"kill"

The fire was rising into the sky, and the sound of killing sounds was like a tide of killing. Hu Bing, wearing heavy armor and holding a knife and shield, climbed up the cloud ladder and kept climbing upwards.

At this time, an officer shouted: "Stones are used to pick up wood, put them on."

Hearing the order, the soldiers nervously and skillfully poured the cannon stone slugs down, and suddenly screamed. These cannon stone slugs may not be heavy, but fell from a high altitude. Even if the armor-piercing shield was raised, it would be useless. Hu soldiers kept screaming and falling down.

"Golden juice, put"

The golden juice is boiled feces, and even deliberately mixed with all kinds of filth. When the orders came from above, the Hu soldiers below were frightened and trembled. Several of them even jumped down halfway. The big pot was lifted to the height of the trunk and poured it down, and the boiling feces were immediately poured down.

"Ah" screamed, and Hu Bing, who was climbing on the ladder, immediately screamed and fell down, hissing smoke all over his body, and his skin and flesh burned, revealing white bones.

These people were killed by falling to death, but they were screaming on the ground without dying. The feces were corroded and they would definitely die, but they had a long time, or even a few days of wailing but could not die, and suffered all the pain. Therefore, the Hu soldiers were as afraid as tigers, even more afraid than cannon stones and mulberry.

Seeing this, a commander waved his hand and went forward with his personal soldiers beside him, waved his sword one by one with a calm face, and killed the people who were infected with gold.

At the same time, the drums urged and the supervisory team stepped forward.

Under this oppression, Hu Bing mustered up the courage to climb the ladder.

Although the gold juice was powerful, it was actually very difficult to make, so it disappeared after a few times. Although there were still cannon stones and mulberry trees, Hu's morale was greatly boosted and he killed him.

In the smoke of gunpowder, there were people who screamed and fell off the ladder.

The enemy and our own formation were unmoved at all, standing solemnly, with red armors surrounding the Han emperors, white armor or black armor surrounding the Great Shanyu, both of which were still motionless, sitting and watching the tides fighting each other like ants, all exuding a quiet smell.

"This is the realm of the King of Wei? I am in charge of the army, and it is unfathomable. I don't expect that I will let go of my persistence and realize this realm of military strategists. With this understanding, success or failure is irrelevant." Murong Zheng thought this way, but then he thought: "I gave up the Northern Wei soldiers and left the world to have this realm. What did Ye Qing think?"

City Tower·Watch Platform

"Your Majesty, this thief is still very fierce and calm," Cao Cao raised his eyebrows and said.

"It's a bit military spirit, but that's all. The state of mind and nature is not the king." Ye Qing smiled and said.

The 2,000-mile deep dock in the north is connected into a net, Guan Yu's 90,000 infantrymen and Jiang Chen's 20,000 cavalrymen have basically surrounded all the fish and are strangled.

Although Murong Zheng gathered heavy troops to break through the block, he formed an iron-walled defense line between the Yellow River and Chenliu area, from the Yellow River to the Chenliu area, with 100,000 county and state soldiers and Cao Cao's tiger and leopard cavalry to resist the attack of this dragon.

Judging from the abnormal behavior of the enemy, Zhao Yun must have achieved certain results. Forty thousand cavalrymen went deep into the grassland from Qin straight road. It doesn’t matter whether they can truly pull out the nail of Xianbei Mountain. The clamp-shaped offensive has been formed and the entire strategy has been closed.

"It's almost time. Let Guan Yu and Jiang Chen solve the miscellaneous fish, lead the infantry and cavalry to attack the Yellow River floating bridge, cut off the enemy's back, and prepare the package...wontons."

Ye Qing said with a smile, but remembered that it was not called dumplings in the Han Dynasty. This was a name that was only found in the Qing Dynasty. It is now called Crescent Wonton.

"No need to kill in one fell swoop. The enemy has a magician regiment, and the water surface of the Yellow River is not a natural chasm. Destroying the floating bridge can only temporarily block it. It must be strangled layer by layer, and finally they die on the road to break through..."

Several generals looked at each other and hesitated: "This must stop the enemy's counterattack first, Your Majesty here..."

"In this Central Plains, the Yellow River flows in the center of China, no one can defeat me." Ye Qing said this, his tone was plain: "Even if this so-called Great Chanyu does not move, I will take action."

This may be a bit exaggerated in the original earth world, but here is blessed by dragon energy, blessing of destiny, and protected by Nuwa. Even the Western saints cannot do anything. And the battle is in a dignified manner on the table, who will I be afraid of?

The clouds rolled through, lightning was catching in the cracks of the clouds, and thunder was bursting. On the rainy night, Murong Zheng had a gloomy face and looked out from afar.

Although I was prepared for it, it was still a nightmare.

The confrontation and war in the past few days were fierce. Ye Qing personally joined the battlefield, and the dragon energy was blessed, which made the situation of the Northern Wei army worsen.

Murong Zheng drove the army to encircle Ye Qing several times, but they failed and lost countless soldiers. Only then did he realize that Ye Qing was terrible.

The most important thing is to ask the saint to take action, but no response was received.

After thinking for a long time, the rain was a little lighter and it was still falling endlessly. From time to time, thunder sounded, and at this time, I was a scattered step. I opened my eyes and saw that it was a general on the ground.

Most of the Blood Wolf Army are refined from the external secret techniques, but this secret technique damages the intelligence, so dozens of commanders at the upper level are normal people. At this time, they whispered: "General, the siege has been raining heavily for seven days. It is difficult to drive the siege below to attack the city, so the situation is probably not good."

When Murong Zheng heard this, his body trembled slightly and glanced at the sky. Suddenly, he remembered the last time that Murong Zheng organized an encirclement and was almost killed by Ye Qing himself and rescued by the Western disciples. He looked angry: "We were almost going to succeed just now, why didn't you kill Ye Qing?"

"You also received the blessing of the Black Dragon. Just now, there were so many people who couldn't stop him. He even said he would kill him?"

"Not only that the imperial daughter is hiding around him to protect her, just say that Ye Qing's own nearly immortal strength is not impossible to kill him, how much will he sacrifice?"

The saint's disciple questioned Murong Zheng, and finally looked at him with pity: "There is no near success at all. Do the lord still understand? When you fail to cross the river and attack, you are doomed to fail. The rest is to preserve your strength, which is what the saint means."

Thinking of this, Murong Zheng finally got completely cold and began to consider the issue of guaranteed capital... It was nothing to fail once, but he could not be an abandoned chess piece.

It is rare to condense the aura of the true dragon. I would rather go back and bear the punishment than be ruined here.

"Order... to attack Jizhou." Murong Zheng closed his eyes, remained silent for a long time, and said coldly.

The generals on the ground looked at each other and knew it clearly. This was actually a retreat from death, which allowed a limited number of people to retreat successfully to return to the ground.

This failure was no longer possible for the great man to curb it.

Yanmen County

The cold wind was bleak, and a lonely goose whine whispered across the mountains, which made the cavalry below nervous. The cavalry all had yellow and hungry faces, like beggars, and were covered in blood. At this time, the wind and cranes were crying, and the plants and trees were all soldiers.

"We're at Yanmen Pass, let's go home soon..." A leader with a deep face thought, licked his mouth, saying that he hadn't eaten for a day.

As he did this, the people below were even more miserable. Facing the first wave of pursuit of the Han army, the Great Shanyu Shaman frozen a section of the Yellow River and took the opportunity to lay giant trees and vines. This was to follow the strategy of Emperor Yingwu's attack on Hulao Pass, crossed the water surface of a hundred feet, and successfully escaped from the north...

Although some of the troops behind the palace were lost, they felt that there was nothing at that time. The Han army was still tolerant of the pursuit, and the cavalry could escape the pursuit after a trotting.

But the situation changed next. Somewhere began to rumor that the grassland was attacked by the Han army, the Xianbei Mountains were destroyed, and the Southern Xiongnu Capital Clan was destroyed. People became panic.

The authority of the Great Shanyu is still there and can still be suppressed. Unexpectedly, when he returned to Jizhou, the originally conservative and defensive fort network on the ground exploded like a hedgehog, and the whole people were soldiers, intercepting and surrounding and killing. The next situation was simply trapped in the hell that the Western saints said. Everyone only cares about escaping, abandoning all supplies and formations, and no longer obeying the orders of the Great Shanyu, but only running north...

"It will be safe after passing Yanmen Pass." All the leaders nearby encouraged their subordinates in this way.

The team gradually headed towards the broken pass. Behind the woods, cicadas and birds were not singing, and tens of thousands of yellow crossbows were waiting for...

A general's eyes were cold, and he raised his hand and ordered: "Cum"

"Puff"

The rain-like arrows flew out, covering an area, and then the blood splattered and gathered into the river.

After three shots, there were fewer screams in the area, and this would draw out the long sword: "Hu Wuren, Han Daochang, kill all the Hu people without leaving any."

"Kill all the Hu people without leaving any." The armored soldier drew out his long sword, shouted, and stepped forward.

Wherever I went, there were not many sounds of fighting, and there were constant muffled groans.

Big Camp·Emperor's Entrance

There was a faint sound of armored soldiers patrol footsteps in front of them, and there were commands from time to time, but the imperial tent was already relaxed and completely different from the atmosphere of the army.

Someone smiled and said, "As His Majesty expected, the enemy is now basically scattered into tribes and fights on their own."

Ye Qing smiled when he heard this, not surprised. This was similar to the situation where Fu Jian of Former Qin defeated the south. The Hu people in various units still had combat power, but there were pursuers later. Everyone was afraid of being entangled and falling behind. They just rushed to flee in a panic, which was a huge loss.

"Don't rush to compete for merit. Murong is a black dragon. Some of the main forces still maintain the system. However, Feng Xiao and Kong Ming block the pass, so we have to peel it down..."

The Hu people from all departments were eager to return home, Guo Jia and Zhuge Liang blocked the Great Wall, and the enemy entered several passes, blocked the enemy's troops and further reduced the enemy. This was the planned dumpling making plan.

"But it was a cavalry who could still break through to the grassland at the end of the price. This was not his burial place.

"Winding layer by layer, when Zhao Yun's side, 40,000 cavalrymen have spared time, the last killer weapon is. At that time, the Hu tribe will suffer serious losses and can barely grit their teeth and persevere in the Han area. Once you return to the grassland, you will be eager to return to your heart and your strength will be dispersed and you can concentrate your fire."

"Let Zhao Yun ignore the remaining tribes such as the Huns, and focus on attacking the Xianbei tribes."

"As soon as the Xianbei tribe shrank, the so-called Northern Wei Kingdom would collapse. I have to see how many luck and Taoist movements the Western saints have, and forcibly bridge this against the trend."

If he really dares to continue like this, Ye Qing thinks he can consider joining Nuwa to become this Western saint.

Isn’t it better to have a holy position vacated?

Ye Qing smiled faintly, and his eyes became more and more anticipated, and then he ordered: "Get out the camp and raise an army, I will go to Qinzhi Road."
Chapter completed!