Hu Yanjian leaned on the big tree, hugged his arms, and looked at the gloomy sky through the dense yellow branches and leaves. Endless sadness rose from his heart. The melancholy mood was like the faint decay that permeated the air, full of the bleakness of early winter, withering and unresolved sorrow.

The howling mountain wind brings the sound of drums and whistling in front of the valley entrance, which is exciting and long. Sometimes, the neighing and angry shouts of war horses may be heard, making people clearly feel the spirit of the Xi people's boiling fighting. Behind the valley entrance, there is silent, only the surging waves made by the dragon, flag, and dragon, flag, and the dragon, flag, and the bird's dragon, flag, are like countless beasts opening their bloody mouths, with murderous aura soaring into the sky.

Hu Yanjian closed his eyes, and the memory gate suddenly opened, and bloody killing scenes passed through his mind like meteors. Hu Yanjian's breathing gradually became heavy, and his expression became colder. Killing is exciting and gives birth to passion, but it also makes people sink into darkness and suffer from pain and sorrow.

Hu Yanjian was suffocated and suddenly opened his eyes. The scene in his mind disappeared in an instant. Only a young and nervous handsome face was left in front of him. It was Murong Zhili, a famous nobleman wearing bright light armor and holding a bonnet, wishing he could not arm himself to his teeth.

Murong Zhili was a little confused and worried. Hu Yanjian's breathing was heavy just now, and he seemed to be overly nervous, but how could a horse thief like Hu Yanjian, who killed people like numb, licked blood on the knife, and had endured countless storms?

"Old injuries, hidden illness." Hu Yanjian understood Murong Zhili's eyes, stood up straight, and explained awkwardly, "It's nothing to do with it."

"Is it very serious?" Murong Zhili asked curiously, "Who hurts you? Turkic people?"

Hu Yanjian answered unintentionally, but when he saw Murong Zhili's young eyes, he suddenly felt a little touched. He was also an innocent, simple and fearless young man in life and death. Just like Murong Zhili today, he was willing to sacrifice his life to die just for the glory of Murong, and he was determined.

"I should have died, and buried my bones on the battlefield with my robes." Hu Yan Jian looked sad and said in a low voice, "But God favored me, I struggled on the line of life and death for more than a year, and finally survived, opened my eyes, and returned to this cruel world again."

This sentence has rich meanings, and Murong Zhili immediately had a guess. His eyes lit up, hesitated a little, and asked tentatively, "White Wolf, is it your robes?"

Hu Yanjian had nothing to say.

"Are you like Bailang, you are secret soldiers?" Murong Zhili asked anxiously.

Hu Yanjian looked at Murong Zhili in surprise, "Secret Soldier? Do you know the Secret Soldier? Why do you have such absurd guess?"

Murong Zhili smiled, and some young people were complacent, "Of course I know, and even knew that the strategy to recover Anzhou was from Wenxi Gong (Pei Shiju)."

Hu Yanjian also smiled and shook his hand, "Do you believe this kind of rumor? It's absurd and can't stand scrutiny at all."

"If you are a secret soldier, this is not a rumor." Murong Zhili firmly believes that his uncle will not talk nonsense. Since his uncle is very sarcastic, he is very credible. Besides, with his uncle's prudence, if he is not sure, how can he do his best to support Anzhou? How can he send himself to the battlefield in Anzhou with all his strength?

"The secret weapon is a tool, the tool of Wenxigong, and the tool of Dongdu fighting for power and profit." Hu Yanjian looked at Murong Zhili with a cold expression and anger, "The fate of the tool can be imagined, so what you see, what you hear, what you think is completely different from the facts."

Murong Zhili was surprised. He saw the bitter murderous aura in Hu Yanjian's anger, so he thought of the filth behind power. Although he had not experienced the bloody and cruelty of the political storm, he had witnessed many familiar people and families being destroyed in the storm. There was no wind or wave, and there must be ulterior motives behind the rumors, but these were not in Murong Zhili's consideration. What he had to consider was that if the power struggle of the senior officials of Dongdu was behind the recovery of Anzhou, then the Murong family would be forcibly pushed into the center of the storm by the Holy Lord and the Central Committee. Murong family had to charge for the Holy Lord, and Murong became the tool of the Holy Lord, and Murong's fate would be out of control.

"What is the truth?" Murong Zhili asked carefully.

Hu Yanjian laughed at himself and said with a pun, "The fact is survival. Only by living can you find a ray of light in the dark."

Murong Zhili was thinking, hesitating for a moment, and was about to speak when he heard a sudden alarm sound from the foot of the mountain, and then he heard the guards shouting loudly, "He is here, Xi Lu is here, Xi Lu is here."

Murong Zhili turned around suddenly, stared at the front of the valley mouth with his eyes wide open, and his facial expression was slightly stiff due to excessive tension.

Hu Yanjian stepped forward, reached out and patted his shoulder, "Live."

Then Hu Yanjian raised his right arm high, and waved in the air under the gaze of the surrounding officers, guards and flag soldiers, shouting wildly, "Thunder..."

"Kill!" In an instant, the sound of killing was like thunder, howling with the wind, and the mountains were shocked.

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In front of the horse stationing in Chuheyuan, looking at the entrance of the valley ahead, it looked cold. It was like the bloody mouth of a beast, and the battle flags roaring in the wind were like long tongue strips spit out by a beast, making people terrified and timid.

Chuheyuan was a little uneasy. If the enemy troops in front had only three or four thousand or more people or more, this battle would be safe. On the contrary, if the enemy deployed heavy troops here and deliberately lured his side to attack wildly, then this battle would be dangerous. However, when Bailang faced the fierce attack of the Turks, he still had the strength to free up more people to stop the Xi army? Chuheyuan did not believe that if Bailang had enough troops, he would not give up his original advantage and evacuate the Wuliu River, and let the Xi army quickly approach Fangcheng and form a joint attack with the Turks. Therefore, Chuheyuan had reason to determine that the enemy's blockade in front of him was just a temporary measure under Bailang's helplessness, and it was delayed for a while.

Chuheyuan's eyes turned to the hills on both sides of the valley entrance. The assault troops of Mohefu's troops and Qige's troops had already entered the enemy's range, but apart from the dense drums and whistles, there were no arrows shot out in the mountains. This gave Chuheyuan a lot of guesses. The opponent's troops were insufficient, so they had to use suspicious tactics? Or intentionally lure the enemy into deep, and wait until the Xi army began to attack up the mountain and was in an unfavorable position to cover them with arrows? If it was the latter, it was because the opponent's troops were insufficient, so they could only deploy a small number of troops on the hills on both sides to deceive the Xi army.

The assault army arrived at the foot of the mountain and set up defenses with war horses. Then they divided several teams and attacked from multiple directions, such as roaring sharp arrows rushing straight up the mountain. In this case, the ambushing army on the mountain could cover the shooting on a large scale unless the number of people had an absolute advantage and wasted arrows. Otherwise, they could only passively face the battle and also divided into small teams to block them separately.

The development of the battle was as expected by Chuheyuan. The enemy ambushed on the mountain was indeed blocking the attacks separately. The sounds of trumpets, fierce fighting sounds, various roars, screams and screams from the mountains can be judged that the two sides are fighting each other in close combat. Although the Xi army is going up the mountain to attack and being hit by the opponent, it is very unfavorable and the casualties will inevitably be heavy, but this is just the first round of tentative attacks. Once the opponent's background is found, you can invest in heavy troops and give the opponent a devastating blow.

Soon, whistling in the mountains, arrows roared in the air, and even more horns roared quickly, asking for help. This was a signal from the Xi army's assault team, and they could no longer resist it.

Mo Hehuang and Qigeheshan responded quickly, and ordered the follow-ups to follow up quickly, ordering all the assault soldiers hidden in the horse formation at the foot of the mountain to go up the mountain to reinforce immediately.

Chuheyuan breathed a sigh of relief. He believed that the first round of tentative attacks was quite effective, and basically tested the enemy's virtuality and reality. If the enemy had a large number of troops, he would definitely make good use of the high ground on both sides of the valley to reduce the heavy pressure of frontal blocking with two-wing arrow formations. On the contrary, he could only use suspicious soldiers to hinder and delay the time when his side captured the high ground on both sides as much as possible. Once the high ground was lost, the enemy would lose all the advantages and could only evacuate. To put it bluntly, the enemy was short of troops and could only try every means to delay the attack speed of the Xi army.

Chu Heyuan sneered and decided to attack and attack and kill him head-on. He and Mohefu's tribe and the tribe went out together with the three groups, giving the enemy a blow and killing him.

Chu Heyuan raised his arms and shouted loudly, "Choose the lead, kill!"

In an instant, the drums and trumpets sounded, causing the flag to fly, and the sound waves were like waves, heading straight for the front formation. Dozens of horns in the front formation were blown at the same time, flags were shrouded, feathers were flying, people shouted and horses were neighing, and murderous aura soared into the sky. Then five hundred strings were controlled to strike the horse out of the formation, like a rolling wave, whistling forward.

Under the king's flag in the rear, King Xi Ahui was seeing Mukun's control string attack, his face suddenly became gloomy and shouted angrily, "The command is Heyuan, don't attack. Without my order, no attack is allowed. Those who violate the order will be killed!"

Li Yi looked ahead from afar and smiled bitterly. Chuheyuan was too anxious and worried about the safety of Mukun's tribe. He wanted to fly to Suotoushui with both wings, which led to a misjudgment.

The first round is a test for our side, but it is possible for the enemy to lure the enemy. The high ground on both sides of the valley entrance is crucial and directly related to the victory or defeat of both sides. Therefore, under normal circumstances, since the enemy commander sets the battlefield here, he must have certain confidence. Otherwise, the high ground will be lost and the valley entrance will be dead, and there will be no battle to fight this battle. It is speculated that the enemy should deploy a certain number of troops on both sides of the high ground, among which the crossbowmen is the most, and the strength to protect the crossbowmen is limited in such close proximity. The Xi army's countermeasure is to focus on the high ground. Each time a certain number of troops is invested, it will not give the enemy crossbowmen the opportunity to cover the arrow formation, but can continue to consume the enemy soldiers who protect the crossbowmen. After a few rounds of battle, the initiative will be at the hands of the Xi army. The enemy's advantage is lost and they can retreat. The Xi army easily won the battle.

However, the Mukun tribe's storm is likely to suffer heavy casualties, seriously undermine morale, and lose all the good situation.

Chuheyuan received the order from Ah Huizheng, sneered at it and ignored it at all. In fact, even if he followed the order, it was too late. His five hundred elected knights had already spread their wings and soared in sequence on the battlefield, like five eagles flying in line, whistling towards the entrance of the valley.

"Boom..." The hooves sounded like thunder, deafening, and the strong murderous aura was like a sword that held the sky, and a sharp edge was drawn in the air, slashing forward with one knife.

The earth trembles, the mountains tremble, and the wind and clouds change color.
Chapter completed!