Chapter 258 Long time no see
"We can't hold on any longer, General!" The soldiers held against the heavy city gate with their backs.
The city gate trembled under the violent impact again and again, shaking off the sand and stones with a rustling sound.
This is the capital of Beilin.
A few days ago, Xie Tingzhou led his army to leave the royal capital and headed westward to Yanliang Pass. However, the Beirong people crossed the snow-capped mountains during the truce and launched an attack on the royal capital. This had never happened since the successive Beilin kings had guarded the northern border.
Chang Heng led 20,000 Qingyun Guards to fight against the enemy, but the Beirong's attack was fierce and the two sides had a huge disparity in strength. They retreated all the way to the royal capital, but they still allowed them to attack the city gate.
"boom--"
There was another violent collision, and the iron birch gate made a slight cracking sound.
The soldier saw a crack appear in the thick bolt.
"General, the city gate is about to be breached!"
Chang Heng gritted his teeth, he couldn't bear it any longer, he knew it very well.
We are lucky to have held out for a few days. There are too many Beirong people. They held out until now in order to buy as much time as possible for the people of the royal capital to evacuate.
"Move in the stuff!" Chang Heng shouted, "Move in the tables, chairs, beds and stools and fill the street."
They used tables, chairs and benches to block the city gate. If the city was breached, they would burn the road to prevent them from advancing.
This was Chang Heng's last resort to stop the Xijue people, the only resort left.
Chang Heng knew that the prince had gone to rescue Yanliang Pass, and they would have no reinforcements. If the soldiers could hold on for a moment longer, more people would be able to evacuate and escape further.
The sound of horse hooves clattering on the street.
"Let them retreat!" the man on horseback shouted.
Chang Heng looked back and saw the old prince riding on a horse, holding the spear that had swept across the battlefield in the north.
"It's the old prince!" "The old prince!"
The voices of soldiers were heard all around.
Xie Guangzong smiled in the wind, "Why add the word old? You're already calling me old."
Chang Heng hurried forward and asked, "Didn't the prince lead the people to evacuate? How could he come back?"
In his prime, Xie Guangzong was a figure that struck fear in the hearts of the Northern Rong people, and later his son inherited his mantle.
Xie Tingzhou is better than his teacher and is more flexible in tactics.
But what Xie Guangzong was most dissatisfied with was the word "old".
Xie Guangzong in Ma
He lowered his body and looked at Chang Heng, his eyes still full of pressure.
"The Beirong are my defeated enemies. I will not retreat. The people have already evacuated. I will fight them today!"
Qingyun Guard: "We swear to follow the prince and kill the enemy until death!"
"The city gate is about to be broken, everyone retreat!" Xie Guangzong ordered.
The Qingyun Guards blocked the street, and in front of them, leading the way was the former King of Beilin who would never back down.
Xie Guangzong has been guarding the north for decades, and his lifelong military service has tempered his unyielding spirit into his bones and blood. He will not retreat, he will fight to the last moment.
boom--
The city gate was hit again by the battering ram.
The streets of the royal capital were very quiet, and all the soldiers of Qingyun Guard made no sound.
boom--
They stared ahead with determined eyes.
boom--
Xie Guangzong slowly raised the spear in his hand and pointed it at the city gate.
"Soldiers! Follow me and fight!"
boom--
The city gate collapsed with a loud bang, hitting the ground.
Xie Guangzong took the lead and rushed forward in the howling north wind.
The old prince's hair was gray, and the traces of time had crept up on his face, but they could not erode his eyes that were as sharp as a knife.
He has been guarding the northern defense line for half his life. His wish is to travel around the mountains and rivers, but as long as there is an invasion by foreign enemies, he will still stand here.
The weapons clashed with each other, and the streets outside the city gate were filled with the sound of killing.
The Qingyun Guards stood here like a wall, allowing the Beirong people to see their edge in the confrontation.
Dense groups of Beirong people rushed in from the city gate and fell down at the city gate. Qingyun Guards also fell down.
The Beirong people kept surging forward like a wave, but the city gates and streets were not wide enough to surround the Qingyun Guards. They could only attack from the front, and there was a steady stream of Beirong soldiers outside the city.
The spear in Xie Guangzong's hand pierced the bodies of countless Beirong people, and Chang Heng wielded his sword to fight, chopping down one enemy after another who came forward.
Looking back, Chang Heng saw that the Beirong people had chopped off Xie Guangzong's horse's legs, and Xie Guangzong fell to the ground.
"Your Highness!" Chang Heng wanted to rush over.
Xie Guangzong rolled to the side, and the scimitar of the Beirong people hit the place where he had just fallen.
"Behind!" Xie Guang
Zong yelled.
A knife brushed past Chang Heng's temple. Chang Heng turned around and saw that the knife had stabbed the head of the Beirong man behind him.
"Haha." Xie Guangzong laughed loudly and said as he beat me, "I need you to save me, so take care of yourself."
The laughter was so loud that it went straight up to the sky. The Qingyun Guards were so excited that they actually smiled on their faces when they heard Xie Guangzong's laughter.
"Great!" Chang Heng cut off the arm of a Beirong man.
The passage at the city gate was piled with corpses like a small hill.
The bodies of the Beirong people were pressing on the bodies of the Qingyun Guards, and the Qingyun Guards were pressing on the Beirong people.
The Qingyun Guards retreated after fighting. They all knew that they were bound to lose this battle, but they all wanted to kill one more Beirong person.
Xie Guangzong suddenly blocked the scimitar of a Beirong man. He felt the opponent's strength and his arms were pressed down.
The man was young, strong and had a strong physique. He was the son of the Chanyu of Beirong.
The former god of war has grown old, and he cannot stop the young Beirong generals.
In the melee, Xie Guangzong was slashed on the shoulder and suffered multiple wounds on his body, but he felt no pain and continued to fight hard.
Chang Heng moved to Xie Guangzong's side and fought together with him. He couldn't let the old prince die here.
"Old Lord."
When Xie Guangzong heard the familiar voice, before he could turn around, Chang Heng pushed him back and quickly handed him to the Qingyun Guard behind him.
He said in a panting voice: "You two take the old prince away!"
Chang Heng and the remaining Qingyun Guards blocked the way of the Beirong people. He heard the sound of horse hooves gradually fading away.
"Kill the enemy!" Chang Heng roared and swung his sword.
The sound of horse hooves faded away and then gradually came closer.
"Fuck your mother! Why did you come back!" After Chang Heng finished cursing, he suddenly felt something was wrong.
The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, rumbling like thunder.
"It's reinforcements!" Qingyunwei shouted.
The black-armored cavalry marched over from the street, their dense iron hooves causing the ground to tremble slightly.
The biting north wind made Xie Tingzhou's cloak whistle. He reined in his horse in the middle of the long street and stared at the leader of the Beirong across the fighting crowd.
"Hu, Yan, Tuo!" Xie Tingzhou spoke word by word.
Huyantuo laughed on his horse, "Long time no see, thank you for stopping the boat."
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