The Mangrong soldiers thought that this was an easy siege, and they went into battle lightly. In order to speed up the raid, they didn't even bring shields and fortifications.

An advantage when attacking becomes a disadvantage when defending.

The mangrong soldiers were like human targets in the rain of arrows, and were caught off guard.

They didn't have time to run, and under the first round of icy revenge from the Snow Troopers, they were subjected to a bloody anti-massacre.

The mangrong soldiers desperately ran out of range.

Jin Hu is a seasoned general, he calmed down quickly.

Jin Hu was over forty years old, and had experienced many more terrifying battlefields than this one. He only took one look at Xu Yao's body, and quickly took over the command of the Mang Rong army.

His heartbeat was heavy, and he even felt extremely dull pain.Xu Yoke's death dealt him a heavy blow. A prince who was gaining power died beside him. When he returned to the royal court, he would face cruel accountability.

He must make up for his mistakes and seek a chance for himself.

Jin Hu decisively raised his sword to signal the army to retreat, and the military commander Ming Jin retreated a hundred steps.

Experience made Jin Hu not panic. He knew that Mang Rong still had the upper hand, so he told his subordinates: "Xu Yao's sudden death was just an accident."

Accident.

Jin Hu himself didn't believe this word.

Because Xu Yao's arrow skills are considered excellent among Mang Rong, such an archer is sharp enough to spot the enemy's arrows in time.

However, with the arrow just now, Xu Yao didn't have any chance to react.

Jin Hu stepped back in thought, and stood behind the military flag.

He scanned the lady's door vigilantly.

Hastily saw a figure in red and black armor jumping down from a high tower.

Jin Hu drew his sword immediately!He stared at the ghostly figure with vigilance.

It came too fast.

Jin Hu knew that it was coming for him.

His hand holding the knife was sweating.

at this moment.

The gate of Niangziguan was opened with a bang, the snow-riding cavalry galloped out, and the sky-shattering shouts of killing surged out. They witnessed the sacrifice of their comrades, and all their eyes were tearing apart.

The overwhelming hatred surged like a tide.The 5,000 cavalrymen from Beiyuan shouted angrily, "Pay back my blood debt from Beiyuan!"

As the main general, Jin Hu's attention was inevitably divided.

In the blink of an eye, Jin Hu swears, he only rolled his eyes, and the light of the knife was in front of his eyes.

Jin Hu instinctively raised his knife to block it.

In the interlaced shadows of knives, he saw a pair of extremely cold eyes, the killing intent in the pupils was rampant, reflecting his head.

Jin Hu seemed to have a premonition, and raised his hand to touch his neck to make sure his head was still there.

At this moment, his fingers and the strength of his neck were cut off with a knife.

Five fingers were cut off and collapsed in all directions.

Blood spurted from the severed head, and the Mangrong army flag flew away, falling into the mud.

Jin Hu's eyes were still rolling, he seemed unable to understand what happened, and wanted to reach out to confirm his head again.

His hand was on the torso not far away.

The next moment, the snow-covering horseshoes stepped on his face.

At the same time, the snow troopers chasing up found Xu Yue's body on the ground. The soldiers stared at the instigator with eyes reddened by hatred, and several of them drew their swords at the same time.

Xu Yoke's head was cut off expressionlessly, and then pushed into the muddy water by the long knife.

The two owl heads that happened in the blink of an eye caused the Mangrong soldiers to fall into a frightening silence in an extremely cruel way.

The Mangrong soldiers present witnessed the sudden counter-kill with their own eyes, and they froze on the spot, unable to believe it.

Mang Rong has always despised Da Jing people for being thin and short, but today his chief and deputy generals were decapitated by a Da Jing man like a bag.

Mang Rongbing was ashamed, angry and terrified, and couldn't believe that there were such demons alive in Da Jing.

Song Beiming looked at these people indifferently.

Beifeng Jingxue rushed into the battlefield first, Song Beiming got on his horse and raised his knife to signal: "Come on!"

When the five thousand reinforcements saw the corpses of their comrades scattered across the battlefield, they clenched their fists, their eyes were red, and they trembled angrily, "Give me back my comrades!"

Hatred made Beiyuan's reinforcements desperate to scatter Mangrong's vanguard like a broken bamboo.

The Mangrong soldiers lost their generals, and the dragons had no leader, so they were caught off guard by the first round of revenge.

Get spanked by Dou Tou.

Beifeng Jingxue always took the lead, and wherever the "sorrowful wind" went, the lives of Mangrong soldiers were all lost.

Even in the brutal battle situation, Song Beiming did not fall into a frenzy.

He has a very strong psychological quality, and hatred will only make him more determined and calm. He stared at the battle situation and did not take it lightly.

He was well aware of the disparity between the enemy and our troops, so the eldest sister only allocated 5,000 cavalry for him, and told him solemnly that no more reinforcements would be sent to him from the west.

Song Yuexiao's appetite is even bigger, she wants to lead the main force of the army to do crazier things.

Song Beiming is now at the most critical step in Song Yuexiao's plan. He needs to rely on these five thousand people to save Song Xinghe and hold back the main force of Mang Rong for at least an hour.

When Song Beiming came, he led this cavalry detour to the west of Pingchuan, and surprised the 3,000 Mo Di soldiers who were watching the battle at Niangziguan.

Now Song Beiming wanted to extend the power of this move to Mangrong's battlefield.

Therefore, he must hit the target with one blow, defeat the mentality of the reckless soldiers in the way of the chief general, and win a temporary advantage.

However, Mang Rong cannot be defeated for a long time. Even if they lose their generals, the war-loving Mang Rong will quickly organize new battles.

Song Beiming knew very well that the battlefield was changing rapidly, and killing one or two people, even the main general, would not be able to reverse the disparity in strength.

Psychological smoke bombs cannot always work, Song Beiming must maximize the effect of surprise attacks.

Song Beiming believed in Song Yuexiao's judgment on the fighting power of the five thousand cavalry. In the past five years, Song Yuexiao and Song Xinghe had trained the Snow-Treading Army very well.The skill of No Man's Land hit Mang Rong's confidence hard.

What made Song Beiming even more excited was that Song Xinghe's remaining 5,000 infantry quickly struggled out of the shadow of death.

Seeing the reinforcements, the exhausted soldiers quickly became excited, and the two armies merged into one tacitly from the southwest.

Song Beiming looked around, found Song Xinghe's figure, and confirmed that his second brother was still alive. His heart fell to the ground, and his gloomy face finally relaxed a little.

Song Beiming and Song Xinghe looked at each other across the air under the gradually clear rain curtain. The two brothers hadn't seen each other for many years, but it seemed that they had never been separated.

Song Xinghe nodded to Song Beiming, and handed over the command very simply according to the division of arms.

Song Beiming nodded, and said silently: "Second brother, don't worry."

Song Xinghe understood it, he looked back, and commanded the infantry to use the human wall to pull out the warnings of the ropes and pits.

Song Beiming took a glance and understood the intention of Song Xinghe's layout, and judged that Mangrong's horses and chariots were not far behind.

The distance of his 5,000 cavalry attack must be controlled accurately enough, otherwise it will face the main force of the reckless cavalry.

In the first round, Song Beiming led the cavalry to charge three miles away, and then turned his horse back to defend.

Song Xinghe's infantry at the rear raised their shields and spears and moved to the front of the formation, picking off Mang Rong's cavalry who hastily mounted their horses, and cut off the horse's legs from the gaps in the formation.

Under the cover of the infantry, Song Beiming's cavalry dismounted and converted into archers on the spot, suppressing the speed of the Mangrong cavalry with the rain of arrows, and in turn protecting the Beiyuan infantry in front.

The constant change of the three arms of the Snow-Treading Army made the reckless soldiers who had just calmed down from their fear very irritable.

Song Beiming observed calmly: the rhythm of the mang soldiers was out of order.

He calmly directed the second round, the third round...

If so several times.

Mang Rong gradually realized that the new Snow-Treading Army had no more tricks. They thought they had figured out the tricks of the Snow-Treading Army, and began to mobilize the army to counterattack.

However, in Song Beiming's last change of formation, the cavalry did not turn into archers, but retreated abnormally.

The engineers in the rear line greeted them very tacitly, and guided their comrades to avoid the newly dug stumbling pit.

Song Beiming hurriedly retreated, as if frightened by Mang Rong's strength.

The morale of the reckless cavalry was greatly boosted.

Chi Huan, the other lieutenant general of Mangrong who retreated to the rear, quickly saw clearly that the actual number of people in Beiyuan was less than 10,000.

Mang Rong's army has lost too much in this war, so returning to the royal court will inevitably be ridiculed and punished.

As a defense general, Chi Huan knew that Mang Rong had the advantage of 40,000 troops, horses and sufficient armaments. His two chiefs had died. This was their pain, but it was also his personal opportunity!

As long as he can recover some military exploits, Chi Huan will be the one who turned the battle situation around after returning to the royal court!

Chi Huan had been a lieutenant general for many years, and he was already tired of dealing with food, grass and supplies. In the past few years, he was pushed to the rear by Jin Hu, who was very mean-spirited, and he had no future.

At this moment, he saw the bloody hope on the battlefield full of corpses, and he thought ambitiously: This would be a battle to change his destiny.

Chi Huan didn't believe that 40,000 people would be no match for 10,000. He confidently ordered someone to blow the bull's horn, and he swung his knife to point forward, experiencing the joy of being a general.

On this cruel and ever-changing battlefield, it was finally his turn to take the position of the general. He rode his horse forward without hesitation, and boldly told his subordinates: "We will crush the Snow Treader Army!"

Song Xinghe's head was Chihuan's in the end.

If Chi Huan had been lucky enough to see how Song Beiming killed Xu Yo and Jin Hu, perhaps he would not have made such an inevitable judgment.

Chihuan's fate will indeed be rewritten here, because someone will completely push his fate into this mud.

Fate did not hand luck to Chi Huan. When his soldiers rushed into the seemingly flat grassland where the snow troopers ran, what they met was an accident.

Chi Huan's skill and horsemanship are very good, he did not fall off the horse, turned over and landed in time.

Just when he was about to order the army to be reorganized, a black horse with snow-white hooves suddenly appeared in front of him.

Chi Huan has been in charge of war horses for many years, and with just one glance, he knows that this horse is one in a hundred. The one who can own this kind of war horse must be the general.

Chi Huan looked up along the horse's hoof, and saw an extremely handsome and arrogant face, and then heard the other party say to him coldly: "Remember this position, it will be the place where your apology is buried."

Chi Huan's heart trembled when he was caught by the other party's aggressive killing intent.

He wanted to shoot.

In fact, he also took out the knife.

However, there was a knife that was several times faster and more ruthless than him. There was a flash of white light in front of his eyes, and before he even had time to feel the pain, he knew that he might die.

The scalding blood was clearly felt in the cold rain. Chi Huan couldn't believe that the failure came so hastily. When he fell down, he pointed to Song Beiming and asked, "Who are you?"

"That's right." Song Beiming leaned over on the horse, raised his knife again and said, "Remember that the one who wants to kill you is Song Beiming."

Song Beiming?Chi Huan's consciousness suddenly thought when he left the body, that was the little prince in Jingdu.

He actually went back to Beiyuan?!

Chi Huan didn't feel the terror until his head was in a different place.

Chi Huan's head was severed and hung on the flagpole together with the heads of Xu Yao and Jin Hu.

The bloody beheading of three generals in an instant magnified the horror to the entire Mangrong in an instant.

When Song Beiming saw the Mang Rong cavalry trapped in the horse pit and the Mang Rong army in chaos behind him, he knew that he had completed the task this time.

An hour later.

Song Yuexiao's army appeared behind Mang Rong, and the battle situation was completely reversed, and the Snow-Treading Army surrounded Mang Rong.

The battle lasted for half a day. Mang Rong was angrily annihilated 20,000 people in the snow, captured 10,000 people, and only 10,000 people fled.

Song Beiming finally took the time to ride to Song Xinghe's side.

He raised his whip and shouted excitedly: "Second Brother!"

"Fuyu" propped himself on the ground, Song Xinghe stood upright, and smiled at Song Beiming.

Song Xinghe's smile overflowed from the bottom of his eyes, but his face was stiff. His black armor and red uniform were mixed with sewage and blood, and they were all in tatters. The armor was even about to split and fall off.

Song Xinghe has been rushing to the front of the battle, his battle damage seems to be heavier than his brothers who fought hard.

But the Snow-Treading Army was used to the invincibility of the head coach of the Song family, no one thought Song Xinghe was going to die.

Song Beiming saw something strange, so he got off his horse and rushed over.

Song Xinghe's pupils reflected the younger brother's getting closer and closer. In the rain that finally stopped, he looked at the brothers who had survived the catastrophe, opened his lips lightly, said four words, and then fell straight down.

Blood slid down Song Xinghe's fingers into the muddy water.

"Great victory in Beiyuan."

It's night, Beiyuan Camp.

The military doctors came and went in and out of the Marshal's mansion, running around in a hurry.

Song Yuexiao asked with a sullen face, "Are you sure?"

The military doctors fell to their knees and shook their heads.

Song Beiming calmly said in the terrible silence: "Send the second brother to Jingdu, I will send a letter to ask someone from the Imperial Hospital to treat him, Mr. Xia Xiao is also near Jingdu recently, he is a miracle doctor, without him there is no cure."

Song Yuexiao and Song Beiming looked at each other in the flickering candlelight. They exchanged opinions silently and nodded to each other.

It was night, and a team of guards from the Qianhu Office rushed to Jingdu with two carriages overnight.

Han Linyan stubbornly wiped away her tears in the carriage. She wrung out a new cold handkerchief and gently applied it to her bandaged husband's forehead.

She looked at her husband distressedly, and after a long time, forced a smile, put her belly on one hand, and gently hooked a finger of her husband with the other hand, and said softly: "Muzhi, let's go back to the palace together.The child is still waiting to call you daddy, so you must hold on."

At the battle site near Xizhou, a team of Qianhu from the Snow Walking Army cleaned the battlefield.

They carried the lanterns and went to test their breath one by one without missing each other.

The battle was too bloody, and among the snow-walking soldiers who died in battle, there were not many complete corpses.

The more they cleaned up, the more sad they became. The men who were bleeding but not sweating cried bitterly while covering their faces.

After crying for an unknown amount of time, someone sang "Song of Heroic Spirits" softly.

Everyone sang along slowly.

Their lanterns were brightly lit, illuminating the way for the brothers lying on the ground to receive the meritorious service.

In the midst of that singing, as they explored the road with great enthusiasm, a body moved slightly.

The night was too dark, and the living body was not illuminated by the lights.

The body gradually increased its movements, and suddenly coughed violently in the night that was as silent as ghosts.

The soldiers of Qianhusuo froze suddenly. They were not afraid of the ghosts of their fellow robes, and they did not feel frightened at all by this eerie movement. Instead, they immediately became excited.

The head of a thousand households rushed to the front with a lantern, and dug out his revived comrade from the mountain of corpses.

Someone recognized this person and shouted happily: "This is Xiao Shun!"

Xiao Shun's bloody hand grabbed the hand of the head of a thousand households like an eagle's claw, opened a pair of bloody eyes, and asked eagerly, "Did Song Xinghe survive?"

At the same time, on the mountain road leading to the Western Region, the Su Pong carriage staggered forward.

A group of people missed Sutou, so they simply drove at night, and they could reach the governor's yamen of the Western Region in Yue Xi tomorrow.

Wei Chifeng was holding the carriage, not daring to close his eyes for a moment, observing his surroundings vigilantly.

When he heard the singing of several nightingales, he was holding a stone and was about to pop it out when he suddenly heard a slight movement in the carriage.

Wei Chifeng asked softly, "Master?"

Yan Xi's gentle voice came out: "Don't disturb me, don't kill."

Wei Chifeng was not surprised that Yan Xi could sense his movements through the curtain, he carefully stuffed the stone back into his sleeve pocket, and apologized: "I know my mistake."

Yan Xi gently turned over inside: "You did a good job."

Wei Chifeng felt warm in his heart and said, "Thank you, master."

Wei Chifeng didn't dare to say anything more, because he could hear that Yan Xi's voice was a little different this night, it seemed to be a little bit more... similar to gentleness.

He suddenly remembered seeing Yan Xi and Song Beiming parting ways three nights ago, and blushed slightly in embarrassment. He seemed to know why his master couldn't sleep, so he wisely didn't say any more.

Yan Xi couldn't sleep soundly in the car, he opened his eyes amidst Jing Nightingale's singing, and clearly felt the dryness of "Rong" rising slowly in his body.

Some lingering emotions are like vines, spreading quietly with the passage of time.

Just like the "Rong" who eats the marrow and knows the taste is longing for "Kur", Yan Xi realizes that he misses Song Beiming very much.