thousands. Now the backbone of Datong in Yanbei is completely dead and injured, leaving only Chu Qiao alone. If this kind of fighting situation is still a trap, then he can only say that Yan Xun is too ruthless and clever, and it is not something ordinary people can resist.
In the early morning of September 18th, when the sky was just dawning and the fog filled the air, a burst of clanging drums and bugles sounded suddenly, like lightning piercing the sky, piercing the most fragile hearts of the Xiuli Army and the people.
The morning sun pierced through the white mist, casting golden shadows on the vast wilderness. Daxia's iron-gray armor is like an overwhelming ocean, spreading across the end of the plain bit by bit, with heavy footsteps stepping on the ground, the deafening sound seems to drill from the soles of the feet to the spine. The people screamed in panic. They leaned close together, looking at the vastness opposite them in awe. Compared with the crowd opposite, their small group of people was like a speck of dust.
"My God!" Someone sighed in a low voice, "What is that, is it an avalanche?"
"preparation!"