A hundred miles northwest of Yanming Pass, a group of ragged Northwest troops were trapped in a barren canyon by the Dayin people.

The entire canyon has no grass growing in yellow sand, and the rugged rocks in the canyon have been eroded by wind and sand for many years and seem fragile. But it is precisely this place that allows them to struggle to support themselves while they are covered in fatigue and scars.

But... this is only temporary. All they are dealing with now is to find their troops first. It won’t take long for the people of Dayin from all directions to receive news. Even if they have wings, they will probably find it difficult to escape from the sky.

"Young Marshal, brothers, escort you out!" The adjutant bent over and sneaked to Song Lang and said loudly amid the endless gunfire around him.

Song Lang's face was pale, but his eyes were filled with a solemn look.

Song Lang said in a deep voice: "Don't say stupid things, where else can you go now?"

The adjutant said: "Even if we are all dead, we must send the young commander out."

Song Lang said: "I haven't walked far like this now. Instead of running away in a hurry, it's better to fight to the death. Even if I can't go back, I will keep all the Dayan people here!"

There are more than a thousand people in them now, and there are less than two thousand people outside. A desperate fight may not lead to a path of hard work, but... Song Lang cannot think about what he has to face after rushing out, nor can he imagine.

They were trapped in the encirclement of the Dayin people, who were constantly shrinking the encirclement obviously in order to capture Song Lang.

Although people were sent out to report the news, the result of the Dayin people's attention to Song Lang was probably worrying.

The adjutant gritted his teeth and said nothing. He also knew that what Song Lang was saying was the truth. Not to mention the young marshal, even if they were trapped in the army, many of them were still injured. It was almost impossible to escape from the blockade of the Dayin people.

After a moment of silence, the adjutant finally punched and gritted his teeth and said, "The Young Marshal is right. Even if we die, we have to drag the Dayin people to the cusp!"

The war in the canyon became more and more intense. Although the Northwest Army was weaker than the Dayin Army, they all had the will of death. Without an absolute advantage, the Dayin people could not take them for a while and suffered quite serious casualties.

But the Dayin people were not in a hurry because they knew that the Northwest Army had not much ammunition. If they continued to attack like this, they would soon use up ammunition, but they still had reinforcements to support them.

Sure enough, one hour later, the gunshots of the Northwest Army became significantly less common.

Dayin's commander was refreshed and finally showed a proud smile and ordered loudly, "They have no ammunition anymore. You must eliminate these people before reinforcements arrive. Capturing Song Lang alive will have a heavy reward!" There is only so many rewards, which is naturally more happy than sharing with others.

The Dayin people, who had been a little tired due to the long-term stalemate, immediately became energetic and rushed into the canyon.

There are many sand and stones in the valley. If those people hide, they rely on ordinary guns and only rely on ordinary firearms, and they must approach them to hurt the enemy. And they were originally the light cavalry who searched for Song Lang's whereabouts outside, and were not equipped with heavy weapons, so they naturally could not bombard the inside.

The Northwest Army did not keep hiding. As they were about to approach, a group of wolves and tigers rushed out of the stone forest. They rushed towards the enemy opposite only under the cover of a few firepower.

The Dayin people on the opposite side naturally would not be afraid of these Anxia people who were obviously at the end of their strength. They all screamed and rushed over because they saw Song Lang!

Song Lang is the young commander of the Northwest Army whom he named, and whoever can catch him will be able to enjoy his wealth and glory in his life.

The two armies quickly fought together, and this way, the gun was not a good weapon, and everyone began to fight in close combat.

Song Lang's body was almost stained with blood, and most of it was the enemy's blood. But his condition was not very good. The long-term intense exercise made his injuries, which had improved a little, worsen. Not to mention the pain and inflammation of the wound, the most important thing was that his head was a little dizzy now. His eyes were even blurred, and his movements were all based on instinct. Even so, a piece of enemy's corpse was lying beside him.

Such bravery made Commander Dayin, who was standing outside the battlefield, admired, "The young commander of the Northwest Army, is truly worthy of his reputation for being so brave."

The person next to him said, "No matter how powerful it is, it is still in our hands? The commander has made great contributions this time. The son he values ​​the most is in our hands to see what else can Song Ye do?"

While speaking, he waved to the person next to him.

One person had already raised his spear and aimed at Song Lang on the battlefield. It was not easy to accurately hit a person at such a distance on the chaotic battlefield. After all, people are not fixed targets, and Song Lang is not.

"Don't beat him to death."

The gunman nodded in silence, but his eyes were still staring at the man who was fighting desperately with others.

Song Lang vaguely felt someone staring at him, but his situation at this time no longer allowed him to carefully distinguish the origin of the dangerous gaze. Because compared to the unknown danger, his surroundings were even more dangerous.

The bayonet in his hand had already fallen to the ground. Song Lang didn't even look at the dagger pulling out the waist and wiping a person's throat. The next moment, there was a severe pain in his back shoulder. Song Lang turned around and raised his hand to grab the blade that pierced into his back shoulder. He kicked the person behind him without caring about the wounds and pains. At the same time, he staggered and almost fell into the yellow sand.

Someone roared behind him, and a soldier from Dayin angrily held a bayonet and stabbed Song Lang.

Song Lang was seriously injured in his right shoulder and his left hand was cut by a sharp blade. He was already unable to fight again. He pulled out the knife on the back shoulder with no sign of pain on his face and threw the knife towards the Dayin people.

"Young Marshal?" The Northwest Army soldier next to him screamed and wanted to pounce on him, but was entangled by the Dayin people in front of him and was unable to escape. He could only watch the man avoided the knife that Song Lang threw and stabbed the bayonet in his hand straight into Song Lang's chest.

"Bang!"

"Bang!"

"Bang"

Three gunshots rang out abruptly in the canyon almost at the same time, but it seemed particularly clear on the battlefield that should have been noisy.

A blood spot opened between the eyebrows of the Dayin soldier who stabbed Song Lang. He opened his eyes wide and fell behind him.

At the same time, a bullet hit Song Lang's right shoulder. The severe pain made Song Lang's originally blurred mind wake up again in an instant. He lowered his head and thought with some pain and joy: Injuring the same place, one less injured was considered to be.

At the same time, outside the battlefield, the gunman who had just shot fell down.

Above the canyon, Leng Sa, who had just fired a shot, dropped the gun towards another target. Her eyes had become calm and sharp, but her heart was still rising and falling.

While shooting and cleaning up the enemies near Song Lang, he ordered, "Jiang Zhan, take people to kill that commander."

"Fu Yucheng, take people down to clear the market."

"Zhou Yan, remote cover."

The others looked equally solemn. If they came a little later, Song Lang might really die here.

"yes!"

Song Lang immediately noticed that someone was covering him, and the opponent's shooting skills were very accurate. In a moment, a vacuum area was almost formed around Song Lang, and soldiers from the Northwest Army also moved closer to Song Lang.

The adjutant held Song Lang with a knife in a mess, "Young Marshal, reinforcements are coming."

Song Lang nodded slightly and whispered, "Retreat and distance yourself from the Dayin people."

"yes."

Before they could execute, gunfire came from both sides of the canyon at the same time.

The firepower is quite strong, and it is obvious that the opponent's weapons and equipment are much better than the Dayin people. But Song Lang obviously discovered that the opponent's people probably not many.

However, such elite troops are enough to deal with the Dayin people who have been fighting with the Northwest Army for a long time.

The other party was obviously very organized. There were sharpshooters on the canyon to eliminate the lower-level commanders or people with greater threats from the Dayin people, and then concentrate their firepower to strafuse ordinary soldiers.

The Dayin people were caught off guard and thought that Anxia's large number of reinforcements arrived, so they immediately retreated in a mess.

"Boom! Boom!"

When the Dayin people and the Northwest Army completely distanced the distance, an explosion immediately sounded in the canyon.

For a moment, dust and yellow sand were flying in the canyon. The soldiers of the Northwest Army hid in the stone forest and couldn't help but raise their hands to cover their mouths and noses, not to mention the Dayin people who were in the center of the explosion.

"So amazing." The adjutant who was holding Song Lang couldn't help but whisper as he looked at the scene, "Is there anyone with such a powerful person in their Northwest Army?"

Song Lang didn't say anything, but his eyes looked at the height of the canyon.

The gunshots are very stable and the rhythm is as stable as the mood of a person who shoots.

But every gunshot will inevitably take away an enemy.

He has only seen this kind of shooting style in one person.

The battle ended quickly, and after the gunshots gradually disappeared, a group of people came down from both sides of the canyon and began to clean up the battlefield with a well-trained training.

Fu Yucheng no longer had the excitement and panic of the initial visit to the battlefield. He calmly cleaned the battlefield with his subordinates to check whether there were any fish that had missed the net.

Not far away, Jiang Zhan walked over with a man, but only Zhou Yan was still guarding the high place with the sharpshooter.

Leng Sa saw that it was fine below, so he stood up and slid down from the edge of the canyon with neatness. He climbed the gap in the mountain wall and landed all the way to the bottom of the valley.

"Mr. Song, you look a little embarrassed." Song Lang was indeed embarrassed. Not only was the blood and sand on his body, the blood on his shoulder had soaked most of his shoulders.

Song Lang looked up at Leng Sa who was walking towards him with a gun, and smiled bitterly helplessly, "I will make the young lady laugh. I can't repay the kindness of saving my life. I can't speak if I need it in the future."

Leng Sa smiled and said, "It's better to wait until we go out before we talk about it. How about it, can we still hold on?"

Song Lang nodded and said, "No problem."

"That's good." Leng Sa breathed a sigh of relief. They didn't have time to stop here to rectify and rest.

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