The reborn general girl is the emperor

After the iron cavalry came the army of the Twelve Divisions of Xueyuan, a vast crowd.

That is the main force that wants to trample them into mud. The elite iron cavalry dared to expose their backs to them after the city was broken.

The ladder was placed on the city wall.

Knowing that all the long-range weapons at Langkou pass were exhausted, the Twelve Department of Xueyuan did not deploy shield soldiers at all before the ladder.

The striker climbed up the tower with a ladder, and the siege vehicle hit the city gate. The tower and the ground trembled at the same time.

The loud rumbling sound was like thunder from the sky, and at the same time as the rising sun broke through the clouds and mist, it was accompanied by snow and dust covering the sky and covering the sun.

The Twelve Departments of Xueyuan, which were attacking the city, were in chaos in an instant.

Up and down the city tower, the soldiers on both sides who were unable to stand still showed a momentary look of sluggishness.

I don't know who shouted, "Avalanche!"

A group of people came back to their senses and looked at the snow-capped mountains on both sides of Langkou Pass, and the snow blocks that had accumulated for an unknown amount of time flooded over like huge waves.

After a short period of panic, the army of the Twelve Divisions of Xueyuan accelerated the progress of the siege.

The soldiers at the Langkou Pass pulled the corners of their lips slightly, holding a big knife to stop the snowfield army intending to rush through here and escape from the snow-covered army. Chong's Snowfield Twelve.

Langkou Pass is erected between Gongge Snow Mountain and Guoleimu Snow Mountain. The two unclimbable snow mountain ranges have become the insurmountable city walls extending outward from Langkou Pass.

Before the soldiers of Langkou Pass come, they will get a piece of advice: Once the Langkou Pass cannot be defended, the snow mountain is the last guarantee.

The hidden meaning of this advice is to make them aware that they must die.

The Langkou Pass is built between the two mountains. Once the accumulated snow on the two mountains has accumulated for many years, the Langkou Pass will definitely be buried.

As the defenders of Langkou Pass, they cannot escape when the snow is falling. They must serve as the last line of defense, dragging the enemy's army to Langkou Pass to ensure that the enemy will survive this man-made disaster like a natural disaster. Greatly hurt.

It's just that this advice has been passed down for many generations and has never been practiced.

This is the practice of killing one thousand enemies and harming eight hundred.

Not only the defenders at Langkou Pass could not survive, but those who climbed the snow-capped mountain must also be unable to survive, and some even died on the way to climb.

The Twelve Departments of Xueyuan knew this very well, so they dared to use Langkou Pass as the main battlefield with great fanfare.

They knew that Qin Mang would not do this, and they knew that the generals under Qin Mang did not have the courage and courage to do so.

This is taking the lives of the enemy and your own people on your own shoulders. Even if you win this battle, you will be nailed to the pillar of moral shame and condemned by your conscience for a lifetime.

What's more, after the snow covered the Langkou Pass, a wide snow track was formed between the two mountains.

As long as the snow is solid and the road is opened, the North Land will be opened to the entrance pocket, allowing them to get whatever they want.

Therefore, the head coach of the [-]th Department of Xueyuan drove the army in with confidence.

Today, most of the 12 snowfield soldiers were lost at the Langkou Pass.

Yan Zhongqi, who camped ten miles away, stood on top of a tall watchtower, watching the billowing snow and dust lingering in the sky above Langkou Pass, his stern face was expressionless, as calm as an ancient well without waves.

Lieutenant General Xu Mengcheng stood beside him, looking at Langkou Pass submerged in snow and dust, his brows were furrowed, his eyes were filled with pain, and his fists were clenched tightly.

At the beginning of the film, he looked at the peaceful person beside him, his brows were furrowed deeper, his heart was worried, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't know what to say.

Yan Zhongqi withdrew his gaze, his expression unchanged, "The whole army set off."

After descending from the watchtower and gathering the troops that had been waiting for a long time, Yan Zhongqi led the army to attack the remnants of the Xueyuan army that had escaped from Langkou Pass.

The Xueyuan Remnant Army was caught off guard, and the entire army was wiped out.

At this point, the Xueyuan Twelve Division's vitality was seriously injured. Yan Zhongqi stationed ten miles outside the Langkou Pass in advance.

At that time, if Jingcheng intervenes again, they won't have to fight this battle.

The head coach of Xueyuan No. [-] Division was so angry that he smashed the contents of the main tent to pieces, and yelled at the scouts: "Didn't you say that Yan Zhongqi is dead? Where the hell did this come from!"

The scouts didn't dare to vent their breath, and the other generals in the main tent held their breaths, for fear of attracting the commander's attention.

However, there were other chief generals from other tribes who were at odds with the commander who led the army this time. They sarcastically asked him to give up his position as commander, and even united with other badly damaged tribes to ask him for an explanation.

The head coach of Xueyuan Twelve Department suppressed his anger and sent people away. Sitting in the messy tent of the head coach, he said to the people in the dark place: "I don't care what method you use, let Xu Xiangfeng increase the bargaining chip! My loss in Xueyuan , he must repay it!"

The people in the dark took orders and left, and the commander of the No. [-] Xueyuan Division lost his temper again, recalling the army to the camp, and remained quiet for a while.

At the end of March, when Xueyuan's messenger contacted Xu Xiangfeng, Jingcheng also welcomed an unexpected visitor.

At night, Yan Qing was flipping through the battle report in the city lord's mansion, when there was a sudden noise in the courtyard.

Almost at the same time, Hong Ying standing in front of the door moved, but there was no moving sound.

Yan Qing frowned slightly, and threw the battle report in his hand into the brazier. Before he got up, the door was pushed open, and Hong Ying rushed in with the cold wind from the yard.

"Master, Yan Qi is back!"

Hongying rushed into the room, and while shouting something in a low voice, he threw the person on his shoulders to the egret waiting outside, and then plunged into the night again.

After a while, he dragged two people in, one left and one right.

"what happened?"

Yan Qing walked out frowning, but when he saw the person who was half-supported by the egret and placed on the small couch outside, he was nailed to the spot like petrified.

After Hong Ying carried Sui Ying and Yan Qi into the room, he put them down carefully. Seeing Yan Qing frozen in place, his eyes flashed, he turned around and ran out again, "I'll go find Amler."

Before leaving, he didn't forget to tell Bai Lu to close the door carefully.

Bailu looked at Yan Qing's state, opened his mouth, swallowed the words again, and only watched worriedly from the side.

It wasn't until Hongying found Amler that Yan Qing came back to his senses, took a deep breath, and let go of the fingertips pinched into the soft flesh of his palm, but his feet seemed to have taken root, and he couldn't take a step, just stood there , watching Amler inspect, debride, and bandage the three of them.

Wait until Amler has dealt with everything, and say that sentence, "It's not a fatal injury."

The breath that Yan Qing took in was only slowly exhaled, eyelashes trembled slightly, and a layer of mist formed in the red and dry eye sockets, the heavy eyelids drooped, and the person fell to the ground, and the pale lips were pursed. Stained with a touch of blood.