Chapter 132: Broken halberds sink in the sand and new bones buried · 1
Qing divides Henan and Chu and presses Song and Heng, and the steep mountains are linked to hold the three rivers.
The heroic pass buried the dead bones, and the heart and courage were broken and the border was sealed.
Wusheng Pass, with its towering peaks, shady trees and rugged rocks, is one of the nine passes in the world, and a place that military strategists have fought for since ancient times.
This place is crisscrossed with mountains and peaks, and it is extremely dangerous. Cars cannot run in a straight line and horses cannot ride side by side. It is a natural barrier in southern Henan, and it is also the traffic throat that controls the Huai River in the north and Xiangfan in the south.
Xiao Hao woke up in a burst of deafening shouts of fighting.
He tricked Shi Zhixuan into the gang's territory, and adjusted his mental state comfortably before starting to teleport. He thought that this time he was full of energy, and no matter what the next world was like, he could deal with it calmly.
However, he really underestimated the system.
The sound of a sharp blade piercing through flesh and blood rang in his ears, and a pool of warm liquid was splashed on Xiao Hao's face unexpectedly. He squinted his eyes reflexively.
The sky was dim, and the early autumn heat had not yet dissipated. The earth was emitting scorching heat from the core of the earth. Xiao Hao tilted his head uncomfortably, and a figure in front of him, against the light, raised the ring knife in his hand high. He subconsciously turned sideways and quickly dodged the fatal knife.
Both of his hands were heavy. When he lowered his head, he saw the familiar pair of 555 shield and sword.
The man missed with his sword, but quickly changed the sword's position and slashed at Xiao Hao.
Xiao Hao didn't have time to think, and rushed forward with a shield to knock the red name unconscious.
He had a chance to observe the situation around him.
This seemed to be a military stronghold, with corpses everywhere. The densely packed red names were rushing through their own camp, and the flying arrows almost never missed. Every arc shot would take the life of one or even two people.
The battlefield was noisy, but it was full of the enemy's excited shouts. The friendly troops around him were as quiet as death, and almost lost the will to survive and fight back.
The city wall behind him was built with mountains as a barrier, and the mountain was carved into a pass. The wall was solid, but there was no one on the wall.
Xiao Hao quickly judged the situation of his side.
The monitoring plug-in showed that there were only a few hundred people on their side.
——They were... abandoned.
Xiao Hao felt confused. It wouldn't take long for the other side to kill them all. He had to survive!
Xiao Hao just stood here and knocked out a Mongolian soldier, which attracted the attention of others. A dozen red names quickly surrounded him. He held the shield and sword in his hand tightly, jumped high to the front, and smashed the red names with the Mo Dao.
The people closest to him were dizzy from the heavy blow. Xiao Hao did not stop, and a shield wall rose in front of him. As the shield danced, several golden shields began to fly around him and smashed him.
Those golden shields seemed to be flying randomly, but they actually smashed the enemies very accurately. However, none of the Song soldiers who were very close to Xiao Hao were hit by his shields.
Xiao Hao pushed the shield wall forward all the way. The Mongolians who surrounded him were smashed and retreated. He actually pushed them out of the Mongolian camp. The
surrounding Song soldiers looked at him in amazement, wondering how this taciturn recruit suddenly became so fierce.
Xiao Hao heard someone shouting behind him: "Good brother! The general has abandoned the pass and fled. We are just pawns to delay time. If you have the energy to spare, don't worry about us and just save your own life!"
After hearing this, Xiao Hao turned around and smashed the Mongolian soldier closest to him with his shield, knocking him unconscious. His target was the red-named man next to the man who shouted. He used his shield to catch the chopping knife and cleanly cut off the red-named man with one blow.
Blood stained the cold black armor. He frowned and looked at the Song soldier and said, "Why not fight when you are facing death? It's death anyway, so why not have a few more people to cushion your back?"
Seeing his unparalleled bravery and unstoppable momentum, the Song soldier said with tears in his eyes, "We are mediocre in martial arts and cannot resist these fierce Tartars. You have unique skills, so you must not die here with us!"
Xiao Hao cut down the Mongolian soldier beside him with another sword strike. The strong smell of blood made his stomach churn, but on this battlefield where swords are blind, it's either you die or I live, so you must not be soft-hearted to the enemy. Cang
Yun is not like Shaolin Wanhua. If he loses his life, he will not have the Samsara Needle to use. The battlefield was full of murderous intentions, and he had no chance to release Shi Zhixuan from the gang's territory, so he had to fight through this first.
He suppressed his discomfort and stood in front of the Song soldier: "Now that the guard is gone, it's our turn to defend."
The Song soldier thought he was crazy, and tried to persuade him: "What nonsense are you talking about! There are less than 300 of us, how can we resist the iron hooves of the Mongolian army!
Xiao Hao opened the shield wall to block the two ring knives, quickly confirmed the situation around him, and shouted in the camp: "If you don't want to die, listen to my command! "
This sound exploded in the ears of the Song army like thunder. The remaining Song soldiers were all shocked and looked at the strange face in black and heavy armor.
Under the black armor, golden cloud patterns were looming. The black heart guard gave people an inexplicable sense of solidity and stability. The golden rows of armor on both sides flashed a low-key brilliance in the dim sunlight. On the solid armor was a cold and resolute face, as if it was cut by a knife.
This... is this the new recruit who was laughed at by them for being afraid of death and wrapped himself up like a dumpling?
Why does it seem that something is different?
The enemy is numerous and we are few. It is not easy to retreat unscathed. Xiao Hao has a solemn face, carrying a large shield in front, and is ready for a new round of shield dance.
"The twenty people closest to the city gate, quickly leave the battle and go open the gate! Others, those who are seriously injured should retreat and evade, those who are not injured should protect the flanks; those who know some kung fu, charge with me and hold on!"
Xiao Hao had just finished speaking when he rushed out first. These people had almost lost their will to fight, and they might not listen to him. Only by taking some actions to boost morale can they have a chance of survival.
Fortunately, his Cang Yun A arrived early and did not catch up with the data compression of Jian Dan Qin Xin. The 170,000 HP was enough for him to charge back and forth in the enemy army several times.
The shield armor circled like a dancing wild goose, sweeping across the front of the thousands of troops.
The large golden shield with blood-red marks quickly cleared out a group of people in the Mongolian army. In the empty space, the hesitant Song soldiers looked at each other, and finally someone climbed up and ran towards the city gate.
When someone started to move, the others came to their senses, but most of them ran into the city. Those who could not escape for the time being were almost all struggling to find a chance to enter the city, and no one followed Xiao Hao to charge.
Xiao Hao sighed in his heart, holding up the shield wall to hold back a whole row of Mongolian soldiers who wanted to rush behind him.
Flying arrows were pouring down on him. Xiao Hao knew he couldn't stop them, so he thrust his shield into the ground and released it instantly. "
I am as solid as a rock, and I can't stop the enemy."
The solid shield bounced back all the arrows intact. Those sharpshooters who were drawing their bows and arrows far behind the Mongolian formation became their own targets, and the sound of horses falling off was endless.
Xiao Hao breathed a sigh of relief. It was not an exaggeration to say that Cang Yun's father could kill a lot of people with one shield.
The eyes of the Song army brightened when they saw that he could still do this in the face of the overwhelming flow of arrows and protect himself without any damage.
Did God take pity on them and specially send such a fierce general to save their lives!
The equipment on Xiao Hao was a mix of famous sword sets and military uniforms, which were mainly used to break defenses, and the defense was not that strong. Seeing that he was fighting ten enemies at once, the Mongols teamed up to get rid of him first. Xiao Hao was under great pressure and gritted his teeth to hold on.
The Song army entered the city one after another. The fewer people stayed on the battlefield, the greater the pressure Xiao Hao had to bear. Seeing that they really had a chance to escape, their desire to survive far exceeded all their thoughts, and they killed the Mongols around them more fiercely, just to get away from the eyes of the Mongols as soon as possible and escape back to the city to take refuge.
After all, Xiao Hao could only block a limited amount. The shield and the Mongolian bow and arrow ring knife collided with each other, making a sharp metal hissing sound, and wounds gradually appeared on his body. The only benefit of this system for the body is that the injuries will eventually show up as a drop in health. No matter how bloody the appearance is, it is just a flesh pain for Xiao Hao. Even if the bones are broken, it will not affect the release of skills.
Xiao Hao took advantage of the gap in the retreat, shield-slamming ...
More than half of the people had entered the city gate. The Mongolian army was outnumbered, and the remaining dozens of people were already at the end of their strength. Either they were unable to resist and escape due to physical reasons, or they knew that so many people had already escaped and they had no chance of survival under the siege, and gradually lost the fighting spirit that they had finally ignited.
Someone on the city wall shouted, wanting to close the city gate. As long as the city gate was closed, Wusheng Pass was defended by the mountain and the terrain was dangerous and difficult to attack. Even if they were only more than 200 people, they could hold on for a long time.
Xiao Hao looked back in silence and said nothing.
I never thought that the first battle of Cangyun Xiaohao would become the last battle.
The Yin and Yang worlds have already been triggered, and I am afraid that I will not be so lucky this time. Well, it is not easy for these abandoned soldiers to survive. At most, he will be taken by the system to download a small account to continue leveling up, but their lives are really only once.
Xiao Hao exhaled, and began to charge into the Mongolian army with shield dance.
Just now someone in the city shouted the three words "Dashengguan", and in front of him was the ferocious Mongolian army. Xiao Hao had roughly figured out the meaning of this pass behind him.
In the first year of Kaiqing in the Southern Song Dynasty, Kublai Khan led his army across the Huai River and attacked Dashengguan. The garrison soldiers abandoned the pass and fled south. Kublai Khan's army crossed the pass and went south to take Ezhou. The soldiers trapped Xiangyang. After that, the Song Dynasty lost Xiangyang Fancheng and had no power to resist.
This Dashengguan is the old name of Wushengguan among the three passes in Yiyang.
These defenders have survived only by their instinct for survival. The people may not understand the significance of this pass, but these defenders...
Xiao Hao felt a suffocating sense of powerlessness.
Even if such a group of defenders escaped, they probably couldn't save Wusheng Pass.
...
It's better to delay for a while.
Xiao Hao knocked away a Mongolian soldier next to the Song army, and said indifferently without turning his head: "Let's go."
The rest of the people seemed to see what he was doing, and looked at him in surprise.
The city gate began to close. The man he had just rescued looked back at the city gate, then turned his head to look at him in panic, his head hesitating between the two sides.
In the end, he succumbed to the will to survive, gritted his teeth, turned around and ran towards the city gate.
Xiao Hao suddenly felt extremely calm. The dust rose and the sword fell, and the sword flashed with a cold and sharp edge, splitting the enemy in two.
One man guarding the pass, ten thousand men cannot break through.
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