Chapter 790

Had it not been for the bleak warning of odeng gerile in the morning wind accompanied by the horn, Xiao Yanjun, who was attacking in front of him, would have been sandwiched by the Mongolian and Zhao armies.

At first, Wu Getai didn't understand why General Zhao asked him to retreat to the way of closing the dock in his reply.

It is reasonable to say that as long as the two wings surround the past, Xiao Yanjun's retreat can be cut off. However, it is not as strong as retreating directly. The direct formation strangled Xiao Yanjun's heart to return to the dock and forced him to flee to the West.

But because of this, Xiao Yanjun still has a way to escape. In Wu Getai's view, this is really not a good policy.

It was not until he saw the Mexican King's army coming from the West that he understood the meaning of General Zhao's move.

Wu Getai was also confused. His communication with Xiao mubai stagnated after Xiao mubai entered the palace of the state of Hu. In his last letter, he only said that he brought a man into the state of Hu. What's the matter with the current Mexican King army?

Although Wu Getai and Xiao Yanjun have the same confusion, their positions are quite different.

Wu Getai was a fierce pursuit, while Xiao Yanjun had no choice but to flee.

The avenue leading to Changyuan pass was silent. Only the wind whistling disorderly because of the galloping, flowed past his ears and seemed to never stop.

Xiao Yanjun more and more felt that there was a strange atmosphere around him. He glanced at Shi Fuqiu who walked around and bridled and said, "uncle, do you think something is wrong?"

Shi Fuqiu also felt it deeply. Cheng zhaobing on the other side glanced vigilantly and said, "this avenue is too quiet. We haven't even seen a pedestrian after walking for so long."

Shi Fuqiu said, "yes, even if the people will give way when they see the army passing by, there will not be no one passing by. This is too abnormal."

Xiao Yanjun's face was gloomy and terrible, but he was not talking. Although Shi Fuqiu and Cheng zhaobing spoke of the crisis in their hearts, they did not order to stop.

Because all three of them know.

Even if there is an ambush in front, they can't stop

I can only take a chance. I just want to think more. I hope the scouts will never send bad military aircraft again.

The red sun slants to the west, and the sunset is like fire.

The evening clouds are all around, the sleeping birds fly in disorder, the pine waves roar in the evening wind, and the Changyuan pass is just ahead.

The scouts went all the way, but there was no crisis as they wished. They could see that the city gate was open but not closed in the purple and golden sunset.

The three were overjoyed and frequently urged the horse under their crotch to gallop into the city.

Just as they approached a hundred feet, the gate suddenly began to close. Archers pulled their bows together on the tower, and Shi Fuqiu suddenly shouted, "stop."

With the sudden rein in of the three, the Shi Family army also stopped moving forward one after another.

"You can't go any further. The front is within the range." Shi Fuqiu's face is very ugly and his voice is hoarse and dry.

The gate of Changyuan pass was closed at this time, which was clearly to induce their army to come, seize the opportunity and force them to have no way to go.

"Who is the general guarding the city? Gu is the prince. I want you to open the gate quickly!" Xiao Yanjun raised his eyes and looked up. The archers were upright and powerful.

At first glance, it is not those city guards who are usually lax in training, but soldiers who practice frequently on weekdays.

Xiao Yanjun turned around and looked at the ink King army and Zhao family army dressed behind him. Where did Xiao come from so many soldiers who can fight well!

Just as he turned his head and glanced back at the tower, his beautiful face was stunned into a distorted look.

Cheng zhaobing and Shi Fuqiu, who were beside them, were also breathing sluggishly. The man who appeared on the city tower stood in the middle of the city tower.

His face is cold and solemn, and his body is straight and straight. He is like an iceberg that has stood for thousands of years. He is shining and cannot be looked at or shaken.

"Xiao mubai, why are you here?" Xiao Yanjun's voice was shocked with a trace of fatigue.

The Mexican King's army was not led by him, so why did he appear on the city tower of Changyuan pass?

In order to kill him, did even Yucheng abandon it?

"Naturally, wait and kill the traitor." Xiao mubai's voice was cold, and with the warm sunset glow that shrouded him at this time, it was as cold as water waves, which made Xiao Yanjun cold from his heart to his skin.

Originally, the long journey was hot and dry. In a moment, it was cool.

"The rebel soldiers were hoodwinked and surrendered without killing." Xiao mubai's eyes passed over Xiao Yanjun indifferently and looked at the dark Shi Jiajun and the troops of the seven city garrison behind him.

The setting sun came from behind him, and he stood still in the glow of clouds and brocades, high and down, like a king in the world.

The king's magnanimity shrouded over the rebels. Under the invisible pressure, a sudden word of kindness made the rebels cry with gratitude. The seven city garrison division took the lead in getting off the horse's robe and kneeling down with its own garrison to declare obedience.

"Disarm and surrender without killing." The blue robed boy who led the Mexican King's army finally caught up with Shi Jiajun and repeated in the rear of his rebel army.

Xiao Yanjun looked for a voice and saw that the face was ordinary, but there were some familiar eyes. He narrowed his eyes slightly and thought about where he had seen this face. The person Xiao mubai could entrust to King Mo's army must not be an ordinary person.

There was a sudden exclamation on the tower: "master!"

Then there was a wake-up call, and the crowd shouted, "Yi Dao!"

The man who led King Mo's army was Yi Rong in the early summer. He looked up at the tower of Changyuan pass and waved from a distance.

Although he didn't see clearly, only yanjianghong called his master.

Later, in the mixed voice, he could barely distinguish Shan Xiangpeng and Deng Qizhong.

Unexpectedly, Xiao mubai brought all three of them.

At the beginning of summer, his eyes were fixed on the man standing against the wind in the center of the city tower. Although he was too far away to recognize his expression, at the beginning of summer, he still felt that the whole world seemed to be at a standstill. Only they stood above and under the city tower and looked at each other.

At this time, Xiao Yanjun, who was in a desperate situation in the depths, looked up at the blue robed boy in the city tower, and finally remembered this face. Where had he seen it.

The wanted portrait produced by Su qianle during the joint trial in the third Hall of Dali temple!

Clothes knife! Early summer!

Xiao Yanjun suddenly laughed miserably. His eyes stared so big, but those eyes were dead gray, and there was no light flashing.

In his eyes, only soldiers came everywhere to surround and kill his soldiers of the state of Xiao.

The flame that kept beating in that eye went out.

The vitality that had supported him on his long journey disappeared.