Happy Valley.
More than 16,000 Beirong cavalrymen gathered from several directions and surrounded the mound of soil, which was no more than 300 acres in size.
Shan Liwen and Zhuang Xie each took charge of one end, commanding the defense of the monks on the ridge. As soon as they started to engage in battle, they fought fiercely with the Beirong people attacking below the ridge, and they did not suffer any loss due to the small number of people.
Use melted snow water to pour the piled snow wall. When the cold wind blows, the snow wall turns into a hard ice wall, which is indestructible to arrows.
The tight and gentle slope also turned into a slippery ice slope due to the flow of snow and water.
With just this, the Beirong people's battle plan of clamoring for a single attack to deal with the Nanbarbarians on the mountain was thwarted.
The snow boats erected in layers on the ridge became shields for the soldiers to protect their lives.
Arrows in the air were like locusts. Shan Liwen was walking under the ice wall with a long sword in his hand, loudly encouraging the soldiers, "What are you afraid of? Don't look at the large number of them. They are just a temporary gathering. They did not prepare siege equipment or even a ladder." None, how can they climb up an ice slope more than twenty feet long and ten feet high and pile up human lives?"
"Mr. Liu has prepared enough arrows and fire bottles for us, so that we can hold on until reinforcements arrive."
"Besides, we are in the small Paoma Ridge, and there are more than thirty body refiners participating in the defense. The cultivators of the Beirong thieves tried twice and then did not dare to rush forward to the ice wall again. Why are they not their cultivators? There are not as many practitioners as us, and those who are afraid of death are afraid that they will never come back."
"So, brothers, we are not going deep alone. The two thousand cavalry brothers led by Governor Gai have retreated dozens of miles away to wait for opportunities. The army led by Mr. Liu is taking advantage of the opportunity we created to destroy Bailangpo, the pasture of the Beirong people.”
"Before dawn, reinforcements from all directions arrived in large numbers. By then, the more than 10,000 Beirong traitors were not enough to fill our teeth. It was all thanks to our efforts. Let our more than 2,000 brothers who are holding on to pick up the trophies first. Good luck. We can also divide it into the Beirong woman who was captured after Bailangpo was defeated. Although she is a little darker and her skin is a little rough, she is still a woman, isn't she?"
The inspiring words shouted by Shan Liwen Yungong echoed on the top of the mound where the battle was fierce.
What he said was as true as the truth, which made the soldiers' blood boil with excitement and strange laughter.
All kinds of dirty talk came out from the mouths of the soldiers at the bottom, and they were used to greet the Beirong herdsmen who were attacking down the slope.
What people are afraid of is not seeing the end.
With hope of survival, morale naturally arises.
A stone's throw away from the slope, the leaders and cultivators of Beirong tribes also heard Shan Liwen's roar.
Some people were scornful, while others urged the little leader to lead his soldiers to attack quickly.
However, the various tribes coming from Bailangpo had a dispute. They thought that a quick victory would not be resolved for a while and they would not be able to solve it for a while. However, Bailangpo's current defense is empty. If, as the barbarians on the mountain said, we were taken advantage of by the Nanmanzi army, the consequences would be disastrous.
Furthermore, there are only more than 2,000 barbarians in Paoma Ridge. Even if they are defeated, how much profit and water will they get?
Compared with what was lost, this business was such a huge loss that I even lost my pants.
Immediately, the leader flew his falcon back to report the news, and asked dozens of cavalry to quickly explore in the direction of Bailangpo, restraining the tribesmen from fighting desperately in order to preserve their strength.
Differences arose from this. The Beirong people's offensive slowed down, allowing the soldiers on the mountain who had been baptized by arrows to take a breather.
No matter how careful they were, more than a quarter of an hour of intensive attack still resulted in more than a hundred casualties on the ridge.
Chang Siguo led more than 20 heavy cavalry in an invincible manner and defeated several desperate attacks by the Beirong people one after another.
He used a fire bottle to burn the mountainous haystacks at the west end of Bailang Slope. He also burned the tents and sheepfolds within a hundred feet of the slope until thick smoke billowed out, leaving the old and weak at the foot of the slope too busy to take care of themselves, forcing them to retreat. Go back and put out the fire to avoid the tragedy of an elephant being killed by ants.
There were two figures roaring fiercely, leaping and running from the tent far down the slope at extremely fast speeds.
Liu Zhirou whispered "Two body refiners" and then looked at the circular stone tower building in the middle of the slope.
That strange place was closed, and under the light of the fire, people could be seen in the tower. It was obvious that someone was guarding it.
Qi Quan, the captain of Che, and others grabbed the war horses, led more and more cavalry, and defeated the strong guards of Beirong on the top of the slope. At this time, the top of the slope was being chased and killed to suppress the remnants of the Qing Dynasty, but no one from the stone tower came out. Helping hand.
The same was true for the Beirong cultivator who showed his face when the forage caught fire in the east and then retracted.
There is something strange everywhere that can only be noticed by onlookers.
"Send the signal, Red"
Liu Zhirou didn't look at the two old cultivators who were leaping up the slope, her face looked quite solemn.
Chang Siguo flicked his right sleeve, and a red warning firework was lit and thrown into the air.
"Bang", red flames exploded, the sky and the earth were blazing, and for an instant it almost suppressed the towering fire piles that reflected each other on the east and west sides of Bailang Slope.
He also saw something odd about the round stone tower.
There are currently three Beirong cultivators here, which are inconsistent with the message sent by the informant. He doesn't care. Just come two and kill a pair. It is not a big deal for him, but Liu Baiyi also has a secret plan. The reinforcements surprised him a little.
This guy is not boasting, but he has never used an ambush.
Chang Siguo glanced at the battle that was coming to an end on the slope, and his heart suddenly moved. He turned around and said, "Brother Liu, if a gentleman doesn't stand under a dangerous wall, why don't we let our brothers withdraw from Bailang Slope first?"
He waved his hand in the direction of two Beirong old cultivators who flew toward him with missing arms and legs.
The guard pulled the trigger and fired more than twenty crossbow arrows at the two men.
Liu Zhirou and Chang Siguo looked at each other, something in their hearts was touched, and they hurriedly shouted "Retreat, retreat quickly"
Chang Siguo kicked off his horse and fell to the ground, shouting, "Protect Mr. Liu and retreat quickly."
All the guards raised their crossbows, pulled the reins with one hand and quickly turned their horses' heads, protected Liu Zhirou from three sides, and ran down the slope of the earth wall gate to the south.
Chang Siguo faced the two old men who had dodged the first wave of crossbow arrows. He raised his chin, took a step forward, grabbed the black wooden bow, and rushed towards the old man on the left who was missing his left leg. He didn't even pull out his knife, he was so contemptuous.
"court death"
The crippled old man was enraged and his hair flew wildly.
He used the sword as a crutch to push a little further into the snow, and jumped forward on one foot, not slowing down.
The blade swept out a large piece of broken snow and mud, and swooped towards the arrogant black barbarian on the opposite side in a fan shape. Following the cold light of the blade, following the blinding dust, snow and mist, it suddenly bloomed fiercely and slashed away, and the strong wind roared. .
"careful"
The old man with a broken leg slashed into the air with a ruthless knife, knowing that something was wrong. When he heard the old man with a broken arm yelling to remind him, he rolled onto the snow without thinking, and the blade of the knife swept in circles like a white practice.
"Boom", the bowstring sounded softly, close to my ears.
The tumbling body of the old man with a broken leg was suddenly thrown heavily, and then fell to the snow and got stuck. Suddenly, an arrow hit the side of his neck.
Kill with one arrow.
Another old man who had already reached close to him saw that there was no way to rescue him. He turned around without hesitation and ran wildly in the direction he came in. He waved his machete with his left hand for protection, and the sword could not be splashed with water.
Chang Siguo tapped his toes, moved sideways for several consecutive steps, and followed the old man with the broken arm down the slope like a shadow.
He had a different experience in using the three steps of expulsion from dust.
The moment the old man jumped onto the earth wall, the sound of a bowstring sounded.
The sword light dissipated, and the old man's old face was full of disbelief. He was hit by an arrow in the forehead, his body fell back and fell heavily, rolling on the snow and never moving again.
Chang Siguo stood on the snow-covered earth wall and saw the heavy horse protecting Liu Zhirou running down the earth slope smoothly. He turned around and shouted, "Mr. Liu has an order, everyone must evacuate from Bailang Slope immediately."
The roar was urgent and spread to the top of the slope within a three-mile radius, making the sound of killing silence.
The soldiers who didn't know what was going on, amidst the roaring orders of the generals and cultivators, urged their horses to retreat towards the nearest earthen wall door, causing the snow to splash. They didn't know what had happened, but on the battlefield , it is always right to obey orders.
It's just a pity that there are trophies all over the floor, and I haven't had time to clean them and peel them off.
There are still dead and injured brothers waiting for treatment and recovery.
Chang Siguo picked up the sword dropped by the old man, but before he could turn around and pick up another sword, the two of them jumped down the slope, and heard several loud "booms" in succession.
The ground shook, and the blazing fire on the top of the slope tilted and collapsed with sparks all over the sky.
There really is a large-scale subsidence mechanism
I just don’t know what the losses were to the soldiers at the top of the slope.
The unusual round stone tower was a trap to induce them to attack. No wonder the hilltop cultivators did not participate in the battle.
He also thought of the various strange arrangements on the top of the shallow green peak, so he became vigilant, and with a cautious mind on precautions, he did not protect Liu Zhirou and gather many soldiers and generals to besiege the stone tower after wiping out all the remaining enemies on the top of the slope.
Otherwise, except for a few of their cultivators, not many could escape this disaster, and they would almost be caught in one fell swoop.
It's better to be careful when sailing the ship of ten thousand years. ,,,
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