Chapter 87

In the middle of the day, Tule soldiers formed below the Yangguan pass.

Li Kun looked at TU Le Bing not far away, and a trace of doubt flashed on his face: "second brother, how can we count our military skills in killing the enemy like this?"

Su Lu didn't lift his head. He was wrapping his hands with a cloth strip. He thought a little and said, "go back and remember how many people you killed. Just go to the military judge and record it."

The next door three asked curiously, "what if someone makes a false report?"

Nearby, Li Xiaoqin was grinding a steel knife with the green bricks at the head of the city, sharpening the cut-out gap again. Li Xiaoqin replied with a sneer:

"In the past, some people thought about so many reports, and then they were judged wrong by the army Sima and beheaded directly."

Door three shivered and said tremblingly, "I really can't remember whether I killed two or three in front of me. When I reported my merit yesterday, I wrote three directly. What should I do, general? I have falsely reported this time for ten days."

The seven foot tall man was almost crying. He looked at Su Lu and prayed.

Su Lu wrapped the cloth strip, stretched his fingers a few times, and then grasped the handle of the knife. After he was sure that it would not hinder the use of the knife, he said with a smile:

"Just three. What else is not open-minded? Dare you verify it? There are several layers of snow buried under the city. It's all Tulle soldiers. Let them verify it."

Door three heard the speech and happily scratched his head. He said to himself, "it's not easy to verify."

"Woo woo"

The Thule blew the horn and a new round of siege began again.

Based on his experience, Su Lu hung the level 1 soldier card on the soldiers again.

Although the strength of the guards under them is very strong now, and the level 1 soldier card can hardly improve their strength, the attached team cooperation can not be learned in several battles.

There was a scream of death, and the scream sounded again.

Thule soldiers kept climbing up the wall. The guards raised their long guns and began to fight.

Level 1 soldier Ka Jiangong, Tule's offensive was one of the slowest, but then began to strengthen.

The level 2 soldier cards in Su Lu's hand began to spread out continuously, defeating Tule soldiers who attacked the city one after another.

"Ah, hey"

A thunderous roar suddenly sounded not far from Su Lu.

Tule soldiers, with their heads wrapped in red silk and half of their shoulders exposed, drilled out of the battlements, cut them out with a knife and stood at the head of the city.

Four or five guards flew out upside down, the sound of steel knives being smashed and flying almost sounded at the same time, and four or five steel knives flew out at the same time.

This man is a master!

Su Lu's heart was cold and his body ran out quickly. At the same time, the cards switched quickly, and two level-3 soldier cards were lost.

One fell on a young guard who was attacking the red silk army, and the other fell on himself.

The familiar feeling of strength emerged. Su Lu's steel knife flew out of his hand and hit the machete raised by the red silk figure.

"Boom"

The crack of metal collision sounded.

"Shua"

The little soldier whose strength suddenly soared suddenly waved his knife faster. The head of the red silk figure was cut off by a knife, flew high and fell to the head of the city. His eyes were wide open. He seemed unable to believe that he was dead.

The other two Tule soldiers wrapped in red silk have established their footing in the city, waved their knives and attacked Su Lu and another soldier.

These two are also masters!

Su Lu judged that Tule's army could not attack for a long time, and there must be a lot of freezing death and frostbite in the camp. Tule people were impatient and established a Death Squadron composed of experts. Wearing red silk must be of some special significance.

"Back"

Su Lu roared. Facing the experts, the best way is not a group fight, but a military array.

"Lancers, come here"

Su Lu retreated, and a dozen long spearmen with guns surrounded him instantly. They were lined with guns and ready to go.

"Kill"

Su Lu threw out the spear array card and blessed the Spearman.

In an instant, the action of the long spearmen became neat and uniform. The black spear head flashed a cold light, pierced the falling snowflakes at the head of the city, and pressed down on more and more red silk figures at the head of the city.

After several continuous gun attacks, the red silk Tulle soldiers were swept down.

Tule camp

Surrounded by the troops, a Tule man in a black leather hat shouted angrily, left his whip on the ground, turned his horse's head and returned to the camp.

"Withdrawal"

In the camp tent, a crowd of commander Tule stood upright.

The leather hat man sat down in his position and his voice was angry:

"Hasul, this is your plan. The king sent out all the experts in the attachment. What are the consequences now? Like your great ancestor hasul, they all fell into the halberd city."

Hassoule's face was uneasy and speechless. He was blocked by Su Lu's leader under Beiyang city. Now he plans to defeat the Yumen. He had no prestige in the past. Now the great attached scholar didn't cut him, which was based on the credit of his father in the past.

Glancing at the angry big attached scholar, hasul looked helpless. Why are there so many military array experts in the Han army!

"Chahar Jizhe, what should I do next?"

The great master's eyes turned to another general. This was his elder brother's hand. He was killed by a group of beggars coming out of nowhere, but he escaped. If he didn't want someone to identify the bastard who killed his elder brother, he would have cut him down.

Chahar Jizhe's face was ugly. After a long time, he said, "Da Fu Shi, we can turn west, from the front line of Lintao Tunbao Majiabao, through Yuci, enter the desert, and then turn from the desert to the north of Wangxiang and return to Tule."

The great master was stunned. Thanks to the grandson's idea, he came up with this plan.

Not to mention the harassment of the Han Army's fortress along the way, if it's just a desert March, it's necessary to abandon a lot of luggage, otherwise it will certainly not be able to run away from the human and horse legs of the Han army.

A herald rushed into the camp and knelt before the Shuai case: "it is reported that the Han army is divided into three routes. All parts of Xitun ridge have been surrounded and annihilated. The East and West routes have broken through to the front line of Erlong mountain, which is only five days away."

The great attached scholar was angry and said, "who can break the city? Speak up quickly, or everyone will be surrounded and die here together."

Looking at a group of clay puppets in the account, I almost killed people with great morale.

Under the command of the right chamber inspector, the troops are so energetic that they don't even know what to do next.

No, you can move closer to the East, cooperate with the north and south of the right compartment, and break the arch relocation barrier.

Thinking about it, the great attached gentleman patted the table: "all departments listened to the order, pulled out their camps, rushed to the Gongqian pass, joined forces with the right wing inspector, broke the Gongqian pass, and we will naturally be able to return to Tule."

In Yumenguan City, Su Lu is sitting in the arrow tower for a rest.

On the city wall, it's time for dinner. Take advantage of the fact that the Tule army doesn't attack the city and hurry up to eat. Otherwise, once the war starts, there won't be even time to eat.

"Uncle, here are your steamed bread and vegetable soup."

Xiaomi, a white girl with a clean face, carries a black porcelain bowl and takes two black steamed buns. Compared with the previous few days, Xiaomi is much cleaner and has a luster on her cheeks.

Su Lu took the vegetable soup and steamed buns, took a bite, endured the pain of pulling his throat, drank a small bite of vegetable soup, and rushed the steamed buns into his stomach. This thing is too hard. Su Lu can't swallow it without drinking some soup.

While eating steamed bread, Su Lu glanced at the direction of the city wall a few steps away. Li Kun was leaning back against the city wall and revealed his left chest. A woman was wrapping his wound with a white cloth, and another woman was feeding her steamed bread in vegetable soup.

This grandson will enjoy it.

Su Lu secretly scolded and drank a mouthful of vegetable soup. When he was ready to eat black steamed buns, the guards on the wall suddenly roared.

"Tulle's back"

"The tulle are gone"

Su Lu, who threw away the soup bowl, looked confused and forced, and the Tule people left?

The bowls were thrown away. You told me that the tulle people were gone!

When he got up, Su Lu looked out of the city. Sure enough, Tule army began to pull out of camp and was slowly retreating eastward.