The fiercest soldier of the border army

Tang Shun's lust was burning fiercely!

However, just as he was about to take another step, Wei Zong's voice came inappropriately from the doorway:

"Squad leader, something's up!"

Tang Shun's muscles suddenly tensed, and he snapped back to his senses.

Su Shu's body stiffened.

"What is it?"

"There's the sound of horses' hooves from the northeast," Wei Zong said in a low, steady voice. "It's very urgent; the visitors probably don't mean any harm."

Tang Shun released Su Shu and helped her put on her inner garment. His movements were swift and decisive, without uttering a single word.

Is it true?

Wei Zong, dressed in leather armor, stood five steps away from the tent, cupped his hands, and said loudly, "We can hear vibrations thirty miles away, and there are quite a few of them. It doesn't sound like the rhythm of patrolling cavalry."

Without further hesitation, Tang Shun turned and strode towards the tent entrance, lifting the curtain to step out.

A cold wind swept across my face, making my clothes flutter loudly.

Behind him, Su Shu stood still, her outer robe lying on the ground, watching as that figure disappeared into the darkness outside the tent.

It was midnight, and many people were sleeping fully clothed. They had dug pits about half a person's height, laid dry grass on them, and built thatched huts on top.

The night was chilly, so they huddled together for warmth, their snores coming and going.

But by this time, many people had been awakened, sat up, and squinted as they looked toward the city wall.

"Send the order!" Tang Shun's voice wasn't loud, but it pierced the night sky. "Martial law throughout the city! Local militia and soldiers, take up arms and climb the walls!"

"Zhu Hang will be in charge of the south gate, and I'll personally oversee the north gate! Cheng Feng, take men to gather the people, make sure no one is left out!"

No bugle was blown, and no gong was struck.

At times like these, the more noise you make, the more likely things will get chaotic.

Orders were relayed by people running around, one sentence after another, from the main tent to the workers' shed, from the granary to the barracks.

In less than a quarter of an hour, the once quiet camp began to stir.

On the north side, because it is farther from the kiln pit, the progress is three days slower than on the south side, and it is not completely dry yet.

Wei Zong stood on the mouth of the urn on the city wall and leaned down to listen to the ground again.

This is a common technique used in the military to listen to the ground.

Multiple large vats were buried underground. People with keen hearing could lie on the ground and listen to the movements of cavalry from thirty or forty miles away.

Tang Shun stepped onto the wall, followed closely by Cheng Feng, who was carrying a long spear.

Before long, Wei Zong also went up to the city wall and stood still at the lookout point.

"You fucking didn't hear me wrong?" Cheng Feng panted, glaring at Wei Zong. "It's pitch black. What if there's a pack of stray dogs, or the wind rustling through dry trees?"

"If we make such a fuss, not only will the people be so scared they wet their pants, but then it turns out it was a false alarm. Who will believe us then?"

Wei Zong remained calm. "I've been a scout for three years. I'm better at surviving than you. I didn't mishear you."

"It's better to believe it's true than to believe it's not," Tang Shun said. "People's hearts are not at peace. If cavalry really charge in, there won't be time to react, and it will be a catastrophic disaster."

Cheng Feng gritted his teeth, said no more, turned around and waved to the soldiers behind him, "Keep a close eye on them, anyone who dares to cause trouble will be dealt with according to military law!"

Below the wall, the people stared at the top of the wall, their faces pale.

Some couldn't stand steadily and squatted down against the wall.

Some huddled together, encouraging each other.

There was also an old man with his hands clasped together, chanting the name of a god, with snot and tears streaming down his face.

"They're here!" someone suddenly whispered.

Looking in that direction, they could vaguely see several moving dark shapes on the northeastern horizon.

At first, it was very faint, like dust blown by the wind, but it got closer and closer, and the sound of horses' hooves became clearer.

It was a scattered and rapid thumping sound, as if something urgent had happened.

There were thirteen riders in total.

"They don't look like the Xiongnu." Cheng Feng squinted at them. "The Xiongnu like to charge with a roar, but these people... look like they're fleeing for their lives."

Tang Shun stared at the group of figures, his fingers gently stroking the hilt of his sword.

He didn't order the torches to be lit, nor did he command anyone to shout. Any action now could escalate the situation.

The thirteen riders were moving at great speed, whipping their horses relentlessly, as if they wanted their horses to fly away.

They headed straight for Xiushui Town.

Before long, perhaps seeing that Xiushui Town had become an empty town, and that someone had discovered the existence of the fortress, they turned their horses around and charged forward.

When the other party had traveled a hundred paces to the city gate, he suddenly reined in his horse.

The leader took off his hood, revealing a familiar face.

"It's him..." Cheng Feng's pupils contracted, full of surprise, and he lowered his voice, "Why is this bastard showing up here?"

"This...isn't he stationed in Linhe County? What's he doing here in the dead of night?"

Wei Zong also looked surprised.

The newcomer had a hideous scar on his face and was staring intently at the fortified pass.

It was none other than Wang Xianghong.

Behind him, three teams from School C were following, along with his personal guards on either side.

These people were no longer as glamorous as they were in the C-school camp. They were covered in dust and grime, some without helmets, some missing their armor, and some even covered in blood.

"Tang Shun, it's you?!"

"That idiot Tang didn't die? He even hid in the city?"

"And where did this fortified pass come from?"

Compared to the astonishment of Tang Shun and the others, the exclamation that pierced the night sky seemed even more shocking.

Wang Xianghong and his companions recognized Tang Shun on the city wall and exclaimed in surprise.

Tang Shun did not answer.

He stood atop the wall, the wind ruffling his clothes, his face revealing neither joy nor anger.

He knew that Wang Xianghong was no kind person, much less the kind of person who would bring people to deliver gifts in the middle of the night.

This trip is definitely not for greetings.

"drive!"

Wang Xianghong and his companions below the city walls exchanged glances and smiled.

They rode forward slowly.

"Now is not the time to talk, Tang Shun, open the city gates immediately."

Wang Xianghong, head held high, arrogantly ordered, "Prepare some hot water and hot food, and find a few young women to help us relax."

The thirteen riders slowly approached the fortress, their faces beaming with joy.

Tang Shun turned around and met Wei Zong's gaze.

Wei Zong took a half step back and shook his head subtly.

Da da da—da da da—

Suddenly, the fine sand and stones on the city wall began to tremble.

The dense cries, like drumbeats without pause, pounded into their hearts one after another.

The people were terrified, hiding in the pit and not daring to make a sound, staring intently at the city gate.

They know all too well what this means!

Hun cavalry! That's a commotion that would require at least a thousand riders to make!

In the far northeast, cavalrymen, seemingly endless, appeared in large groups, carrying torches.

The torches stretched like a long, winding dragon, hundreds of feet long.

The thirteen riders, who had been leisurely, suddenly became extremely anxious.

Wang Xianghong shouted from the city wall, "Tang Shun! Open the gate! Let us in!"

His voice was strained, filled with an unprecedented urgency.

The cavalry's movements grew increasingly larger.

The wilderness behind us began to tremble, gravel rolled down the slope, and dust rose in a thin mist. In the distance, the horizon looked as if it had been sliced ​​open by a knife.

The mockery that used to grace Wang Xianghong's lips was gone; his expression was one of panic, a mixture of shock and anger!

Behind him, on the dark ground, the dust grew heavier and the sound of horses' hooves grew closer, like a death knell about to be cast upon their faces.

Wang Xianghong paced anxiously, the Xiongnu cavalry getting closer and closer, they were about to be trapped at the door.

Tang Shun was about to give the order when Cheng Feng blocked his way, shaking his head violently. "Squad Leader, have you forgotten how this son of a bitch treated us?"

Tang Shun certainly remembered.

Wang Xianghong sent him to cover the retreat and die, and then used various pretexts to withhold his reward money at the drill ground. He even sent him to Xiushui Town to be buried alive.

They even imprisoned and slaughtered the veterans who didn't accompany them in earthen cages as a sacrifice to the flag.

He also remembered leading twenty-seven people, building the wall from scratch, basket by basket of soil and mud.

Now is indeed a good time to get rid of Wang Xianghong.

Wang Xianghong roared, "Tang Shun! Do you still remember the military regulations? When comrades are attacked, you must not refuse to help! How dare you shut the door and refuse to let them in?!"