When the Heyang army withdrew from Weicheng, Li Tianxing stood on the top of the dilapidated city and watched the three armies retreat.
A month ago, the Heyang army attacked Weicheng. A month later, the Weicheng aristocratic coalition was defeated, and the Heyang army entered Weicheng.
In just one day, Weicheng was surrounded again.
This time, the Heyang army was defeated.
Going in and out of the city is like a drama.
But the cruelty of bloodshed and sacrifice makes people unable to laugh.
Like a lump in the throat.
"Jie Jie, Xie Xuan." Li Tianxing stood with his hands behind his hands, looking at Hulao Pass in the north, his black robes rustling in the cold wind, "Using the Southern Territory as a chessboard, this battle will last until the death between you and me!"
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The night wind howled, but the snow in the wilderness was still there. When the wind blew, it swept up into the night sky and hit people's faces painfully.
Li Tianxing was right, this was a failed team. They defended the city, but unfortunately, they lost.
When they witnessed their dead comrades on the battlefield stand up again, walking towards the enemy like zombies and throwing themselves into the enemy formation, the morale of the soldiers was already in chaos.
So Zhao Dun had to retreat.
Xie Xuan's "Three Day Order" is not considered a violation. On the first day, Zhen did not attack the city, and on the second day, he attacked the outer city. Now it is already midnight, and the third day has arrived.
Instead of waiting for the inner city to fall, it would be better to withdraw directly on the third day. In this way, at least 30,000 people can survive, and 30,000 people can return to Heyang City alive.
Heyang City can be defended.
When the Heyang Army captured Weicheng, no one thought that the war would continue, so no one defended the palace where the underground defense formation of Weicheng was located.
The palace was destroyed, and the Weicheng's defense formation collapsed. In Xian Zhen's eyes, Weicheng was no different from tofu.
To break the city, one sword is enough.
As for Heyang City's city defense formation, it is guarded by elite soldiers. It is impossible for the dead soldiers in the palace to let people enter easily and destroy the Zhoutian Formation.
"I thought you left the city the day before yesterday." Bai Ze sat on the horse and said to the fox-fur girl beside him.
"Are you worried about me?" Yu Youwei glanced sideways at Bai Ze and smiled sweetly.
Bai Ze saw her smile and nodded.
Yu Youwei looked at the young man on the horse. He was wearing not-so-dazzling black armor and his shirt was also in tatters, but the temperament between his brows and eyes was already very different from when she first met him.
If she had to describe it, it would be that Bai Ze has grown up a lot. When we first met, Bai Ze was a young kid who had just entered the world. He was cautious, vigilant, and daring.
Today's Bai Ze has matured a lot after experiencing the Dushan trip and the Weicheng War.
And only by seeing the cruelty of Jiuzhou's rivers and lakes with your own eyes can you truly understand that rivers and lakes are never crystal clear lakes, but turbulent and treacherous seas.
Undercurrents are everywhere.
The murderous intention is imminent.
"Actually, as soon as Uncle Long and I left the city that day, we noticed something was wrong. The ground was shaking, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards us." Yu Youwei said, "So we returned to Weicheng." After thinking about it, "When you galloped to look for me that day, I saw you and heard you calling my name."
"Then why didn't you agree?" Bai Ze was stunned.
"I want you to taste what it feels like to worry about a person's safety." Yu Youwei snorted, glanced sideways at Bai Ze, rode close to his ear, and whispered: "Just like that day when you went on an expedition, I was worried You’ll never be the same again.”
Bai Ze's deep eyes were panicked for a moment, and his ears quietly turned red.
"!!!"
He thought that after twelve years of traveling with Xie Xuan in the northern border, his face was as thick as a city wall, but at this moment, his heartbeat was actually a little faster.
"Dong dong."
"Dong dong."
Bai Ze suddenly turned around, and the corner of his lips accidentally brushed against the girl's fair side face, and the sweet fragrance lingered on the tip of his nose.
Not only Bai Ze was stunned this time.
Yu Youwei was also stunned.
Behind the two of them, Uncle Long's right hand was already on the sword, ready to draw the sword and chop off the kid's head at any time.
But his hand was suddenly held down by Qing'er. The deaf swordsman frowned and looked at the girl's personal maid, but he only saw Qing'er smiling naughtily at him.
"Are you..." Bai Ze's mind slowed down for a moment, and he finished half of what he wanted to say before suddenly stopping.
"What's wrong with me?" Yu Youwei asked him.
"Nothing!" Bai Ze took a deep breath.
"Haha." Yu Youwei chuckled.
"Why are you laughing?" Bai Ze asked her.
"I laugh, you look like a -" Yu Youwei gently pulled the reins, widening the distance between her and Bai Ze, "a young girl who has just begun to have a love affair."
White Pond:"……"
The Heyang Army marched under the stars and at night, with the Army of the Dead behind them that could catch up at any time. It took 30,000 men and horses three days to march quickly, and rushed to the foot of Heyang City on the evening of the third day, creating the peak of marching speed in the northern border in the past century.
Lu Qian, the acting lord of Heyang city guard, personally opened the city gate to welcome the army into the city and rewarded the three armies.
Bai Ze was invited to the dinner.
Before parting, Bai Ze asked Yu Youwei: "You mentioned that you were going back to Song Dynasty when you arrived in Heyang. What are your plans now?"
"The chaos of war is dangerous." Yu Youwei said, "Let's wait until the southern region is at peace. The one hundred thousand ghost soldiers in Weicheng are too fierce. I haven't figured out what they are going to do. It will take some time before they return to the Song Dynasty. Say it again."
"Okay." Bai Ze said.
"Come to the Chamber of Commerce to sit down when you have time. I haven't tasted the immortals from Zuixianlou for a long time. I'll treat you to a drink when the time comes." After Yu Youwei finished speaking, she got off her horse and got into the carriage that the Chamber of Commerce came to pick up.
Shopkeeper Dong drove the car himself, whipped his horse whip, and the luxurious carriage clattered away from Bai Ze's sight.
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Hulao Pass, Qingfeng Garden.
The person who came to drink tea today was not Wang Lang or Yuan Zhe, but a special guest.
The guest is dressed in white and has an ordinary face, but his aura is so deep that you can't see it at a glance. He has an appearance of about thirty years old, but his enchanting eyes make it clear that his age is far beyond thirty.
"It seems that you agreed to my previous proposal." Xie Xuan picked up the white jade teacup and said to the guest in white.
"It seems you are right, that person is not that easy to deal with." The man in white raised his glass, took a sip and said, "The tea is good, but unfortunately I prefer wine."
"I will definitely make it up next time." Xie Xuan said and asked him: "How is the situation in Dushan?"
"We can still control the situation." Baiyi Ke said, "Xian Zhen's 60,000 ghost soldiers passed through Dushan, and the 10,000 troops will always be there."
"Those monsters killed by ghost soldiers must have become like that." Xie Xuan said.
The man in white clothes said: "Yes. The four demon kings under me have barely controlled the situation, but the march route of that guy Xian Zhen is too long, so it is inevitable that some fish will slip through the net."
"However, I still have a question." Bai Yike said.
"Oh, what's the question?" Xie Xuan asked him.
"As far as I know, this ghost soldier kills people, and their death is like a lamp going out. Unless the person killed is obsessed with the sky before death, or has great magical powers, otherwise he will die completely." Bai Yike said, "Why first? Zhen’s ghost soldiers killed people, and those who were killed stood up and became his army?”
"Although you didn't fight Xian Zhen, the demonic energy remaining in Dushan should have made you aware of something unusual." Xie Xuan said, "To be precise, they are not ghost soldiers, but demon soldiers."
"Demon soldier?" The man in white was stunned.
"Xian Zhen's 60,000-strong army was destroyed in Dushan. The resentment and obsession of the 60,000 dead people will not be extinguished for seventy years." Xie Xuan sighed, "Someone used magic methods in Dushan to awaken those who were trapped in Dushan. Dead man in desperate situation.”
"In other words, these things are not ghosts after all?" Bai Yike breathed a sigh of relief, "I thought that the Zhongzhou Rebellion three hundred years ago was going to happen again in the north, but now I feel relieved. Not bad, not bad. "
"The living are humans, the dead are ghosts." Xie Xuandao, "In the eyes of the world, they are indeed ghost soldiers. After all, they are the masters of the dead who have been dead for seventy years."
"That's different." The man in white clothes said, "Everyone can chop him to death if he's a demon, but it's different if he's a ghost. It's easy for you Taoist sects to chop their noses off, but we people have to work very hard."
"Haha." Xie Xuan was amused by the words of the guest in white and shook his head, "Sure enough, the way a person looks when he is sitting on the throne is completely different from the way he looks when he gets off the throne. The first time I saw you , you are not like this."
"In your words, isn't it true that once is born, twice is familiar?" The man in white also smiled and took out a jar of old wine and two herring cups from the storage ring.
The guests in white clothes opened the mud seal, and the aroma of wine filled the courtyard.
He poured two glasses of wine.
He raised a glass and said, "To the Sword Emperor."
"To King Dushan." Xie Xuan raised his glass.
The two looked at each other, smiled, and drank the wine in one gulp.
Dushan's reinforcements are in place.
