Since the world of nine uncles is immortal

Chapter 199
After the [-] Xiongnu Xiandeng were all beheaded, a rain of arrows fell towards the city wall of Yanmen Pass.

Even with the armor on his body, even with the protection of shields, there are still old soldiers from the Xiliu camp falling down on the Yanmen Pass.

Knowing that they are role models, the veterans of the Xiliu Camp did not groan even when they fell down.

After a wave of arrow rain passed, dozens of veterans above Yanmen Pass could no longer stand up.

Even if Wang Yu didn't want to see this kind of sacrifice, he couldn't avoid it. The war between races has never been an amicable play.

"The Huns are already on the verge of falling into the city. The archer listens to my order and shoots upwards. The wind, the wind."

"The swordsman listened to the order, and the Huns were about to attack the city, preparing to fight hand-to-hand with the blood warriors.

The shield soldiers hold the shield to protect the shooter for subsequent shooting suppression.

All the young and strong people under the city listened to the order, put on their armor and went up to the city wall, preparing rolling logs and rocks. After avoiding the first round of arrow rain, Feng He, who was experienced in combat, immediately began to issue orders loudly.

Hearing Feng He's order, the archers of Xiliu Camp, who had long been accustomed to war, stood up from under the arrow stack in an instant, and shot the second arrow in no time.

After shooting the second arrow and completing their mission, all the archers retracted into the protection of the shield hand, and used the advantage of the location to draw their bows and arrows to suppress the Huns' archers in all directions.

Under the leadership of the veterans of Xiliuying, the civilian husbands and those energetic organization members who received Feng He's order quickly passed the rolling logs and stones that had been prepared to the city wall.

Some obedient and honest peasants, led by the veterans, climbed onto the city wall and prepared to throw logs and stones.

Although the tentative attack on the first day was also dangerous, compared with the elite Huns, the slaves and herdsmen in the small tribe who came to die on the first day were the best tools for training.

Naturally, these best hand-practicing tools should be reserved for the most promising 'good family'.

Just when these "good family sons" were tremblingly holding knives and guns and wearing leather armor, they were ready to meet the swords from the Huns.

"Boom, boom, boom."

One after another, the Huns couldn't stand the horsepower of sitting down and fell headlong on the thick wall of Yanmen Pass, hitting a dead body.

Seeing the absurd scene in front of him, Wang Yu turned his head to look at Feng He beside him in doubt: "Captain Feng, from the very beginning, I felt that there was something wrong with these Huns. Our Yanmen Pass is located between two ridges. The city walls are eight feet high and three feet thick, aren't these Huns charging with all their might to seek death?"

Facing Wang Yu's question, Feng He did not answer immediately. He first glanced at the Huns' camp not far away with his hands, and then looked at Wang Yu with a solemn face: "My lord, the Huns only want to go south this time. I am afraid that I am determined to win!
I don't know if you have just observed, my lord, that the first batch of blood warriors who just came to the battle are not too young.

The Huns we shut down, including their sitting horses, are basically old, weak, sick and disabled. The Huns nobles who are really in charge of commanding them have not even entered the wide mouth between the two ridges.

When Xiaguan was serving in Xiliu Camp, he saw this situation once 15 years ago. It was the Huns in Gading. "

"Jiading, do you mean that the Huns are consciously weeding out these old, weak, sick and disabled, so as to take back the food that should have been allocated to them, and then provide more resources to those young and strong Huns?" Wang Yu is not Stupid man, Feng He guessed the intention of the Huns with a single click.

It is not surprising that Wang Yu can accurately grasp the key point Feng He: "That's right, my lord, the Huns are using the method of reducing the number of soldiers.

Fifteen years ago, there was a large-scale locust plague on the grassland. In order to solve the food shortage caused by the locust plague, the current Xiongnu Shanyu Touman summoned 15 soldiers and nearly a million herdsmen and slaves to go south.

At that time, due to the shortage of food, Touman also used this method to reduce the population. The task of these old, weak, sick and disabled Huns was to seek death and consume as much as possible the various materials and personnel energy we had in reserve.

Fifteen years ago, on the flesh and blood of 15 old, weak, sick and disabled Huns, a corpse slope was built in front of Yanmen Pass.

On that day, all the living forces in Yanmen Pass were exhausted by the Huns' corpses and blood. In one day, Yanmen Pass, a dangerous and powerful pass, was breached. Because Xiaguan was assigned to send a letter of help to the state capital that day. And so as not to die.

Today's Yi Zhixie can't compare with Touman in the past, but with his lonely performance on this trip, I'm afraid it's just...! "

Although Feng He hadn't finished speaking, Wang Yu had already understood what he meant.

Compared with Touman's big handwriting, Yi Zhixie seems a little tender, but since he used the method of reducing the number of Ding, it proves that he is determined to win the Yanmen Pass.

The total number of soldiers and auxiliary soldiers in Yanmenguan is close to 3000, which is definitely not a small number.

However, the number of Huns in front of Yanmen Pass is probably about ten times that of Yanmen Pass. If one is equal to ten, even if there is Yanmen Pass as a support, few people in Xiliuying can do it.

Once Yi Zhixie made up his mind to smash Yanmen Pass to death, there were nearly 3000 people in the pass, and I'm afraid few of them would survive.

Knowing the news that Yi Zhixie would smash Yanmen Pass, Wang Yu couldn't help but frowned.

In his plan, Yi Zhixie in front of Yanmen Pass should retreat after the first snow fell.

He has just arrived, and while his foothold is not stable, although he can use his predecessor's identity to control part of his power, he still can't do it with his arms, so he needs a victory to establish his prestige.

Yi Zhixie's southward journey was the stepping stone he set for.But looking at it now, this stepping stone was not what he wanted. Also, as the Hun King Youguli, how could Yi Zhixie allow him to control him like a marionette.

"Captain Feng, although the old man has some bravery, it is just a drop in the bucket in front of the army. From this point of view, I can only put down my old face and ask for help from the Bingzhou government.

Before the state capital's support force arrives, the old man wants you to promise that even if all the people in this pass die, this Yanmen pass will not fall.

Although the current Fang Bo (state shepherd) is not in the same group as the old man, he should be able to be consistent with the outside world in dealing with the Xiongnu.

The support in terms of soldiers and horses will arrive at Yanmen Pass one after another at the latest in a month, and the old man can guarantee that there will be no shortage of food, grass and weapons.

As for the masters against the blood warriors of the Huns, the old man is still able to do it, and the blood warriors of the innate realm will be dealt with by the old man!When the situation is critical, you refer to that old man to hit that. "

Wang Yu's words rekindled hope in Feng He's desperate heart just now. Yes, this Shangguan of mine is different from the previous Shangguan. He was the mainstay of the Qing Dynasty in the old court.

Sometimes, even Fang Bo had to make compromises with this Shangguan.

With him around, as long as the big and small officials in Bingzhou still have a good reputation, they will never push back and argue about material support like they used to.

Once the supplies are guaranteed, and the 200 million men in Bingzhou are not all cowards, I'm afraid that Yi Zhixie's teeth will really collapse.

Moreover, if the adults hadn't lied to him, he wouldn't have to use his life to fill in the top military power that he was most worried about.

I didn't expect that the adults would have the power to rival the Xiantian realm warriors without saying a word!

Blood warriors of the Xiantian realm are not like cats or dogs among the Xiongnu. According to the news obtained by Feng He, Yi Zhixie, King Youguli, can mobilize more than three digits of warriors of the Houtian realm, but those who follow him Innate realm warriors probably don't even have one hand.

In Yizhixie's army, there are only three known warriors with the bloodline of the innate realm on the surface: Hu Hanxie, the leader of his White Wolf Soldier, and the shaman sent to him by the King of the Huns to worship Gerile, who swore allegiance to him. Donghu King Lu Tazhi.

It is rumored that Yi Zhixie also has the strength of the innate realm, but I don't know whether it is true or not: "In this case, I will trouble you, my lord."

While Feng He was talking with Wang Yu, dozens of ladders in the form of cables were thrown onto the city wall of Yanmen Pass by the Huns stepping on the corpses of their compatriots. Once the ladders with barbs climbed onto the city wall, they would be buckled dead instantly. that's it.

Although this cable-style ladder looks shoddy and tight, its toughness is far stronger than the ladder made of hemp rope. Even though ordinary swordsmen try their best to hack, they cannot cut it off in a short time. Ladder.

A large number of Huns quickly climbed up the ladder to the top of the city wall of Yanmen Pass.

Under the protection of shield bearers, the old peasants who were pulled up to the top of the city wall braved the rain of arrows from the Huns, picked up the rolling logs and stones on the city wall and threw them at the Huns who were climbing up the ladder.

In an instant, the sound of killing and blood filled the entire Yanmen Pass.

Some of the peasants who were fighting for the first time were aroused with courage, and they tirelessly threw rolling logs and stones at the Huns who were climbing up the soft ladder.

Some were so frightened that their legs trembled and they couldn't move.

The more afraid of death, the more likely to die.

On the battlefield, the terrified civilian husbands with trembling legs are living weapons. Even if they have shields to protect such frightened civilian husbands, they will not be able to escape the snipers from the Xiongnu sharpshooters.

Wang Yu has not only seen the scene of blood flowing into rivers, but also created it himself.

But when encountering this kind of scene in the war, a wordless rage began to linger in his heart slowly.

He had been mentally prepared for the death of these soldiers after Yanmen closed, but he was psychologically prepared. Seeing these Bingzhou men who respected him in the past died at the hands of the Huns, his heart Still a little unbearable and shaken.

After all, he is still human.

People's emotions and desires, their joys, anger, sorrows and joys are still affecting him.

Facing the Shura field that magnifies his emotions like war, even if his heart is no longer young, he still can't be as hard as a stone.

Standing on the city wall, a faint hostility began to surround Wang Yu. Just when the veins in his hand holding the knife were exposed and he was about to draw the knife out of its sheath, a sharp arrow pierced the sky and shot towards him.

The arrow came so fast that even Wang Yu didn't detect its trajectory until it entered the observation range of his consciousness.

"Condor shooter! There is a eagle shooter who wants to murder your lord." Feng He, who fought the most with the Huns, immediately recognized the identity of the owner who shot the arrow.

If it weren't for the fact that Wang Yu had just passed Qi and knew that Wang Yu had the strength of a congenital martial artist, Feng He would have wanted to die.

The Condor Shooter is the strongest power that Yi Zhixie can control except for the three warriors of the bloodline of the Xiantian Realm.

With the bow and arrow in his hand, every eagle shooter could threaten the lives of the innate realm warriors.

Fifteen years ago, Feng He's former immediate boss, his uncle, Captain Feng Tang of Yanmen School, was a genuine Innate Realm warrior.

However, under the restraint of two warriors with the blood of the innate realm, the three eagle shooters easily took his life with one round of continuous shooting.

My uncle's body that could tear tigers and leopards apart in the past was no stronger than ordinary leather armor under the arrows of the eagle shooter.

Seeing the feathered arrow that came to him in the blink of an eye, Wang Yu pushed aside a soldier who wanted to act as a human shield in front of him, and easily grabbed the arrow that was only a foot away from the center of his eyebrows. arrow.

At this scene, all the soldiers who watched Feng He's shouts and looked at him suddenly became excited: their leader, the governor of Yanmen County, is a strong man who can't even kill the eagle shooter in a sneak attack. Everyone in Yanmen Pass subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief after the person who took control of his own life was not a sheep.

Everyone knows that if there is a raging soldier, there will be a raging nest.

With such a hard-working sheriff as the leader, they finally don't have to turn a blind eye to sleep. I'm afraid that the sheriff is a rotten coward, and because he is afraid of war, he secretly throws them away. At Yanmen Pass, he fled for his life.

Wang Yu, who was always used to domineering, weighed the heavy feather arrow in his hand, followed the arrow's trajectory, and easily found the eagle shooter who was attacking him.

Come and don't reciprocate indecently, his archery is average, he didn't intend to take out a strong bow to fight back, he tapped the feather arrow in his hand lightly with his finger, a faint mana melted into the feather arrow, flipped his wrist, already Wang Yu, who had left his means in the feather arrow, threw the arrow back the same way.

Throwing back violently by Wang Yu, and with the help of the small means in the arrow, the feathered arrow rushed towards the eagle shooter at a faster speed than before.

The eagle shooter with good eyesight saw his target, the movement of the Yanmen county sheriff to fight back, but he just smiled contemptuously.

Among the tens of millions of Huns, there are less than a hundred eagle shooters. To think that a Zhou man would throw an arrow out of the eagle shooter's head with his bare hands is a dream in the words of Zhou people.

Suddenly, the Condor Archer who came to play with Qianfeng Cannon Fodder on a whim suddenly went dark, and the arrow shot by him passed through his eyebrows inadvertently, carrying his brain and blood with him. Penetrated into the rocks behind him.

As a cultivator in the real world, even if Wang Yu doesn't use Taoism, his methods are definitely beyond what ordinary people can guess.

Although he has not mastered all the secrets of martial arts these days, he has learned many ways to use energy.

With the blessing of Taoism and supernatural powers, it may be difficult for him to pretend to be a martial arts master in this world, but it is still very easy to pretend to be a warrior who can easily sweep away the bloodline warriors in the Xiantian realm.

A mere eagle shooter, if he runs away after shooting, he may not be able to deal with it, but he despises himself and stands where he is. In this case, whoever dies?

(End of this chapter)