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On December 20, the fog spread over the whole city of Xinjiang. People in the city stood in front of the gate and looked at it.

The fog filled the streets. They could not see anyone, but they could hear a cry of killing.

Yuan Yihao led the soldiers and guarded the gate. Like the people of Xinjiang city, standing on the tower, they could not see the soldiers of the Northern Qi Dynasty, but could hear the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

The officers and men were so worried that they relaxed: "general yuan, it's great. The boiling water that fell on the wall yesterday has now become ice. The soldiers of the Northern Qi Dynasty could not attack. "

Yuan Yihao nodded, but he didn't relax. They stayed here not only to resist the attack of the Northern Qi Dynasty, but also to fight for enough time for Zhao Yuan.

On the other side.

Since last night, Zhao Yuan, with his people, quietly left the city of Xinjiang. Under the leadership of the farmers, he came all the way to the place just a mile away from the military camp of the Northern Qi Dynasty by spreading salt and snow.

The thick fog provided the best shelter for the soldiers of the Northern Qi Dynasty, as well as the best shelter for the soldiers of the southern Qin Dynasty.

"General, if you go further, you will arrive at the barracks of the Northern Qi within a mile."

Zhao Yuan nodded.

"Don't follow me, old man. Leave two soldiers here to protect old man. The others follow me. Dig a tunnel out of the snow and approach the military camp of the Northern Qi Dynasty carefully.

As the sky began to light up, a red sun rose on the horizon.

The arrival of the Northern Qi Dynasty stands under the wall and looks at the wall of the southern Qin Dynasty. According to the plan, with the help of the fog, they should have been able to take down the city of Xinjiang in two hours, but now it's better. Now two hours have passed, but they didn't even enter the gate.

It's daybreak, the fog is dispersed, and when the sight is clear, they can only rush hard.

As the fog dispersed, the figures of the soldiers in the Northern Qi Dynasty flashed in the fog. The four fields were all white blood, and the figures were very beautiful and clear.

Yuan Yihao's eyes sank. She waved her hand: "shoot!"

Countless arrows flew towards the soldiers of the Northern Qi Dynasty.

When was the first time I saw a dead man?

She doesn't remember.

She even forgot her weak self.

But now, standing on the tower, fighting such a battle, but let her feel the pain.

A drop of tears, from the corner of the eye, fell on the wall, after the cold wind blowing, into a drop of ice.

"Guard the city of Xinjiang, repel the Northern Qi Dynasty, and go home for the festival!"

The cry of the earthquake sounded on the city wall, "guard Xinjiang city, repel the Northern Qi Dynasty, and go home for the festival!"

Countless arrows and stones were thrown in the past, hitting on the people of the Northern Qi Dynasty. The people of the Northern Qi Dynasty rushed forward and knocked the gate open. Yuan Yihao and his soldiers stood in front of the gate of the city. When the first man from the Northern Qi Dynasty rushed over, he immediately raised his sword and rushed over there. In the future, everyone's head would be cut off.

"Kill

Bright red blood, sprinkled on the snow, dyed this year's snow red.

This war, from night to evening, from the sun rising to the sun being engulfed by dark clouds. Snowflakes float across the sky, red with blood splashed in the air.

The wolf smoke rises, the army elder brother is loud and clear, shout to kill a voice.

When the soldiers of the Northern Qi Dynasty realized that it was too late. They are happy to think that through the thick fog, Nan Qin lost his commander again, and there will be no one in the army.

But did not expect, their commander not only nothing, but also quietly sneaked into their base camp, destroyed their barracks, before and after the attack.

In this battle, the Northern Qi Dynasty lost completely.

Nan Qin won not only, but also beautiful.

The head of the commander-in-chief of the Northern Qi Dynasty was mentioned by Zhao Yuan and hung on the gate of the city.

When the horn of victory sounded, a man leaned against the snow in front of the barracks, closed his eyes, and his lips filled with a satisfied smile