The twelfth lunar month of winter.

At the frontier fortress of Huaihuang Ancient Town, the two armies and horses fought fiercely at the badgerzui pass of Langwogou Tubianba in Yehuling. The flags of the Qingyi Army on the top of the mountain danced wildly in the wind and snow.

In the first round of the Turks' attack, a thousand people stopped at the mountain pass. Although they were very brave, they could not go very far. Under the condescending and intensive attacks of the crossbowmen on the mountain, and under the layer-by-layer blocking of the shield spearmen who took advantage of the favorable location, they soon

The casualties were overwhelming.

Until the last person turned around and ran away, he was shot with a javelin by a barbarian boy and nailed to the blood-stained snow.

The drumming finally stopped.

The wind continued to howl like a wolf.

Piedmont.

Under the banner of the Golden Wolf, Jie Li's face turned livid. He didn't know whether it was due to the cold wind or because he was angry at the battle situation in front of him.

Zhi Si failed and rushed over to apologize to Jie Li.

"The wind and snow were too strong, the mountain pass was already narrow and steep, and there was thick snow. The Tang army was in a favorable location and it was really difficult to attack."

Jie Li didn't want to hear this explanation.

"A thousand Turkic warriors, look at them, they are all dead, but they haven't even opened a single hole!"

"The white-haired wind is blowing fiercely. Please allow me to wait until the wind subsides before attacking."

"When the wind stops? When the wind stops, Wu Huaiyu will also mobilize more than 20,000 people from other mountain passes. It will be easier to defend and harder to attack."

"Continue, if one thousand people are not enough, then two thousand, three thousand, don't stop. Even if we fight with wheels, I will win this mountain pass."

Jieli roared angrily.

He has an army of 100,000 men, and one thousand at a time, he can form a team of 100,000 men.

Being able to attack continuously in turn, he didn't believe that the Tang army at the mountain pass could hold out for a few rounds even if they took advantage of the favorable location.

Zhi lost his mind and asked Jieli to use the captured Tuli tribesmen as the vanguard. If they could capture the mountain pass, they would be pardoned for their crimes and even rewarded.

This move is very cruel.

Jie Li was very satisfied after hearing this and no longer blamed his subordinate for the unfavorable first battle.

"Let those people from the Xi and Khitan tribes come up first!"

Jie Li said coldly.

Now is the time for these miscellaneous Hu Xiqi who dare to follow Tuli to rebel against him to atone for their sins.

Even if he couldn't capture them, he didn't feel bad about using them to consume the Tang army. He could still use his sword to kill people to eliminate some hidden dangers.

...

Kang Ayiqu was lying in the pile of corpses, coughing hard, feeling that all he coughed up was blood foam, and his whole body was cold. He was unlucky. He was hit by an arrow in the shoulder, which was fine. But when he rushed closer, he climbed over the ice wall.

Then he was shot in the arm by a javelin.

After being squeezed and rushed to the big shield of the cabinet, he was stabbed through the abdomen by a spear. He rolled down the mountain and finally fainted. When he woke up, there was no sound of fighting. There were a pile of corpses rolling down beside him. He was still alive.

But I lost a lot of blood, and now my whole body is cold and I feel like I have no strength at all.

He wanted to struggle, but was unable to move due to the weight of the body on his body. Moreover, he found that the blood and water under him had frozen, freezing half of his body.

He panicked and wanted to scream for help, but when he opened his mouth, he vomited blood and foam, as if he had hurt his lungs.

He could only lie there waiting to die,

Suddenly, the passionate drums sounded again, and Kang'a Yiqu's heart beat violently. He turned around and saw a large group of people and horses beginning to rush towards the mountain pass again.

This time, he seemed to see the Khitan's green ox and white horse flag.

The Khitan people want to call for help, but they don’t want to die yet.

········ Facing the Turks’ attack again, An Lushan was much more relaxed and calm this time.

During the break in the battle just now, he even had the energy to dispose of the corpses of the Turks who fell in front of him, cut off their heads, and then plundered all their armor and equipment, as well as all the dry food and belongings they carried.

In the end, he did not forget to cut off the left ears of the three heads he had removed, strung them together with a leather rope, and hung them around his neck. The three heads without left ears were hung on his neck.

Under the shield.

He still had the energy to explore his trophies, including the broken cowhide buckler, leather armor, sheepskin robes, iron knives, iron bones, knives, bows and arrows...

All kinds of bits and pieces, with a strong fishy smell. If he had been in Shuofang before, such a pile of things would have made him regard them as treasures. They were all good things, even those few cowhide ropes.

Or the two bow strings, or a horn kettle, but now in his eyes, these are all a pile of rags, none of which he likes, and he didn't even find anything valuable from them.

They are a bunch of poor people.

"Stop staring at those junk things, cheer up and prepare to fight,"

The captain started shouting again. This big captain was very brave. An Lushan just saw that he once defeated one against three, and the flag leader was also extremely tough. He even used Mo Dao to kill a strong Turk with one blow.

Han Lian's men in leather armor cut him in half, and his internal organs and intestines were scattered all over the floor.

The two flag-bearers are also very powerful. Each one has a flag gun. Any Turk who wants to have ideas about the team flag, the flag-bearer, and the leader of the team will not be able to escape from the two of them. Together, they can defeat several people.

people.

"Hurry up and check if you are missing anything. If you are slightly injured, treat it yourself first. The army has distributed first-aid kits. If the injury is serious, quickly let the medical soldiers bandage it. If it doesn't work, just carry it down to the field hospital in the rear.

Go to emergency room,"

"If you can still fight, quickly check your weapons and equipment. Let's fight him for another three hundred rounds."

"Brothers, this is a rare opportunity to perform meritorious service. Today these Turkic wolf cubs are here to give us military merit. We must not miss it. Otherwise, when we go back home, we will have to hide in bed and cry bitterly for three days and three nights!"

An Lushan chuckled, and the team leader next to him remembered this young miscellaneous boy, "An Lushan, you are quite fierce, but remember to be more careful. We want to achieve military success, but first we have to survive. If we die,

, but it’s all in vain.”

"I know, captain."

There was no order from the mountain for them to retreat, so they had to continue to hold on, but everyone felt that they could continue to fight.

It didn't take much effort to kill a thousand Turkic forwards, and it didn't even cost many casualties. This kind of battle took place at the right time, place, and people. Everyone felt that the Turks were just here to show off their merits, and they were eager to fight a few more battles.

Amidst the sound of trumpets, the Khitan people completed their formation at the foot of the mountain.

A thousand Khitan warriors also abandoned their horses and fought on foot.

The Khitan leader Da Hemohui looked at the thousands of warriors in front of the formation, silently.

He knew very well that a thousand Turks had failed to tear open the mountain pass just now, and sending a thousand Khitan warriors now would not be effective.

But he has no choice. He is still waiting for sin, "May God bless you, go!"

Previously, the Turkic soldiers were full of confidence when they attacked for the first time, and even felt lucky to be able to fight in the first battle. But now the horn sounds again, these Khitan soldiers are marching forward with heavy steps. Every step they take, they feel that they are closer to the gate of hell.

One step forward.

The Khitan attacked at a slow pace and intentionally distanced themselves to avoid being crowded together like the first time and becoming a living target for the Tang army. Da Hemohui also personally led the Khitan soldiers to provide cover and support with bows from behind.

Entering the 150-step shooting range.

The sound of war drums sounded on the mountain, and the crossbowmen began to fire their crossbows again. The drums behind them were beating fast, and the Khitan soldiers had no choice but to brave the wind and snow and move forward slowly with the crossbow bolts in hand. No matter how slow the pace was, they would still have to engage in battle.

Sixty steps closer, all the Tang troops fired volleys of bows and arrows.

The Khitan soldiers fell one after another. When they were twenty or thirty steps away, the Tang army's shield soldiers threw javelins and were hit by the short spears. They could not resist at all and were killed immediately.

A Khitan boy watched an old Khitan soldier next to him being pierced by a short spear and stuck in the ground. He vomited in horror, then turned around uncontrollably and started running.

His turning around and running away caused many Khitan soldiers to turn around and run away as well.

Twenty steps away from the Tang army's shield formation, the Khitan's attack collapsed.

Zhi lost his thoughts and galloped forward, holding the big knife high, and chopped down the young man who was running in front with one blow, then chopped off his head and raised it high, "Escape from the battle, chop."

"go back!"

"Kill to the top of the mountain, seize the pass, there will be many rewards!"

Some Khitan soldiers were still hesitating, but the soldiers who had lost their mind had already rushed towards them. They slashed with their swords and killed more than a dozen people. Soon they cut off the heads of these people, lifted them up, and threw them away.

Arriving in front of the other Khitan soldiers.

"Turn back or die!"

The Khitan soldiers had no choice but to turn back, but they hesitated, procrastinated, and had no morale. They were forced to attack again, but they only became targets for the Tang army.

Soon, the Khitan soldiers who were forced finally fell in front of the mountain.

Jieli's eyes were cold and terrifying.

"Ask those who can save you to send up a thousand Xi troops."

An Lushan hummed a cheerful ditty from his hometown, Shuofang, and was chopping off heads and ears. He was already very skilled in his movements. This time he added two more heads, and the ear necklace around his neck also added two left ears.

Still nothing good was found on the Khitan people, only rags.

Fortunately, An Lushan no longer cared. What he cared about now were the five heads piled beside the shield.

"These Khitan people are really useless and vulnerable." An Lushan said to the leader.
To be continued...