Sword Box Pass.

early morning.

The Beili Army, which had been reorganizing for a day, had basically restored its combat strength.

Beililing stood outside Jianxia Pass, riding on his horse, looking at the Xiong Pass in front of him.

He raised his spear high and shouted: "My sons, today is the time to break the city. Please fight bravely to kill the enemy!"

"Kill the enemy bravely!"

"Kill the enemy bravely!"

"..."

On the battlefield, deafening shouts rang out, and then the soldiers began to attack the city step by step.

In the early snow, Dong Wenjun stood in the crowd, using his weapon to deflect long arrows from time to time.

They didn't rush forward immediately.

Because there are also martial arts masters in this situation, the significance of their charge is not so great, but more used to contain the opponent's master.

Therefore, after the masters of both sides reach a balance, the outcome of the siege begins to depend on the outcome of ordinary soldiers.

But according to their observations, the defenders on the tower did not appear tired, but instead seemed energetic.

"How could this be?"

Beili Ling looked at the siege from a distance. He was very dissatisfied with the current situation.

From his understanding, except for a few elites, most of the imperial soldiers and horses were useless.

According to the previous information, the garrison at Jianxi Pass has been abandoned for a long time, and their weapons and equipment are not repaired. It is said that they only go out for training once a month. Such a training rate will definitely produce a group of trash.

After receiving the battle report from Beili Long, he still didn't dare to trust him, thinking that he was one of Beili Long's subordinates and not very capable.

Now, he personally commanded and faced it personally, and he felt that the defenders on the tower were nothing but trash. They were clearly a group of veterans of many battles.

"Uncle Ling, the defenders of Jianxi Pass are still very capable of fighting." Beili Long said, standing aside.

"Aren't they a group of old, weak, sick and disabled people?" Beililing asked.

"Uncle Ling, you may not understand the truth. Those people may be the old, weak, sick and disabled, but they are not ordinary old, weak, sick and disabled. They are the Thunder Legion, the Divine Martial Legion, etc. Those elite warriors retire when they are old and go to the sword box.

I’m here to support you in old age.”

"Many of them are veterans, and they also bring new recruits. Those people have seen blood and been on the battlefield. After a little training, they can pick up a sword and fight." Beililong said.

"I see, but no matter what kind of soldiers they are, they will definitely fall in the face of their true strength."

Beili Ridge is known as the "Tiger of Beili". This is no joke. It is actually a name gained from battles.

Many years ago, when Beililing was still a boy, he had already led troops to fight against the foreign tribes in the grasslands.

After fighting for so many years, he has an instinctive sensitivity to the outcome of war.

"Fifty thousand versus ten thousand, I have the advantage in this battle!"

Beili Ling looked proud, with a domineering air between his brows and eyes.

"Uncle Ling will definitely win!"

Beili Long was complimenting him, but at the same time, he was very wary of the generals under Beili Ling.

Who knows who might be in the same group as the masked man?

But Beililing was still kept in the dark and didn't know anything.

The Dragon of Beili, who has been fighting all his life, is now too old and dim to distinguish between loyal and traitorous people. Time is not forgiving.

In this regard, he would only sigh a few times and would not remind Beili Ling.

There are two reasons.

Firstly, Beililing would not believe what he said.

The second point is that even if Beililing believed him, he would not get any benefit from this matter. On the contrary, he would completely offend the organization behind the masked man.

If the masked man's organization falls to Beilihen, then he will hardly get the position of clan leader, and it will be even less likely for him to become the new King of Beilihen.

Luo Xingchen stood on the tower, using his bow and arrow to shoot down the enemies climbing on the ladder from time to time.

He frowned and said, "We are all from Daqi, and now they are killing each other."

"Master, don't think too much. Since ancient times, the ones who kill your own people the most are often the so-called own people." Mo Anbai said.

"I hope that the chaos in Beili will be put down as soon as possible so that the people can take a breather and live a more stable life. People in troubled times are not dogs in prosperous times."

Luo Xingchen has seen many people's sufferings, and he understands the devastation that war has on ordinary people.

Some war zones are often deserted for thousands of miles, with abandoned villages everywhere, which is very scary.

At this time, Zhenxin's offensive and defensive battle was like a meat grinder, with many casualties on both sides.

Those dead soldiers are just numbers in the statistics of casualties, but in fact, they are not numbers, but real people, flesh and blood.

Each of them has a family behind them, and they all have their own joys and sorrows.

But when they arrived here, they turned from living life into rotten meat without the breath of life.

Even though Luo Xingchen has seen a lot of death and even killed a lot of people himself, he still cannot be absolutely calm and turn a blind eye when facing death.

"The young master has great compassion in his heart, and the slave family admires him endlessly." Mo Anbai covered his lips and smiled.

"It doesn't matter whether you are compassionate or not. When facing the enemy, you still have to do the devil's deeds with a Bodhisattva heart."

As Luo Xingchen spoke, he pulled the bowstring and shot an enemy who had just climbed up the city wall on the spot.

At this time, there were obviously not as many people standing on the city wall as before.

Judging from the number of people, the Beili rebels had a slight upper hand at this time.

Zhan Honglian shouted instructions, and her voice became hoarse.

General Yuan Kangle was also on top to provide support. He put on a full set of armor and even used an iron mask to block his face. He was very tired wearing such heavy armor and could hardly breathe when he spoke, but he did not dare to take it off at all.

Come down.

With his useless martial arts, without this armor, he would have been shot dead by the enemy long ago.

Even so, there was still a dull pain in his chest.

There was no way, the iron armor blocked the bow and arrow, but it couldn't offset all the impact of the bow and arrow. Some of it must be transmitted to his body, causing him physical injury.

The owners of Peacock Villa, Xian Yuzhong and Yu Shengyan, stood on both sides of the tower, pushing down the enemies on both sides one by one. Fortunately, with the two of them, the two sides were relatively stable and did not allow the enemies to gain a foothold.

"The enemy may be using his trump card." Luo Xingchen said.

"What's the trump card? What's the enemy's trump card?" Mo Anbai asked.

"The enemy has two trump cards. The same is heavy cavalry, but at this time they are attacking a city. The heavy cavalry is useless and cannot exert its power."

"The other thing is cannons. They secretly transported a lot of cannons back from Yajili in the west. There should be about seven of them to deal with Jianxigguan here. Due to limited ammunition, they will only use them at critical times. Now

It should be that critical moment." Luo Xingchen explained.
Chapter completed!