Under the Yunshan Pass.
There were corpses all over the ground, blood and rain mixed together, dyeing the entire pass and even the ancient roads inside the tube blood red. The black flags with the word Qin were hanging wetly, and some fell to the ground, where they were accumulated by countless footprints and blood. .
Among the chaotic figures, countless footsteps were chaotic, shouts of killing resounded throughout the valley, and countless frontier soldiers fought to the death with the Huns.
It's raining heavily.
Yifang's arm was trembling, and a steady stream of blood flowed from his arm.
Looking at the melee around him, Yifang looked pale and breathed heavily as he looked at all this, looking at the Huns, his eyes filled with hatred.
The people in the north are different from the people in the Central Plains. No matter how war-torn the people in the Central Plains are, they will not be like the people in the north. During the Zhao Dynasty, they were neighbors with the Huns. Only they, the Zhao people, knew what would happen if they were kidnapped by the Huns. All the men will be killed by the Huns, the children will be cooked by the Huns, and the women will be kept as livestock by the Huns.
The Zhao people and the Huns have been feuding for generations!
"ah!"
When a Huns came to kill him, Yifang looked at the Huns ferociously, with no fear in his eyes and even a desire to die.
With such an appearance, even the Huns were frightened. As they fought hard, the Huns were finally killed by Yifang's sword. Yifang looked ahead and was about to kill him. However, between each other, Yifang He froze in place and slowly turned his head to look behind him.
Behind him is Yunzhong Pass.
The sound came from outside Yunzhong Pass, and a bad premonition emerged in Yifang's mind.
Not only Yifang, but also some other frontier soldiers were also under the heavy rain. When they heard the movement from the north behind them, everyone was at a loss. Countless frontier soldiers covered in blood stood with swords in their hands and Chang Ge. In place.
As the movement grew louder and louder.
Even many people in the melee heard the movement, and many frontier soldiers and Huns looked to the north.
There was a vague look of uneasiness on the faces of the border cavalry officers, while the Huns were ecstatic. The originally desperate faces of countless Huns showed the excitement of the rest of their lives. In an instant, the Huns who were killed by the border cavalry and were so frightened, all The momentum surged.
Boom boom boom~!
There were more and more hoofbeats, and the sound became louder and louder.
Under the heavy rain, Yifang looked at the pass. After coming back to his senses, he quickly looked at all the frontier soldiers around him.
"Quick, block the pass!"
Yifang shouted and asked the soldiers on the border to go to the pass to block the gate.
After hundreds of side cavalry officers came to their senses, they all rushed toward the gate with sharp swords and long spears in hand. However, before they could take a few steps, countless Huns on horseback appeared in front of everyone. Under the heavy rain, Huns continued to swarm in.
"kill!!"
"kill!"
Seeing this, the soldiers on the border had no choice. They all held long swords and swords and fought in a melee with the Huns who suddenly appeared.
However, when a person is exhausted, not to mention that the border cavalry officers fought with the Huns for more than an hour, and most of them were injured. After such a long time, the physical strength of the border cavalry officers was no longer at its peak. With the Huns army coming from behind, the frontier soldiers were instantly at a disadvantage, and instead of surrounding the Huns, they were now surrounded by the Huns.
It's raining heavily.
As the Huns rode past, each of the frontier soldiers was hacked to death. Their faces were covered with hideous wounds, and they slowly fell to the ground with blood, trampled by the horses.
A powerful Huns army appeared, causing more and more frontier soldiers to die tragically under the sword of the Huns.
However, the desperate counterattack of the frontier soldiers also caused huge casualties in an instant to the Hun army surrounded from behind. Looking down from the sky with heavy rain, the Hun army was swallowed up by the battlefield like straw at a speed visible to the naked eye. Slowly disappearing into the battlefield, but a steady stream of Huns on horseback will replenish them.
"ah!!!"
Yifang stood in the battlefield, looking at the situation around him that was instantly reversed. He roared unwillingly in the heavy rain, his eyes red.
Looking at the soldiers who continued to die tragically, Yifang's heart was full of anger and unwillingness.
Looking at the Huns who were coming towards him, Yifang's red eyes were filled with madness, and he rushed towards the Huns with his sword in hand.
He turned sideways and struck back with a knife. A Huns fell down. Unable to dodge, he was cut on the shoulder. He turned and struck a knife in the horse's leg. The horse fell and the Huns fell.
Along the way, Yifang's eyes turned red, regardless of the increasing number of wounds on his body, and his eyes became blurry under the rain.
Vaguely.
Yifang saw a young man who seemed to be the leader of the Huns appear in front of him under the heavy rain.
The tired and weak Yifang tried his best to regain his consciousness. When he saw the Huns clearly, Yifang charged towards him with a ferocious face under the heavy rain and chopped off with his sword.
"drink!"
When the young Huns saw Yifang, they shouted angrily. Without pulling out the sharp blade, they rushed forward with bare hands. After avoiding Yifang's slashes, when Yifang swung his sword with his backhand again, he punched Yifang hard. wrist.
As Yifang's sword fell, the Huns man directly grabbed Yifang's neck, drew the sword with his backhand, and stabbed Yifang's abdomen with the sword.
It's raining heavily.
Yifang's whole body was cold, and his rain-filled pupils looked at the Huns in front of him, full of unwillingness. The blood slowly dripped from the corners of his mouth, mixed with the rain, flowed down his chin, and fell on the arms of the Hun man.
When the Huns stabbed for the second time, the third time, and the fourth time, Yifang finally became silent and kept his eyes open. At this moment, Yifang's eyes that were dissatisfied with the rain seemed to have a trace of emotion. With a hint of guilt.
Perhaps before his death, Yifang's last thought was that he felt guilty for not waiting for Bai Yan's arrival because so many soldiers followed him and could not return to Yanmen.
The young Xiongnu man panted slightly, threw Yifang's body on the ground, and looked at Yifang's body in the heavy rain.
Then he raised his head and looked at the battlefield in front of him.
He is Gu Jia, the son of Sangjia. Earlier, Man Chanyu, the leader, asked him and Murtuo to stay in the northern grassland to monitor the Yuezhi army. Later, when he saw that the Yuezhi army left in a hurry, he ordered Man Chanyu to head to Man Chanyu. Report, unexpectedly, I learned that Touman Chanyu was surrounded.
Therefore, Gu Jia and Mu Tuo quickly led their tribes to reinforce Touman Chanyu.
"Cut off his head and hang it on the city gate!"
Gu Jia said to his cronies beside him that Tou Man Shan Yu was ambushed by the Central Plains people, which made Gu Jia very angry. He wanted the Central Plains people to see the anger of the Huns and the price they had to pay for ambushing Tou Man Shan Yu.
"As you command!"
The two Huns heard Gu Jia's words and nodded quickly.
After Gu Jia finished his explanation, he turned to look at the battlefield in front of him, holding a bloody sharp blade, and walked slowly away.
(End of chapter)
