Chu Yunfei smiled slightly and stopped dwelling on this topic. He turned to say: "General Changsun, I won't mention this in advance. Hurry up and ask the soldiers to defend strictly and prepare more bows, arrows and rolling stones so that we can kill a lot of people."
Fan.Love with broken jaw"
As Chu Yunfei spoke, there was a faint smile on his face. There was a smell of blood in this smile, which made Chang Sun Sheng feel a slight chill in his eyes.
In Chu Yunfei's eyes, Changsun Sheng could not see any fear, but instead there was a bloodthirsty desire and expectation for war.
Changsun Sheng nodded and said no more. This man was born for war. It is almost impossible for him to escape.
At present, the soldiers of the Sui Dynasty moved in succession to decorate the city. Yanmen Pass is the largest pass in the northwest. The city is strong, even worse than Liaodong City. In addition, there are many grains, grass and firearms stored in the city. It is undoubtedly the first in the northwest.
The fortress was also the Sui Dynasty's first fortress against the Hulu.
At noon, the Turkic soldiers finally arrived outside Yanmen Pass. They saw the sound of horse hooves, flags flying, swords, guns, swords and halberds dense as rain. The morale of the Turkic soldiers was high, and the cavalry regiment stood like ants outside Yanmen Pass.
Zhaotu personally led the cavalry to the outside of Yanmen Pass, and a pair of cold eyes swept towards the top of the city. Chu Yunfei did not flinch at all, his thin figure stood quietly on the top of the city, and he did not know when his eyes had been filled with fear.
Full of blood-red color, fighting spirit burned crazily in his eyes.
The two of them looked at each other, and when they took the photo, they felt as if their eyes were stabbed heavily by something, and they couldn't help but feel a slight tremor in their hearts.
He raised his head and shouted to Chu Yunfei: "We haven't seen you for many days. The King of Jin killed his father and brother and ascended the throne of the Dabao Golden Palace. His style is as good as before. It is really gratifying to congratulate him."
The shout was clearly heard by the soldiers on the city wall. For a moment, the officers and soldiers of the Sui army were stunned and turned their heads to look at Chu Yunfei.
Under the city wall, all the Turkic warriors laughed and made a lot of noise, obviously mocking Chu Yunfei for his despicable character.
Chu Yunfei snorted softly and said: "Zhaitu, I haven't seen you for such a long time. I didn't expect you to still be stubborn. Apart from hearsay and gossiping like a woman without thinking, what else do you have? I'll give you a
I suggest that you don’t wear this armor. I’ll give you a set of women’s clothes, which may be more suitable for a talkative woman like you. It will also be more appropriate next time when you are making trouble.”
With that said, Chu Yunfei waved to the soldiers behind him, and within a moment, a pink dress fluttered down from the top of the city.
On the top of the city, Chang Sun Sheng took the lead in shouting, and the soldiers laughed.
The photo's face flushed red, and the Turkic soldiers around him yelled and cursed. One of the captains of the guard angrily slapped his horse and stepped forward, raising his saber and slashing at the skirt!
An arrow seemed to come from the sky, with a whooshing sound, it was nailed into the throat of the captain of the guard. The sword still had its remaining power, and it shot the captain of the guard off his horse.
Pinned to the grass!
The Turkic soldiers immediately became silent and looked up at the top of the city in surprise.
Chu Yunfei looked calm, the bow string in his hand was buzzing, he stretched out his hand to gently lick the bow string, and said calmly: "This is a generous gift to the Prince of Photography, but there is a servant who does not know how to live or die, Prince Photography, I will take my place
You should teach such idiots a lesson and stop showing off their ugliness outside Yanmen Pass."
Chu Yunfei's voice didn't sound very loud, but every soldier up and down the city could hear it clearly.
The photo's face turned red from suppressing his emotions, and he waved his hand behind him. Suddenly, more than a dozen Turkic knights roared in unison, and their horses galloped towards the dress!
In an instant, the sound of horse hooves sounded and sand flew up, filling the eyes of the Sui soldiers on the city wall.
Changsun Sheng raised his hand in the air and ordered him to shoot the arrow.
Chu Yunfei slowly shook his head and said, "I'll do it."
After listening to Chu Yunfei's words, Changsun Sheng fixed his hand in the air and did not wave it down.
The sound of arrow clusters piercing the air rang out, and the buzzing sound was like a dense horn. Following the sound of arrow clusters piercing the air, screams one after another came from the sand. After a while, the sand slowly
The ground fell, ten horses ran around aimlessly, and the corpses of ten Turkic soldiers were lined up on the ground, as if they had been placed neatly.
A gust of wind blew, and the red dress fluttered with the wind, flying lightly into the air, and then fell to the ground again, as if mocking the incompetence of the Turkic warriors.
Under the city wall, all the Turkic soldiers were stunned. They all raised their heads and looked at Yanmen Gate. In their eyes, Chu Yunfei's figure kept getting bigger, like an undefeated god of war from ancient times, but he was slightly thinner and pale.
, both eyes were blood red.
Chu Yunfei raised his head and looked at the photo, and sighed softly. This voice was somewhat lonely and desolate. Although it was low, it clearly reached the ears of every Turkic warrior.
At that moment, everyone's heart seemed to be hit hard by a heavy hammer, and an inexplicable desolation and sadness arose involuntarily.
Eleven lives, eleven fresh lives, eleven all-powerful warriors who roamed the grassland, were wiped out in the blink of an eye by this man, ending their remaining lives.
But this man was sighing silently, full of invincible loneliness.
Chu Yunfei spoke slowly, with an indescribable loneliness in his voice: "Photography, I originally thought there was someone in this world worthy of my help, but it's a pity, when did you become as timid as a woman?"
Are you afraid of trouble? Apart from stirring up trouble, can you only hide behind the soldiers and tremble?"
Photographer said angrily: "Young surnamed Yang, don't be so arrogant! A certain family is not afraid of a wolf-hearted beast like you who doesn't even recognize his relatives!"
Saying that, Shetu raised his hand back, bent his bow with his backhand, and shot an arrow towards the dress with a whoosh!
Chu Yunfei sneered, and with a slight movement of his fingers, a sharp arrow shot out like lightning. Only a clanking sound was heard. The long arrow was like a poisonous snake, inserted upright into the long arrow that took the picture.
The long arrow that took the photo was firmly nailed into the sand and stone.
The pink dress was still fluttering in the wind, huffing and puffing, and was intact.
The face in the photo was suffocated and turned purple, like a ripe eggplant.
He roared angrily, and shot three arrows in succession towards the dress, as if the dress and the photograph had a great vengeance for killing his father and seizing his wife.
With a faint smile on Chu Yunfei's face, the bow string sounded, and three arrows flew out, nailing the long arrow that took the picture into the sand and stone.
Photo's face turned red. The existence of this dress had already made him feel unspeakable shame. He rode thousands of miles and came to the outside of Yanmen Pass. He did not come here to seek humiliation.
Just when Shetu was about to desperately order the soldiers to come forward and destroy the dress, Chu Yunfei's voice sounded leisurely: "It seems that Brother Shetu really has a special liking for skirts. Brother Shetu, you don't have to worry.
, I have a golden saying, since I said I gave it to you, I will not snatch it from you. It is just an ordinary dress. Unexpectedly, Brother Photography takes it so seriously, so I simply send the Buddha to the west and bring it to Brother Photography in front of you.
Bar."
As he spoke, the bowstring in Chu Yunfei's hand rang, and there was a swipe on the ground. The long arrow flew as fast as lightning from the bowstring in his hand, flying flatly on the ground. He picked up his clothes and flew towards the photo.
go!
The soldiers on the top of the city were dumbfounded and stared at this strange long arrow in surprise. They really couldn't believe that this arrow came from the hands of a mortal!
But it was too late to take pictures and appreciate this masterpiece at its peak. What followed with the long arrow was not only the pink dress, but also the endless murderous aura!
The moment Chu Yunfei's bow string sounded, murderous aura enveloped Shetu's body. He intuitively wanted to draw the sword with his backhand, but his whole body seemed to be tightly bound by an invisible rope, and he could not move at all!
The long arrow flew quickly towards Shetu's throat. To the soldiers on the top of the city, all this seemed like a flash of lightning, but in Shetu's heart, it seemed like a thousand years had passed!
Sweat slid down Chu Yunfei's pale cheeks and dripped on the top of the city, but he didn't notice it at all. He just stared closely at the photo and the long arrow, as if he wanted to concentrate all his attention on it.
Pour it into that long arrow.
There was deathly silence on and off the city wall. All the soldiers' eyes were looking towards Longjian. They saw the long sword flying toward Sheitu like lightning, but Shetu seemed to have lost his mind and gone crazy. He didn't dodge at all. Could it be that this guy was crazy?
?
At this moment, a hand appeared in mid-air like a white jade, and gently pinched it in the air. Chu Yunfei's long arrow suddenly stopped in mid-air.
Everyone looked at the palm appearing in mid-air in surprise, dumbfounded.
This hand is really too perfect. It is snow-white in color and crystal clear, as if it is transparent. Even the veins and blood vessels inside can be seen clearly.
When I took the photo, I felt a lightness on my body, and the murderous intention in the sky disappeared without a trace at this moment.
He relaxed. With this hand, he could be safe.
Photographer turned over, dismounted, and prostrated on the ground: "Welcome to the Holy One!"
A body slowly appeared in mid-air. This person was handsome, with long hair shawl. He was solemn and solemn with a touch of holiness. It seemed that he couldn't tell whether he was a man or a woman.
The Turkic soldiers all dismounted and prostrated themselves on the ground: "Welcome to the Holy One!"
At that moment, the Sui army on top of the city was stunned and looked at the figure in mid-air.
The world between heaven and earth was shrouded in an inexplicable peaceful atmosphere, and everyone felt a sense of peace and quiet.
Chu Yunfei slowly straightened his body and reached out his hand to tightly hold the handle of the Shura knife at his waist.
He stared quietly at the person in mid-air. This person seemed to be a god, sitting quietly in the air.
After all the Turkic warriors knelt down and worshiped, the man slowly said: "Get up."
His voice was soft and clear, and when it fell into Chu Yunfei's ears, he couldn't tell whether the person was a man or a woman.