Dust is flying in the vast Gobi desert.

Uncountable Northern Barbarian cavalry came in line and walked slowly.

Under the sky, the dense Northern Barbarian cavalry was like a dark river, slowly flowing on the Gobi desert. But as long as you see this scene, you will feel nervous.

Because no one knows when this gentle river will suddenly become restless and turn into a torrent that rolls forward, annihilated everything ahead.

Water is good at benefiting all things without fighting.

But water can also be evil, with huge waves surging and overturning the world.

The goshawks soar in the sky, occasionally swooping down, bringing back weak prey.

On the back of the fiery red sweat-blooded BMW, the little prince of the Northern Barbarians wrapped himself tightly, with only a pair of eyes that looked like an eagle and falcon, staring ahead.

The three fast horses quickly emerged from the horizon, holding the flag of the Northern Barbarian Canglang in their hands.

Tuoba Hun slowly raised his hand, and the guard behind him immediately blew the horn hanging on the horse's back.

The Northern Barbarian Cavalry slowly stopped and waited for the fast horses ahead to approach.

"Report—"

As the horse approached, the knight immediately spoke loudly, "The latest news came from the Tang Kingdom, King Yan is not dead!"

The King of Yan is not dead!

The news came from the mouth of the horse knight, and it didn't even need to be spread, but it was already spread among the Northern Barbarian cavalry at a lightning speed.

In just a moment, all the Northern Barbarian Cavalry under Tuoba Hun learned about this bad news.

King Li Zhen of Yan was still alive, which was great news for the people of the Tang Dynasty. But for the people of the Northern Barbarians, it was shocking news.

King Yan, King of Hell!

"My warriors, you are afraid!"

"Faced with that demon, you have lost the courage of the descendants of Canglang!"

"Do you guys want to be cowards for life?"

"Let your children and grandchildren live forever under the fear of that demon?"

"Huang Fengkou, I, Tuoba Hun, your little prince will take the lead in charge!"

"The descendants of Canglang are never afraid!"

"out--"

Tuoba Hun raised the morale of the people around him in just a few simple words. As for other cavalry, he didn't need to raise the points one by one, as well as the people around him to influence them.

They are the descendants of the Canglang, and they are fearless!

The war horse gallops, and the target is approaching Huangfengkou.

Once, in the battle of Huangfengkou, the Northern Barbarians suffered a crushing defeat, which created the reputation of King Yan Li Zhen.

Now, Tuoba Hun, the little prince of the Northern Barbarians, will take Huang Fengkou and avenge his previous shame.

Tuoba Hun came here and brought tens of thousands of knights, all of whom were three riders.

He acted in a surprise attack!

But in fact, Tuoba Hun did not want to take Huang Fengkou suddenly. He wanted to take Huang Fengkou upright and let the Tang people know the courage of their Northern Barbarians.

...

At this time, at Huangfengkou, less than a thousand defenders were waiting for battle.

News of the war has been passed back to the Tang Dynasty, and reinforcements are on the way, but no one knows when the reinforcements will arrive.

And before the reinforcements arrived, the only thing they could do was fight to the death!

The Tang Dynasty border army will die and never escape.

The King of Yan once broke the backbone of the Northern Barbarians at Huangfengkou. Now, since they guarded Huangfengkou, they cannot lose the reputation of the King of Yan.

"Captain, here we come!"

"Here you come!"

In the pass city at Huangfengkou, Guan Ting, the Renyong Captain who was commanding a thousand people, was sharpening his sword, and his personal soldiers suddenly rushed in.

"Let's go, kill the thief with someone!"

Guan Ting picked up the big knife and headed outside.

"Wrong, wrong, no, no, yes, reinforcements are coming!"

"What?"

Hearing the words of his personal soldiers, Guan Ting paused, "Are reinforcements coming?"

"Why is it so fast?"

As the news of the war came, Guan Ting felt that his life had probably come to an end. But he did not think of escaping at the last moment, because he almost became a member of the Tornado.

Now, he wants to prove that even if he has not become a member of the Tornado, he is a man.

"Captain, still, go and see!"

The personal soldiers stammered.

Well, Guanting’s personal soldiers didn’t stutter because of excitement, but were already stuttering.

So when the court recruited troops, his family happily arranged for him to join the army.

Guan Ting also saw that he was pitiful, so he took him with him.

However, under normal circumstances, he is not responsible for the matter of sending orders and reporting.

Guan Ting thought of this and immediately widened his eyes, feeling that several other personal soldiers had run to the city again.

"Oh my God, these little brats will be in the ears of this lieutenant. If I hadn't seen the Beiman coming, I would have to beat them up!"

Guan Ting strode out of his courtyard and planned to go and see the reinforcements from the court first, but he didn't know if he could fight.

Then, Guanting saw several of his other personal soldiers, even many soldiers guarding the pass, and now they ran down from the pass.

"Little bastards, are you going to go to heaven?"

"I don't even guard the pass, I want to-"

Before he finished speaking, Guan Ting was stunned.

Eight-ox crossbow!

A series of eight-ox crossbows are being transported out of the pass, and some people are moving the eight-ox crossbows to the pass.

The Eight Niu Crossbow, which needed at least six people to lift, was actually carried by one person.

"I……"

Guan Ting swallowed and looked at Xu Laoer who was carrying the Baniu Crossbow to the Pass. He felt that he was still a human being?

When did the imperial court produce such a powerful man?

However, Guan Ting's shock had just begun.

Because the number of these eight cow crossbows is too large.

"Captain, then, over there, and there is still!"

The stuttering personal soldiers pointed to the other side.

There are civil servants who come to transport military supplies, but the armor worn by civil servants is higher-end than the equipment of regular military troops such as Huangfengkou.

Of course, this is not the key.

The key is why everyone is carrying a strong crossbow on these so-called civil servants.

No, some people also carry strong bows.

Carrying a strong bow and crossbow, do you think this is a civilian who escorts supplies?

"shoot--"

The powerful Guanting, who was shocked by reinforcements, was suddenly awakened by a roar. He turned his head to look and saw that the Baniu Crossbow shot a volley of shots on the city walls of the pass.

Guan Ting's eyes widened. Isn't this a prodigal son?

When he hurriedly ran up the city wall, he was even more shocked!

The Eight Niu Crossbow is not only placed on the city wall, but also under the city wall.

In front of the sight, on the city wall, the eight ox crossbow under the city wall was clearly a dense shooting.

"Good, it's still the right thing for my little sister!"

On the pass wall, Xu Laoer shrank and touched his upper body, a little scared.

Personally, brave, facing such a powerful weapon, is useless to useless.

Thinking of the scene where Fu Bao waved his little hand and said "Call, shoot, shoot", Xu Laoer suddenly felt that it was no longer good to practice martial arts!

No, if martial arts is useless, why do you practice every day?

Xu Laoer looked at his elder brother.
Chapter completed!