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At this moment, Yelu Abaoji also had big tears welling up in his eyes, and he didn't wipe them away. He just took a last look at the tall Yanmen Pass and rushed away. With this order, Khitan Xirenjun General, there was also a huge burst of cheers. The coach ordered that they had to fight to the death, but they immediately retreated to the prairie as soon as they heard it. No one wanted to waste a moment in this ghost place where too many people had died.

The sound of Li Siyuan's wild shouting still persisted, and a long horn sounded suddenly in the distance. The horn blew, but repeated, and it was heard by everyone. Everyone was stunned. This battle has arrived. At the last moment, it will take a few more hours to fully see the outcome, why is it at this time that the order to withdraw the army is sounded.

The sound of the horn was still sounding, and it became more and more urgent. The Khitan Xi army general had slowed down his pounce, and just stared blankly at the retreating torrent in the distance, but immediately, all the Khitan people, up to the leader, Down to the old and the weak, just let out a whistling.

Several Khitan Xi people's generals raised their hands, ready to give orders loudly, hundreds of thousands of soldiers and horses just retreated from the battlefield one after another, walking ten times faster than when they came, and dark clouds rolled up from the sky. They piled up, forming a hideous and weird shape in people's sight, and the strong wind gradually picked up, blowing the land outside the Great Wall, a piece of wind-blown grass died, and whimpered across the mountains, rivers and rivers on this land.

Pushed by the strong wind, dark clouds moved from the horizon to the top of the head, until the entire sky was densely covered into a dark world.

Under the strong wind and dark clouds, the dilapidated camps of the Khitan people scattered around Yanmen Pass after they had evacuated were full of panic. Due to the lack of military resources of the Khitan people and the lack of tents, the Khitan people's tribes suffered a heavy rain in the wilderness. , Now that the Khitan people are gone, there can't be so many people stationed in the pass, so the Tang army used local materials, and let's sleep here for a day before talking.

However, it was about to rain heavily, and it was obvious that such rags could not even sleep well, so the soldiers endured their drowsiness, and all the camps were rattling to reinforce the fences, and dug the drainage ditches around the camp. Going deeper, the confidantes of the generals roared hoarsely against the strong wind, telling their subordinates to work harder, while commanding the gates of the village to be closed tightly, so that others could rush in to avoid the rain. The blood inside was choked out.

Those who have camps to shelter from the rain are considered the best in the army. They are basically Tang army troops. There are countless Khitan prisoners struggling to survive in the wild. Seeing that a spring rainstorm is about to pour down, everyone screams. The callers made their dilapidated shacks as strong as possible, huddled together into a ball, and then poured water on them in the cold rain, and there was no food in their stomachs. How many unknown corpses to carry out.

To the northwest of Yanmen Pass, only fifteen or six miles away from the Tang army's camp, is the camp of the Marshal's Mansion, which is exactly where Duan Mingyu's own town is located.

Compared with the camps of other generals, it is a different scene. The camps are neat and equipped with military equipment as much as possible. Camping here is tough and strict. Even if the heavy rain is about to pour down, there is no other camp Those who were in a hurry still dispatched scouts to patrol the surroundings meticulously, and the soldiers on duty on the wall of the village still kept their positions and did not move around indiscriminately. There was even a troop of army horses that went out for training, and they came back as a whole group, singing the songs of the old days. The victory song of the Tang army.

At this time, Duan Mingyu was wearing Xuanjia, Zhuo stood on a watchtower, looking at her camp, looking at the dark clouds in the sky, looking at the mountains and rivers of Yanmen Pass, the big flag hanging on the watchtower was blown by the strong wind. , the corner of the flag kept slapping Duan Mingyu's face, and Duan Mingyu didn't take a step or two, but stood there majestically and motionless. I hope this stalemate lasts longer, and I can gain more power. In the future, the land of the Central Plains will no longer endure the displacement of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, the situation of wars, and the hellish situation, than what I have seen now. I don't know how many times the situation has deteriorated. The major feudal towns attacked each other, hurt the vitality of the Han family, and also defeated the foundation of Huaxia.

The heavy rain also shrouded everything in the inner city of Yanmen Pass in rain and mist, turning everything in the world into a dark and difficult color.

The rain poured on the tent of the Chinese army's large tent in a camp in the pass, and there was a dense sound, which seemed to hit the hearts of everyone in the tent.

The camp here was set up on a piece of white ground after it had been burned. It was the central army directly led by Li Siyuan, the Jin army of the Tang Dynasty. Most of the defenders of Yanmen Pass were outside. Relying on it is the orthodox method of defending the city. If the generals and horses are collected into the city and piled on the city wall, it is waiting for death, not fighting.

In this battle, there are troops directly led by the generals from all walks of life, ranging in size and scale, which is equivalent to the most trusted troops of these generals. At this moment, there are prominent generals in the Jin army under Datang, and they are all gathered in the military tent at this time Among them, everyone looked at Li Siyuan who was standing up and down, the big tent was shrouded in darkness.

Inside the big tent, there was no sound, even the servants rarely moved around, only the armored guards were still everywhere, standing frozen in the rain and fog.

Suddenly there was the sound of footsteps stepping on the water outside, but it was a military general in his thirties, dressed in a military officer's uniform, who was let in by the people outside the gate, and accompanied him in the rain Straight into the big tent, in a blink of an eye Li Siyuan's confidant, the flag officer, also came out from the inner courtyard, hurriedly caught the military officer, and under the watchful eyes of many armored guards, went straight into the big tent.

Lights were lit in the big tent, casting a dim yellow light in the rain and fog. Li Siyuan was younger than Li Keyong, but both Li Cunxiao and Li Cunxu had to call him uncle. After all, he was an old man. , When I am old, I am afraid of the dark, so I can't fall asleep even if I don't turn on the lights brightly every night.

The flag officer didn't wait to pass on Li Siyuan first, he dragged the military officer and strode into the flower hall where Li Siyuan was. Don't look at the fierce rush during the war, but after all, he is not physically strong enough to compare with young people like Li Cunxiao and Li Cunxu. It rained heavily today, and he was covered with a thick quilt, making him look thinner and haggard.