The next day, Fengye's army gathered outside Qingxu Valley.

At this time, the sky was clear and the sun was high in the sky. The vision was very clear. After turning the foot of the mountain, the pass of Qingxu Valley was not far away. Although it could not be seen now, it was conceivable that the deep valley was like a long snake winding through this desolate mountain, and they were about to enter the snake's belly and fight to the death.

After waiting for a long time, the scout ran back and knelt in front of Feng Ye Ma: "General, the rebels have set up an ambush above Qingxu Valley."

"How many ambushes?"

"About a thousand."

"What about the pass?"

"There are no rebels at the entrance, but the exit has been blocked by a large rebel army."

Feng Ye waved his hand and glanced at Yan Sikong.

Yan Sikong narrowed his eyes slightly and rode his horse around in place: "Very good, the wind direction has not changed."

"God helps me."

Yan Sikong nodded: "As we expected, time is short and the mountain roads are difficult to navigate. The rebels cannot bring a large amount of baggage into the mountains, so there are few ambushes on the top and many blocking the front. Under this circumstance, this plan is still feasible, but..." He turned his head to look at the soldiers behind him, "Even if we can rush out, our casualties will definitely be heavy."

Feng Ye said solemnly: "If we take a detour, the food and grass will be cut off, and our casualties will be even more difficult to estimate. This is the only way."

Wang Moxiu said: "General, I am willing to be the vanguard."

Feng Ye shook his head, took a deep breath, and said loudly: "Liu Yong, take a thousand soldiers and climb up the mountain. Disperse or kill the rebels' ambush. Don't chase them."

"Yes!"

"Bai Shangren, prepare the horses, mugwort, and kerosene, and wait for my order."

"Yes!"

"Yan Sikong." Feng Ye looked forward without even looking at Yan Sikong, "Bring 800 soldiers to guard here to prevent the rebels from cutting off my retreat. If I retreat, they can also provide support."

Yan Sikong opened his mouth, but swallowed his words back, and said with a cupped hand, "Yes."

"Wang Moxiu."

"I will be here in the end."

Feng Ye clenched the spear in his hand and said, "The Qingxu Valley Pass is narrow. The army can only pass through in a serpentine manner and cannot rush. I will be the vanguard and lead the front army to charge, and you will cover the rear and lead the rear army to assist. When the front army is tired, the front and rear armies will switch places. Don't relax at all. Remember, I will not retreat. Whoever dares to retreat will be killed immediately!"

"Yes!"

Feng Ye pulled the reins, intending to advance.

"General." Yan Sikong said softly.

Feng Ye paused, then turned back. His expression remained unchanged, but his eyes revealed some emotions.

Yan Sikong clasped his fists towards him and said in a deep voice, "Kong, guard the rear and wait for good news."

Feng Ye returned the greeting, turned around and rode away.

Yan Sikong stared at Feng Ye's back until he was submerged by the army. Feng Ye was only nineteen this year, and he had a premonition that he would have to watch Feng Ye's back go to war many times in his life. A real man has ambitions, and even if he is worried, he will never stop him.

Moreover, he believed that he and Feng Ye were both born to be masters of the world, and this was definitely not the place where they would die!

——

Nearing the entrance of Qingxu Valley, Bai Shangren led a hundred cavalrymen out of the team. They dismounted in an orderly manner and tied the straw men that had been made overnight to the horses' backs. The horses were then tied with branches and wooden strips that were poured with oil.

Feng Ye looked at the restless war horses and recalled the time he spent at Guangning Horse Farm when he was a child. War horses are the sharpest weapons in the army and the most important weapons of the country. Since the loss of Hetao, the Sheng Dynasty has attached extraordinary importance to war horses. It was because of this that he and Yan Sikong formed a bond.

If it weren't for the last resort, which general would be willing to abandon a hundred war horses?

Feng Ye said in a deep voice: "Send soldiers to light the grass and trees, and smoke the Qingxu Valley."

"yes!"

Hundreds of soldiers had already bundled wood, wormwood and hay for horses into several bundles, and were running towards the pass with oil and torches. They walked along the wall, and when they approached the valley mouth, there was no movement above the canyon, which must be the army waiting for them.

The soldiers risked their lives to go deep into the hinterland and set fire to the grass and trees. Soon, smoke spread and was carried by the wind. At this time of year, the grass and trees were moist and the fire was not big. However, due to the narrow valley, the smoke was difficult to dissipate. In a short while, the whole valley was covered with thick smoke, making it difficult to see.

Feng Ye shouted: "Kill——"

The three armies roared in unison, and the sound of killing shook the heavens.

Hundreds of cavalrymen set the straw men on fire and whipped the horses' buttocks with their whips. The horses felt the pain and were engulfed in flames, so they ran forward madly.

Hundreds of war horses, dragging branches and logs, ran like thousands of troops. Add to that the shouts and cries behind them that echoed throughout the valley, and for a moment no one suspected that this was a large army setting out to attack.

The valley was filled with smoke, and the view was obscured. The rebel general only vaguely saw a group of burning horses rushing into the valley through the smoke. He had no time to pay attention and shouted, "Fire!"

Suddenly, sharp arrows, wood and stones fell from the sky. The valley was filled with a loud noise, and it was difficult to distinguish between people and horses. It was a complete chaos.

The war horses, their bodies burned by the flames, screamed in pain and rushed forward without any order. Some of them were running around in the valley, while others were rushing straight for the exit. The rebels at the pass watched the thick fog gradually dissipate, and what they were waiting for was not the ferocious enemies, but a group of fireballs running wildly at high speed.

The horses charged into the enemy camp, screaming one after another.

At this time, a horn sounded from above Qingxu Valley, which was a signal that Liu Yong was already fighting with the ambush troops.

Feng Ye raised his spear, pointed it across the front, and shouted loudly: "Kill!" He kicked the horse's belly hard, and the horse suddenly rushed out, running several feet away in a blink of an eye.

"Go!"

Three thousand soldiers rushed into Qingxu Valley. At this time, the smoke in the valley gradually dissipated, and the arrows and stones of the ambush troops above were almost exhausted. They were also held back by Liu Yong and had almost no power to "take care" of the enemy troops at the bottom of the valley. They rushed in with their spears and rode their horses through the valley.

Feng Ye took the lead, holding a spear, and rushed towards the enemy camp that had been torn to pieces by the burning horses.

"Deploy your troops, deploy your troops!" the enemy general shouted.

Feng Ye's eyes were as sharp as torches as he looked straight ahead fearlessly, and he charged forward toward the forest of spears. When the sharp blades were about to string him and his horse together like a hedgehog, he leaped high from his horse's back and somersaulted down from mid-air. His bright red cape was like a streak of red clouds, and the young general with the power of a heavenly soldier fell into the enemy's formation. He swept his spear horizontally, and the sound of the sharp blades piercing flesh rang out continuously, and a row of enemy soldiers had been swept under his feet.

Feng Ye held a shield in one hand and wielded a hundred-jin heavy gun in the other. He was trapped in the enemy's camp without panic, and was not afraid of being surrounded by the enemy. He actually forced back the enemy troops that were rushing towards him.

"Protect the general!"

The soldiers in the rear soon collided with the enemy, and the corpses of people and horses kept piling up in the narrow pass which was no more than five or six feet wide. One side was trying to fight back, while the other side was trying to defend. The two armies stepped on the bodies of friends and foes, and fought in a mess. Screams, blood, and flames intertwined to form a brutal picture.

With the fire horses charging in front and Feng Ye clearing the way from the back, a gap was created in the pass. The enemy general shouted wildly and deployed his troops, constantly sending soldiers to block the gap with their flesh and blood. Feng Ye was also mobilizing soldiers to tear it open with their flesh and blood.

Seeing Feng Ye so brave, the enemy general was so hesitant to approach him because he killed all his soldiers with his own strength. He shouted from his horse: "Whoever kills the enemy general will be rewarded with a thousand gold coins and be granted the title of five hundred marquises!"

A big reward would bring out brave men. The soldiers rushed forward again. Feng Ye was already injured in the abdomen and back, and his strength was running out. Wang Moxiu hurriedly said, "General, retreat. I will advance!"

"You go forward first, and I will retreat!" Feng Ye roared while fighting.

Wang Moxiu led the energetic rear army to replace the front army and continued to charge: "Protect the general, protect the general——"

The soldiers rode their horses to protect Feng Ye. Feng Ye climbed onto his horse and while killing, he shouted at the enemy general, "You little bastard, how dare you fight me!"

"Your Highness is well-known, I thought he just had a good father, but after seeing you today, I realize that heroes are born young. What a pity." The enemy general shouted, "Today, your fate has come to an end."

Feng Ye spat out the blood in his mouth. He was in a mess but his momentum was undiminished. His red eyes were as fierce as a beast: "I, Feng Ye, never believed in fate. I was born to shoot arrows in all directions and ride a horse to kill enemies all over the world. You are not worthy of killing me!" He threw away the spear that he could no longer hold, drew out his sword, cut off a cavalryman with one sword, pinched the horse's belly, and continued to rush forward.

The enemy general stared at Feng Ye, veins throbbing on his face, and shouted hoarsely, "Hold on, no one is allowed to retreat!"

Feng Ye yelled, "There is no retreat on this road. If you advance, you will live. If you retreat, you will die. Kill—"

The rear army led by Wang Moxiu replaced the front army which had suffered heavy casualties. It was as if new blood had been injected into the army and it was full of vitality. The commander was fearless and brave, which greatly encouraged the soldiers. In addition, they had no way to retreat and were determined to die, so they were naturally extremely brave.

Under the leadership of Feng Ye and Wang Moxiu, batches of soldiers charged forward and the gap in the enemy's formation became larger and larger. Feng Ye saw that the time had come and said, "Order Yan Sikong to come to our aid!"

The sound of a horn rang out from the canyon. Yan Sikong had been sitting on his horse motionless and silent for a long time. When he heard the command, he drew his sword and said, "Kill!"

Eight hundred troops behind also rushed into Qingxu Valley. Seeing that a gap had been opened in front of them, they blocked the gap while providing support, and followed Feng Ye to rush out of the canyon in one fell swoop.

The rebel generals saw that they were defeated and could not recover. The enemy's morale was high and they could no longer engage in a fight, so they had to order a withdrawal.

Feng Ye led his troops to pursue the enemy for twenty miles before stopping. He did not really want to pursue them, but the casualties of the rebels were obviously less than theirs. If he did not pursue them, he was afraid that the rebels would think that they were out of options and might launch a surprise attack, and then they would have no power to fight back.

After the battle, they counted the losses and found that more than half of them were killed or injured. Although they rushed out of Qingxu Valley, the losses were indeed severe. However, the road ahead was smooth and there was hope for survival. In this battle, they won in the end!