Standing on the top of the hill, looking at the smoke rising in the distance, and then looking at the red armor soldiers hidden behind the mountain who have entered the battle mode from the rest state, Ling Qingyu shook Yang Zhao's hand, patted the big dark horse under his seat, and stepped back: "go."

Seeing Ling Qingyu retreating behind the rocks, Yang Zhao put on his helmet. Although the hill is not high, his vision is good. At this time, it can be clearly seen that a group of Zhou soldiers who have lost their armor are escaping here, and followed by a large group of excited and shouting Liao soldiers.

Here are two hills standing opposite each other, forming a not too narrow valley. The Red Cavalry spread behind the mountains on both sides, and some of them have bypassed the hills. They will surround them when the Liao soldiers enter the valley.

Yang Zhao rode down to the top of the mountain, holding the silver gun in his hand and standing quietly in the front.

Ling Qingyu retracted behind the rock, looked at Ying Jiu sitting against the rock, and asked in a low voice, "nine, is it OK?"

"Well, nothing." Shadow nine bent his legs, and his injured arm naturally pressed on his abdomen. He leaned his head against the rock and said, "I'm in charge, I'll sleep for a while, and call me after the fight."

Next to Ling Qingyu, who was sent by Yang Zhao to guard Ling Qingyu, took silk worship. Looking at Ying Jiu, he directly closed his eyes and went to sleep. He didn't feel that he was so cruel that he could even sleep?! Wait a minute, but there will be a war! War! Dude!

Luo Ping ran so fast that he couldn't breathe, but he didn't dare to stop. He didn't know where he was running. All he knew was that if he didn't run, he would be like the two lengs in the village. Half of his head would be cut off at once, and the plasma would directly splash on his body with heat.

He didn't want to die. His daughter-in-law just married and was sent to this damn battlefield by conscription without being warm in the quilt. He also fought at home, but compared with now, that's just children's game.

Headless flies ran into the valley with the people in front, but Luo Ping's steps slowed down slightly. Looking at the red armor Knights standing quietly on both sides, the contempt and coldness in his eyes made his heart cool. These knights, who were as red as statues, were obviously also soldiers of the great Zhou Dynasty, but the cold fighting atmosphere on their bodies was far from that of the Zhao family army who trained them.

Seeing the soldiers who lost their armor when they ran, they panicked and slowly slowed down in surprise. Wei Lang waved his gun and motioned them to run quickly. Seeing those people's eyes in a daze, he shouted in a low voice, "run quickly! Keep running if you don't want to die!"

Frightened by him, the soldiers accelerated and ran into the valley.

"Run! Run!" Da min chased after a big man. From time to time, he stabbed the big man's ass with his knife in his hand, and laughed at his frightened and desperate expression.

When the big man was running into the valley, he fell down, and Da min's knife directly stabbed him into his body, making him stop breathing without humming out. Da min looked at him with regret and went forward to catch up with another strong looking Zhou Bing. After chasing into the canyon, he saw that Zhou Bing suddenly turned his head and roared with red eyes, "I'm fighting with you!"

auzw. Damin laughed and said, "yes, this is a little taste. Come on!" With a wave of the broadsword, he hacked at the Zhou Bing.

With a bang, the broadsword waved with the wind was blocked in mid air. At the same time, a long gun was silently stretched out from the side, and passed through his body mercilessly. Da min then looked sideways with a stiff neck, and then stared at the Red Knight with his eyes closed.

As the bodies of the Liao soldiers who rushed into the valley first fell, the tide like Knights roared "kill" and rushed out of the valley. At the same time, there were left and right winged cavalry who had circled the Liao soldiers out of the mountain.

Ling Qingyu poked his head out from behind the rock, climbed up on the top of the mountain and looked down, watching the red encircle the pursuing Liao soldiers in a circle, watching the cavalry with black horse, red armor and silver gun shuttle easily among them, watching those red armor cavalry kill those Liao soldiers who can't integrate the company lines and who haven't recovered at all like the same drama, just like the Liao soldiers teased Zhou Bing just now.

Is this war? Human life is trampled like spring grass, either you die or I die! After Ling Qingyu sat back on the rocks, is human life so worthless in this era? If it's just because Zhao Mingliang and Xiao Sui want to get what they need, it's the chips that the second prince wants to win the throne, it's the hotheaded emperor's majesty, it's the right struggle of these superiors, the war caused by this kind of selfish desire, and finally it's to ask these innocent people who are familiar with her and even she loves to fight with their lives, then what kind of war is it?

Ling Qingyu's body trembled slightly, and she had been living in peacetime. War only existed in books and movies. Even after arriving here, she had met many bloody battles in these years, but after watching these two battles, she knew a little about why the son of heaven was angry, thousands of miles of blood, the pursued recruits of Zhou Dynasty, the besieged and suppressed Liao army, for those who decided to start a war, they were like ants, It's just a number. However, these figures are vivid lives!

His hands were covered with a thick and warm palm. Ying Jiu leaned his head against her shoulder, and his hot breath brought a little itching in her ears. His voice was low but soothing, and he whispered, "don't be afraid..."

Ling Qingyu was stunned and looked at him sideways. He still closed his eyes, but his palm wrapped her hand around and held it in his palm. Her eyes suddenly got hot, and Ling Qingyu couldn't help thinking of the man who had died for nearly a year.

Yan San

As night fell, the bodies of Zhou Bing and Liao Bing were lying upside down on the plain in front of the valley. The moonlight made everything hazy, and the bloody smell floating in the air seemed to be washed away.

The news brought by the scouts was not good. The new army retreating to Jinpo pass was slowed down by the steep mountain path of Feihu valley. Basically, it was chased by the Liao army who chased after it, and I didn't know what the situation was with the second prince in the main camp.

"Shall we catch up?" Xia Shuzheng asked.

If Zhao Mingliang's reinforcements came from Xinzhou, yeruzzi should not have time to pursue and kill those stragglers, but should retreat to Yuzhou to prepare for confrontation with Zhao Mingliang's troops. However, Zhao Mingliang's reinforcements did not come. If they rushed to rescue the stragglers at this time, they might not only face the people of yeruzzi. Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "let's go to the Yang family to have a rest."

Wei Lang and Xia Shuzheng looked at each other, and after saluting, they went to form their own team. Yang Jun is heading for Yunzhou, which is farther and farther away from heishuiguan.

The number of the new army who still escaped their lives was not large, only a few hundred. Yang Zhao gave them the horses of the Liao army, and then let them keep up if they could. If they could not keep up, they could directly flee to the mountains. Finally, there were only a hundred people who followed them to Yangjun.