Chapter 116: Devoted and gradually addicted

When the Xiongnu cavalry were still 150 steps away from Yanmen Pass, all the archers pulled their eight-bucket bows to their full potential, pointing their arrows upwards.

Dozens of crossbows fixed on the city walls were also ready to go.

When the Xiongnu cavalry entered a hundred steps, Feng He, who was standing beside Ding Hai, suddenly shouted: "Wind."

"wind."

"wind……"

As Feng He's order was given, all the shooters responded loudly.

Thousands of arrows rose to the highest point on the air current and then fell to the earth.

The not-so-dense arrows easily took away hundreds of unarmored lives when facing the Huns who were almost crowded with horses.

The death of hundreds of companions did not stop the Huns in the slightest, and they continued to advance.

Those Huns who were shot off their horses by arrows did not even leave a complete body after death, but were trampled into meat paste by the hooves of the horses that followed one after another.

This scene finally made Ding Hai understand why the red land outside Yanmen Pass was red and black.

"The archers retreated to the rafts to change their gear, and the shieldmen raised their shields to defend.

The crossbowmen prepared themselves and fired freely at the bloodline warriors who were charging at the city wall—strong wind.”

After a round of salvos, Feng He immediately gave new instructions.

Feng He, knowing how fast the Huns' attack speed was, didn't even think about a second round of volleys.

There were only 3,000 veteran soldiers in the Xiliu Camp. He would never sacrifice some of them for a second round of volleys that could kill an unknown number of Huns, even if he had a brain dead.

Ding Hai did not rashly interfere with Feng He's arrangements. Feng He was an expert on how to defend Yanmen Pass.

The reason why he stood under the city wall was to set an example and let the soldiers under his command know that their immediate superior was also accompanying them in raising his sword and attacking the Huns.

Let them have no worries and no need to worry about being abandoned halfway.

The second is to guard against the powerful bloodline warriors among the Huns.

Although some totemic Huns also practiced martial arts and witchcraft, among the tribes on the grassland, the blood warriors who were branded with the tribal totem were the backbone of the mainstream fighting force.

According to records, once powerful bloodline warriors fall into a state of madness, ordinary warriors of the same level can easily be suppressed by them.

The one who came to knock on the pass this time was Yizhixie, the Xiongnu King Youguli. It is nonsense to say that he has no strong bloodline warriors to command.

In the impression of his predecessor Wang Sheng, it seemed that Yizhixie himself was a powerful warrior who believed in the black dragon.

Rumor has it that Yizhixie once tore alive a dragon that wanted to offend the black dragon totem of the Luandi clan.

In a world without supernatural powers, an eight-zhang-high city wall is definitely a magnificent building.

You know, the Jinling Ming city wall built by Zhu Baba was far less high than the current Yanmen Pass.

The average height of the Jinling Ming City Wall is about 14 to 21 meters, which is much shorter than the Yanmen Pass City Wall, which has an overall height of 26 or 27 meters.

But the 26- or 27-meter-high Yanmen Pass city wall was not out of reach in the eyes of those powerful bloodline warriors.

For a bloodline warrior whose strength has reached the acquired realm, it would not be difficult to climb the wall of Yanmen Pass with the help of some tools.

Those bloodline warriors who are comparable to the innate realm warriors can easily jump onto the city wall with a charge.

The Xiliu Camp has countermeasures against these bloodline warriors whose personal strength is so strong that they can sweep away ordinary soldiers.

The bed crossbow is the first line of defense against these bloodline warriors. Although the Xiongnu bloodline warriors are powerful, they are still flesh and blood after all.

Once they are hit by the crossbow, no matter how powerful they are, they will not be able to escape death.

The heavily armored swordsmen and axemen on the city walls are the second line of defense.

Except for those active members of the organization who were just filling in the numbers, all of these swordsmen have at least the fighting power of a martial artist.

The most powerful elite team is composed of veterans in the acquired realm.

A squad of swordsmen wearing heavy armor would have the possibility of defeating even if they encountered a warrior of innate bloodline in battle.

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Bingzhou, Shangdang County, Humase.

"Sanlang, what are you doing so early in the morning?"

In the dim night, facing the person who questioned him, Li Sanlang, who was commonly known as Li Yu and ranked third among his peers in the family, turned pale instantly.

"Amu, I...I..."

"Sanlang, do you want to go to Yanmen Pass? Are you crazy? You are no longer a soldier in Xiliu Camp. It is not your turn to worry about what is happening at Yanmen Pass."

The middle-aged woman called "Amu" by Li Sanlang looked at her third son and suddenly started yelling and cursing.

Faced with his mother's scolding, Li Sanlang had no way to retort.

He had no choice but to rack his brains to think of ways to persuade his mother: "Amu, things are different now. This time the Huns have brought 30,000 soldiers and nearly 100,000 slaves and herdsmen.

Even though Captain Feng and Governor Wang had the natural barrier of Yanmen Pass to rely on, they would probably still end up in disastrous circumstances in this battle.

Once Yanmen Pass is lost, mother, the war disaster fifteen years ago will happen again. When the nest is overturned, the eggs will be broken. I am afraid that our family will return to the precarious days fifteen years ago. "

Facing Li Sanlang's admonition, the middle-aged woman remained indifferent: "I don't care, you have already lost an eye for guarding Yanmen Pass, and you have fulfilled your obligations.

Even if Yanmen Pass lacks soldiers and horses, it is not your turn. Your father died in Yanmen Pass fifteen years ago, and your eldest brother also died there eight years ago.

Your second brother followed the caravan out of the border and there has been no news from him since then. If you collapse at Yanmen Pass again, how am I going to survive?"

Seeing Am burst into tears while talking in front of him, Li Sanlang felt overwhelmed. Normally, he even dared to go deep into the mountains to hunt tigers and leopards, but now he had no idea what to do.

My mother was right. I am the only descendant of the Li family now. If I die in Yanmen Pass, the Li family will be truly extinct.

But the Hun army has already blocked the pass. If everyone only cares about these trivial matters and ignores military and national affairs.

Wouldn't it be inevitable that Yanmen Pass would be broken through by the Huns? By then, would there be a single place in Bingzhou where there would not be beacon fires?

"Amu, the walls of Yanmen Pass are high and deep, the Huns can't hurt me. The reason why my right eye was injured was purely because of bad luck."

"I won't listen, I won't listen, Li Yu, if you dare to step out of this house today, I will sever the mother-son relationship with you."

Looking at Am who was already becoming unreasonable, Li Yu felt like his head was about to explode.

Fifteen years ago, my father died in Yanmen Pass while serving in the Xiuli Camp. It was my mother who took her three brothers and hid in the mountains alone, and saved their lives by picking pine cones, digging wild vegetables and eating grass roots.

It was also from that time that Eminem's stomach began to suffer from hunger.

He can't eat greasy food or hard food, and can only drink porridge all day long.

Eight years ago, when my eldest brother was serving in the army, Am excitedly compared him with his father.

I came to the conclusion that my eldest brother was much more heroic than my father. Not only could he achieve the position of captain that my father once held during his military service this time, but he would definitely not do badly.

As a result, three months later, news of the eldest brother’s death came from Yanmen Pass.

After the war, except for a set of uniform that the eldest brother left in the barracks which was sent back by his comrades, their family didn't even get to see his body.

The second elder brother was rebellious and did not want to join the army. He followed the traveling merchants out of the border and prepared to go to the grasslands to be a traveling merchant. However, he never returned and his life or death is still unknown.

If he died in Yanmen Pass, Am would probably not be able to survive. The filial piety in his heart made Li Yu feel torn at the moment.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

"Amu, please forgive me for being unfilial. The Xiongnu are about to attack our border. As a former frontier soldier, I cannot remain indifferent.

Captain Feng treated us like his own children, and Governor Wang even stationed his only descendant at Yanmen to boost morale.

These two high-ranking figures are willing to risk their lives for the eight million people of Bingzhou, so how can we, the people of Bingzhou, back down?"

After kowtowed three times, Li Yu stood up quickly. Not daring to look his mother in the eye, he stood up, pulled the warhorse carrying armor and weapons, and walked towards the gate of his own courtyard.

Looking at her only son's departing back in the dim night, Li's mother suddenly burst into tears.

Her last son is gone!
Hearing the crying sound coming from behind him, Li Sanlang felt heartbroken.

He was not sure whether he could come back alive, but the persistence in the bones of a man from Border County made him grit his teeth and step out of his own door.

Scenes similar to this one flash across Bingzhou from time to time.

Xiliu Camp is a battle-hardened division composed of the elite troops of the entire Bingzhou. Due to the special nature of guarding the border, Xiliu Camp only recruits those with high strength or those who are young and strong.

Those old soldiers of Xiuliying who retired due to injuries or old age.

After hearing that Yanmen Pass was under siege, most of them took out the weapons and armor they had been sharpening and headed towards Yanmen Pass.

On the way to Yanmen Pass, Li Sanlang met many former comrades-in-arms. They smiled at each other, and the familiar feeling of having fought side by side gradually came back to him.

On the land of Bingzhou, thousands of war horses equipped with weapons headed towards Yanmen Pass.

In addition to former veterans of Xiuliying like Li Sanlang, there are also a large number of young men.

The people of Bingzhou are tough and land is scarce. According to the system of primogeniture, second sons and concubines' sons who are sixteen years old or older in Bingzhou must leave home and fend for themselves.

But the class stratification at the end of the dynasty could not be broken by a group of young people.

Therefore, in order to make a living, most of the young men in Bingzhou became members of active organizations or rangers after the age of sixteen.

Hearing the promises that Ding Hai made to the Huns: money, land, and large quantities of kung fu secrets, all the propertyless good men in Bingzhou became jealous.

If they were not afraid of the old soldiers from Xiuli Camp under Ding Hai's command, they would have wanted to snatch Ding Hai away.

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At Yanmen Pass, Ding Hai drew his sword as he watched a dozen ordinary post-natal bloodline warriors step on their companions' shoulders and leap up.

If anything goes wrong, he will immediately draw his sword to rescue the swordsmen on the city wall.

There's nothing you can do. He only has a few playable cards in his hand.

When a dozen Xiongnu warriors reached the highest point, the crossbowmen who had been ready to fire pulled the triggers in their hands.

The gun head made of fine steel combined with the terrifying impact force of the crossbow, in an instant, bright blood flowers covered everything.

Of the sixteen bloodline warriors who attacked this time, only a handful managed to successfully reach the city wall of Yanmen Pass.

But before they could climb onto the city wall, Ding Haier, who had already prepared swordsmen and axemen, hacked them all to death with his sword.

After all sixteen Hun vanguards were killed, a rain of arrows fell on the walls of Yanmen Pass.

Even though they were wearing armor and protected by shields, old soldiers from the Xiuli Camp continued to fall down at Yanmen Pass.

The old soldiers in Xiuli Camp knew that they were serving as examples, so they didn't utter a sound even when they fell down.

After a wave of arrows passed, dozens of veteran soldiers at Yanmen Pass could no longer stand.

"The Huns are approaching the city. Archers, listen to my command and shoot upwards. Wind, strong wind."

"Swordsmen, listen up! The Huns are about to start attacking the city. Prepare to engage in close combat with the Bloodline Warriors. Shield soldiers, hold your shields and protect the archers to suppress them with subsequent shooting.

All the young and strong men under the city, listen up, put on armor and go up to the city wall, and prepare to roll logs and stones." After avoiding the first round of arrow rain, Feng He, who was experienced in combat, immediately began to give orders loudly.

Upon hearing Feng He's order, the archers of the Xiuli Camp, who were already accustomed to war, instantly stood up from under the arrow stacks and quickly shot the second arrow.

After shooting the second round of arrows and completing their mission, all the archers retreated into the protection of the shield bearers.

Taking advantage of the terrain, they drew their bows and arrows and suppressed the Hun archers in all directions.

The civilians and energetic members of the organization who received Feng He's orders, under the leadership of the old soldiers of Xiuliying, quickly passed the rolling logs and stones that had been prepared long ago to the city wall.

Some obedient and honest civilians, led by the old soldiers, climbed up the city wall and prepared to throw rolling logs and stones.

Today's exploratory attacks are also very dangerous.

But compared to those elite Huns, these slaves and herdsmen from small and medium-sized tribes who came to die on the first day were the best training tools.

These best training tools should naturally be reserved for the most promising good family members.

Just as these good family boys were trembling with fear, holding swords and guns and wearing leather armor, ready to meet the swords and knives from the Huns.

"Boom, boom, boom."

One after another, the Huns could not control their horses and crashed headfirst into the thick walls of Yanmen Pass, killing themselves to pieces.

Seeing this absurd scene, Ding Hai, who had never been on the battlefield, turned to Feng He beside him with confusion and said, "Captain Feng, there is something wrong with these Xiongnu people.

Yanmen Pass is located between two mountain ridges, and the city wall is eighty feet high and three feet thick. Aren’t these Xiongnu people courting death by charging at full force? "

Facing Ding Hai's question, Feng He did not answer immediately. He first used his hands to make a tent and glanced at the Xiongnu camp not far away, and then looked at Ding Hai with a solemn face. "Sir, it seems that the Xiongnu are determined to win this time. I wonder if you have noticed that the first batch of blood warriors who came to charge the battle are not young.

The Huns we captured, including the horses they rode, were mostly old, weak, sick and disabled.

The Xiongnu nobles who were actually responsible for commanding them did not even enter the wide opening between the two ridges.

This kind of situation, I saw once before when I was serving in the Xiliu Camp fifteen years ago, it should be the Xiongnu who were reducing the population. "

"Jian Ding, you mean that the Xiongnu are consciously eliminating the old, weak, sick and disabled so that they can take back the food that should have been allocated to them.

And then provide more resources to those young and strong Xiongnu people?" Ding Hai was not a stupid person. Feng He guessed the Xiongnu people's intentions with just a little hint.

Feng He was not surprised that Ding Hai was able to accurately grasp the key point: "That's right, sir, the Xiongnu are using the method of reducing the number of people.

Fifteen years ago, there was a large-scale locust plague on the grassland.

In order to solve the food shortage caused by the locust plague, the current Xiongnu Khan, Touman, summoned 300,000 soldiers and nearly one million herdsmen and slaves to move south.

At that time, due to food shortage, Touman also used this method to reduce the number of people.

The mission of these old, weak, sick and disabled people is to consume as much of our stored supplies and personnel energy as possible while seeking death.

Fifteen years ago, Touman used the flesh and blood of 100,000 old, weak, sick and disabled Huns to build a slope of corpses in front of Yanmen Pass.

On that day, all the strength in Yanmen Pass was exhausted by the mountains of corpses and seas of blood of the Huns.

Within one day, the strategically placed Yanmen Pass was breached. I escaped death that day because I was assigned to deliver a letter for help to the provincial government.

The current Yi Zhixie is naturally not comparable to Tou Man in the past, but judging from his lonely and desperate performance on this trip, if my Xiliu Camp is not fully occupied by Yanmen Pass, I am afraid that..."

Although Feng He hadn't finished speaking, Ding Hai already understood what he meant.

Compared to Touman's grand plan, it is true that Yizhixie seems a little immature, but since he used the method of reducing the number of people, it proves that he is determined to capture Yanmen Pass.

The total number of combat soldiers and auxiliary soldiers in Yanmen Pass was nearly 13,000, which was definitely not a small number.

However, the number of Huns in front of Yanmen Pass is probably only about ten times that inside Yanmen Pass.

Once Yizhixie made up his mind to fight to the death at Yanmen Pass, there would be nearly 13,000 people inside the pass, and I'm afraid that few of them would survive.

After learning that Yizhixie would fight to the death at Yanmen Pass, Ding Hai couldn't help but frown.

According to his plan, Yizhixie in front of Yanmen Pass should retreat after the first snow fell.

"Captain Feng, although I have some courage and strength, it is just a drop in the bucket in front of the army. It seems that I can only sacrifice my reputation and ask for help from Bingzhou Prefecture.

Before the support from the provincial government arrives, I want you to promise that even if all the people inside the pass are killed, Yanmen Pass will not be lost.

Although the current Fang Bo and I are not of the same faction, we should be able to unite in dealing with the Huns.

The military support will arrive at Yanmen Pass in batches within a month at the latest, and I can guarantee that there will be no shortage of food, fodder, and weapons.

As for resisting the masters of the Huns' bloodline warriors, I am still able to show my skills.

I will handle the bloodline warriors in the Xiantian realm. When the situation is critical, you can tell me to fight."

Ding Hai's words rekindled hope in Feng He's heart, which had just felt a little desperate.

Yes, this superior of his is different from the previous superiors. He was the backbone of the clean stream in the court in the past.

Sometimes, even Fangbo had to compromise with his superior.

With him around, as long as the officials of all ranks in Bingzhou still care about their reputation, they will definitely not shirk their responsibilities and prevaricate over material support as they did in the past.

Once supplies are guaranteed, the two million men in Bingzhou are not all cowards. By then, I'm afraid they will really make Yizhixie's teeth break.

Moreover, if Lord Wang had not deceived me, the top military force that I was most worried about would not have to be paid for with human lives.

The blood warriors of the Xiantian realm are no ordinary people among the Huns.

According to the information Feng He had gathered, the number of acquired bloodline warriors that Yizhixie, the King of Youguli, could mobilize might be almost three digits.

But the number of innate blood warriors following him is probably only around twenty.

There are only three known innate blood warriors in Yizhixie's army.

There were Huhanye, the leader of the White Wolf Soldiers under his command, Geerile, the shaman sent to him by the Xiongnu royal court, and Lutazhi, the King of Donghu who swore allegiance to him.

It is rumored that Yi Zhixie also has innate strength, but I don’t know whether it is true or not: “In that case, I’ll trouble you, sir.”

Just as Feng He was talking to Ding Hai, dozens of cable-style ladders were thrown onto the wall of Yanmen Pass by the Huns, stepping on the corpses of their compatriots.

Once the soft ladder with barbs climbs onto the city wall, it will be fastened tightly in an instant.

Although this cable-style ladder looks crudely made, it is much tougher than a ladder made of hemp rope.

Even if ordinary swordsmen use their swords and axes to chop with all their strength, they cannot cut the ladder in a short time.

A large number of Huns quickly climbed up the wall of Yanmen Pass using the ladders.

The civilians who were pulled up to the top of the city wall, under the protection of shield bearers, braved the rain of arrows from the Huns, picked up the rolling logs and stones on the city wall, and threw them at the Huns who were climbing up the ladder.

In an instant, shouts of killing and blood filled the entire Yanmen Pass.

Some of the civilians who were fighting for the first time were inspired with courage, and tirelessly threw rolling logs and rocks at the Huns who were climbing up the ladders, roaring.

Some were so frightened that their legs trembled and they could not move.

The more you fear death, the more likely you are to die.

The civilians who stood still with trembling legs on the battlefield were living enemies. Even if there were shieldmen to protect these frightened civilians, they could not escape the sniping of the Hun sharpshooters.

Ding Hai, who had been standing on the city wall, naturally could not escape the sniper attack. A sharp arrow pierced the sky and shot towards him.

The arrow came so fast that it arrived in front of Ding Hai in the blink of an eye.

"The Eagle Shooter, there is an Eagle Shooter who wants to secretly murder Lord Wang." Feng He, who had fought the most with the Huns, immediately recognized the identity of the owner of the arrow.

If Feng He had not just talked with Ding Hai and knew that Ding Hai had the strength of a Xiantian realm warrior, he would have wanted to die right now.

The Condor Shooter is the most powerful force that Yizhixie can control, apart from the three innate blood warriors.

Every archer can threaten the life of a warrior in the innate realm with the bow and arrow in his hand.

Fifteen years ago, Feng Tang, the captain guarding Yanmen, was a genuine innate warrior.

But with the two innate blood warriors restraining him, the three archers easily took his life with a round of continuous shooting.

The body that could tear tigers and leopards apart alive was no stronger than ordinary leather armor under the arrows of the eagle archer.

Looking at the feather arrow that appeared in front of him in the blink of an eye.

Ding Hai pushed away a personal soldier who wanted to move forward to act as a human shield, and reached out to easily catch the arrow that was only a foot away from his forehead.

This scene made all the soldiers who were looking at Feng He because of his shouting suddenly excited.

Their leader, the prefect of Yanmen County, was a powerful man who could not be killed even by a sneak attack from the Condor Heroes.

After knowing that the person holding their lives was not a sheep, everyone in Yanmen Pass subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Everyone knows that if one soldier is incompetent, the whole army will be incompetent as well.

With such a capable county magistrate as their leader, they don't have to turn a blind eye to everything.

They were afraid that the county magistrate was a coward who, because he was afraid of war, secretly abandoned these soldiers at Yanmen Pass and escaped for his life.

Ding Hai, who was always domineering, weighed the heavy feather arrow in his hand, followed the trajectory of the arrow, and easily found the archer who attacked him.

It is rude not to reciprocate. As he was just an average archer, he had no intention of taking out his strong bow to fight back.

He tapped the feather arrow in his hand lightly with his fingers, and a faint innate qi merged into the feather arrow.

With a flip of his wrist, Ding Hai, who had already left a mark on the feather arrow, threw the arrow back the same way it came.

With Ding Hai's violent throw back, the feather arrow rushed towards the archer at a speed faster than when it came.

The archer, who had good eyesight, saw his target's counterattack, but he just smiled contemptuously.

Among the tens of millions of Huns, there were less than a hundred eagle archers, and a Zhou person actually wanted to throw an arrow with his bare hands to achieve the same accuracy as an eagle archer.

In the words of the Zhou people, this is just a fool's dream.

But the next moment, the Condor Shooter, who had followed the cannon fodder in the front on a whim, suddenly felt dizzy.

The arrow he shot pierced through his forehead, carrying his brain and blood into the rocks behind him.

Ding Hai does not use Taoist magic, but his methods are definitely beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

During these days, he has studied various martial arts secrets in depth. Although he has not yet figured out the differences between the martial artists in this world and the martial artists in the present world, he has easily learned many ways of using his strength.

With the blessing of this physique, how could a mere archer possibly withstand his attack?

"He's dead. Lord Juqu Shi is dead."

Just as nearly ten thousand old, weak, sick and disabled Huns were making a desperate charge at Yanmen Pass, a chilling news came from behind them.

The great Archer of the Condor Heroes, Lord Juqu Shi, a nobleman of the Juqu clan, has died.

When they were shooting one on one, they were killed by the arrows of the Zhou people.

This news drove the elderly, the weak, the sick and the disabled, whose minds were already confused, completely crazy.

As a rare archer among the millions of Huns, Juqu Shi was of noble status, not to mention that he had the noble blood of the Juqu clan in his body.

Someone must be held responsible for his death.

As slaves and herdsmen who indirectly obeyed Juqu Shi, according to the rules of the Xiongnu people, after this war, all of them would be skinned and buried with Juqu Shi.

Although charging into battle as cannon fodder this time was a risk of death, there was always a glimmer of hope. But now, that glimmer of hope is gone.

In desperation, many slaves and herdsmen near Yanmen Pass gave up climbing the ladders and simply banged their heads against the wall, praying for a quick death.

Some slaves and herdsmen even began to climb towards Yanmen Pass as if they were just doing their job, brandishing their knives and praying for a quick death.

Everyone on the city wall was stunned by this sudden change.

Where did the Huns who were waving bronze daggers with murderous intent just now go? Could it be that these Huns are not the same group of Huns as the previous ones?

With incredible looks, the pressure on everyone at Yanmen Pass suddenly eased.

The good families who had just suffered heavy casualties gradually began to adapt to the battlefield under the low-intensity war, and the frequency of casualties dropped sharply.

At this moment, in the Xiongnu camp far away from Yanmen Pass, Yizhixie also received the news of Juqu Shi's death.

When he got the news, Yizhixie's first thought was that the damn slave actually dared to curse Juqu Shi, the Archer of the Condor Heroes, he deserved to be killed.

When he was sure that Juqu Shi was really dead, he became furious.

Juqu Shi was the Condor Hero whom he had finally won over. Apart from this identity, he also had the blood of Juqu clan flowing in his body, and was one of the important ways for him to connect with the Juqu clan.

He actually died! He died in an insignificant temptation!

Those sharpshooters who followed Juqu Shi deserved to die, the slaves and herdsmen who were like cannon fodder also deserved to die, and the Zhou people in Yanmen Pass deserved to die even more!
Despite gritting his teeth, Yizhixie still retained a bit of rationality. Knowing how damaging it would be to his prestige to change his orders every day, Yizhixie did not hastily withdraw the cannon fodder that was launching the attack.

Even though in his heart he wanted to skin all these cannon fodders right now, immediately, and right away.

From this perspective, Yizhixie is a qualified commander, cold-blooded, cruel, and knows what he wants.

"Come here, pass on my order, have all the wolf soldiers block the entrance to Yanmen Pass.

Today, only people are allowed to enter but not leave. Anyone who dares to violate the rules will be killed on the spot.

Someone needs to be held accountable for the death of Juqu clan's noble. Those cheap cannon fodders have been fed for so many years, it's time to push them out to take the blame."

After receiving Yizhixie's order, the most elite troops outside Yanmen Pass, the Xiongnu wolf soldiers, immediately rode their war wolves to Guangkou outside Yanmen Pass.

The arrival of the wolf soldiers not only failed to boost the morale of the old, weak and sick, but instead turned their only remaining hopes into complete despair.

The breath of death began to hang over the heads of all the old, weak, sick and disabled people in Guangkou.

The war did not stop for most of the next day.

Although the old, weak, sick and disabled people who were abandoned in Guangkou had lost their fighting spirit, they still caused a lot of casualties to the Yanmen Pass defenders who were guarding the city obediently.

Among the troublemakers assigned to the Executioner Group, only three survived until dark because Ding Hai did not deliberately target them.

Nearly three digits of the good family boys who were most valued by Ding Hai and Feng He died, but the surviving good family boys have transformed into new veterans after experiencing today's baptism.

The Xiuli Camp, which had more than a hundred old soldiers who could no longer stand up, more than doubled its number of soldiers after absorbing these fresh blood.

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