Chapter 187 Fighting

This time, Cui Yongan went to rebuild the outpost at Yuanmugou.

The Wuqiang State retreated thirty miles, and the border was temporarily safe.

Climbing up the newly built tower, Cui Yongan looked around sharply.

"Is there anything unusual?"

"Report, no abnormality found yet."

"Well, keep watch."

Cui Yongan inspected the area, arranged the guards, and then went into the tent.

Inside the tent was his partner Lao Fan.

He took off his boots with great effort. His socks and trousers were soaked through and turned into ice plates. He rubbed them against the blazing bonfire in front of him and soon began to emit hot air.

Lao Fan really dislikes it.

“It stinks.”

Cui Yongan teased.

"You have to endure the stink. I don't have a woman. Unlike you, you smell good every day. Come, let me take a bite."

Lao Fan kicked him away.

"These past few days, there has been a beautiful girl getting close to you, and you have been courteous to her all day, bringing her hot water and hot meals. Is good news coming soon?"

Cui Yongan shook his head.

"I used to know a little girl who was hardworking, smart and kind. She looked pitiful, but I helped her a lot. I didn't expect she was actually capable. I owed her help to our food supply some time ago."

"Those who come to the northwest at this time are not afraid of death."

"He is indeed not afraid of death, and he is ruthless when dealing with evildoers."

"Is she married?"

"Not yet, they said they would invite me to their wedding banquet."

"You are already grown up, hurry up and find a girl to start a family. Look, my son already calls you dad."

Cui Yongan smiled, his wolf-like eyes narrowed and gentle.

"Who is willing to marry me? I am a person who has to keep my pants on every day. Forget it!"

Old Fan leaned over to his ear and said.

"Lao Cui, you have never slept with a woman, right? Her skin is so delicate, as thin and white as tofu, her body is made of water, and it feels like a ball of soft cotton when you hug her, fragrant and tender. Her voice is so delicate and soft, and it makes your heart burn..."

Cui Yongan threw his shoes at him.

"Get out of here..."

Suddenly, a burst of rapid whistles stopped the two people who were fighting.

"Her grandmother..."

Cui Yongan hurriedly put on his boots, took his long-barreled spear, and ran straight out of the tent.

The outpost was built on a slope, making it easy to defend but difficult to attack.

For this trip, Cui Yongan recruited a thousand soldiers.

he asked, crawling beside the sentry.

"What's going on?"

"General Hui, on the other side is a small group of Wuqiang cavalrymen, the number of which is unknown at the moment."

Cui Yongan looked solemn as he looked around, not daring to slack off for even a second.

"Send a team to the headquarters to report the news, and send scouts to explore again."

"yes!"

In an instant, a dense stream of arrows fell from the sky and attacked their camp.

Fortunately, they were prepared and managed to avoid the arrows.

The gray sky and the silvery ground meet in a line of sky where a deep black line moves slowly.

The deafening sound of horse hooves came from far away and got closer, the shining hook knife flashed with cold light, and the chaotic shouting and the sound of horses galloping came one after another.

Cui Yongan's eyes darkened. These bastards are still so evil. They came back again after I chased them away.

He held the silver spear tightly in his hand. He did not dare to underestimate these people. They were the most elite cavalry of the Wuqiang Kingdom.

"Tie the horse rope, quick..."

"Archers, get ready..."

The soldiers lined up in an orderly manner and moved back and forth in the positions.

The cavalry on the opposite side were quite prepared for their tactics, and in the melee, a large number of enemy troops still rode forward.

"Get on the horse..."

Cui Yongan jumped on his horse, swung his silver spear, and rushed towards the enemy at high speed.

In the vast land of silver, shouts and cries of killing were heard everywhere. The wilderness was filled with the sound of swords clashing. The harsh sound was mixed with screams and wails. The air was filled with the smell of blood. As the sky darkened, it became more and more scarlet. The blood color was gradually covered by the flying snowflakes, but was dyed red again by a new round of sword fighting.

Looking around, there were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and the whole place was devastated.

Hell on earth, horrifying.

Cui Yongan swung the silver spear in his hand and instantly pierced the heads of two enemies. Blood splattered everywhere, and the warm red splashed on his palms. The silver armor on his body had long been stained with blood, and there were stains on his face, which were not other people's blood, but his own wounds. Only his eyes were bloodshot, like a wolf.

The sound of arrows whizzed past his ears, and his armor was covered with scars. After killing more than a dozen people, he lost his concentration and was slashed in the abdomen by a sharp blade, and fell to the ground.

"Lao Cui..."

When he woke up again, his whole body was in pain and his ears were buzzing. He relied on only his willpower to slowly lift up the corpse on top of him. He fumbled for the cloth hidden on his body and tied it around the wound on his abdomen. Shivering and trembling, he found his silver spear and stood up. He saw the collapsed flag next to him, which was in tatters.

The bloody wilderness attracted a large number of flesh-eating black birds, which kept hovering in the gray sky.

There was silence in the wilderness.

He looked around, thrust the flag he had picked up into the ground, and roared loudly.

"Are there any alive?"

At this moment, only the whistling of the north wind and the rustling of flags could be heard, without a single human voice.

The reinforcements were blocked twenty miles away. When they finally arrived, they saw a broad bloodstain winding across the snow-white and desolate land.

A man was pulling a dead horse, moving forward with difficulty.

When the commander of the reinforcements helped up Cui Yongan, who had empty eyes, a gleam of light flashed in his eyes.

He pointed his finger at Old Fan who was wrapped in the horse's belly and said this.

"Save him first, he's still alive..."

"He still has a wife, children, and a warm bed!"

Chen Shiyi's face turned pale when he saw Cui Yongan being sent back, and a man was pulled out of the bloody horse's belly.

The military doctor told Chen Shiyi that if they dug out the internal organs of a dead horse and stuffed a human inside the horse to keep it warm, the horse would not be frozen to death in the northwest snow.

Cui Yongan's blood was almost drained out, and it took him two days and two nights to finally rescue him from Prince Yan.

Fortunately, the rare medicinal herbs that Chen Shiyi brought came in handy.

The blazing bonfire illuminated the tragedy in the wounded camp.

When Cui Yongan woke up, her whole body was in pain. She slowly opened her eyes and saw the good friend next to Chen Shiyi, the one who had been calling her sister.

The woman's brows were slightly frowned, her face bright, and she only said something softly as she watched Cui Yongan wake up.

"woke up?"

The corners of his mouth were dry and his throat seemed blocked.

Mo Xunyan brought over a bowl of warm water and carefully fed him two spoonfuls with a spoon.

Cui Yongan felt it was not satisfying, so he raised his hand to grab the drink, but was blocked by Mo Xunyan.

"You have a stomach injury. You can't drink much water."

Cui Yongan asked in a bad tone, enduring the pain all over his body.

"What about Eleven?"

Mo Xunyan suddenly became a little angry.

"Eleven, Eleven, why do you keep calling her Eleven? She stayed by your side for two days and two nights without even closing her eyes. Now I sent her to sleep."