Happy Valley.
Blood dyed the snow red.
The Beirong soldiers who were besieged from all sides and the Nanping soldiers who were defending the ridge were in a stalemate for nearly three hours. Both sides were exhausted. No one wanted to give up easily. They both thought that it would be the last time and they would use up energy to defeat the other.
Beirong tried every possible method they could think of, but they still failed to take down the slope and were frustrated again and again.
For example, he used cut-off fresh horse legs and stuck them on the gently sloping ice. When the cold wind blew and froze them, they became as hard as stones to make ladders that could be climbed. However, the damned barbarians poured boiling water on them, causing them to fail. They couldn't possibly cut off all the horse's legs to build ladders.
I don’t know how the barbarian brought so much firewood to this place.
It has been burning for such a long time, and you can still see billowing smoke from the firewood on the slope, in seven or eight places.
Later, he used his robes and sleeves to fill up the soil and filled in more than a dozen roads. Unfortunately, the roads were filled in and it was difficult for people to get on. Every time they attacked, the barbarians used fire oil bottles to burn the roads into blazing flames. The soldiers were in a dilemma.
In this way, time passed, and the arrows carried by the soldiers of the Beirong cavalry were almost exhausted. On the slope, the barbarians were still firing arrows to fight back, and there were still bottles of kerosene for use, which made the tribal leaders below very angry. The barbarians prepared The supplies are so abundant.
This amount of money has not been exhausted, and no one is willing to use the lives of their own tribe to pile it up.
On the grassland, only with the strength of the people can the tribe not be bullied and annexed by other tribes, and only then can the tribe continue to survive.
When the youth is gone, the tribe ceases to exist.
There is no point in fighting desperately
The leaders of the Poxia tribe have been quarreling over whose people should die more. They almost broke up several times and each went back to their respective families. However, they were dragged and persuaded by the leaders of other tribes. The overall situation was more important and they stayed again. Keep chewing on this dry hard bone.
If the barbarians are allowed to taste the sweetness this time and have hope, they can simply occupy Paoma Ridge and build a city.
All the tribes who are trying to make a living within three hundred miles nearby will feel like they have something stuck in their throats, and they will be wary of going out to graze.
Therefore, they must eat these barbarians who dare to offend, whether it is killing a chicken to scare the monkeys, or killing one to scare a hundred, to show the barbarians in Sihuang City how powerful they are, even if they pay a high price, they must win.
The Beirong soldiers at the bottom of the slope were having a hard time attacking, and the Nanping soldiers on the slope were also having a hard time defending.
Zhuang Xie was covered in blood, his shirt was torn in several places, his eyes were not eyes, and his nose was not a nose. He had just assisted the soldiers to fight back several waves of enemy attacks that almost rushed to the ice and snow wall. In the chaos, he also exchanged a few moves with the opponent's cultivators. His left arm Fucked.
He couldn't bear it anymore, so he jumped to the other side of Paoma Ridge, found Shan Liwen, who was not much better looking than him, and shouted with dissatisfaction.
"Old Dan, when will the reinforcements arrive? It's at this hour. My people can't hold it anymore."
Shan Liwen was no longer calm as before, his eyes were bloodshot, and his temper became more and more irritable. He wiped the blood on his face and replied with squinting eyes, "How did I know that the letter said it was before dawn? You have to resist it even if you can't resist it." , don’t talk about these useless things with me.”
Until now, there have been heavy casualties on the ridge, less than half of them are alive, and almost everyone is injured.
Soldiers from various tribes in Beirong took turns to attack again and again. Although the losses were considerable, the soldiers defending on the slope were also suffering with their lives.
The gentle slope of ten to twenty feet is only a sprint away. Many times, the Beirong people used arrow rain to suppress them, paved the road with sandbags, and led the cultivators to attack the ice wall. Fortunately, the cultivators on the ridge were outnumbered. , fought hard with the soldiers, drove the Beirong cultivators down, and then used fire bottles to block subsequent reinforcements from the Beirong soldiers.
Every time the Beirong people rushed to Paomaling, the soldiers on both sides suffered heavy casualties.
"Lao Tzu, Lao Tzu"
Fatty Zhuang's face was ferocious and covered in blood. When he heard the horn blowing from below, it stopped and sounded like a warning. Finally, he sighed and cursed, "That bastard, he's going to kill us."
Shan Liwen sighed and slowed down, "Lao Zhuang, keep on holding on. It's almost dawn. Even if the man named Liu is delayed on the road, Lao Gai will not ignore him. We are all old brothers. We have to trust Lao Gai."
"Oh, I can only trust my old brother."
Fatty Zhuang staggered and prepared to go to his defensive territory. He knew in his heart that Lao Gai only had 2,000 cavalry, which would not be of much use.
Lu Junjun emerged from under the snow boat filled with arrows. He grabbed a bloody sword in his left hand. His robe was soaked in blood, his hair was messy, his face was blue and white from the cold, and there was still a severed arrow shaft on his shoulder. His right hand was trembling a little. He took out a sealed bamboo tube from his arms.
Under the surprised gazes of the two men, the Army General Staff handed the bamboo tube to Shan Liwen and said in surprise, "Before departure, Mr. Liu told his subordinates that if we hold on at Paomaling for three hours and reinforcements have not arrived, the two commanders can act in accordance with the secret order." .”
Fatty Zhuang grabbed the bamboo tube with his hands, crushed it into pieces and took out a roll of paper inside. He threw it away and saw a strange expression on his face. He didn't say anything for a while and handed the paper to his boss.
Shan Liwen took the note and glanced at it. It read, "Send three yellow warning fireworks toward the southeast, one at intervals of three breaths." After thinking for a while, he couldn't figure it out. Lao Gai led the cavalry in a circle to go northwest. How come they were asked to go to the southeast for rescue?
Then he asked, "Mr. Liu, please tell me if there is anything else you can tell me."
Lu Changjun took a few steps closer and replied in a low voice, "Mr. Liu said that if the warning fireworks are sent out and no reinforcements arrive within two quarters of an hour, and Paoma Ridge really cannot hold on, we can order the soldiers to move to the southwest and southeast." Retreat in a certain direction, and the cultivators will take advantage of the chaos to escape."
Fatty Zhuang naturally understood that the so-called retreat was to let the soldiers cover the cultivators' escape. He laughed angrily and cursed, "How the fuck can I come up with some shabby ideas regardless of the little white faces of my brothers who live and die?" Leading troops to fight”
Shan Liwen patted the fat man and said, "Keep going." He took out three yellow flame tubes from his sleeve pocket and prepared to try to summon reinforcements, but he couldn't hold on anymore on the slope.
He couldn't use the lives of his soldiers to cover his escape, unless Paoma Ridge fell.
At this moment, a huge firework suddenly exploded in the northwest sky.
The red shines on the snow, dyeing it brightly red from far and near.
The shouts of killing came like a tide with the rumble of horse hooves. Countless bright spots of fire rose and fell in the air like raindrops. Balls of fire exploded behind the Beirong cavalry formation. They could be seen from miles away. When the cold light flickered, it was a large number of cavalry charging into the formation.
Shan Liwen and Zhuang Xie were stunned for a moment, then overjoyed and shouted at the same time, "Our reinforcements have arrived."
Zhuang Xie ran towards the south end of Paoma Ridge, shouting, "Brothers, our reinforcements have arrived. The reinforcements have arrived. Light the fire bottles, smash them out, and burn those scoundrels to death. Take revenge for our brothers, take revenge."
There were cheers and roars on the ridge, and lit fire bottles were thrown from the heights to the Beirong people who were in chaos below. They no longer had to save fire bottles and arrows. The soldiers who had narrowly escaped death could only vent their hearts. of excitement and hatred.
In an instant, the enemies below were in disarray.
Shan Liwen put the three flame tubes back into his sleeves and looked down from a high position to observe the majestic battle in the distance.
He estimated the size of the reinforcements to be about four to five thousand cavalry. This result made his newly relaxed heart worry again. Below, there were at least 6,000 Beirong cavalry surrounding Paomaling below. The leader reacted, gathered his troops' morale, and fought to the death. It was still unknown who would win.
Sure enough, he saw where the Beirong leaders were gathered a few miles away. There was only a moment of chaos, and then a rapid sound of horns sounded, and the Beirong cavalry on the other three sides quickly formed a team and gathered in the northwest direction.
Shan Liwen frowned, what was Liu Baiyi doing?
They won't just use these few reinforcements, they plan to fight the Beirong people head-on.
Many cultivators and generals on Paoma Ridge saw the problem and quickly restrained the soldiers to use fire bottles sparingly. Don't waste it on the few wounded soldiers down the slope who had no time to evacuate. Just use bows and arrows to greet them.
However, the offensive from the northwest was like a tidal wave, and pieces of fire bottles were thrown at the Bei Rong cavalry who dared to block and were short of arrows. The formation of the Bei Rong cavalry, which had finally been restrained by the fire, was in chaos again, and was covered by the subsequent arrow rain. Wash and kill again, and scores of people fell down.
The exhausted Bei Rong cavalry were actually vulnerable. They fled and retreated, and were followed by the Nanping cavalry who were biting tightly. When the newly assembled Bei Rong cavalry tried to stop them, they were met with the same fire again. They attacked in pieces, rained arrows, and then the cavalry charged into the formation and killed them.
The intertwined, orderly and extremely fast attacks were invincible, killing the Bei Rong cavalry and causing them to fall to their knees, making the reinforcements more and more incomparable.
Shan Liwen and others on Paoma Ridge were stunned by the flames that exploded with the help of fire bottles.
It was so sharp. Looking at this offensive, Liu Baiyi really planned to defeat many Beirong troops with these cavalry.
So damn man, this style of play is so enjoyable.
The blood of everyone on the slope was boiling with excitement, and they felt that all the bloodshed and sacrifices were worth it.
This is the first time they have seen the effect of large-scale concentrated attacks using fire bottles. It can be so gorgeous, so unreasonable and violent.
Suddenly, I heard loud noises and shouts of "reinforcements, our reinforcements" coming from the southeast of Paoma Ridge.
A red firework exploded in the southeastern sky, once again shining bright red on the snow.
Shan Liwen jumped up to a height of three feet and saw dense crowds of cavalry approaching quickly on the snow in the southeast. The sound of galloping horses was hidden in the sound of fighting in the northwest. Only when they got closer was they discovered by the Beirong cavalry.
In the firelight, a large golden flag fluttered and rolled, with two large black characters Donggu embroidered on it.
They are actually reinforcements from Donggu City
Shan Liwen fell to the ground and shouted "beat the drum, cheer"
With an unexpected reinforcement, the Beirong people will be completely defeated and there will be no chance of a comeback.
What a good method, Liu Baiyi didn't miss anything. ,,,
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