The Huns retreated, and the walls were in shambles. The soldiers of Longyou and the townsmen of the Yun family all collapsed to the ground, and they could only tell whether they were alive from their noses and mouths.

The people on the ground lay on top of each other, and the dead people finished their lives in this life. The living were slowly recovering their squeezed bodies, lying there trying to breathe in the blood-soaked air.

Wang Xiaoer was lying on the ground in pain, and his chest was slashed by the Huns. The cowhide armor still played some role, at least he wasn't disemboweled.

The fifth child of the Ma family was lying beside him, but his head was far away. He was decapitated in the back, and his head flew far away. The snow on the ground melted with human blood, and then it was frozen hard by the cold wind from the grasslands. Wang Xiaoer wanted to get up, but he was surprised to find that he was actually frozen on the ground by frozen blood.

The bear stood up, and with a "zila" sound, a piece of blood ice rose on the iron armor.

"Fuck there are still people alive, go down and drink with Lao Tzu."

The bear picked up the mace that had fallen on the ground and beckoned the Yun family's villagers to go down for a drink. If you don't drink a glass after the bloody battle, I'm really sorry for myself for the rest of my life.

For five days in a row, he led his 300 townships to run around dangerous places. The strong force and the outstanding swordsmanship of the villagers are the nightmare of the Huns. The hard training was not in vain, and Dai Yu taught them the most simple and practical moves.

The sharp saber gave their weapons a head over the enemy, and the Huns were often split along with their weapons. The use of the saber is not so fancy, only a few horizontal and vertical chops back and forth, but it can give full play to the blade of steel.

The Yun family warriors stood up tiredly. Wipe the saber in his hand to the corpse of a Hunn. As the bear staggered down the wall, on the other side of the wall. A group of soldiers was coming to change the guard. The chaotic footsteps are alarming to hear.

Wang Xiaoer glanced back, and there were a few in the new team that he knew. Stay with him in a Zhuangzi. Aren't they crossbowmen? Why do you hold a big shield and a saber on your shoulder, and you still have a halberd in your hand. Where did their bows and crossbows go?

I don't have time to think about so many whys, no matter how tired I am, I have to get a few heads. Too lazy to cut the ground, this is the most violent impact of the Huns in a few days. Less than half of the 1,000 men and horses of the Sword and Shield Battalion can walk now, and the rest are left here. There were so many heads left behind by the robes that they couldn't count them.

The corpses of the Huns were thrown under the city, and a bucket of black Western Regions oil was poured on a layer of it. There are a lot of these things in Seoul, and Yun Xiao got a lot of them back.

The corpses of their own people were neatly placed on the roof of the castle tower, and those who could find them could help to gather all the parts. I heard that there is a lack of one in this life. In the next life, there will be less reincarnation. They are all relatives of the township party, and many of them are friends who have played with bare ass since childhood. That's all you can do, just take a look and give it a ride.

Wang Xiaoer picked up the head of the fifth child of the Ma family and carefully placed it on top of the cavity. When he was a child, this kid would steal some potatoes or something in the field, and he would give himself a share. The man is gone, let him have a whole corpse. Don't be born without a head in the next life...... Is it still a human being without a head? I didn't have time to think about this boring question, the captain had already urged. Hurry up and take the head you have obtained to the captain to report for merit.

There are twenty-one small iron plaques with the word "human head" in the bag, which is the proof of receiving money in the future. There were already thirty pieces in the bag. Today's harvest is not small. It seems that when he returns to Longyou, he can also become a small rich man. Buy a woman who can work and give birth and come back to serve Lao Tzu and Mother. Then buy a few acres of land from the official family, and buy a good ploughing cow. The money to build a house should also be enough, as long as you save your life and survive this winter. Good days are coming. Thinking of a happy life in the future, Wang Xiaoer's face was full of longing.

Yun Xiao was full of troubles, and estimated that the Huns would fight back. But I definitely didn't expect it to be such a sharp counterattack. Five days is just five days. The original Lingwuguan border army was completely disabled, and a collective funeral of three or four hundred corpses was buried at one time. Yun Xiao attended five or six times.

The Huns went crazy and attacked frantically on a ten-mile-long front regardless of casualties. The soldiers on the right side of Longyou were filled in. The Sword and Shield Battalion was defeated in half of the day. In the Sword and Shield Battalion, which went out in the morning at full capacity, less than half of the people could still eat and talk when they came down from the pass.

The captain of the Sword and Shield Battalion stood opposite Yun Xiao and gave a military salute with a flat chest. He also had a feathered arrow stuck in his shoulder, and two fingers were missing from his left hand. A large piece of the armor on his chest was broken, and the congealed blood firmly stuck the broken armor to his body.

Yun Xiao solemnly returned the salute to this guy, and this son of a bitch actually had a hint of iron and blood.

When everyone returned to the camp, they began to count their little iron tiles. Mother's poor ghost is always a poor ghost, thinking about money all day long. The trace of reverence that had just risen was shaken away by Yun Xiao. This is a bunch of outlaws who are working for money, and if you tell them any about defending the family and the country, these boys will run away.

If you want to sue them to defend the fruits of their robbery, these guys can fight with people with knives.

The urgent document has been sent out for ten days, and it was sent out on the day I returned to Lingwu Pass. Why is there still no reinforcements arriving, even if the road is slippery and difficult to walk in heavy snow. It should have arrived, and I can't hold out for long. Today, even the bow and crossbow battalion has been reorganized into sword and shield bearers.

Dai Yu, Canghu, Cangxiong. Each of them was stationed in three different places with three hundred Yun Hometown Yong, and now all Yun Xiao could mobilize in his hands was Batu and his hundred clansmen.

The cook was distributing food to every guy who came down from the city wall, and followed Yunhou to fight. If you dare to say that you don't eat well, make sure someone smacks you in the mouth. Large pieces of mutton were given to each person weighing half a catty, and scallion pancakes and steamed buns were taken casually. The most drooling thing is the thick milky white mutton soup. Drink it in your stomach and warm your whole body.

It's just that there are fewer bean sprouts, and only one team has a plate. However, this is also stronger than other military ranks, and Yun Hou has never seen this kind of crisp thing in his mouth before.

Gu'er Besu half of his face was swollen and tall, and he still had slap prints. This is the cook beats, because when cutting turnips. I stole some of my own. may have eaten a lot, and there was not enough radish for ten arms. The conscience of heaven and earth. It's not just stealing it yourself. The sisters who cut radishes have a share, why only beat the old lady. You can also smoke it on one side of your face. You can smoke a symmetrical swollen one.

I really don't understand why radishes are so chopped, are Han people rabbits, why do they eat so many radips. It is also mixed with the cut beef, the taste of raw beef is good, and I used to eat it myself when Daddy killed the cow.

"Smack" was hot on the face, and he was slapped again. Can't you change your face over there, it hurts to hit your swollen face.

It's over, it's going to starve. There is no such work as chopping stuffing and mixing stuffing, and I can only face a large pile of firewood and charcoal. All that grows so big is cow dung. Who will light a fire with this thing.

The blackened pretty face was slapped again, because the boiling water actually burned the smell of a string of smoke. It's still a badly swollen half of the face.,Please, hit that half of the face next time.。

From the kitchen came the cheers of the sisters, and the strong smell wafted in the wind. Gu'er didn't know that it was his share, but he was really hungry. There was also a mountain of chopping wood to chop, and Gu'er Besu really wanted to chop the damn cook with a firewood knife.

The body is very weak, and he is sweating profusely. The stomach inside the stomach seemed to be pinched together, and the black and shiny stones that could burn the fire seemed to be very brittle. Gu'er looked left and right at no one, took a piece and threw it in his mouth, clicked and chewed.

Black saliva trickled down the corners of his mouth. "Snap" received another slap on the swollen face.

"You Hun ghost girl, this coal is used for charcoal fire. You're hungry and faint, and you eat this thing. I'll tell you to eat, what kind of steamed buns will Lao Tzu take. The cook looked at the stupid Gu'er and got angry, raised his hand and slapped him again. It's still half of his face swollen.

"Fat Yang, what are you doing. Bullying the Huns again, it's okay to slap them twice. Don't break the rules. If you want to keep your peeing guy, take care of the little brother. If something really happens, there will be no one to help Master Hou. ”

Goshawk walked over with two buns in his hand. While eating steaming steamed buns, he taught the fat cook a lesson.

"Oops. Lord Eagle. Why do you just eat it dry, there are still some spicy spots in the small ones, so I'll make a bowl of red oil for you. On this cold day, some spicy food is the warmest. ”

Fat Yang Jingba shook his head and greeted him, and his fierce appearance turned into a flattering smile in the face of Gu'er Besu.

"How did you get it, black into this virtue."

The goshawk gestured to Gulbel's small face, which was smoked like that of an African native.

"Lord Eagle, you don't know. This Hun ghost girl is simply a starving ghost, let her cut radishes and eat two and a half raw by herself, and she stole raw meat to eat with meat filling. Asked her to boil the water, she was stunned to burn the smoke, and the Hou Ye drank the smell of soot from the tea, and called me to scold me half to death. Thinking about letting her chop some firewood, this fucking stealing coal to eat. I've lived for more than 40 years, and it's the first time I've heard of stealing coal to eat. ”

"She's hungry, and it's pitiful. Give her some food, and drink a lot of food brought back from Seoul. Isn't it necessary to give a full meal to summon people to work? Go get her two buns. ”

"Yes, Lord Eagle."

Fat Yang glanced at the goshawk, and then looked back at Gu'er Besu. The chubby two little short legs kicked upside down, and after a while, he came back with a large bowl of five or six palm-sized buns.

"Eat, this is the Eagle Master's reward for you. I haven't thanked Lord Eagle yet. The chubby hand shoved the bowl into Gulbel's hand.

"Master Eagle, this girl can't understand Chinese. The villain will go to mix chili oil for you, and you wait for the villain to come back soon. ”

Fat Yang ran away with a lot of eyes.

Gu'er looked at the white wrinkled thing in the bowl in a daze, and the enticing fragrance ran down his nostrils. Black saliva flowed out again.

The dirty little hand grasping on the snow-white bun is a five-finger mountain. I didn't care about the heat, so I opened my mouth and took a big bite. Yellow grease flowed down the corners of his mouth, and there was a slight cinder with it.

Gu'er Besu, who was eating the bun, made a rattling sound in his mouth, and the goshawk's ears were sour when he listened. The buns were eaten so quickly that the goshawk couldn't figure it out. Why did the little mouth eat so quickly, and there was a tight hiccup sound from the other side. In the end, she was still choking, and the goshawk thought about getting a bowl of rice soup and pressing her to eat.

The smart and simple Hun girl did not work the goshawk, and solved the problem herself.

Gu'er didn't speed around, and ran to a place in the snow that had not been stepped on. Grabbing a handful of snow and stuffing it into his mouth, he didn't stop until his cheeks were bulging like squirrels.

The eyes of the flies are as big as buns, and that's fine! It's really born to feed well.

The hiccup was not hit, and the flower-faced Gu'er stood in the snow quickly. Two big eyes gazed affectionately at the goshawk - the big meat bun in his hand.

couldn't stand the enthusiastic and hot eyes, and the goshawk helplessly handed over the bun in his hand. (To be continued......)