When Tumu Fort was surrounded, it was eighty miles apart on Laojun Mountain by the Yang River. The same life-and-death battle was going on. It was already at the last moment. After a morning of fighting to the death, Huang Baihu died in battle, Zhang Zhen was seriously injured, and Qianhu Xing Kai was killed in the lottery, and most of his subordinates were killed and injured. Now the elderly, weak, women and children also joined the battle, transporting stones, burning tea and delivering water, and helping the wounded.

The Watstra Rangers attacking at the foot of the mountain were not much better, and the casualties were also tragic. The generals in the leadership were preparing to launch the last attack. If they did not give up, the battlefield would not be here.

Everyone knows that if they are broken, there will be nothing scary when they are forced into desperate situations. The arrows have been used up, so they can only throw stones and the iron shells have been shot. So a few people are picking up stones instead of shells, putting all the sharp-looking small stones into the iron cannon. At the end of the moment, they can still shoot one shot.

Xing Kai was very frustrated. Almost 300 people died in battle, only about 40 enemy troops. This comparison is really shameless and cannot ask for credit. But Zhang Zijun didn't think so. This team of thorns cavalry relied on the advantages of armor and has obtained at least twenty pieces of armor from these people who died in battle. I don't know who will fight for the next battle. Zhang Zijun is encouraging Xing Kai.

After a long ox horn, the thorns attacked. This time the thorns were ready to attack. The thorns were tall and heavily armored, with a shield in front of them, followed by archers. Fortunately, the mountain road was small and could not ride a horse, which formed a battle in front of them. Obviously, Xing Kai's guard soldiers were not the opponent. If the thorn soldiers were to block them, they could only shoot them out and follow the thorn soldiers closely behind them. This was a hard battle, and the brave ones would win when they met on a narrow road.

Xu Jingnian was just 20 years old and lived in the north of Huailai City. He was a military family. Last year, his elder brother was ambushed by the Wassattack soldiers and automatically replaced his elder brother and became a military soldier. Xu Jingnian's grandfather had followed Emperor Chengzu to fight against Mobei and had his own set of martial arts. Because the promotion of the ward soldiers was all inherited, the Xu family's martial arts had no room for development. In order to save his life, Xu Jingnian held the iron spear tightly. This iron spear was obtained from a Wassattack soldier who died in battle. The long spear used by the cavalry was only six feet long. If it was half shorter than the long spear of the infantry, it was also called a cavalry spear, and it could also be used as a throwing weapon.

Xing Kai was wearing armor and holding a goose feather knife in his hand. He was commanding a team of only twenty people who could stand armor and form a sword and axe player, which was also the last resistance of Xing Qianhu.

As the sound of the horns came, the atmosphere of war in the cave was suppressing everyone's breathlessness.

At present, the innermost part of the cave was covered with dead bodies. In just one morning, the battle damage was so huge that the smell of blood filled the entire cave. In the other corner of the cave, children, women and children were crowded together, crying, as if they were in hell.

Zhang Zijun helplessly picked up a Pu Knife on the ground, also known as a Piece Knife, commonly known as a double-handed belt. It is a weapon with a long and wide steel knife on the wooden handle, between a big knife and a single knife. Although I don’t know how to use it, one thing is certain. In case, whether it is chopping or slashing, it can always work, and maybe it can save your life.

The eldest brother and second brother of the family have joined the ranks of carrying stones. Almost all the men in the village have gone to the entrance of the cave and used stones to form a low wall to stop the enemy's invasion.

The young and strong women were divided into two groups, the young wives boiled water and cooked, the older ones took care of the wounded and washed clothes. The remaining people who could move formed a army of old, weak and disabled. This was the last line of defense, including Zhang Zijun.

Before the battle was supported, some thorn soldiers rushed into the cave. They were chopped out by a group of old, weak and disabled soldiers. In fact, the thorn soldiers who rushed into the cave were at the end of their power, and could not withstand the call of killing and guns. However, both sides suffered serious casualties. Although they were a group of old, weak and weak, everyone knew that their families were behind them. If they didn't fight desperately, the subsequent ending would be that each family would destroy the family. As the saying goes, the rabbit would bite people if it was anxious.

It is obvious that the team of thorns and stinged their eyes. The whole team abandoned their horses and lined up to kill the generals. Why do they have to line up? The reason is that this road is on one side with cliffs and rock walls, and on the other side is a cliff with a three-meter-deep drop. The road in the middle is uneven. Not to mention that it is uneven, just one person passes by the narrowest point. Whenever there is a turn, there must be defenders attacking. When someone attacks the hole, they are still beaten down. It is like paying gambling money. When they see that they have lost money, they will lose the flop. They originally thought that the meat that has reached their mouths will bite and get some food and leave, but they keep adding troops and losing. In their rage, they all rushed forward.

After suffering huge casualties, the last wave of tile sects finally attacked the cave again. Now at the entrance of the cave, a temporary low wall was built with rocks, blocking it one by one, and going to the entrance to the left, it was hard to solve the problem. Xing Kai had already devoted his last power to the war, and now he had nowhere to escape, because the enemy soldiers were at the entrance of the cave, and even the villagers had taken up weapons that could fight. Someone directly smashed it with stones. It can be said that you either die or I die.

Xu Jingnian was guarding a bend in the cave. The opposite tile spear was wearing three layers of thick armor. The gun had already stabbed the abdomen, but was blocked by the opponent's tile spear. Then the tile spear general swung the axe in his hand and slashed the head of Xu Jingnian's neck with great force. If he could roll on the ground, he could dodge this killer move, but now he had no place to hide and retreat quickly. However, behind Xu Jingnian cooperated with the attack, and the soldiers behind him were even more ruthless and had already stabbed out with one shot. Unfortunately, he stabbed the heart-protecting mirror of the tile spear general's chest. After the axe was slashed, it directly slashed on the gun. With a click, the spear was cut off, which was delayed just a little. Xu Jingnian had just escaped the disaster, and the axe struck the tip of his nose.

At this time, the Wassat's big axe move was old, and it was hard to believe what he saw later. He felt that a man directly slashed the head of the Wassat's general. He heard the sound of a thumping sound, and he heard the man shouting: "Mad, I chop and chop." He slashed continuously, and made a thumping sound of metal collision on the helmet of the Wassat's general. What's even more deadly was that he cut three times in a row, and it seemed that he did not cut the helmet, but instead chopped the Wassat's general hair.

The tile sect soldier threw the axe out directly. Just as he was charging for the power to throw the axe, Xu Jingnian's short thief pierced the lower abdomen from bottom to top. Because he used too much force, he ran into the man and the gun. The tile sect's axe deviated from the direction as soon as he lost his hand, smashed the stone on the cave, and bounced down with a hug of sparks.

This time, the short-mouth finally pierced into the belly of the tile stinger. The machete behind him stopped beheading his head, but instead slapped his neck with a knife, and directly chopped the tile stinger's head. As Xu Jingnian twisted the short-mouth, the tile stinger fell to the ground with a bang.

At this time, a magical scene appeared. There were more than 30 remaining thorn soldiers who escaped from the hole first, causing Xing Qianhu to make the final suicide charge. The slogan that had just been shouted halfway was still fixed, and then he realized that there was no enemy on the other side and sat on the ground suddenly.

Xu Jingnian also turned around and saw that it was Zhang Zijun who was holding a machete in both hands, looking at the thorn soldiers who had just been beheaded with a fierce expression. He heard Zhang Zijun shouting again: "Made, it's better to behead him."

In a big battle, the team of Wastu was 130, 89 people died in battle, and the rest escaped. On this side, a chief officer of the chief magistrate was also the leader of this group of raids. No wonder the leader scattered in a row.

The number of people in Xing Qianhu was counted in the last count, and only more than 60 people were still alive. Zhangjiayao Village suffered heavy casualties. In addition to the second treasure who was following him, Zhang Zijun's family died in battle. The eldest brother just died, mainly because he was killed by a team of tung sect soldiers who were finally attacked. These women, children, elderly and weak did not have the ability to resist. The whole village had different tens of people, and there were a total of ten people. Even if Zhang Zijun traveled through time, many villagers could not stand such tragic crying.

Another person was crying bitterly. Xing Qianhu had more than 800 soldiers under his command, plus the head soldiers and the non-guard soldiers in the account room, now there are only more than 60 left. Most of them were still injured. They were usually as careful as rocks and could not resist such pain. As they cried, Zhang Zijun and Xing Qianhu cried together. It was like drinking, and drinking alone was boring. It was the same with the two of them. As they cried, they hugged each other and cried, looking for comfort. When you cry, I comfort you. People cannot be resurrected. We must live strongly...                                                                                                                                                                                   �

With so many dead people, the cave cannot be lived in. Finally, after everyone's discussion, it was decided to gather the bodies together, seal them up with yellow mud, and then simply engrave the narrative that had passed through this day on the cliff at the entrance of the cave as the epitaph of the tomb of the Thousand People. In the end, all the survivors bid farewell to return to Zhangjiayao Village by the Yang River at the foot of the mountain.

Now as the only scholar in Zhangjiayao Village, Zhang Zijun naturally became the village chief, and there were twenty-one villagers who survived by chance, from each family. The Santuozi family had only one little girl who was nine years old, and the Wu Liu family had only one little child five years old, and there was no place to settle it. Finally, Zhang Zijun took her home. The little girl was named Zhang Ziya and the child was named Zhang Zizhe, which was considered to have joined the Zhang family.

That night, all the dead villagers were enshrined in the Zhang Family Ancestral Hall, burning incense and praying for each other to settle down. Qianhu Xing Kai was also drafting a list of those who died in battle, and the battle passed through the Tang newspaper, and after the war was reported to Huailai Zuowei.
Chapter completed!