Feng Ye also saw Yan Sikong. He was stunned for a moment, then his face changed drastically. He suddenly raised the spear in one hand and threw it towards Yan Sikong.

The two men were thirty feet apart. It would be difficult for an ordinary person to lift the gun, but Feng Ye actually let it fly through the rebel army like an arrow, almost passing by Yan Sikong's ear, and the cold wind it brought scratched his skin, causing pain.

A howl came from behind.

Yan Sikong turned his head suddenly, only to see a Duoyan guard being stabbed off his horse. The spear pierced his chest, leaving his body suspended in the air and nailed to the ground, preventing him from even falling to the ground after his death.

Yan Sikong was frightened and broke out in a cold sweat. He dared not be distracted any more. He saw the enemy attack from the corner of his eye. The long sword slashed across his breastplate, making a sharp sound. He narrowly avoided it, but his arm was still cut by the blade. However, he did not feel any pain at all. He raised his gun and swept across, riding his horse over the corpses of the enemy, and yelled: "Charge, charge, rescue the Wolf King——"

The sky was filled with the sound of drums and gunpowder. The valley that was once covered with snow had now turned into a blood-red and muddy battlefield. The smell of blood, feces, urine and gunpowder filled the nostrils, making people vomit.

The cold wind of the first month of the year whizzed past, cutting people's skin like a knife. The battle was so fierce that no one knew when the blades flying around would pierce their bodies, and no one knew whether they could survive this day. They kept charging and slashing, and it was either you die or I die. Their eyes were redder than blood, and their expressions were more vicious than ghosts.

This is the battlefield.

Feng Yeyi rode in the lead, leading the Feng family army to charge into the battle line. He was born with supernatural powers, and he could cut down people as easily as cutting wheat. The fiery red Tianshan horse under his crotch was even more domineering than a beast, and its iron hooves trampled the corpses of the enemy as if they were walking on flat ground. He led his soldiers bravely to kill their way out of a bloody path, killing the Duoyan guards who had been ravaging Liaoning for twenty years as if they had seen a demon. After wave after wave of them fell under his horse, no one dared to step forward. The three-color flag with a roaring wolf head and the word "Feng" printed on it was already in tatters, but he tied it to the back of his horse all the time, and it stood firm in the cold wind.

The generals of Doyanwei roared in Jurchen, accompanied by the beating of drums, and the soldiers rushed forward again, but Feng's army held on to the gap created by blood and flesh, and the gap became bigger and bigger. Finally, Zuihong took Fengye and jumped over the heads of the enemy, kicked their heads through their helmets, and finally broke out of the encirclement of the Jin soldiers!

Yan Sikong shouted: "Mingjin, retreat——"

He saw a large number of Jin soldiers pouring into the mountain pass. He thought that the Jin people must have discovered their strategy of making a feint to the east and attacking in the west, and sent a large army to hunt Feng Ye. The difference in strength between the enemy and us was so great that we could not fight for even a moment.

The gongs and drums of Feng's army resounded throughout the valley. The soldiers fought and retreated, leaving all the roads they had traveled.

Feng Ye ran to Yan Sikong with blood all over his body and face, and before Yan Sikong could speak, he shouted, "Who told you to come here?"

Yan Sikong also shouted, "Stop talking nonsense and retreat first!"

The Feng family army rushed towards the entrance of Taoxian Road like a receding tide. The terrain there was narrow, and if they swarmed through it they would inevitably get stuck. However, the Feng family army retreated in an orderly manner, which showed that they were well-trained. However, the Jin soldiers followed closely behind them, and the soldiers in the rear were still fighting hard.

Feng Ye ordered: "You lead them to retreat first, I will cover their retreat."

"No, you are the commander, you can't take any more risks."

Feng Ye turned a deaf ear and rode his elite troops to the rear. With his presence, the army's morale was boosted. They fought a desperate battle with the Duoyan Guards and finally withdrew all their troops into Taoxian Road.

The Jin soldiers saw that the terrain of Taoxiandao was strange and they were afraid there might be an ambush, so they dared not pursue them any further.

When the sun rose completely and shone brightly on the mountains and forests, Feng Ye finally returned to Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong saw the general riding a fiery red horse running towards him, and his heart trembled. His hands holding the reins felt a little weak. He didn't know if it was because he was frozen or...

Feng Ye rode to the side of Yan Sikong and rode side by side with him. He put one hand on the horse as if to support his body. At the same time, he turned his head and stared at Yan Sikong deeply. His face was covered with dirt and blood, and his original appearance was almost unrecognizable. Only his eyes were sharp and bright, as if they could see straight into people's hearts.

Yan Sikong also looked at Feng Ye, his face also looked miserable.

"Are you hurt?" Feng Ye opened his mouth, his throat was hoarse, he looked at Yan Sikong, the blood stung his eyes.

"It's just flesh wounds. How about you?" Yan Sikong looked at Feng Ye worriedly. The six days in the mountains were six days of hunger and cold. He saw Feng Ye's eye sockets were dark, his cheeks were sunken, his lips and fingers were dry and cracked, his body and face were covered in blood, and he didn't know how many injuries he had suffered. It seemed that he didn't have much strength left, but he could still hold on until now...

"It's okay." Feng Ye whispered, "I know you will come to save me."

"I told you this plan is too risky. If I can't save you, you should think about the consequences."

"From the moment I mounted my warhorse at the age of eleven, I was ready to die on the battlefield at any time. What will be the consequence?" Feng Ye sneered, "At most, I will die."

Yan Sikong let out a long sigh.

"I'm glad you're so worried about me." Feng Ye's face was frozen, but he still managed to smile. He stared at Yan Sikong with a burning gaze, "You even took the risk to lead troops to rescue me... but you are not allowed to take risks like this in the future."

Yan Sikong turned away, avoiding Feng Ye's fiery gaze: "I, Yan Sikong, can write and wield a sword. What do you think of me, a weak woman?"

"I regard you as my dearest child." Feng Ye whispered, "I cannot tolerate any harm to you."

Yan Sikong pinched the horse's belly and said, "Hurry through this road and return to Guangning as soon as possible."

The Taoxian Road was long and narrow and deep. It took them three full hours to finally get out.

When we passed through the mountain pass, a breeze blew in our faces, carrying with it a barely perceptible stench, which seemed to be the smell of horse manure.

Yan Sikong and Feng Ye raised their heads at the same time. The cliffs on both sides were not high, and the sparse trees were sunken in the snow that had not yet melted. They had lost all their leaves, but still stood alone, as if struggling to grow towards the sky and get rid of the frozen soil and ice and snow.

Such a desolate scenery is certainly not worth looking at for long; what they are looking at is the occasional trembling of the tree branches.

Feng Ye's face changed and he shouted, "There's an ambush!"

The soldiers, who had just experienced a fierce battle and were tired and injured, were all awakened by the fierce roar. Feng Ye's years of rigorous training had enabled them to remain calm even in the face of danger. The team quickly split in the middle and tried to get as close to the mountain as possible. The soldiers raised their shields above their heads to protect their commander.

The next moment, countless heads emerged from the low cliffs on both sides, and thousands of arrows fell from the sky!

Screams rang out one after another. The soldiers who thought they had escaped from the gates of hell died before they had time to celebrate.

How cruel.

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong hid under their shields, listening to the dull sound of arrows hitting their heads, which was like the sound of a knife licking their necks, making them shudder.

Their life and death depend on these few pieces of armor, just like floating duckweed on the sea, with their lives hanging in the balance.

He heard the neighing of a horse, and Zuihong beside him twitched violently. Feng Ye shouted, "Get closer to the mountain, quickly!"

Yan Sikong looked back and saw that Zuihong's butt was hit by two arrows. She was twisting in pain and trying frantically to break free from the reins.

Feng Ye held it tightly and was about to be dragged away. Yan Sikong and several soldiers also grabbed the reins and forcibly dragged Zuihong into a shelter.

Arrows rained down overhead, and the soldiers who had no time to dodge fell one after another. The narrow mountain pass was immediately littered with corpses.

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong looked at each other, their eyes filled with despair.

The Jin soldiers had finished shooting their arrows and began to push the rocks down. Feng Ye shouted, "Retreat!"

As they fled, the archers of Feng's army fought back, but they were at a disadvantage as they were attacked from all sides and were almost at the mercy of others. Huge rocks and wood blocks rolled down from the low cliffs, leaving crushed bodies wherever they went. How could such a tragic scene be normal for the human world?

Feng Ye and Yan Sikong jumped on their horses. Zuihong endured the pain, dodged the fatal arrows and stones, and ran madly towards the mountain pass.

Yan Sikong listened to the arrows flying past him and watched the boulders rolling over his flesh and blood. The blood rushed through his body and his heart felt like it was about to jump out of his throat.

Suddenly, a sharp arrow flew straight towards Yan Sikong.

"Kong'er--" Feng Ye roared wildly, then suddenly flew over Zuihong and hugged Yan Sikong.

Both of them fell off their horses. Yan Sikong saw stars and when he got up, he saw Feng Ye lying on top of him, shaking violently.

Yan Sikong wanted to help Feng Ye up, but when he stretched out his hand, he touched a handful of sticky, hot blood. He was shocked and looked carefully. A sharp arrow... had pierced his chest.

Yan Sikong's head buzzed and he roared uncontrollably: "Feng Ye——"

Feng Ye's face was pale, his eyes were blurry, and his body was as if it was filled with lead and he could hardly move. He heard Yan Sikong calling him, calling his name. His Konger finally called his name, not the cold and distant "Wolf King". But, but he couldn't stand up...

"Protect the Wolf King!" Yan Sikong shouted at the top of his lungs, "Protect the Wolf King!"

The shield soldiers quickly gathered together, forming a barrier above their heads again.

Yan Sikong felt as if his heart was being cut by a knife. He trembled as he touched Feng Ye's face: "Feng Ye, Feng Ye, wake up. I'm taking you back to the city now. I, I'm taking you back to the city. Do you hear me? Feng Ye!"

Feng Ye coughed lightly and called out softly, "Kong...er..."

"Feng Ye, you have to hold on, you have to hold on!" Yan Sikong felt that he had never felt so desperate in his life. Even if he was about to be burned in the fire, he would feel relieved. Unlike this moment, at this moment, they were all going to die here.

He is not afraid of death, and even if you kill him a thousand times, his pride cannot be destroyed. But Feng Ye cannot die. Feng Ye is a great general, a proud son of heaven who will shine throughout the world and live forever. Such a person cannot die here, cannot die in this crude and nameless place!

But who can come to rescue them?

Yan Sikong hugged Feng Ye's weak body and roared in unwillingness and anger.

"Don't be afraid..." Feng Ye whispered faintly in Yan Sikong's ear, "We are together..."

Yan Sikong was overwhelmed with grief and tears rolled down her cheeks.

Is God really going to kill them here? !

Suddenly, a sharp wolf howl broke through the mysterious battlefield!