Sword rises in the storm

The black clouds crushed the city and wanted to destroy it, and the armor light opened to the sun.

The 30,000 North Vietnamese troops, all dressed in black leather armor and armed with hook-shaped spears, stood proudly outside the Yanxing Pass.

The sky seemed to be completely covered by the figure of the army of the North Vietnamese Kingdom, and the yellow sand fell with the pace of the 30,000 army, setting off the rolling waves of the Yellow Sea.

Five miles away, but it seems to be close at hand, as if in the next second, the army of North Vietnam will arrive at the gate of Yanhang Pass.

All the soldiers on the city wall held their breath, as if they were worried, angry, and solemn.

Feng Aojin's hands were clasped behind his back, looking at the rolling North Vietnamese army below, he clenched his cheeks, and roared angrily: "Pass the general's order, send the general Su Quan, and lead 10,000 elite soldiers out of the city to meet the enemy." Send archers to be ready to support the army on the ramparts. "

Yes!" The

heralds standing beside Feng Aojin nodded their heads and gave their hands to the command.

Immediately, the heralds quickly ran to all sides to convey Feng Aojin's orders.

Feng Aojin knew very well in his heart that if he stubbornly defended the city gate, once the North Vietnamese army was allowed to approach the city wall, the city gate would be broken, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

Therefore, the only way to do this was to send troops to intercept the North Vietnamese army and fight a bloody battle with the North Vietnamese army to consume its troops. Even if the soldiers are defeated at that time, they can withdraw to the Yanxing Pass and have a way out.

As long as he thought of the picture of the energetic 30,000 North Vietnamese troops forcibly attacking the city, Feng Aojin's fist couldn't help but tighten a little, and even his palms were stabbed by his fingernails.

Therefore, the North Vietnamese army must not be allowed to easily approach the city gate, and only in a battle can the main force of the North Vietnamese army be consumed can the enemy be successfully retreated.

"The general has an order, send the partial general Su Quan, lead 10,000 troops, and retreat from the city to the enemy!" The herald quickly rushed to the bottom of the city wall, and shouted loudly towards the generals and sergeants who were already ready to go.

The open space in the Yanxing Pass was full of figures of the soldiers of the Tianfeng Country, and General Ren Qifeng was impressively in the ranks. Naturally, Gu Hengsheng, as a lieutenant under Ren Qifeng, was also in the middle of the army.

On the platform, in front of the army, a middle-aged general wearing light silver armor, he is the partial general Su Quan, he suddenly raised his arms and shouted: "All the generals, go out of the city with the general to meet the enemy, defend the might of my Tianfeng Country!" "Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill ......"

The army roared in unison, so that the earth trembled, the wind and clouds changed color, and the clouds retreated.

"Open the city gate! Fight the enemy!" Su

Quan held a silver-white halberd in his hand, pointed at the city gate from afar, and raised his head and roared.

Suddenly, the drums were beating loudly, and the rumbling sound resounded in all directions of the Yanxing Pass, increasing the momentum of the ten thousand armies to an extreme.

Accompanied by the rumbling rhythm of the drums, the army rushed towards the city gate in an orderly manner, and Gu Hengsheng was among them.

In ancient times, a few people came back to fight.

Perhaps, tens of thousands of soldiers have gone this time, and few have returned. Perhaps, this rolling dust will soon be buried by a sea of blood. Perhaps, these four wolf smoke will sweep across the entire land of a hundred countries.

In the army, Gu Hengsheng, as a school captain, is also in the forefront of the position. He was wearing the uniform silver-black armor of the school captain, a pale black helmet, and a jet-black bladed spear, which was extremely domineering.

In the face of ten thousand enemies, Gu Hengsheng did not have half a point of fear, plain as water, not like mortals.

The soldiers of Yanxing Pass, who have experienced a hundred battles, are by no means comparable to the comfortable soldiers in Tianfeng China. So, they quickly gathered under the tower.

At this time, the 30,000 North Vietnamese troops had stopped at a position of three or four miles, and looked at each other from a distance with the soldiers of Yanxing Pass.

The heavy feeling of oppression pressed towards the hearts of every soldier like a heavy mountain, causing countless people to hold their breath. They knew that after today, many people would not be able to see the dawn of tomorrow, and they knew that the yellow sand in front of them would soon be covered by blood and corpses.

But what about life, and what about death. If they even abandon their own convictions and responsibilities, then what is the use of surviving?

The tens of thousands of troops at Yanxing Pass will be confronted by the raging North Vietnamese army, and they will feel frightened and uneasy. However, without a military order, they would not have taken half a step back, because the majesty of the Yanxing Pass and the national prestige of the Tianfeng Kingdom could not be trampled on!

Feng Aojin stood high on the city wall, his hands clenched into a fist, looking at the 30,000 North Vietnamese army that was clearly visible, and looking at the magnificent tens of thousands of elite soldiers at the city gate, he suddenly raised his hand and roared: "Beat the drums of war! Help the army!"

"Knock, knock......

." After a while, the rhythm of the war drums on the city wall slowly changed, and then the drums became louder and heavier, and they reverberated in the depths of the hearts of every soldier below, and reverberated above the endless heavenly dome.

Gu Hengsheng clenched the inky black spear, glanced at the army that was dark and heavy with some expectation, and muttered, "Only the baptism of blood can make the body of this life go further."

"Today, how many people will be buried here?" A touch of sadness and fear appeared in the hearts of countless soldiers: "Among them...... Will there be me?"

At this moment, everyone's heart is not calm, but they have no time to think, they can only use their best to suppress their inner thoughts.

After all, only those who survive from the battlefield will have time to think about other things.

The two armies faced each other, and it seemed unusually silent. The blade was cold, constantly flickering on the earth.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a deep roar from the North Vietnamese army: "Kill!"

Immediately, the 30,000 North Vietnamese army was as fierce as tigers, leopards and jackals, aiming their spears at Gu Hengsheng and the other 10,000 troops, and rushed to kill. In an instant, the iron hooves rolled up bursts of wild sand, as if a yellow veil was cast in front of Gu Hengsheng and the others.

At the moment when the North Vietnamese army moved, Feng Aojin couldn't help but slap on the stone wall of the city wall, raised his head with a red face and roared: "Soldiers, kill!"

Suddenly, the roar and shouting of killing rumbled.

The partial general Su Quan led tens of thousands of elite soldiers, rode on the war horse, pointed at the North Vietnamese army with the halberd in his hand, and roared: "Kill!"

The dust and smoke are rolling like waves, and the blades are cold like beasts.

Whether it is the 30,000 troops of the North Vietnamese State or the 10,000 elite soldiers commanded by Su Quan. The eyes of the soldiers on both sides were bloodshot, and they rushed towards each other.

Gu Hengsheng accompanied the army, and then followed closely behind General Ren Qifeng, leading more than 600 soldiers from the Chifeng Battalion under his command, riding a war horse and rumbling forward.

The distance between the two armies was a few miles away at this moment, and in the blink of an eye, the armies collided ......