The night gradually invades the sky. When the last ray of sunlight sinks into the western horizon, the color of the sky quickly fades from orange to blue, and then the night comes like a tide.

Although night is coming, it does not mean that all things can rest, especially the creatures on the battlefield, whether they are humans or horses, they have to consume their physical strength, energy, and even lives in fighting each other.

The clash of weapons, the galloping of war horses, and the screams of the wounded, like a flood of sounds and shouts, resounded throughout the Northern Desert.

When interests are ultimately irreconcilable, war becomes the only resort.

The domestic war in Jiankun completely exploded after Zhang He arrived.

The Poshihe tribe received the support of Pingbei General Zhao Yun and the latest weapons and equipment. They also linked up with the Ninghulan clan overtly and covertly to confront the Qiulin clan head-on.

For the Qiulin tribe, they either have to surrender completely and lose a lot of power, or they have to fight with their last ditch. There is no third option...

Po Shi He Yuan tried his best to push forward with his shield. There were also shield soldiers beside him. He allowed his opponent's weapons to chop and bang on the shield, and then asked his companions behind him to thrust their spears from the top and bottom of the shield, bringing them with them. A stream of blood spurted out.

Taking another step forward, Poshihe Yuanchang found that his feet were a little weak. It turned out that what he was stepping on was not solid ground, but a body that could still move slightly. The shift in his center of gravity caused his shield to move. Displacement, an enemy's spear scraped across his face, leaving a scar...

"three!"

"two!"

Po Shihe Yuanchang suddenly pushed the shield forward, and at the same time shouted the final command, "Open!"

The shield array suddenly staggered, and the pikemen on the rear line shouted and thrust their spears directly along the staggered place of the shields!

Of course, at the moment when the shields were staggered, the enemy's spear also came in, almost stabbing Poishi and Hemotochi's shoulder.

Countless steel knives and spears were slashing and stabbing amid the shouts.

The soldier of the Qiulin tribe who was fighting with Poshi Heyuan was stabbed in the head by someone unknown. Before he could scream, a spear penetrated his neck, piercing it from the front, and then from the front. The back was pierced, and the next moment it was withdrawn, the suppressed blood was lost, and with a pop, Po Shi and He Yuan were sprayed all over his face!

In the blood, the Qiulin warrior who had been competing with Po Shihe Yuanqi for a long time, with a ferocious and unwilling look in his eyes, fell down...

Poshi Heyuanchang turned around and saw Zhang He retracting his spear, and then nodded slightly. Behind Zhang He, there were soldiers moving forward, constantly attacking, suppressing the line of Qiulin's soldiers.

With the addition of Zhang He, another Qiulin clan's front collapsed.

When his eyes were empty and there were no longer crazy faces and bloody swords and guns in his field of vision, Poshi Heyuan couldn't help but gasp, and his hands trembled slightly.

All around were the collapsed and crowded figures of the Qiulin clan. The smell of blood was fishy and greasy, as if the whole body was immersed in a swamp, congesting every pore.

There was another high-pitched command in the distance, and then a rocket like a meteor fell towards somewhere...

Farther away, there was a large scroll belonging to the Qiu Lin family, looming in the firelight, crumbling.

"Kill! Fight in! Kill the general! Capture the flag!"

Po Shihe Yuanchang shouted loudly, and it was only at this time that he realized that his voice had become hoarse. Fighting on the battlefield, the conflict between life and death, and every confrontation would consume a lot of energy. If he had just experienced The new recruits in this matter, even if they are invulnerable on the battlefield, will be as limp as mud after the war.

This is a huge stronghold city of Qiulin in the Yenisei River Basin. The name is very long. It is said to mean brightness and fertility of the land. Of course, it is not important now, because this place will no longer belong to the Qiulin family.

The new name is obviously based on Zhang He's suggestion, or General Pingbei's, or even General Hussar's idea.

Surrounded on three sides and under continuous attack, this town is about to complete its final journey.

After having a firm leader, the Jiankun Kingdom, which boasted 30,000 string-controlling troops, split into two parts. Because of the habit of scattered living in the desert chasing water and grass, when the Qiulin family found that the momentum was not right. , it was already too late to gather the scattered tribes.

Especially the cavalry led by Zhang He, just like Zhang He's marksmanship, their shots are killing moves, and the Qiulin family's plan to rely on the city's defense and mobilize external troops was completely finished at the moment the city was breached. .

Although on the streets and on the city walls, the scattered battle lines of both sides are piled up here and lined up there, some of the coalition forces such as Zhang He and Po Shihe have won, and some of the Qiulin clan's people have successfully counterattacked, but in fact everyone knows that since From the moment the city gate was breached and the city wall began to fall, the final fate of the Qiulin family was like the disappearing sun, ushering in a long night.

The guns and shields moving forward on the street are advancing as firmly as a mountain!

The defeated and retreating rebels resisted feebly...

For the Qiulin clan, these constantly losing positions, coupled with psychological disadvantages, even with the bravery of individual Qiulin clan, could not play a significant role in reversing the situation of the war.

Among the Jiankunqiulin clan, many people are mixed with local indigenous ancestry. There are also many people with red hair and blue eyes, or hair of other colors. The individuals are also relatively tall, but the tall physique cannot be compared with the elite. Equal sign. In other words, the quality of Qiulin's individual soldiers is actually not bad, but once they form a formation, they fail to produce the effect that one plus one is greater than two...

On the battlefield, the local natives who "breathe and share the same fate" with Qiulin are actually about the same as cannon fodder. Although they are not like "slave soldiers" in nature, there is essentially no difference. In peacetime training and The equipment is much different from that of the Qiulin clan, so how can they withstand the huge attack pressure from the coalition forces of Zhang He and others?

After nightfall, the city of tens of thousands of people was already in such chaos that it was difficult to distinguish between east, west, north and south. Under the attack of Zhang He and other coalition forces, chaos inevitably occurred in the Qiulin family's command system. When the dark night finally swallowed up everything

, people began to sneak out of the city through the gap that had been reserved long ago...

No one wants to die unless there is something higher than death.

Obviously, the Qiulin clan in Jiankun has not yet united people's hearts to such a high level. If it had, it would not have caused dissatisfaction with the Poshihe and Ninghulan clans and led to conflicts.

To a certain extent, Qiulin's failure stems from his own arrogance and short-sightedness.

Although in the Northern Desert, there are basically plains and cold forests near the Yenisei River. They are not basins like Sichuan and Sichuan. There are too many mountains blocking the surrounding view, but they blindly focus on the interior and forget about it.

There are more lands and more terrifying enemies outside, which are undoubtedly the main reasons for the current Qiulin family's tragedy.

After the almost sacrificial counterattack by the last Qiulin Guards, the Qiulin clan finally fell...

The history of Jiankun Country quietly turned a corner at this moment.

……(^w^)……

If you are immersed in your own expectations and hopes and don't pay attention to changes in the outside world, you will definitely suffer.

This is true for Jiankun in the Northern Desert, and it is the same for Zhang and others in Hanzhong.

In Shangyong City, Zhang Chong, Zhang Ze's nephew, was in panic all day long.

Even the guard Shangyong beside him looked panicked.

The cavalry army subverted all their perceptions.

For many years, it has become a habit to serve as a soldier, eat food, and live a miserable life in the army of the Han Dynasty. It was like this before Zhang Lu, and it is still like this now after Zhang Ze.

We know that the world is huge, but people have not traveled to several places, so their field of vision is very small. This is not Zhang Chong's fault, nor Zhang Ze's fault, because before Hussar, everyone lived like this.

Few people are willing to stand up and look at this world and the outside world.

Because it’s extremely cold at high places.

It's warm to hide under, and it's more comfortable to lie flat.

Just like the children of the Zhang family in Hanzhong and the Hanzhong garrison, not all of them may have no fighting spirit, nor may they have no ambition at the beginning. When they were young, they were high-spirited and dared to challenge anyone they met and disagreed with them.

, drew their swords and faced each other, and then the military officials looked at the fiery temperament of the young soldiers, and more or less encouraged these fights, thinking that in this way a powerful team could be trained.

But what about behind?

Everyone gets free money, from top to bottom, everyone gets benefits.

Ambitious?

How many times can it be used to eat soup cakes?

First it was eaten by a dozen people, and then it was eaten by hundreds or even thousands of people.

Everyone smiles when they are eating free money. Every month, from top to bottom, those who have some authority can share the benefits according to their ranks. Holding the money in their hands, they eat big fish and meat, and wine is served in jars.

, patting each other on the shoulders, the so-called friendship between brothers is getting louder and louder.

Some people felt inappropriate about these things at first, but later on no one felt inappropriate.

Because the person who asked the question has been solved.

Then, these people, these generals, and these soldiers in Hanzhong thought that all people, all generals, and all soldiers were like this. No one was more powerful than anyone else. Even the hussars and horses were no more.

It's just an extra share of money, just like farmers and women discussing in the fields whether the emperor and queen are doing farm work with gold hoes and gold poles.

Wait until the Hussars really come...

These people discovered that the "rumors" that they thought were ridiculous and unbelievable turned out to be true!

Brave!

Sharp!

Almost always high morale!

The hussars are sharp, the infantry are brave, they fight bravely without fear of death, and the formations and lines cooperate with each other tacitly.

Dozens, hundreds, or thousands of people were driven to pieces by the hussars. Few people could resist under the sword. Hanzhong's so-called "elite" soldiers seemed to be of no avail in front of real hussars. Then

These "elite" generals and soldiers in Hanzhong finally understood that there is actually a huge difference between this person and this person, and this soldier and his soldier.

Perhaps the difference in strength of a single soldier alone is at most one or two times, or more, but when these soldiers are gathered together, the difference in overall strength becomes ten times, or even a hundred times!

The area around Shangyong has been cleared, and Zhang Chong stood trembling at the top of the city, "The hussars...the hussars are about to attack the city?"

The guard swallowed his saliva, "Maybe..."

"What should I do?" Zhang Chong felt his heart pounding more and more, making him dizzy. If he hadn't been holding on to the battlements, he might have been a little unsteady, "Can, can, can you hold on?"

"..." The guard swallowed again and stared nervously at the movement below the city, "General... try your best, try your best..."

Zhu Ling and Wei Yan, who were not far below Shangyong City, were also looking at the defense situation on the Shangyong City Wall.

After Wei Yan captured Shanglian, he attracted the surrounding Zhang soldiers, and of course also attracted the so-called "encirclement and suppression army" that had been following him. Wei Yan then came out of Shanglian, raided Ziwu Valley again, and gathered together

The reinforcements coming from Ziwu Valley made Zhang's soldiers exhausted, and at the same time, Zhang's generals fell into a phase of wrangling with each other.

The man who pursued and suppressed Wei Yan said that he had tried his best, and he had also recaptured Shanglian and achieved outstanding results. On the contrary, the guy stationed in Beida Camp was stabbed through Ziwu Valley twice, and his crotch was so torn that it looked like nothing.

He has brought shame on the Zhang family and should immediately commit suicide by committing suicide.

Similarly, those in the Beida camp were shouting angrily, cursing the encirclement and suppression troops for being cowardly, incompetent, slow in action, and afraid of fighting. This led Wei Yan to jump out of the encirclement and sneak attack his Ziwu Valley. At that time, he was defending wholeheartedly.
To be continued...