Wan Shichang ran with a knife. According to the size of the opponent's camp, there were only about one thousand troops here. If you only rushed into the camp, it would be almost the same as the result. At this time, there were as many as three thousand soldiers following him.

Looking at the silent camp, Wan Shichang was like a hungry wolf seeing the helpless lamb, and bursts of excitement in his heart.

Something seemed to trip up under his feet. Wan Shichang felt a sudden burst of heart, and a very crisp ringtone sounded in his ears. In the quiet night, the crisp ringtone sound seemed so harsh.

Not just a horse bell, as the first sounded, countless horse bells rang out immediately. Wan Shichang squatted down, and at the knees, a thin rope extended into the distance.

"Damn!" Wan Shichang cursed fiercely, glanced at the other party's camp, which was nearly a thousand meters away, and was exposed. Wan Shichang raised his sword and shouted, "Brothers, rush!"

The horse bell rang, and the raid had lost its meaning. Three thousand soldiers burst into shocking shouts, followed Wan Shichang closely and rushed towards the enemy camp.

We must never let the enemy get on the horse and rush out of the camp. Wan Shichang had only one idea at this time.

As the ringtone rang, the camp opposite and the Yumen closed, became chaotic in an instant. A torch lit up, and someone appeared on the city wall and behind the fence.

"Enemy attack!" Someone was screaming shrillly. The alarm bell sounded endlessly. Torches were ignited one after another.

Looking at the chaos in the distance, Shi Gandang's face turned pale, "Light the torch and approach Yumen Pass!"

"General, sending troops at this time will expose our troops!" said a general.

"There is another useless. At this time, we can send troops to intimidate the enemy troops in the pass so that they dare not go out of the city to rescue. First, clear the enemies outside the pass!" Shi Gandang shouted angrily.

Inside the camp, sparse feather arrows shot out through the fence. The Mongolian army patrolling the border rushed to the fence at the first time. Looking at the enemy rushing towards them in darkness, they shouted loudly while trying desperately.

Shoot outward, hoping to get some time for the troops.

The quiet camp was boiling, and countless Mongolian troops rushed out of the tent. Most of them were shirtless, and some even wore only a pair of shorts.

"Get the weapon and get on the horse!" A powerful general, carrying a sabre, rode on the bare horse's back, and rolled towards the village gate like the wind. He knew that if he could not rush out of the camp, he would be

The enemy was sealed in the camp, and the outcome was extremely unpleasant.

Before he had time to put on the armor and the saddle had no time to assemble, he lifted a knife and rushed out.

Wan Shichang roared and waved his sword, and called on the arrows that were shooting towards him. He came very quickly. The Mongolian army opposite immediately noticed him. Five or six of the ten arrows were coming for him.

The big sword danced towards the windmill, Wan Shichang buried his head and rushed forward. Occasionally, an arrow broke through his sword net and shot on the armor. Most of them just made a sound and slid down to the ground, leaving a white seal on the armor.

The armor tailor-made for the generals of the Northern Army is really not of a cover. Only those that just shot into the gap in the armor interface will cause certain damage to the human body inside.

Following Wan Shichang, there were more than a hundred soldiers, all of whom were the absolute Xiaochus in this army.

Wan Shichang just rushed to the gate of the village. The gate was already wide open. A tall horse rushed out head-on, jumped up at the front hooves, and trampled down according to Wan Shichang.

Wan Shichang rushed too fast, and the horse came too fast. If he really stepped on it, it would definitely be the result of a broken stomach and intestine flow. Even if he couldn't step on it and hit it, he would have to fly a flying zither.

Wan Shichang tilted his upper body backwards, but his legs were still moving forward. After the huge inertia caused him to fall to the ground, his body was still sliding forward. He waved his sword in his hand, and the war horse on his head was already giving him a tragic hint.

After cutting off three hooves, Wan Shichang, who jumped up, did not turn around at all. He jumped to the side vigorously, poked out the big knife in his hand, and the belly of another war horse was immediately exposed.

The Meng general who rushed out was very skillful. The moment the horse fell to the ground, he jumped up from the horse's back. However, before he stood firm, he had already poked over with dozens of spears in front of him.

.The knife was opened with a tingling jingling. Before the knife was taken back, more than a dozen long spears were inserted into his chest.

"Kill him quickly and seal the village gate." Wan Shichang roared.

More than a dozen long spears poked at the Meng general one after another, while more people rushed to the village gate. One spear was raised, and in an instant, a forest of guns formed at the entrance of the camp gate, from inside.

Looking out, you can only see the bright and turbid tip of the gun.

More soldiers snatched up, and the archers grabbed the fence, pulled the bowstrings, and shot fiercely inside, pushing the Mongolian troops who had already stepped onto the war horses and rushed towards the village gate one by one.

Seeing that there were no cavalry in front of him, Wan Shichang shouted: "Roar in, rush in!"

The guns dissipated with a loud bang, and the soldiers shouted and rushed into the gate. Behind them, more soldiers waved their swords and spears and rushed into this small camp.

Behind them, the Meng Jiang, who had just rushed out, was covered with dozens of holes on his body, and he was already dead.

The cavalry could not rush out of the camp and were sealed in a small camp, and the ending was already destined.

The guardian of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty Yumen Pass, Romon, stood at the top of Yumen Pass, looked at the flames ignited in the distance, and watched the soldiers riding on horses with shirtlessness being stabbed off by their opponents, and their fists were clenched.

Make a sound.

"General Luo, the troops in the city have been ordered and can go out of the city to fight at any time. Please give orders!" A general Meng rushed up quickly and reported to Luo Meng.

But Romon didn't speak, and his vision was a little further away, where countless torches were quickly attacking here. Looking at the number of torches, I was afraid that there would be tens of thousands of followers.

He punched the city wall with a fierce punch, and he shouted: "Order the soldiers, except for leaving a thousand cavalry out of the gate, and lined up outside the gate, and dismounted and went up to the city to prepare to fight the enemy!"

"General, what should I do if the brothers outside the city?"

"I don't care!" Romon said painfully: "If I go out of the city to rescue, the enemy's main force rushed up to entangle us, and Yumen Pass will be in danger. They can't survive! Blow the trumpet and signal to them, so that they can get as close to Yumen Pass as possible.

We can rush over as much as we can. If they can't reach Yumen Pass, we can't save them."

Romon is over 60 years old and is a minority member of the Golden Family. He has been fighting for life. His qualifications are only medium, but he is better than being knowledgeable and very calm. He would rather seek to be meaningless but not wrong.

, He was loyal to Meng Yuan and asked him to guard Yumen Pass, Wuda was naturally relieved, and Luo Meng did not disappoint Wuda's expectations. Even when Yanjing was in chaos and the golden family Jiji could be stable, Luo Meng would do it

He was worried, but he didn't dare to leave Yumen Pass. He knew that Yumen Pass was the throat connecting the outer world, the desert and Yanjing. Once it was lost, it would be a catastrophe for the Mongol Yuan who now established his capital in Yanjing.

A few days ago, the army of the Northern Army arrived in Huocheng and fought fiercely with Linya. Romon was a little worried and specially sent an army to station outside the city. His sergeant had already been released, and he really couldn't understand.

Why did the Northern Army appear in front of him quietly?

Naturally, he didn't know that in the opposite team, there was a general who had been stationed in Yumen Pass for nearly ten years. He was as clear as the decorations here, just like the decorations at home. It would be easy to avoid his eyes and ears.

The jade door closed, and the crossbows were all equipped with crossbow arrows and aimed at the front. Rows of soldiers squatted behind the walls, holding strong bows in one hand. There was no pop-up window at their hands, and there were densely placed.

One-gen feather arrow, archery is what they are best at. Now they are condescending, with their arm strength, they can shoot arrows to about 180 steps, but still have great lethality. As long as the enemy dares to come to the gate, they can

Revenge for his comrades.

The battle in the camp in the distance was coming to an end. Thousands of cavalry, only more than a hundred cavalry fled back in a panic, and the others had become the enemy's dead souls.

Wan Shichang's eyes turned red, and he strode away, followed by more than a hundred cavalry chasing him. With him in front, the thousands of infantrymen behind him also shouted in unison and rushed towards the gate.

With Wan Shichang's pursuit, drums sounded on the city. Before the city gate, the cavalry began to advance in small steps, and the speed gradually accelerated. The cavalry who had escaped back in a panic saw the slow pace in front of him.

The approaching cavalry tugged their war horses and ran towards the sides.

The war horses were getting faster and the sound of hooves was like thunder. The rumbling sound of horse hooves made Wan Shichang suddenly wake up and stopped suddenly, but the warrior behind him did not stop, and passed by him like a tide and rushed forward.

"Come back!" Wan Shichang was shocked, but his shouts seemed so weak as Jiang Long's horse hooves and the soldiers' shouts.

The loose infantry without long-range weapons were the favorite of the cavalry. The Mongol cavalry who launched the rushing forcefully penetrated into the oncoming infantry of the Northern Army, and the sharp sabers were lifted and fell, and the flesh and blood were

Splashed, the powerful galloping horse knocked the infantry opposite to it and flew out.

Wan Shichang gritted his teeth and watched the victory and defeat reverse instantly, and turned around suddenly, looking at the archers coming from behind, "Cover shooting, cover shooting!"

"General, our brothers are still there!" shouted one of the captains commanding the archers.

Wan Shichang slapped him, "Cover the shooting, don't let them die in vain!"

"Yes!" The captain's face was blushing and swollen, and he screamed loudly, "Win the strings, thrust upwards, and release!"

With a buzzing sound, thousands of feather arrows shot high into the sky, turned around and fell down when they reached the highest point, regardless of the enemy. In an instant, a piece of the field was cleared.

"Prepare, shoot!" Another rain of arrows.

Romon on the city punched the battlements, "Beat the drum and let the brothers come back!"

The cavalry turned their horses and ran back, and the infantry of the North Army finally woke up at this time. They also turned around and rushed towards their own formation. Behind them, rounds of feather arrows fell from the air, and the cavalry and

A forest of arrows was laid among the infantry.
Chapter completed!