Ling Yonghe and his party were nearly five hundred miles away from Fengmen Pass.
This place is located in the long yellow sand, a real no-no zone.
The horse thieves, tribes, etc. who are trying to make a living in this area really dare not take Dayu and Daliao seriously.
They are like foxes in the desert. They even occasionally provoke Dayu and Liao, but the two great powers have nothing to do with them, and most of the time they choose to swallow their anger.
Because it is really not easy to wipe out these people in this desert. And even if they are wiped out, there will be no substantial benefit.
"Pfft, pfft!"
At this moment, Ling Yonghe, Fan Guanghe, and Zhai Yangzhou were lying behind a pile of sand, with only half of their heads exposed, and they were all wrapped in yellow headscarves.
With such a disguise, if you don't look carefully, it would be difficult to find dozens of people hiding behind the sand pile.
But even so, at this time, the expressions of Fan Guanghe, Zhai Yangzhou and others had unconsciously become more nervous and serious than before.
Since they were more than three hundred miles away from Fengmen Pass, Ling Yonghe had not taken them into any tribe, village, or village to change horses. This is enough to explain some problems.
When they arrived at this place, they really cried out that the sky was not responding and the earth was not working, so they had to rely on themselves.
Among the mountainous beaches, there are rolling yellow sands and crisscrossing ravines. But not far from Ling Yonghe and others, there is an ancient road that is silently exuding its primitive atmosphere.
The wind stirs up the yellow sand, seeming to repeat the words left here in ancient times.
The looming ruins are engraved with traces of time and man-made efforts.
This is a well-established path that has been around for many years.
Its age is much longer than that of Dayu.
I don’t know how many pairs of feet and hooves it took to tread such a path in this soft desert.
Ling Yonghe and others stared at the north, spitting out the sand they blew into their mouths from time to time.
Damn it, even the sand in the desert is weird. It's so thin that even if you close your mouth, you can't help but feel thirsty. If you open your mouth and lick your lips a little, you'll get a mouthful of sand.
"General Ling, shall we wait here?"
Although he had no military position, Fan Guanghe, as the representative of Hou Men's disciples, held his right hand forward, buried his head in his arms, blocked the wind and sand, and squinted his eyes to ask Ling Yonghe next to him.
"Let's take a look first."
Ling Yonghe also lowered his head, "Further ahead is Liaogou's Mengsi Tucheng. They should have put food and grass in this city. However, it is too dangerous for us to enter the city and we may die inside at any time, so even if we have to
If you want to fight, you have to first find out whether their food and grass are here."
"Are you waiting for their food team?"
Fan Guanghe reacted.
This road is the only passage between Daliao and Fengmenguan. The Liao army's troops transporting grain must take this way.
"But what if the Liao army has just sent food and grass to the front line recently?"
Fan Guanghe asked again.
The food team that transports food does not deliver food to the front every day. The army is not so particular, and those who have a stutter can do well, so it often takes ten days and a half for a wave of supplies to arrive, and it may take longer.
Not a few.
"Then we can only wait."
Ling Yonghe said.
Zhai Yangzhou frowned at the side, "But over there at the pass..."
They had already left Fengmen Pass and had brought fifteen days' worth of dry food with them. It would be okay to wait a few days, but the food and grass at Fengmen Pass had been burned and the morale of the army was low, so they certainly wouldn't be able to hold on for long.
"I said, we can only gamble."
Ling Yonghe repeated in a deep voice.
Zhai Yangzhou, Fan Guanghe and others fell silent.
There is really no better way at the moment.
What Ling Yonghe said was not wrong. If they rashly entered the city of Mons and there was no food and grass in the city, even if they were not exposed, they would have wasted a lot of time.
"I'd better go into the city first and have a look around!"
After a while, Ling Yonghe suddenly changed his words.
Fan Guanghe and others couldn't help being slightly stunned, and turned their heads to look at him. Then a martial artist lying next to him said: "How can the commander-in-chief be involved in danger himself? Let me take my two brothers."
Although Fan Guanghe and others did not speak, they had the same idea.
Ling Yonghe is not only the team leader, but also the commander-in-chief. There is no reason for him to do such a thing.
Ling Yonghe patted Fan Guanghe on the shoulder and said, "You don't know Liao language, and you don't understand some of the rules here at all. I still understand some superficial things and know some tribal customs well, so I pretend to be a tribal man.
It should be more than enough. When I'm not around, you will follow the young master's orders."
A slight hesitation.
"yes!"
Then someone agreed.
It’s no secret that Ling Yonghe has some “specialties”.
If he really had no ability, he wouldn't be able to stay in the position of deputy commander for so long.
At that moment, Ling Yonghe got up, mounted his horse and headed for Mons Tucheng.
Fan Guanghe and others looked at the blurry back in the yellow sand with a hint of admiration in their eyes.
…
"Damn it! These dogs are crazy! Crazy!"
"Fight them!"
"Damn it! Come on! I'll kill one of you and that's enough!"
"You want to seize the wind gate! Go to hell with you!"
"..."
The wind gate closed the north city gate, and the angry curses continued,
Outside the corridor, hundreds of garrison soldiers stared at the corridor with angry eyes and swords in hand.
Some dust was swept away by the wind.
And this wind seemed to be blown up by murderous aura.
Inside the corridor, there were also a mass of black heads.
It's the Liao army!
By this time, they finally captured the North City Gate Corridor.
From the fight last night to now, the two sides have been constantly fighting here, and the North City Gate corridor seems to have changed owners many times. If the Liao army had not deliberately cleaned out the corpses, the corridor would have been filled with corpses.
In comparison, the faces of the defenders were more angry, while the Liao army was a little proud.
In their eyes, although these Chongqing pigs are still resisting stubbornly, it is only a matter of time before Fengmen Pass is lost. They have more than 200,000 troops hoarded outside the city, and they can swallow up Fengmen Pass with a wheel battle.
"Kill!"
Amidst roars and crowds of people, soldiers from both sides collided again.
The cold light of the spear and halberd flickered.
In the afterglow of the setting sun, the spilled blood appears even deeper.
End of month.
This is the real end of the month.
It's the last day of May.
There were many martial arts masters among the crowd. But even fifth-grade martial arts masters were inconspicuous in such a fight.
Only the fourth grade of Gang Qi Body Protector can stand out slightly.
Suddenly, several figures flew in from the city gate corridor.
They wore masks, not revealing their true faces, but their eyes seemed as cold as an ancient well in the early morning.
Even when I glanced at the faces of those Liao soldiers, there was no sign of any movement.
It wasn't until the Fengmen Pass defenders approached that they suddenly burst out with murderous intent.