majestic tiger

Chapter 1024 Retreat
Let the soldiers who first touched the bottom of the city wall sprinkle oil on the base of the city wall. As soon as he poured the water, the oil floated up lightly, and then shot it with flaming arrows to ignite it. Those Western soldiers who watered the water must be shocked It's only natural to lose color, and then get discouraged.

In addition, our archers are pressing every step of the way, and Moser will naturally throw away his armor. "

It turned out to be like this, Ju Lian admired Yunxia's exhaustive strategy, and he looked at the little junior sister with admiration in his eyes. This little junior sister was grown up by him. Now she has grown into a convincing general door tiger girl.

He remembered that Yunxia had coined a word, Heroine, yes, Junior Sister is the real Heroine!

Yunxia didn't know that Ju Lian was full of compliments for her, and after explaining clearly, she continued to stare at the city wall, waiting for her father to give the order to attack the city.

After the breach of Erdi City, the city of Xirong King lost another important barrier, and the situation of King Xirong was not so optimistic.If the conditions allowed, they would simply drive straight into the city of Xirong King, and capture the king of Xirong. Beiliang, which was already looking up to Xirong, would definitely die down, and the crisis in Dongyuan would be resolved.

The ambitious and restless King Xirong is gone. In order to protect himself, he will inevitably restore Xirong's former status as a vassal state in the Eastern Plains, bow his head and proclaim himself a vassal, and come to court every year.

Such a result is the most ideal, and it can be exchanged for peace in the world as quickly as possible, and for the stable life of the people of Dongyuan and Xirong.

After all, war is cruel, full of blood and killing, it is a feast for the god of death, it will swallow many fresh lives and disrupt everything, so the war period is called troubled times.

If possible, she hopes that all people will stay away from the troubled times forever, embrace peace as much as they want, and live a peaceful and stable life.

Just like the poem described by the poet Chang Jian: May there be no more wars one day, and people will forge swords into plows.

Thinking of this, Yunxia hated this Xirong King even more. This guy launched a war for his own selfish interests and tried to harm living beings. It is really unforgivable.

To deal with this kind of person, to deal with this kind of provocation, it is natural to deal with it head-on.

The king of Xirong is in chaos, let the Dongyuan army punish him on behalf of justice!

Yunxia's eyes revealed a firm light, she clenched her hands into fists, and took a deep breath, letting the cold air penetrate her nose and mouth.

But her sight was firmly locked on the city wall from beginning to end.

On the city wall, Moser looked at the tens of ragged, emaciated men and women who were being escorted up with treacherous smiles on their heavy faces.

Sa Diao stroked his chin and scanned the prisoners imprisoned by them, feeling that the number seemed too small.

"Brother Mo, what if Li Yongqin won't retreat because of such a small number of people?"

Moser said firmly: "Li Yongqin will definitely retreat, even if there is only one Dongyuan native, he will retreat."

The reason why he believed so firmly was because he had dealt with Li Yongqin before, and he knew Li Yongqin well.

That year, he had just reached the weak crown, and he had an ambush with Li Yongqin who had just been transferred to the border town. The battle was very tragic, because they were prepared to fight, but Li Yongqin was unprepared and was beaten. Caught off guard.

However, Li Yongqin was too powerful, and abruptly turned back the defeat, and broke through with the minimum cost of only a few dead and injured a dozen soldiers.

Li Yongqin, who had already rushed out of the encirclement, wanted to save himself from one of his subordinates. In fact, this subordinate was just a small soldier. As a general, Li Yongqin turned around and fought a bloody path in their army formation, rushing straight to the small soldier. go.

He saw with his own eyes and heard with his own ears that the little soldier cried out to Li Yongqin to leave him alone, but Li Yongqin said to the little soldier with red eyes, "Don't be afraid, I won't leave any of you behind." !"

Moser still remembers every word of this sentence clearly.

He also saw that Li Yongqin was already wounded when he rushed to the soldier, and the blood on his arm was dripping all the way, but he gritted his teeth and picked up the soldier and threw it on his horse. How much patience is needed to persevere.

The last thing he saw was that Li Yongqin rescued the little soldier on his horse, and when he was about to reach his own camp, he fell off the horse.

Although at that time he felt that Li Yongqin was doing something stupid at saving his life to save this little soldier, but he still had an inexplicable feeling in his heart, and he had such a little respect for Li Yongqin.

So today he is sure that Li Yongqin will not ignore these Dongyuan people.

It is foolish for Sadiao to guard these secret weapons without knowing their value.

"Then, let's try it." Seeing that Moser spoke clearly, Sa Diao nodded.

But he couldn't tolerate him not nodding, and now there is no other way, let's treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor.

Seeing that Sa Diao had made up his mind, Moser said in a deep voice to the soldiers who were escorting the Dongyuan people: "Keep them in front of you, push them to the edge of the city wall, hold up the torch, and shout to Li Yongqin, tell them that these things are all important. It's from Dongyuan!"

The soldiers paused and began to do the same.

A soldier escorted the man away for two steps, then turned back and asked Moser: "Vice General Mo, the little ones are calling in Xirong dialect, can the Dongyuan soldiers understand?"

When he asked, the other soldiers stopped in confusion, waiting for Moser to speak.

"Idiot, didn't they still shout in Xirong dialect just now? How could they not understand? Hurry up, you will delay the opportunity of the battle, and you are the only ones who are asking!" Moser said with a dark face.

The soldiers suddenly realized, that's right, didn't the Dongyuan soldiers scold General Sa in the Xirong dialect just now, "Stupid Da Diao, Da Sha Diao, Da Sha Diao Da", it seems quite fluent.

It's crooked, it's crooked, now it's time for the tip of the knife to lick blood, they are still thinking about what they have, if General Sa finds out, they will die.

But is it safe for them to rush these Dongyuan people to the city wall?Maybe he will die, after all, so many brothers have been shot to death by arrows before.

Yesterday, these brothers were still alive and kicking, but now they have become cold corpses, separated from them.

The soldiers quickly put aside their distracting thoughts and walked forward with a heavy and dejected heart.

"Brother Sa, is the person you sent to Wangcheng ready?" Moser looked dissatisfied at Sa Diao, who looked like a wandering soul, and reminded him.

Sa Diao came back to his senses, shook his head and said, "It's ready."

"That's good. When Li Yongqin is withdrawing his troops, he will take the opportunity to break out of the encirclement to move rescuers, and then make a detour to the outside of the valley, encircle Li Yongqin here, and make this place the burial place for Dongyuan soldiers."

Moser said through gritted teeth, and at the same time, one hand clenched into a fist and raised, as if to crush something.

Sa Diao nodded, his eyes shifted to the soldiers, who bowed and said: "Don't worry, the general, the subordinates have already made arrangements."

Moser asked: "We must send reliable people."

"Vice General Mo, don't worry, they are the most reliable people."

Sa Diao and Moser were satisfied after hearing the assurance from the soldiers.

The Dongyuan people who were escorted to the outer city wall were pushed against the city wall by the Western soldiers, pulled their hair, and raised their heads so that the Dongyuan soldiers under the city wall could clearly see that they were their comrades.

The torches were very bright, and the shouts of the Xijun soldiers were also very loud.

"Listen Li Yongqin, these are your comrades, if you want to shoot them, hurry up!"

Father Yunxia, ​​who was about to order an attack on the wall, dropped his raised hand, and the archers also stopped drawing their bows.

Because under the bright torches on the city wall, those who were controlled by the soldiers from the West were undoubtedly from the East Plains.

They were all shabby and haggard, and they seemed to have been tortured inhumanly. At this moment, they were also pulled by the Xibing soldiers and stood in a humiliating posture.

The Xirong soldiers continued to shout: "Li Yongqin retreats, if he does not retreat, he will kill them one by one."

Some soldiers from the west began to beat these people fiercely, and the Dongyuan people who were beaten screamed incessantly.

Those shrill shouts made the soldiers of the frontier city under the city wall change their expressions.

Yun Xia's father pursed his lips, and gave an order: "Ming Jin retreats!"

(End of this chapter)