Chapter 18 Qingyun Guard
The sound of killing at Yanliang Pass shook the sky.
The sounds of horse hooves, neighing, and wailing mixed together and almost broke through the sky. There were soldiers everywhere and corpses everywhere.
The soldiers of the Great Zhou, who had been hungry for several days, used their remaining strength to draw their swords to resist the iron hooves and butcher knives of the Western Jue people.
This is not a war, but a siege and massacre carried out by both internal and external forces.
Chen Yu led a group of men and rushed in from the edge, snatched a long sword from the Xijue man, and chopped him down with the sword. She heard Kong Qing shouting behind her: "Miss, be careful, let's go find the general."
Chen Yu's eyes were red, and she was already bleeding. The long sword had cut a hole in her, so she threw it away and replaced it with another one.
His arms waved instinctively, and he had no idea how many Xijue people's heads he had chopped off.
The enemy was strong and we were weak, the enemy was numerous and we were few, and the soldiers of the Great Zhou were increasingly showing signs of decline, fighting while retreating towards Yanliang Pass.
Chen Yu kicked a Xijue soldier in the chest, used the force to jump onto the horse's back, and spun the knife in her hand while in the air, neatly slicing the neck of the Xijue soldier on the horse.
This series of actions happened in just a moment.
She slapped the horse's buttocks with the back of the knife, and the horse raised its front hooves high and rushed into the crowd. She crawled on the horse's back, reaping a head from time to time.
She fought hard, but the Great Zhou was still losing ground. Less than a mile behind them was the towering city wall of Yanliang Pass, but the gates there were tightly closed, and there was no way for them to retreat.
The closer we get to death, the more human fear begins to take over.
Some soldiers ran towards Yanliang Pass and banged on the heavy city gate frantically, begging to be let in, but the gate did not budge at all.
The Western Jue people were constantly shrinking their front lines. The remaining soldiers of the Great Zhou were less than 20,000 and were trapped in this land. What awaited them was the final stranglehold.
The timid ones could no longer hold back and began to sob, the sound was carried by the cold wind and sounded even more desolate.
Shen Yu shook off the blood on the long sword and looked around, but still did not see his father and
The figure of my brother.
The Western Jue people launched a general attack. Groups of Western Jue people in crow-brown iron armor pressed towards the city gate, as if they could flatten the land in an instant.
Everyone saw despair in each other's eyes, as well as the determination to go all out.
"Kill a few more of his Western tribesmen."
"We died a worthy death, how happy it was!"
"kill--!"
Chen Yu felt that she could no longer swing the knife. She could no longer chop off the man's head with one blow. The man fell down with blood gushing from his neck and his head tilted.
She was completely exhausted, and after she chopped off a man's arm with her knife, the tip of the knife stood upright on the ground.
She had no idea how many knives she had broken, how many people she had killed, her palms were torn open, and she had tied the knife to her hands with a cloth strip.
Now all I can think about is where is my father? Where is my brother?
It shouldn't be like this. Her rebirth was definitely not to relive the pain of the past, absolutely not.
But, if anyone can come and help me, give me a hand, that would be great, I just want them to be alive.
She couldn't muster any more strength and fell to one knee.
The moment my knees touched the ground, the earth seemed to tremble instantly.
Shen Yu supported the ground with one hand, her palm sunk into the blood mud, but she could still feel the vibration under her hand, which was becoming more and more obvious.
"Reinforcements!"
"It's reinforcements!"
She looked up and saw a vast expanse of black armor rushing in from the south, surging like a wave under the sky, with the snow waves rising one layer higher than the other.
The heaven and earth were shaking. The black-armored troops rushed over, spread their wings, and surrounded the Western Jue people.
Someone suddenly shouted loudly: "It's the Qingyun Guards from Beilin!"
“Boom—”
The long-closed city gate finally made a dull sound.
Countless black-armored soldiers rushed out from the wide-open city gate.
Coming, it formed a three-sided encirclement.
The situation suddenly reversed.
Yes, it’s not time to accept your fate yet.
Chen Yu didn't know where she got the strength from, but she stood up with the help of the knife.
She slowly untied the cloth wrapped around her hands, and when a Xijue man attacked her, she drew her sword and raised it. A blood mark appeared on the Xijue man's face, and his tall body fell to the ground with a thud.
Chen Yu dropped the knife, turned around and kicked with her toes, and the long knife flew out and instantly pierced into the chest of a Xijue man.
She picked up a knife and rushed in again.
The city gate towered into the clouds, and a dark blue battle flag stood on the top, fluttering in the wind, with a light blue cloud adorning it.
Xie Tingzhou looked down at the city, his eyes slightly squinted by the wind, which made his features look even colder.
The deputy general stood beside him without saying a word, but his face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it.
It was so cruel. An army of one hundred thousand was blocked outside the pass, starving and becoming lambs to be slaughtered by the Western Jue people. The Western Jue people killed the soldiers of the Great Zhou like animals, even though they were the soldiers who had gone through fire and water with Shen Zhongan.
"Eh." Deputy General Chang Heng leaned against the parapet and stretched his neck, staring for a while, and suddenly said, "Wow, good boy, there is such a person in Shen Zhongan's army, and he uses this knife well."
Xie Tingzhou followed his gaze. Since they were on high ground here, the movements on the battlefield were clearly visible, and it didn't take him long to see the man.
It was really that man was too eye-catching among thousands of troops. Whenever he drew his sword, blood would flow. He killed one person every three steps. Wherever he went, the corpses of Western Jue people lay at his feet. He was like a sharp blade, splitting the enemy army with great force.
The man stood in the chaos, holding a knife in each hand. When the enemy's long knife chopped down, he blocked it with his left hand, and swung his right hand back, instantly cutting off one person's neck.
Blood spurted out, and the man was covered in blood, as if he had been dipped in a pool of blood in hell.
When the blade of his long sword was bent, he would change to another one, but he never stopped.
There are some good martial artists under Xie Tingzhou, but none of them is as reckless as this guy.
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