Chapter 383: Thousands of Troops
Su Zhizhi and her group were just in the tent reading the reply letter from the capital.
They came out now because the scouts came to report that a group of people appeared behind them.
They didn't look like an army, but they didn't look like ordinary people or caravans either. However, they were transporting a lot of goods, and I didn't know if it was food.
When Wu Yingniang and others heard this, they immediately came out to check.
When they came out to see, Su Zhizhi had already seen a flag fluttering in the wind from afar.
A pure black flag.
It stands out against the blue sky and white fields.
"It's the Black Mountain Army!"
Others with good eyesight also saw it and shouted.
Qin Xiao, Wei Dashuan and Old Man Qin, whose eyesight was not very good, could only squint hard. They vaguely saw a small black dot swaying in the air, and they became happy.
The group of people approached.
Old man Qin stopped squinting and rode forward to meet him.
Su Zhizhi also mounted her horse and galloped away.
The person walking in front on the opposite side was Elder Zixuan with fluttering white beard.
"You old man, why are you here?" Old man Qin came over and asked.
Elder Zixuan raised his eyebrows, drew his sword and swung it at Old Man Qin:
"You, an old man, are the only one who can come, but not me? I'm here to help Ah Che."
Bai Yue and Bai Wuqian, who were beside Elder Zixuan, quickly spoke out:
"Seniors, please don't fight for now. Let's focus on the important matters."
Su Zhizhi hadn't seen them for a long time and shouted happily:
"Elder Zixuan, Aunt Bai, Uncle Bai!"
Elder Zixuan, Bai Yue, and Bai Wuqian were all stunned for a moment.
I haven't seen Zhizhi for four or five years, and I couldn't recognize her because she had grown taller.
After entering the military camp, Bai Yue pulled Su Zhizhi to look at her carefully, and said repeatedly:
"Zhizhi has really grown into a big girl."
Wu Yingniang asked, "Why are you the ones delivering food and fodder?"
Elder Zixuan: "For such a major event, we must come."
When Lingnan heard that there was urgent military information in the northwest, Gu Jing and Song Ping immediately began another round of food and fodder preparations.
I dare not mention their other achievements in recent years, but they have stored up enough grain.
Not long after the reinforcements heading to the northwest left the capital, a new batch of food and fodder was sent from Lingnan.
The remaining martial arts masters in Black Bandit Mountain heard that the previous villagers had all gone to the northwest together, and knew that food and grass were urgently needed, so they volunteered to escort the food and grass.
Once the food and supplies are delivered, they can also help on the battlefield.
"Dad!" Aguli threw himself into the arms of a middle-aged man.
Everyone noticed that there was a group of people dressed in Kuz tribe clothes in the food and fodder team.
The Kuzi people also rushed forward to ask what was going on.
After some conversation, we learned that the group of Kuzi people who went south to buy food had not been able to buy any food when they first went out.
As they continued walking south, they met Elder Zixuan and his group who were escorting food and fodder.
Hearing that this batch of food and fodder was to be sent to the northwest, the Kuzi people followed it back.
Everyone in the military camp sighed that the timing was so perfect.
That night, there was a big meal in the military camp.
When morale is high, you have more energy to do anything.
The next afternoon, with the joint efforts of the soldiers in the military camp and the Kuzi people, the Yuhan Pass was finally open to traffic.
But just as the road was cleared and the army had not yet passed, a large group of people emerged from the north of Yuhan Pass.
Those were the people living outside the Great Wall, and they all ran out with tired and anxious looks.
Mixed in the crowd was a group of panic-stricken Kuz people.
The elders of the Kuzi tribe were initially happy that their tribesmen who had gone north had returned, but when they saw their unhappy faces, their hearts sank again.
"What's wrong? It's okay if we don't get any food. We have food."
They shook their heads, took off their bags, and panted heavily:
"No, it's not a food problem, but everything outside the Great Wall is in chaos!"
"The Hu people have been invading the border for several days. I don't know if the Northwest Army can hold out any longer. Everyone who can escape has already fled!"
…
Seven days.
The Xue family army fought hard until the seventh day.
On the seventh day it snowed again, and the wind was colder than on the previous six days.
Many soldiers of the Xue family army died, and many soldiers of the Hu people also died.
But the Hu people's military strength still exceeded that of the Xue family army.
During these seven days, they did not want to just hold on, so they retreated to different areas and had short breaks to eat and take a light nap.
But the Hu people pursued the Xue family army relentlessly at all costs, repeatedly trying to besiege the Xue family army and launching new rounds of attacks.
The broken flag trembled in the wind, stained with blood so much that its original color and pattern could no longer be seen.
clang!
Xue Yucheng's sword blocked the mace swung by the Hu people.
He used all his strength, but his movements were obviously slower than before.
He is tired too.
As the head coach, he has always been the main target of the enemy's concentrated attacks.
In the Hu army, Helian Wuqin, who had been hiding at the back, directed his men to shoot arrows at Xue Yucheng repeatedly.
Xue Yucheng dodged repeatedly, but was still stabbed by arrows in the left shoulder and right leg.
He leaned on his sword and knelt on one knee in the snow. Hot blood was oozing from the arrow wound, and the dripping blood melted the snow under his feet, forming small dark red pits.
"father!"
"General!"
Xue Che, Yun Jin and others saw this and became extremely anxious.
Yun Jin wanted to come over, but he couldn't get away for a while because he was entangled by Tumusuo.
Xue Che cut off the arms of two Hu soldiers and then pounced on them:
"Dad, I'm here!"
Xue Che stood in front of Xue Yucheng, helping him to block the arrows and swords in front of him.
The boy's silver armor was covered with scars, and a large piece of skin on his hand had been scraped off at some point, but the bleeding had stopped.
He stood in front of his father, blocking all attacks.
Zixiao's swordsmanship is very powerful and awe-inspiring, but at this moment the young man was not awe-inspiring, and he was struggling to fight.
He expended too much energy, and every time he swung the sword he had to use all his strength, baring his teeth while doing so, looking fierce and embarrassed.
Xue Yucheng forced himself to stand up, holding on to his sword.
On the battlefield, if you can't stand up, you will never have the chance to stand up again.
"Che'er, you and A Jin go. Lieutenant General Zhang and I will stay here to cover your retreat." Xue Yucheng controlled his injured and trembling right leg and swung a sword at the enemy.
Xue Che didn't even turn his head: "I'm not leaving, let's go together!"
Xue Yucheng roared: "Go, I order you to go!"
Xue Che did not respond, but his actions of continuing to fight clearly expressed his meaning.
He won't leave.
If he abandoned his father, they all knew what would happen next.
How could he possibly leave just for himself?
He was still young and full of courage. He would rather die than abandon his father and brothers in the army.
In the wind and snow, the boy's back was as straight as a sharp sword drawn from its sheath, pointing straight to the sky.
"Che'er, you..."
Xue Yucheng looked at his son standing in front of him with a hint of bitterness in his eyes.
Amidst the flashing of swords and the shadow of the young man in front of him overlapped with the scene from more than 20 years ago.
His son stood in front of him, just as he had cried and blocked all the swords in front of his dead brother.
Yes.
I even wanted to protect my brother's body back then, so how could my son leave at this time?
It was snowing heavily, and every piece of snow that fell was bitter.
Snowflakes fell on Xue Che's forehead, and the next moment, the Hu man's mace hit the snowflakes.
Xue Che dodged hastily, and the snowflakes on his forehead melted instantly by the gushing blood.
Squeak——
The sword in Xue Che's hand pierced the Hu man's throat.
His forehead was also grazed by the mace, and warm blood dripped along the boy's jawline, blooming shockingly on the snow.
The cold wind cut through the wound on his forehead, making it hurt even more.
But the pain was not only on the temples, but also on other injured parts of the body.
I couldn't tell where it was, I just felt heavy and painful in every part of my body.
But he was not a child who was afraid of pain since he was young.
Although he was weak when he was a child, he never cried or made a fuss when he was injured.
When he was practicing swordsmanship and playing with Zhizhi, he was always bound to get hurt.
But he had no scars on his body and was considered the fairest child in the Black Bandit Mountain.
People are really strange sometimes.
At some point, I recall some unrelated memories.
In such a time of wind and snow and endless fighting, Xue Che's mind suddenly flashed back to the scene of his previous time in Black Bandit Mountain.
Grandpa Qin once joked that he would grow up to be a great beauty.
Now, he could feel the wound on his head running across his forehead, with the skin and flesh turned outward, and it was likely to leave a scar.
Xue Che raised the corner of his mouth into a very faint bitter smile.
He will never grow up to be a great beauty.
If Grandpa Qin and Zhizhi saw me like this, they would probably be shocked.
I don’t know what I will look like when they discover me.
Will it be like those corpses on the ground, with only half of the body left, and even the face was trampled and blurred...
"ah--"
After one group of Hu people was killed, the next group would come like a wave.
Countless bloody scimitars stood up in the air.
The cold light was so dazzling that it hurt Xue Che's eyes.
He could hardly open his eyes.
His body resisted instinctively.
He felt the blade pierce his calf, his arm, his abdomen...
The world was spinning.
He fell down, but was still conscious.
I heard that my uncle was stabbed nine times and died on the battlefield.
He was in great pain after only a few stab wounds, so my uncle must have been in even greater pain before he died.
But my uncle held up his body even though he was in so much pain, and he didn't fall down until his body became stiff.
Xue Che laughed at himself.
He was far inferior to his uncle and father, and he just fell down like that.
He had practiced swordplay for seven or eight years and thought that one sword could be as powerful as a million swordsmen.
He is too naive...
As he fell, Xue Che heard his father's voice:
"Che'er!"
"Che'er!"
When Xue Yucheng saw his son fall, his pupils suddenly shrank, and he suddenly burst out with brute force, killing all the Hu people around him.
Yun Jin and Deputy General Zhang were also able to escape at this time and came here to protect.
Xue Yucheng's eyes were bloodshot, tears of blood rolling down his cheeks:
"Che'er, Che'er!"
Xue Che didn't shed tears, but squeezed out the words from his throat:
"Dad... I'm here... Dad, don't cry..."
Everything in front of my eyes blurred into a blood red color.
Xue Yucheng was crying blood, just like the child who stayed by his brother's side back then.
He regretted it at that moment.
He shouldn't have let Che'er come to the Northwest.
The Northwest took away the lives of generations of the Xue family.
More than 20 years ago, he held his brother's body in his own hands.
Now, he was still kneeling in the snow, holding his son in his arms.
Tears of blood fell and merged with the blood and snow on the lapels.
This is probably God's will.
Let Xue’s army’s predicament repeat itself again and again.
Close your eyes forever in despair of waiting for no reinforcements.
God wants to destroy the Xue family.
God’s will… God’s will…
Blood oozed from the corner of Xue Yucheng's mouth.
The wind and snow blurred his vision, and he could hardly open his eyes.
The barbarians who surged forward again raised their swords and were about to strike down—
call out--!
A white feather arrow pierced through the wind and snow and pierced the throat of the Hu man.
Then came the second, the third... countless arrows.
A rain of arrows tore through the wind and snow.
The Hu people fell down one after another in an instant.
A loud voice came from the vast wilderness:
"How dare you, little Hu boy, invade the territory of the Great Qi and kill my soldiers!"
"Today I will make sure you never return!"
A large shadow emerged on the horizon, and several large flags were fluttering.
The snow stopped.
The clouds broke and the sun rose. A ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, illuminating the endless reinforcements.
Countless cavalrymen came stepping on the snow, and the broken snow flew everywhere.
The entire snowy area was shaking.
Thousands of troops, overwhelming force.
The soldiers laughed with tears in their eyes, with blood in their eyes.
They waited.
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