After two months of marching, they finally arrived at Tongguan.

Tongguan, which crosses the main road of Tongshan, is undoubtedly a majestic pass that is rare in the world. The city wall is even more durable, blocking everything like a barrier.

Tu Shanjun, who was inside the banner, thought of a sentence: "The road through Xiongguan is really like iron."

The magnificent pass in front of us does not look like it could be built by ordinary mortals.

Moreover, with the national strength of Daliang, it should be impossible to invest so much manpower and material resources just to build a majestic city.

Rough and thick.

The nine-foot-high city wall looks like a hill.

Those who are pressed can't breathe.

No wonder many common people and even people with minor official positions were worried, but the gentlemen of Liangdu never worried that the Northern Wei Dynasty would march to plunder land.

With this natural chasm standing tall, unless a traitor opens the city gate to welcome the Wei army into the city, no matter how many lives are lost, it will not be enough to capture the city.

"This architectural style is somewhat similar to the enshrinement building." Tu Shanjun suspected that this might be the monk's method.

At the same time, he frowned slightly.

Since evil spirits and powerful ghosts and ghosts will be born on the battlefield, it will definitely attract heretics, casual cultivators, and demonic cultivators.

Zhao Shixian is a lesson learned from the past.

So we have to guard against those people.

But don’t worry too much.

It's not that Tu Shanjun despises casual cultivators, but that Gao Xiu cultivators simply don't like these evil ghosts.

Mortal warfare is limited after all, so it is only useful for Qi practitioners. What advanced cultivators need are higher-quality evil spirit ghosts.

Those ghosts must meet specific conditions. Not only are they inherently powerful, they can also advance quickly.

The handover at Tongguan is very simple, but quite complicated.

But these things have nothing to do with Wen Yue.

He is a pioneer official and does not need to care about secular affairs.

The early morning wind is chilly.

A small group of troops gathered under the tower.

There were about three thousand people wearing light armor and riding tall horses.

Wen Yue, wearing armor, stood on the city and looked down, his expression indifferent.

He just held the soul flag tightly in his arms.

Having never fought in a war, he felt a little unsure.

Especially when facing a huge crowd, it is inevitable to feel nervous.

Moreover, this force actually set up camp twenty miles outside the city openly, and obviously had no intention of leaving.

"Is this Tongguan?"

The leader of the city, wearing complete black armor, couldn't help but sigh: "It's so fucking majestic!"

The deputy general beside him hurriedly said: "General, the name Tongguan is well-deserved. Now that Liang Jun is locked up, it would be a bad idea to let the men attack the city."

Tuoba Bao narrowed his eyes and grinned: "Well, of course I know that this city is majestic and cannot be attacked alone."

"To attack the city, attack the heart first."

"Liang Jun has just changed defenses and his morale is unstable. You sent your men to scold their marching commander."

"What's that man's name?"

The deputy general hurriedly explained the information to Tuoba Bao: "General, that man's name is Geng Lie, the Minister of War. According to reports from Liangdu's spies, this man is violent and cruel."

"Servant? I think it's a dog!"

"Okay, let's scold him until we go out to fight. Let us try the abilities of these idiots first."

Hundreds of people lined up one after another, shouting curses at Tongguan with loudspeakers set up.

Three full days.

Geng Lie's face was already ashen, and he looked at the soldiers in the hall without saying a word.

Anyone can tell that the coach is in a bad mood.

The barbarians from the North are totally disrespectful when they curse others. They are really looking down on their female relatives.

The eighteenth generation of Geng Lie's ancestors were dragged out and severely humiliated.

Geng Lie felt something rapidly expanding in his chest.

It burned his heart and made him suffer unbearably.

Maybe it won't be long before it explodes and swallows him whole.

That's anger!

"The barbarians of the Northern Wei Dynasty are bullying others too much!"

Geng Lie was furious.

He grabbed the tea bowl on the table and smashed it on the ground.

Broken porcelain pieces hit everyone's feet and calves.

In the past few days, he had difficulty breathing.

And most importantly, he always felt that the way the soldiers looked at him was getting more and more wrong.

Even when walking on the streets of Tongguan, the people looked at him with something wrong.

In fact, Geng Lie was wrong.

All the soldiers have seen these markets for a long time, and even called them names during the war.

The common people are simply afraid and curious about the dignitaries. In fact, they don't even know who Geng Lie is.

But he couldn't hold back his anger, and he was often irritable by nature. Now he had been scolded for three days and had endured it for three days. He really couldn't bear it anymore.

He couldn't avoid the battle, and when he returned to Liangdu, there would be no good fruits to eat from him.

Why did Emperor Liang send an additional 30,000 troops? It means that if we want to fight, we must win.

At least on the surface we have to hold on to the stalemate.

It gives the people a feeling that the beam cannot be shaken.

Geng Lie looked around, as if waiting for someone to come forward.

However, the officers and soldiers were looking at their noses and their noses were looking at their hearts, and they had no intention of going to war.

Isn't this a naked joke?

They are all veterans. Who has never heard of the name Tuoba Bao, who was also known as the Qingqi General of the Northern Wei Dynasty. They went out to fight in the city with others, and there was no difference between them and dying.

Anyway, it was the coach who was being scolded, and they didn't want to be scolded, so they could just hide in the city like cowards.

It should be noted that if you do too much, you will make mistakes; if you don't do anything, there will be no mistakes.

As long as they don't go to war, Liang Jun will not be defeated.

Feng Gan learned the lesson just a few months ago.

"The last general invites you to fight."

The young, clear voice is sonorous and powerful.

When speaking, face everyone with your hands raised.

Geng Lie, who was already furious, looked at the man who asked for a fight.

All the soldiers couldn't help but look at the speaker.

They wanted to see who the stupid young man was, but they overestimated their abilities and wanted to fight Tuoba Bao of the Northern Wei Dynasty.

The man's body was tall and straight, and his dark red armor made him look even more heroic.

The bag is tucked under the ribs of the right hand.

It was Wen Yue, the prince of the Marquis of Jingan.

"Okay, okay!"

No matter who it is, it's a good thing if someone fights.

The father-in-law in the position of deputy commander wanted to say something, but Geng Lie pushed him back: "Uncle Annan, there is no need to worry. Besides, young people must always be given a chance."

Annan bowed his hand. The coach had already said this, so he still wanted to force it back?

Looking at Geng Lie's temperament, he also knew that it would be really difficult for him to block this matter.

Geng Lie couldn't regain face from the Northern Wei Dynasty, so couldn't he still cause trouble for his own people?
To be continued...