Looking out from the Xianbei camp, you can vaguely see the wild goose gate closed several miles away, and the lights are lit. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

The old general Zhang Zhong wore a gray and black armor robe, walked out of the general's mansion, and walked towards the various passes of Yanmen Pass, followed by two armored generals on the left and right.

The man on the left has a short beard and square face, and his strong muscles are definitely like a tiger's back, and he walks with a strong momentum unique to martial arts.

On the right is a young man who looks weak, twenty-seven or eighteen years old, wearing a bright silver fish-scale armor, but not wearing a helmet, revealing a beautiful face that is three points clear and seven points warm, and when the corners of his mouth are slightly hooked, he looks a little demon-like.

The fourth son of the Yan family, Yan Xin.

Three days ago, it was this person who led 3,000 armor soldiers and galloped all the way from Shangdang County, and at the last moment, timely reinforcements were closed at Yanmen, which caused Budugen's plan to break the pass to come to naught again.

As the leading family in Bingzhou, the Yan family has passed the year of the Mandate of Heaven, and has four sons and one daughter under his knees, and named his four sons according to 'Liyizhixin'.

The eldest son, Yan Li, has a calm temperament, and serves as the Great Honglu Cheng in Beijing, with an official rank of more than 1,000 stones, although the official position is not as good as the three princes and nine secretaries, but it is not low.

The second son, Yan Yi, was brave and ruthless, and was transferred to the Xiliang Garrison, where he got the rank of Chongwu general in the army.

The third son, Yan Zhi, died early and drowned when he was nine years old.

The fourth son, Yan Xin, has a lazy personality, does not study literature or martial arts, wears a coarse linen clothes, often wanders in the countryside and fields, likes to chat with the working people, and has fun.

However, such an act was tantamount to deviance and self-deprecation at the time. For this reason, Yan's father punished Yan Xin for a while, but it didn't have half an effect, so that Yan's father scolded Yan Xin for a period of time when he saw Yan Xin'.

Over time, Yan Kan didn't bother to care about this most unsuccessful son, as long as he didn't bring disaster to the Yan family, everything would go with him.

Yan Xin followed behind the old general, deeply admiring the old man in front of him, who was a little older than his father, and with an army of less than 30,000, he forcibly blocked more than 100,000 Xianbei people outside the pass for nearly a month.

However, it is such an old general who is over the age of six, but he insists on doing the most inconspicuous little thing of night patrol every day.

Yan Xin's face showed doubt, he had always been a person who couldn't hide his words, so he opened his mouth and asked: "Shibo, you can just leave such a trivial matter as a night patrol to your subordinates, why do you have to go there in person every night?" "If it were in the past, Zhang Zhong would not be able to arrange the night patrol on his head, but now that the country is ruined, Zhang Zhong stubbornly insists on patrolling the night every night, just to convey a message to all the guards, that is, no matter what happens tomorrow, he Zhang Zhong will be with everyone to live and die.

It is precisely because of the old general's sworn heart that these soldiers guarding the pass have almost miraculously repelled the fierce attacks of the Xianbei people like tigers and wolves again and again.

Zhang Zhong didn't talk to Yan Xin in detail, the iron-blooded heart of the soldiers, they may not be able to understand the young masters of the family who have held a golden spoon since childhood.

"Virtuous nephew, when the day comes, you should go back to the party."

Under the bright starlight, there was a leisurely sigh from the old man.

The grass was sloppy, and the black military boots were stepping on the lawn, and the face of the old man in front of him could not be seen clearly.

Yan Xin smiled suddenly, he naturally understood the overtone in Zhang Zhong's words, and there was a hint of playfulness on his clear face, "Shibo, although I don't like to dance with knives and sticks like my second brother, but I am by no means a weak son who is powerless, and it is not difficult for me to protect myself on the battlefield." Besides, you don't know my old man's temper, I'm going to go back like this, he wants to know, and he doesn't know how thick a stick he has to take to drive me out of the house. ”

Hearing the aggrieved words in Yan Xin's mouth, Zhang Zhong stroked the three-foot white beard fluttering on his chest, and laughed: "That old stubborn, all these years have passed, and his temper is still the same as that of a donkey, if you calculate carefully, the old man has not seen that old thing in the past two years......"

Thinking of the old man, the old general's heart couldn't help but warm a little.

The three of them walked all the way, and when they were about to reach the gate, Yan Xin suddenly raised his head and asked coldly: "Shibo, your family in Yanmen Pass is almost gone, even if you add the 3,000 soldiers I brought, it is less than 6,000, of which more than half of the soldiers are wounded, and the Xianbei people outside the pass still have at least 70,000 troops, do you really want to leave?" ”

The old man who walked in the front never paused, just like the dragon and tiger steps when he was named the general of Zhenbei by the first emperor, and the old man's voice was sonorous at the moment, "Anyone can go, anyone can escape, but I can't." ”

The old man called himself 'I' at this moment, not the usual 'old man' in the past.

"Why?"

Yan Xin is very puzzled by this, the current situation is like a game of chess without suspense, the black chess dragon has been completed, showing a crushing trend, and the white chess style is slightly lonely in a corner, but there is no trick to slay the dragon. At this point, if white does not retreat, it will completely evolve into a game of death, which will be swallowed up by black.

The old general doesn't answer too much, and if he doesn't experience many things personally, these young descendants may not understand it for the rest of their lives.

Han Lie, who was also following the old general and walking side by side with Yan Xin, couldn't help but interject: "General, didn't you say that Lord Assassin Shi had already personally led the army to reinforce Yanmen Pass?" ”

About half a month ago, Zhang Yi, the assassin of Bingzhou, made enough gimmicks among the people, saying that he would personally raise troops to Yanmen Pass, fight to the death with the Xianbei people, and never let the conspiracy of the Xianbei people go south succeed.

However, it wasn't until ten days ago that the master of the assassin history began to set off from Jinyang, like a turtle marching at a speed, even so, four or five days is enough time to rush from Jinyang to Yanmen Pass, but now ten days have passed, but there is still no figure of the master of the assassin history, which is hidden in the meaning, which is interesting.

In addition, the four people who were transferred from the Guannai early in the morning, a total of 20,000 people, have not arrived so far.

Disobey the orders of the superiors, and the military law should be beheaded.

Zhang Zhong has been in charge of the state for decades, and no one has ever dared to disobey his military orders, of course, even the generals of the four-way unified army naturally do not have the courage.

This shows that someone is doing things behind the back and doing something.

There are not many people who dare to argue with the Zhang family in Bingzhou, they can be counted on one hand, and there is only one most likely, Zhang Yi, who assassinated Shi.

The position of Assassin was originally just a middle-level official responsible for supervising state and county affairs, but over time, it has now evolved into a powerful feudal official.

Zhang Zhong and Zhang Yi, both surnamed Zhang, may have been a family five hundred years ago. Right now, the two of them are almost on the same page, the tip of the needle is against Mai Mang, and no one will let anyone.

One is the supreme military commander of the state, and the other is the highest chief executive of the state.

Zhang Yi wanted to completely control the state, and the high-ranking Zhang Zhong became the biggest stumbling block. Zhang Zhong not only mastered the military dispatch of the entire annexed state, but also was upright and strict, which made Zhang Yi, who once wanted to divide the annex with Zhang Zhong equally, deflated many times.

Therefore, Zhang Zhong must die!

The southward movement of the Xianbei people just created this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Zhang Yi.

The defenders of Yanmen Pass are less than 30,000, and as long as their reinforcements are cut off, it is only a matter of time before Yanmen Pass is breached. With Zhang Zhong's iron-clad temperament, he will never abandon the pass and flee, and he will definitely fight to the death.

Zhang Yi grasped this death hole of Zhang Zhong, so he marched very slowly, and chose to watch from the wall, and when Zhang Zhong's army was exhausted, he would go out to fight Xianbei again, so as to enjoy the benefits of the fisherman.

Of course, there are naturally some people behind this, such as the Zheng family.

It's just that Zhang Yi ignored one point, the Xianbei people known as the "grassland wolf" are notorious, and when they break through, how can they be stopped by his 20,000 or 30,000 horses.

It was precisely because of Zhang Yi's selfishness that he almost brought an unprecedented catastrophe to the entire Han Dynasty.

Zhang Zhong didn't say a word about Han Lie's words, the intrigue of officialdom can be described as indescribable, it is possible that someone who still calls you a brother and a brother today will stab you in the back tomorrow, Zhang Yi is well versed in the way of being an official and knows how to deal with the world, but if he wants to put on armor and fight against the Xianbei people, it will only kill more soldiers.

If he could, Zhang Zhong would rather Zhang Yi lead his people to retreat south than let them die in vain.

"Could it be that you really expect that kid Lu Fengxian?" Han Lie subconsciously asked.

"Lu Fengxian?"

Yan Xin muttered in his mouth, and immediately understood, and asked Han Lie sideways: "That Lu Fengxian, who led dozens of horsemen to break through the Xianbei thousands?" ”

"It's not just as simple as breaking a thousand people, Baokou Gusheng captured the Xianbei general, Pingfengkou wiped out 3,000 Xianbei soldiers, and easily captured the county town of Yunzhong......" Han Lie said with high spirits, which one is not worth clapping and which one is not a great achievement. In the past, those sour Confucian literati always sneered at their martial artists for their simple minds and developed limbs, and they only knew how to rely on brute force to kill indiscriminately, but now Lu Bu can be said to have given them a slap, no, a lot of loud slaps of "pop pap", which made Han Lie, who is also a martial artist, feel angry and feel that he has face.

Han Lie spoke energetically, and Yan Xin didn't splash him with cold water. In his opinion, even if Lu Bu can capture the county town of Yunzhong, he may not be able to gather tens of thousands of troops, and if he dares to come to reinforce Yanmen Pass with only a thousand people, this is not much different from a sheep entering the tiger's mouth.

The old general had already walked to the stone steps leading to the gate, and when he looked up, the lights were turned off, and the soldiers who came and went on patrol had solemn expressions, and they did not relax for a moment.

Zhang Liao, a grandson, said that a young man surnamed Xi said when he was leaving that as long as he could hold the Yanmen Pass for a month, reinforcements would arrive to relieve the danger of Yanmen.

There are still three days left to last for one month, but can the remaining soldiers hold out for three days?

I'm afraid, it's going to be a difficult day.

The old general raised his steps and gently pressed on the bluestone-paved stairs, step by step.

The Han Dynasty has been founded for more than 300 years, and Yanmen Pass has been inherited for more than 300 years, and it has never been lost. The next day, the morning sun rose, and the Xianbei people once again launched a fierce offensive against Yanmen Pass.

Thousands of Xianbei people and a large number of siege equipment into the battlefield, the old general sitting in the city tower personally held a knife and walked to the city, thousands of Han family children are even more desperate to fight and do not retreat, rather fall down the city together, than let the Xianbei thieves climb the city wall.

The battle lasted from the rising sun until the westward setting in the afternoon.

The remnant sun set down the hillside, filling the distant horizon with the sunset.

Dusk is never a time to be praised, and after dusk, darkness erodes light, and the earth plunges into a black eternal night.

Blood soaked the city walls, from the head to the corner, as if the tall monster had been redressed in a red coat.

The two-foot-high iron gate creaks from time to time, and occasionally some stone chips fall sparsely from the top.

Before the Yanmen Gate, there were more than 10,000 dead bodies, which were placed horizontally and vertically, and the blood and water flowing out filled the surrounding potholes.

Any description of words and words pales at the moment, and this is war.

The cruelty of war has never been understood by those historians who sit high in the temple, they have never been there, but only after hearsay, pick up cinnabar, on the thick bamboo slips, and leave a sentence lightly, in a certain year and month, the Han army defeated Xianbei and captured tens of thousands.

They also don't think about what kind of tragedy it is that 'the general dies in a hundred battles, and the strong man cannot return'.

After a day of fighting, the soldiers were extremely tired, and sat on the ground softening, leaning their backs against the city wall to rest, almost all of them with different scars of different sizes.

Woo tungsten ~ woo tungsten ~

The dull and melodious horn sounded again, and the black crows that were eating downstairs spread their wings, and hundreds of black crows fluttered their wings like an overwhelming black whirlwind.

The soldiers on the shut-in barely stood up with their weapons, and the muffled sound of the horn was all too familiar to them. For them, it was like an invitation to death from hell that had taken the lives of too many people.

Their bodies began to tremble uncontrollably, but their eyes were as firm as ever.

Everyone is afraid of death, but they can't retreat!

In the land of a few miles after this Yanmen Pass, there are their parents, wives and children, and their homeland that has been cultivated and grown for many years, and they will never allow this group of barbarians from outside the gate to wreak havoc and trample.

The weapon in his hand couldn't help but tighten a little, and white bones could be seen on the knuckles.

Ladders, wells, rushing cars, breaking hammers......

A series of siege engines began to advance slowly from a distance.

Budugen Xianyi Wang Jia stood at the front of the army, like a spotted tiger in his eyes, unable to hide his joy, and the Yanmen Pass, which he thought about day and night, would eventually become a thing in his pocket.

The spirit colt under the crotch felt the strong fighting intent emanating from his master, and stepped on the ground with all his might, gasping for a heavy snort.

Bu Dugen raised the long whip in his hand and swung it sharply in the direction of Yanmen Pass.

"Kill !!"

The 50,000 Xianbei soldiers behind him roared in unison, surging towards Yanmen Pass.

The scattered arrows shot from the top of the city could not stop them from marching forward bravely.

The leading vanguard soldier held a shield in his right hand, and with his left hand he carried the ladder and rushed down the city, trampling on the messy corpses on the ground, occasionally stepping on the potholes filled with blood, splashing red waterlines.

The old general held on to the wall battlement, looked down condescendingly, and there was not too much change in his eyes, the materials such as rolling stones and simmers for defense had been exhausted, and there were few arrows left.

Even so, he will never give up.

Soon, the Xianbei people rushed to the city and began to build a ladder, and the slow-moving Jingqi gradually followed.

The Xianbei people climbed up the ladder, and the soldiers on the gate also sharpened their knives, which was no longer an ordinary war, but was already related to the rise and fall of the Han Dynasty.

Zhang Zhong raised a tiger-headed broadsword, took the lead in cutting a Xianbei man who was the first to climb the city wall into two, and let him fall down the city wall, and then loudly encouraged: "Sons and daughters of the state, dare to fight to the death with the old man!" ”

"Fight to the death!" "Fight to the death!" "Fight to the death!"

The soldiers shouted in unison, they were like nameless weed seeds, even if they tried their best to drill out of the land and prove the value of their existence.

Even if it's just a flash in the pan.

咣~咣~咣~~

Hundreds of Xianbei soldiers pushed a huge city-breaking hammer to approach the city, using the inertia force of the impact to violently hit the city gate, and the stone dust and wood chips above continued to fall.

One, two, three......

Cycle.

Even the guards on the pass had already felt the violent shaking of the city wall, but the war could not distract them, and the only thing they had to do was to kill endlessly, and prevent the Xianbei people from climbing to the top of the city.

…………

Boom!

The hundreds of violent impacts of the city-breaking hammer finally caused the huge gate to collapse, and the dozens of strong men behind the gate were overwhelmed by the fallen gate.

As soon as the gate of Yanmen Gate collapsed, the morale of the Xianbei people rose again, and all the people who shouted and shouted rushed towards the broken gate, like the tide of the river.

"Brother Xin'er, let's go, if you don't leave, you will really die here!" A young man with Kuimu who was slashing left and right shouted at Yan Xin.

Wei Xu was anxious, although he hated these Xianbei people, but he didn't have the idea of fighting to the death, he was still young and had a good future, not to mention that the ancients didn't often say that staying in the green mountains was not afraid of no firewood.

When Yan Xin heard this, he killed all the way to Zhang Zhong's side, and his clear face revealed a trace of embarrassment, "Shibo, the hero's revenge, ten years is not too late, when you come back, you will definitely be able to kill the Xianbei people without leaving a piece of armor." ”

The breastplate in front of Zhang Zhong was dripping with blood, and the white beard that he often caressed with his hands was also dyed a few wisps of red.

The old general lined the hilt of his sword, gasped slightly and changed his breath, and then roared loudly: "Han Lie, Han Lie ......"

The man who was guarding the old man and fighting hard around him took advantage of the situation to cut down a freshly popped Xianbei man to the ground, ignoring the burning blood that flew to his face, and immediately withdrew, blocking his burly body in front of the old man, "General, what are your orders?" ”

At the time of the crisis, the old man showed the decisiveness and calmness that a general should have, "I order you to lead the rest of the guards, take Yan Xin, Zhang Liao and others, and evacuate in the direction of Shangdang County." ”

From the moment the city gate collapsed, it was doomed to the fall of Yanmen Pass.

"What about you, General?" Han Lie turned around and asked, and an inexplicable uneasiness rose in his heart.

The old man smiled as usual, and said to everyone, "You go first, and the old man will come later."

Such a clumsy lie naturally could not be concealed from everyone present.

"Grandfather, if your grandson doesn't leave, your grandson won't be afraid of death!"

Zhang Liao's immature voice made many people embarrassed, especially Wei Xu, who had just shouted to retreat, lowered his head in embarrassment at this moment.

The old man half-squatted down, stretched out his warm palm and touched the young man's head, revealing kindness on his serious face, "Liao'er, promise grandfather, when you grow up in the future, you must expel the Xianbei people from the Han!" ”

The young man gritted his teeth stubbornly, and tears flowed straight down.

"Why, you all want to disobey the order!"

Zhang Zhong saw that everyone was motionless in place, and Han Lie, who was a little angry, ordered: "Han Lie, take them away!"

Han Lie's mouth was tightly closed, and for the first time in his life, he did not respond to the old man's military order. In the past, as long as it was Zhang Zhong's order, whether it was going up the knife mountain or going down to the sea of fire, he would never frown.

But today, it's different.

Han Lie's gaze at the old man revealed pleading, "General, let's go together, okay?" ”

The old man didn't speak, just shook his head slightly.

This man who usually acts in a heroic style pulled off the iron helmet on his head, his eyes were red, and he sat on the ground like a lazy scoundrel, with a crying voice in his words, "What is this matter, how can there be a reason to run for your life and throw the boss here!" ”

"Get out!"

The old man shouted angrily, looked at the young people who were hanging their heads, and scolded: "Do you have to be angry with the old man to death, so you are willing to give up!"

After speaking, the old man lifted the long knife, pointed at everyone ruthlessly, gritted his teeth and read it word by word: "Military orders are like mountains, and those who dare to disobey orders will be killed!"

Everyone, you look at me, I look at you, and in desperation, I had to choose to compromise, and they all understood the old man's intentions.

Han Lie knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, and cried, General, take care!

Seeing the group turn around and walk down the city tower, the last big stone in Zhang Zhong's heart fell to the ground, and there was no more concern.

"Yanmen Pass has fallen into the hands of foreign races, Zhang Zhong, a sinner through the ages!"

The old general drew his sword from his waist, put it on his neck, closed his eyes, and two hot tears ran down his wrinkled face.

Boom Boom Boom Boom ......

The muffled thunder sounded, and the sky was still covered with sunset, and there was not half a dark cloud in sight.

"Reinforcements! It's reinforcements arriving! ”

I don't know who shouted, and the excitement in the voice was like a traveler who was about to die of thirst in the desert suddenly saw a clear sweet spring.

The soldiers, who could no longer support it, wept with joy.

Far on the horizon, an army of thousands of horsemen was advancing at a speed close to madness.

Look, a scarlet da, hunting in the wind, its war horses galloping, and the sons are wrapped in armor with knives.

Listen, a line of hooves is like thunder, from far to near, exploding all the way to the dust.