"If a girl is not a big shot, forget it, let her go. If you go to do your job, she will make trouble for Nangong. It's better to transfer Wu Qian Yulin to Lingwu, I'm always not so relieved about it."

Liu Qi waved his hand and walked back Qiandu, turned around and closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Yun Xiao sat in his cabin, staring at the quiet night sky. There were a lot of corpses lying around the cabin, so many that there were too many burying people.

Most of these people died at the hands of the Huns, and the other half were killed by themselves. The head of the Tunqi Captain was hung on the flagpole, which was frozen to the point of being hard. The sound of the wind blew on the flagpole.

After asking for reinforcements for almost half a month, he sent him a guard like three thousand peasants. Who in the court knew that the army was just a group of farmers. When Yun Xiao came on the first day, he was quite happy. He had a good meal and drink and had someone prepare a warm barracks for a night of rest.

But these grandsons heard that they would fight with the Huns the next day, and without saying a word, they ran away more than 100 that night. Yun Xiao was a little mentally motivated, hoping to ask them to cut off their heads and spend money, so that the silver would burn their courage.

But he never expected that these grandsons didn't even have the courage to talk about his feigning courage. As soon as they pulled up the city wall, their calves cramped. When they saw many Huns rushing over, they were frightened on the spot. Fortunately, Dai Yu led the Yun family's guards to stare at the city tower, killing more than a dozen people who wanted to run away in succession, and then stabilized his position.

But as soon as the Huns came up, these guys ran so fast that they blocked the corridor on the city wall. Dai Yu led the Yun family's hometown hero to the front, and more than 50 people died. Yun Xiao was so distressed that he thrust. This was all achieved through hard work.

More than 2,000 troops were taken to the schoolyard, and more than 500 people, including the troop cavalry captain, were pulled out to bleed one by one. Since they were not bloody, they simply let them go.

Now these people are arranged in the military camp of Longyou soldiers, and even the soldiers in Longyou look down on these bastards who escaped in the battle. Now seeing them looking like prisoners, the marquis said that when they found someone escaped in the battle, they would deduct money.

"It's all good. I've earned all my money back with all my life. The two thousand old men in the camp have only less than eight hundred left now. If you bastards ask the marquis to deduct my money, I, Wang Dascar, give you a scar that is the size of a bowl."

Wang Dasai, the captain of the Longji Camp with a long scar on his face, pulled his neck and shouted on the school ground.

The next morning, he cut off twenty garrison troops who were trying to escape with his own hands.

This team could not be led. More than 400 people in the Yun family died. There were less than 3,000 soldiers in Longyou. The original border army of Lingwu was left with only cooks and corpse burying men, and the bastards who were stationed in the army could not count on them. Yun Xiao really didn't know if he could withstand tomorrow's attack. If there were no reinforcements, he would have to use firearms.

The firearm was used secretly in Jiangnan, but it was impossible for Liu Qi to ask for it again. Once this thing was out of control, it would be like opening Pandora's box. If Liu Qi saw the power of this thing, and Zhou Yafu and Dou Ying were encouraged by others, he would have no place to cry. Li Ling's example was there. It was very dangerous for infantry without logistics supplies to go deep into the desert. He didn't want to be caught by the Huns, and it was unlikely to be this king or that king. However, the possibility of being skinned and cramped is very high.

Xiaobai crawled bently beside Yun Xiao, with many corpses outside. He did not like those guys who were frozen hard, nor did he liked the smell outside. The bodies of the local brave men were burning, their ashes would be transported to their hometown for burial, and their tablets would appear in the Yun family's ancestral hall to enjoy incense and worship.

They dealt with the bodies of Longyou soldiers themselves. They believed that since the person died, there was no need to go back to Longyou. The gravediggers kept digging big and deep pits, and the Longyou soldiers were buried collectively in batches.

As for the corpses of the garrison, no one carts took them out of the city, and they were buried in the snow and allowed the wild dogs and hungry wolves to eat them. These living things are also a waste of food, and being able to feed hungry wolves is their greatest contribution in life.

This is the Lingwu City ruled by Yun Xiao. The warriors can be respected by everyone. Whether they are alive or dead, cowards will be despised by everyone, either life or death.

Manniu sat on the ground against the eaves, biting the lamb's legs with big mouths. His servant was wiping the blood from the armor for it and waxing it again. This guy had just come down from a broken city wall. Lingwu had made great contributions to this guy for such a long time. If it weren't for it, Lingwu would have fallen ten days ago.

The smooth plate armor was covered with traces of knife-cutting and axe-chising, and several places on the back had been cut out. It can be seen that the opponent was using an axe, and the waxed plate armor had a good effect. If it weren't for many swords and swords that were cut open on it, the Manniu would definitely be injured. It is unimaginable how this guy should defend if he fell down Lingwu City.

The sound of fighting on the city walls continued, and Yun Xiao had no choice but to order the last resort to take the measures. He lit up the bodies of the Huns piled under the city, and when he threw them down, he poured a lot of Western turtle oil.

The torch was thrown on it and it quickly burned violently. The orange flames hindered the Huns' attack. The soldiers defending the city could rest for a while, but the smell of burnt smell made people feel hurt.

The corpse was scorching, and drops of human oil were roasted and the two oils were mixed together. The fire became even more intense, and no one dared to approach within a few feet. The tents of the dead were burned tightened, and the guy who was frozen and stiff was constantly twisting in the flames. It seemed as if a living person could not stand the torture of the flames.

The strange scene scared the Huns. They watched the people who had been dead for several days struggling in the flames. The melodious sound of piano sounded from the Huns' camp, and waves of sad singing drifted past the flames with the north wind and drifted into the ears of the Han soldiers.

Flames burned on both sides of the Great Wall, and people burned. God just likes to see the species he created killing each other so much. This is fate. Neither the burning person nor the burned person can resist.

The goshawk ran into the gear, and jumped down without waiting for the horse to stop. He pointed at the darkness in the distance, and said his frozen mouth for a long time but couldn't hear what he said.
Chapter completed!