call!
call!
call!
The snow fell without warning.
It's still late at night, and the sound of wind is like snow and brocade.
Dark canyon.
Steep mountain walls.
Thick fog filled the air.
During the brief fight between Zheng Haoran and the Wolf King, they met each other and broke off their respective weapons. Not only did Zheng Haoran's face not show any anger or resentment, he rode horseback and galloped in the canyon. Zheng Haoran laughed non-stop throughout the whole process and was very happy.
Rumble, rumble——
Not long after Zheng Haoran and others returned to the canyon, there was a rhythmic vibration behind them - it was the sound of the barbarian's iron cavalry trampling on the ground and charging towards the canyon.
The mountain walls on both sides of the canyon shook uncontrollably, and gravel fell from above from time to time.
"They want to counterattack!"
Zheng Xiu looked back, feeling slightly shocked.
The Yalasuo Mountain Canyon is worthy of the title of "Wall of Sighs" in the Northern barbarian proverb. This word "sigh" will not only make the Zheng family sigh for both sides of the war, but will also make the barbarians sigh once the offensive and defensive sides reverse.
The canyon walls are steep and straight, with many sharp protrusions, and can barely accommodate five horses abreast. Such a narrow canyon, unlike a plain, cannot accommodate a large-scale army formation and charge.
If a tiger comes, you have to walk with your legs crossed; if a pack of wolves comes, you have to walk one by one in a queue; no matter how many armies pass through the Yalasso Mountain, they can only enter the valley in batches. Therefore, strictly speaking, Mount Yalasuo is the real "geographic boundary" between the "Northern Barbarians" and the "Daqian" in the due north direction.
Zheng Xiu recalled his journey to Bagnamo Mountain after crossing the canyon. Although the deeper you go into the hinterland of the Northern Barbarians, the more severe the climate becomes. But the terrain tends to be flat, suitable for cavalry attacks.
In other words, once Zheng Haoran leads his army through the Yalasuo Mountains, even if he is alone... he will be able to defeat a thousand with one horse!
This sounds like a fairy tale. How can the power of one person conquer the various tribes of the Northern Barbarians? No one thought it was possible at first, but Zheng Haoran forced his way into the valley and clashed with the Wolf King. Both of their weapons shattered into pieces. With just one look, the Wolf King saw Zheng Haoran's strength, and the Wolf King saw Zheng Haoran's strength. The scary part.
As for letting Zheng Haoran cross the natural chasm of Yalasuo Mountain?
The Wolf King doesn't dare!
Is Zheng Haoran strong?
powerful!
It is understandable and beyond doubt. But in terms of true weirdness and perversion, Zheng Haoran is not as good as Jun Buxiao, the [actor] in the disaster prevention bureau; in terms of the lethality of the natural alien technique, Zheng Haoran is not as good as Feng Bei; even Zheng Xiu used all his strength to create demonic possessions and strange things When he sacrifices himself, he takes the risk of being struck by lightning to hit his father. It seems that... he can also hit him?
Zheng Xiu is now well-informed and can move freely through the Bund. Zheng Haoran cannot be ranked among the top among all the weird things or thaumaturgy people he has encountered.
However, to talk about strength and weakness regardless of the times is to act like a hooligan.
Now it is more than twenty years ago, before the candle ceremony is about to be completed!
A time when there is no magic or magic in the world!
In this era, Zheng Haoran has shown terrifying strength that is different from ordinary people. The various miraculous things about him and his unreasonable iron fist reminded Zheng Xiu of two hundred years ago, when he was also in the "high place where the cold was unbearable" Situation of the Sierra Leone.
Xie Luohe was the proud son of heaven in the martial arts era two hundred years ago;
Twenty years ago, Zheng Haoran was also the proud man of this era.
The Wolf King personally experienced Zheng Haoran's strength, and he did not dare to let Zheng Haoran pass!
That's why Zheng Haoran dared to formulate a strategy of counterattack and defense. He was sure that the Wolf King did not dare to let him in, and did not dare to let Zheng Haoran go further into the hinterland. He did not dare, he did not dare, he did not dare!
Zheng Haoran was able to drag the Wolf King and his 10,000 troops here with an army of less than a thousand men and by taking advantage of the favorable location!
in this way……
"With my army, I will give Daqian a slim chance of victory!"
"The whole army obeys the order!"
"Archers in formation!"
"Bend the bow!"
"Hold your breath!"
"volley!"
call out! call out! call out!
After the confrontation with the Wolf King, Zheng Haoran led Zheng Xiu and others out of the canyon. The Wolf King tentatively chased after him with his army, and his cavalry rumbled behind him. As soon as Zheng Haoran left the canyon, he began to command the Zheng family's army to change formations.
The archers came out and hundreds of people fired volleys.
"Cum again!"
Another shower of arrows hit the canyon with perfect accuracy.
"Uuuuuu——"
A dull war cry sounded in the canyon, and the drums continued to beat.
A handful of the cavalry charging in the canyon fell like wheat. As the war horns and drums sounded passionately, the barbarian cavalry in the valley flicked their wrists, and a folded fan blade appeared on their wrists. The metal fan blades opened with a pop. In an instant, it turned into a small curved shield.
Zheng Xiu squinted at this scene and was shocked. He had a chance to catch a glimpse of this strange fan-shaped deformation shield during the army of the Western Regions two hundred years ago. Unexpectedly, this strange weapon appeared again on the ancient battlefield of the Northern Barbarians twenty years ago.
Then I thought about it, the Thirty-Six Kingdoms of the Western Regions and the Northern Barbarians all had the shadow of Zhu behind them. It is Zhu who has planned every hundred years of rituals behind the scenes, and it has been thousands of years since then. It seems that when I think about it, everything becomes natural.
Ding ding ding ding!
The second wave of arrow rain was easily blocked by the small fan-shaped shield, and the sound of iron hooves came closer to the exit of the canyon.
"The number of the Northern Barbarian army under the Wolf King is more than ten times that of Zheng's army. Once the first batch of cavalry breaks through the canyon, on the flat terrain, the performance of their black wind horse mounts far exceeds that of Da Gan's war horses. In the cavalry battle, Da Gan's The army will be defeated and defeated!"
Zheng Xiu took a deep breath and was about to take action.
Zheng Haoran was riding shirtless on a war horse, with a ferocious face and a bright smile.
"Brothers! Let's fight!"
"Abandon the bow!"
"Raise your shield!"
"Array of shields and spears!"
"Stand in your way of death!"
Clang, clang, clang!
The war bows were neatly thrown to the ground following Zheng Haoran's orders.
The thousand-strong Zheng family army quickly changed their formations in a dazzling but orderly manner, and completed it under Zheng Xiu's surprised eyes.
During the whole process, only Zheng Xiu and the monk were left standing there blankly, not knowing the reason for the military formation, which seemed particularly abrupt.
What's strange is that everyone's faces are covered with cold visors, and the two eyes exposed reveal nothing except the mouth of the canyon where the barbarian cavalry is about to break through.
They seemed to be unable to see Zheng Xiu,
No monk can be seen,
Can't see the full moon,
Can't see the heavy snow,
In their ears, Zheng Haoran's command was the only thing left. In their hands, they only had guns and shields. In their eyes, there was only the narrow mouth of the canyon!
They were so focused that no matter whether they were injured or suffering from frostbite, under Zheng Haoran's orders, they seemed to have become a majestic war machine, which was intimidating and full of pain. cold.
Boom, boom, boom!
Zheng Xiu's chest felt tight, as if something pushed him in front of him, and he couldn't help but take a few steps back.
His shoulders sank and he collided with the monk.
"you also?"
"you also?"
The two looked at each other, inexplicably surprised. They were simultaneously "ejected" out of the formation by a strange and invisible thrust.
Zheng Jiajun... no, even Old Li Tou and Zheng Haoran seemed to have forgotten the two "little transparents" Zheng Xiu and the monk at this moment. After a quick change of formation, the Zheng Jiajun, who was wearing heavy armor, took heavy steps, carried a large shield, and lined up layer by layer, reaching the entrance of the canyon.
Behind the shield soldiers were spearmen holding spears. They followed closely behind them, their spears projecting a cold light from the gaps in the shields.
Boom!
The sound of the black wind horse's iron hooves is close to my ears, hoo! A gust of fishy wind suddenly blew out from the mouth of the canyon - it was the foul-smelling breath of the black wind horse. The Black Wind Horse is fed in a special way. It eats no food and grass, but feeds on the blood and flesh of cattle and sheep. It roars with murderous intent and a fishy stench.
This is the super war horse that Manzi has cultivated for hundreds of years.
coming!
The black wind horses charged in the narrow valley, and their terrifying speed actually caused a change in the wind direction outside the valley mouth. Between puffs and puffs, whirlpools wrapped in snowflakes were visible to the naked eye, like tornadoes, raging in the canyon.
Even a strong adult cannot stabilize his body in this whirlpool and tornado. Their charge alone can make people stagger and become unstable.
The shield soldiers of the Zheng family army sank at the same time and remained motionless.
"drink!"
Finally, the cavalry came with a bang, like a black angry dragon or a black iron cannonball, colliding with the shield fearlessly.
The black wind horses are covered with vests. When the ordinary shield soldiers encounter the black wind horses' collective charge, they will be knocked upside down under the terrible impact. The barbarians who are good at fighting are matched with the invincible war horses. This is the confidence and strength of the Wolf King to invade Daqian.
Before the two came into contact, Zheng Xiu originally wanted to take action.
But at this moment, when he was "bounced away" by the invisible force and saw with his own eyes the Zheng family army formed into a military formation, he slowly put down his right hand, stared, held his breath, and quietly watched what was about to be staged in front of him... …"history"!
He had a "gut feeling" without any basis.
Zheng Haoran, he will not lose!
He won't lose!
At this moment, Zheng Haoran was riding on a war horse, giving Zheng Xiu a feeling that it was absolutely impossible to lose.
boom!
The huge noise was accompanied by the vibration of the ground, which rolled up fine snow and blew it towards the monk and Zheng Xiu.
Zheng Xiu and the monk lowered their bodies and put their hands in front of their faces.
Zheng Xiu waved his hand expressionlessly, and the snow fell. When he saw clearly, he was even more surprised. The shield soldiers of the Zheng family army did not even take half a step back under the charge of the black wind horse, which was like a giant hammer. Everyone's knees were bent, making a sound like grinding teeth, and the shields were pressed deeply back. , pressed against their jaws and chests, and their whole bodies were pressed into an upside-down bow. However, no one took even a step back!
The effect of force is mutual. The Zheng family army did not retreat, and the charging momentum of the Barbarian cavalry could not be stopped. The front was blocked. The second and third rows of cavalry following them were unexpected and hit hard. He pointed at the buttocks of the first row of cavalry.
"hiss--"
In the severe pain of squeezing, the Black Wind Horses all let out shrill screams.
"puff!"
The black wind horse in the first row was squeezed, and there was a strange "poof" sound in the belly. Then pieces of internal organs were spurted out of the horse's mouth, blood spurted out, and in the blink of an eye it was frozen into ice shards of different sizes.
The black wind horses in the second row collided with the black wind horses in the first row, and their momentum continued unabated. They turned head and feet down, flipped high, and fell forward.
hiss!
"Vada!"
"Woo!"
Zheng Xiu could no longer describe the tragedy in front of him with words. After thinking for a moment, he could only think of four words - people turned upside down and horses turned upside down.
A real person is overwhelmed!
"Hahaha! Assault!"
Zheng Haoran's voice was like thunder. With a big move of his hand, a broken long knife on the ground was attracted by him and drawn into his palm. Then the military order was issued, and the Zheng family's back row spears stabbed at the same time!
call out!
The seemingly ordinary spearmen stabbed together. In an instant, the spears in their hands seemed to extend several times. The moment they stabbed, the chaotic wind and snow in the valley were pierced by the invisible wind of the spears, creating vacuum-like holes.
laugh! laugh! laugh!
People, horses, wind, and snow were all penetrated, and the horrific bloody holes penetrated the first, second, and third rows of the barbarian cavalry at the same time!
"Stab again!"
"Stab again!"
"C-camp retreats!"
"Pick up the bow!"
"Bend the bow!"
"Hold your breath!"
"volley!"
"Lancers in formation!"
"Stab together!"
"The shield soldiers of the A-shaped battalion retreat!"
"The shield soldiers of the Y-shaped battalion are arrayed!"
"..."
This defensive counterattack gradually became without suspense.
Zheng Xiu and the monk watched the whole process quietly, silently.
Zheng Haoran did not take any action during the whole process and was responsible for the command. But his soldiers seemed to have changed into another person that night, brave and invincible. They were twisted into a steel bar. No one was injured or killed.
The monk clasped his hands together: "Young monk understands, this is General Zheng's miraculous technique."
Zheng Xiu turned around with a strange look on his face: "Unity is strength?"
The monk's expression changed slightly. He shook his long sleeves and hid his hands in the sleeves, with a strange smile on his face: "Little monk... I don't know."
Feng Bei didn't know when he came behind the two of them.
She was still dressed as a scout.
The face is covered with black cloth, the ponytail is tied up, the right side of the face is covered by long hair, the whole body is wrapped in night clothes, and his hands are covered with gloves.
"You also...?"
Feng Bei held the orange cat in his arms, tilted his head slightly, and asked.
She wanted to confirm one thing.
Zheng Xiu and the monk nodded at the same time.
"I, too, was pushed away."
Before Zheng Xiu could ask another question, Feng Bei had already answered.
"Husband, what do you think?"
Zheng Xiu smiled bitterly: "I suspect this has something to do with our identities. The three of us appeared out of thin air and were not Zheng Haoran's soldiers. The afterimage of history is also 'history', a part of real history. In the final analysis, we are 'outsiders' '."
"Open my eyes for me."
Zheng Xiu snatched the orange cat from Feng Bei's arms. He remembered the effect of the orange cat's claws in Lu Town.
The orange cat flattened its mouth and patted its belly.
"Xiao Monk, there are steamed buns here."
The monk had sharp eyes and put a piece of steamed bun that was frozen hard into the orange cat's mouth with a shy face.
Click!
The orange cat's teeth were chipped.
The orange cat became angry and slapped the monk far away with his paw.
After the monk rolled away like a ball, Zheng Xiu raised his eyebrows: "The monk is kind-hearted and stubborn. If you don't want to, he will keep feeding, keep feeding, keep feeding, keep feeding."
Zheng Xiu spread his hands and said, "He is a gang leader, and he has a lot of frozen steamed buns."
The orange cat bit the hard bun, its meowing eyes widened, its vertical pupils rounded in fright, and it made a sharp "cat purr" sound. The orange cat finally spat out the steamed bun, reluctantly stretched out its paw, and patted Zheng Xiu's eyelids twice.
The orange cat took action, and Zheng Xiu's eyes suddenly opened up, and he could see countless things clearly.
The vision changes and becomes extremely clear.
Zheng Xiu turned his head and looked at Zheng Jiajun who was still fighting.
The Zheng Jiajun was still under the command of Zheng Haoran, changing their formation flexibly.
Everyone's body was covered with a layer of bloody light, and the bloody light wrapped everyone into a whole. In Zheng Xiu's eyes, this army was like a bloody sun, shining dazzlingly.
The blood-colored light gathered together, like armor or a pool of water. A blood-colored light extended from everyone's heads, twisted in the air, and finally converged on Zheng Haoran's body.
Gradually, Zheng Xiu could see more clearly. The blood-colored light was like a blood vessel, with a faint light flowing inside.
Zheng Haoran conveyed "blood flow" to everyone through the "vessels". The "blood flow" made the soldiers integrated and exploded with amazing combat power. Finally, all the "blood flow" was returned to Zheng Haoran's body.
"Born a stranger..."
"A born general..."
After being caught by the cat, Zheng Xiu was shocked by the strange vision in front of him and gradually became fascinated by it. The flow of blood vessels seems to hide the truth of heaven and earth. It is obviously weird everywhere, but it gives Zheng Xiu a sense of "it should be like this" and "flowing clouds and flowing water".
It was as if Zheng Haoran and his soldiers were a whole, born that way.
After an unknown amount of time, three onlookers witnessed the victory of this defensive battle with their own eyes. As the remnants of the barbarian soldiers retreated crying for their fathers and mothers, the blood-red light faded from the Zheng family soldiers who remained motionless, and they fell to the ground one after another as if they had been drained of energy.
Lao Li gritted his teeth and inserted the long knife into the snow. His body swayed and he managed to stay steady, but he was dizzy. The white snow turned into a colorful illusion before his eyes.
Zheng Haoran looked down at his fists, silent and motionless on the horse, with a trace of surprise in his eyes.
The horse under him was exceptionally quiet, as if it was connected to Zheng Haoran's mind and not like an animal.
Watch it all.
From the beginning to the end of the war.
Zheng Xiu witnessed all this.
There are three realms of heaven, earth and man.
Three statues and nine figures.
Zheng Xiu compared the door path map he had researched with Zheng Haoran one by one.
"This is the 'General's' innate alien technique..."
Zheng Xiu touched his chin and paused. After thinking about it, a word came to his mind and he blurted out: "Control?"
(End of chapter)
