Forced to Zhongnan Chapter 1 Bloody Dragon Head Pass
Snow-capped, towering Kunlun.
Among the thousands of ravines, there is a secret realm of the fairy family, where the mountain flowers are blooming and auspicious birds gather.
In front of an attic shaded by green bamboos, tender children's voices could be heard, but it was about a dozen little Taoist boys who were learning the Taoist "Calming Mind Mantra".
"Tai Shang Tai Xing, adapt to changes without stopping."
"Exorcise evil spirits and bind evil spirits, protect life and body."
"Wisdom is clear and the mind is peaceful."
"Three souls are eternal, and there is no loss of soul."
In the attic, the gentle breeze blows, the gauze dances, the music of the piano is faint, and a beautiful figure appears at the corner of the rolled curtain, with bright eyes and white teeth, skin as white as snow, and endless youth gathered together.
"Well, not bad, let's do it again..." She opened her red lips lightly.
At this time, a loud noise suddenly came from the sky, as if the sky was falling and the earth was falling, and the entire secret realm was shaking!
The woman was shocked. She waved her cloud sleeves, and the dozen or so little Taoist boys disappeared immediately. Then she jumped up like a startled dragon, stepped on the auspicious clouds, went straight into the sky, and looked at the place where the loud noise came from.
However, the clouds were rolling and vast, and a huge stone pillar appeared in the void at the top of Kunlun, which penetrated the sky and the earth and was engraved with the words "Qian Kun".
A clear crack appeared on such a huge stone pillar, and it looked like a lightning rubbing.
The crack was red, like an open wound, with bright red blood flowing outward.
In the air around the stone pillar, there were several people standing in the clouds. The woman had no intention of saying hello to them, but looked at the back of the bright-headed figure closest to the stone pillar.
"Master, is this the legendary Qiankun Stone?" the woman asked as she kowtowed.
"The universe is cracked, the earth is filled with blood, the catastrophe is coming..." came the old voice, speaking slowly but like a bell, resounding through the clouds.
"Can we cultivators avoid disaster?" the woman asked in horror.
"How can human beings resist the catastrophe that occurs once every three thousand years? Even I can't stay away from it..."
The lonely smoke in the desert is straight.
The sunshine is cold and the iron clothes are cold.
Central China, the autumn of the 346th year of the Yu Dynasty, the border town - Longtouguan.
Application time.
A bloody siege is going on under Longtou Pass.
More than a dozen trebuchets extended their levers and sent balls of fireballs with billowing black smoke flying into the city.
Under the fireball, groups of Qiang soldiers waved their machetes and screamed, stepping over scattered corpses and broken baggage, swarming towards the city wall like ants.
Under the city wall, which is more than five feet high, there are more than a dozen wheeled ladders pulled by horses, and densely packed Qiang soldiers are climbing up against the falling arrows and stones.
From time to time, soldiers screamed and fell from the ladder, shattering to pieces.
The corpses under the city wall had piled up nearly six feet high, and blood was flowing on the ground like a fountain.
The strong smell of blood and wind lingered in this fiery, cruel, and savage battle.
On the city wall, the struggle was extremely fierce.
The Qiang and Dayu soldiers were entangled with each other, shouting and killing each other, and the scene was as brutal as the Shura Hell.
The city wall, which is about nine feet wide, is covered with corpses, making it almost impossible to step down.
These corpses were entangled together, some were covered with arrows, and some had their stomachs broken, but they still maintained the posture of wrestling together.
"Kill!" The shout came from General Dayu, who was nearly thirty years old. He had a strong body and a strong body. At first glance, he looked like a battle-hardened general.
He wore the leather armor of an ordinary soldier, with his arms exposed, holding a shield in one hand and a copper mace in the other. He led a team of fifty people and charged back and forth on the city wall.
He seemed to have been injured a long time ago. His leather armor was wrapped in white cloth. When he saw the Qiang soldiers, he used his copper mace to attack the soldiers' defenses.
Anyone who was hit by the copper mace would either have their hands or feet broken off, or their heads would explode like watermelons, and even their spines would be broken.
His name is Yanlong, the general who guards Longtouguan.
Half an hour later, Yanlong had charged and killed several times, and there were only ten people left behind him. His body was torn and covered with blood and yellow and white things, as if he had been showered with blood.
No matter how brave he was, he could not withstand a long period of high-intensity fighting. He was exhausted, his arms were sore and numb, and he could hardly hold the shield and mace in his hands.
When an armored Qiang man came towards him with a scimitar, he hit him with his shield and stepped on the corpse. His center of gravity suddenly became unstable and he sat on the ground.
The second knife came one after another. He used his copper mace to make a cut. Sparks flew and the blade made a cut on his brow bone, causing blood to flow like a stream!
"Kill!" Yan Long used all his strength at the critical moment, and suddenly struck with his mace. The Qiang soldier didn't even grunt, his face collapsed, and he fell to the ground.
But before Yanlong could take a breath, three more Qiang soldiers climbed up from the crenellations of the city tower. When they saw the blood on his face, they seemed to have seen the prey they dreamed of, and they all surrounded him.
Yan Long vaguely saw the incoming enemy with his blurred vision, threw away his shield, used the copper mace as a staff, stood up with all his strength, and held the mace with trembling hands.
"Kill--" Yanlong spat out a mouthful of blood foam, half-squinted his eyes, and the meridians on his face were all visible, looking extremely ferocious.
In this situation, he had no chance of winning against three, but he had no idea what fear was. Instead, he staggered towards the enemy.
"Brother, you go down and rest first, my brother is here too!"
A sudden shout came from behind Yan Long, and a figure as tall and powerful as him stood in front of him.
This man also had old injuries, his arms were wrapped in blood-stained white cloth, and with a knife in one hand and a mace in the other, he rushed toward the three Qiang soldiers as if hungry.
His name is Yan Hu, the second general guarding Longtou Pass.
In just one round, Yan Hu killed two Qiang soldiers and knocked them to the ground. One of them was hit by his mace and flew away, falling below the city.
Yan Long took a long breath, led the seven or eight surviving sergeants who were supporting him, and moved step by step towards the tower behind the barbican city.
He only had half an hour to rest. No matter what happened, he had to return again with his rested team to replace Yan Hu and withstand the crazy attack of the Qiang people.
In the past half month, he and Yan Hu came here like this, until dusk fell and the Qiang people stopped attacking the city.
After leaving the battle group, Yanlong immediately lowered his head and looked down at the Wengcheng.
In the middle below the urn city, there is a martial arts arena.
On the side of the martial arts arena near the main city gate, a general-pointing platform about three feet high was set up. A veteran general with gray beard and heavy armor, wearing a golden sword, was sitting on the chair.
His name is Yanchang, and he is the commander of the army guarding Longtou Pass.
Behind him stood three flags that were turned gray and yellow by the wind and sand.
The first flag has the word "Yu" written on it, which represents the Yu Dynasty.
The second flag has the word "Yan" written on it, which is the handsome flag.
The Yan family made great achievements in the Dayu Dynasty and was favored for five generations. They were named "Wuwei Generals" and were hereditary.
The third flag has the word "Zhen Guo" written on it. A year and a half ago, Yan Chang was named "Zhen Guo Gong" by the Yu Dynasty due to his outstanding military exploits.
Faced with the gaze of his eldest son Yanlong, Yan Chang only glanced up and nodded in affirmation.
Yanlong grinned and showed a happy smile.
He should be laughing, because in this half hour he killed nearly a hundred enemies and ensured that the city tower was not lost.
"Father, my eldest brother and my second brother have been fighting fiercely for a long time. Let me go to the tower."
In front of the martial arts stage, a young general riding a black horse shouted.
But when I saw that he had sharp eyebrows and starry eyes, a nose like hanging gallbladder, lips as sharp as a knife, a face like a crown jade, and his hair tied with a plain belt, he was about eighteen years old. If I hadn't met him on this battlefield, I would have definitely regarded him as a physically inferior person.
Scholars make strong men of letters, this is the style of martial men and women.
He is none other than Yan Yun, the third son of Yan Chang, the third general of Guan Guan who has made the Qiang people frightened in the past two years.
He carries a bright silver cloud-swallowing dragon-patterned gun in his hand, a six-edged fine copper mace on his waist, a purple gold and silver iron arm bow on his shoulder, twenty cloud-penetrating arrows on his back, and a white robe covered with fish-scale chain mail. He is ready for battle.
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Yan Chang squinted his eyes and looked in front of the tower, shouting loudly to kill, but did not respond to Yan Yun's request.
"Father, handsome!" Yan Yun shouted again.
At this time, a rumbling crash came from the heavy city gate of Longtou Pass!
Obviously, the defenders on the tower did not suppress the enemy enough, and the enemy's heavy armor had already pushed the battering ram to the bottom of the city.
On the other side of the city gate, a team of hundreds of Qiang soldiers gathered together densely, using shields as cover, pushing a five-foot-thick battering ram composed of an old tree and boulder, shouting slogans, and attacking.
Bumping back and forth against the city gate.
The solid city bricks seemed to be unable to withstand this huge force, with many cracks occurring and lime popping off.
Soon, the city gate was pushed open a crack by strong force!
Sergeant Dayu, who was guarding the city gate, quickly held the wooden pillars against the city gate, or climbed up and tried his best to hold on.
However, the force of the impact was so great that two wooden pillars were quickly broken, and several sergeants who were protecting the door with their bodies were even shocked to the point of vomiting blood.
Yanchang's beard and hair were all spread out, and he shouted violently: "Yanyun obeyed the order and guarded the city gate to the death!"
After saying that, he stood up from his chair, walked quickly to the martial arts stage, and got on his horse.
Two sergeants stepped forward quickly carrying an armor-piercing long spear. Yan Chang picked it up with his toes and held the long spear in his hands.
"Follow me to the tower!" Yan Chang waved his hand, and the two hundred soldiers who had been waiting here for a long time, led by two generals, followed closely behind and rushed straight to the steps.
"Father, be careful!" Yan Yun said, turning his head again and focusing on the city gate that was about to be shattered.
"Open the city gate!"
The sergeants seemed unable to believe their ears and looked at Yan Yun with some suspicion.