When the first tongue of flame was lit up in the Fuchengguan barracks, it immediately alarmed the Mo Di soldiers who were not drunk.

Di Xiao's lieutenant Ba Tai is on duty today.

This person was quite trusted by Di Xiao, and he was cautious in handling things. When the soldiers booed and said that the whole army was going to have a carnival, he ordered the soldiers to drink in groups in turn.

However, the soldiers of Mo Di have been at ease for too long. During the thirty years they have been stationed here, they have never seen the heavenly soldiers come.They arrogantly and numbly believe that Dinghou Mountain is a sacred mountain that the gentle and weak Dajing people cannot cross.

However, they didn't know that the Da Jing people didn't pass through Dinghou Mountain not because of fear. Dajing, as a state of etiquette, had insistence that the Modi people couldn't understand.

Mo Di soldiers drank wine confidently, and heard the sound of iron hooves like landslides and ground cracks while they were intoxicated.

"Thunder?" A soldier asked.

"Why thunder in winter?" A veteran wondered, feeling the coolness on his face when he looked up, "Is it snowing?"

"Avalanche!" A young soldier was so frightened by the sound of thunder that he jumped up, but fell to the ground limply, "This sound is going to bury me!"

One soldier thought it was too bright, turned around, saw the burning flames, and exclaimed in surprise, "The fire... caught fire!"

The drunken soldiers were under the dual effects of wine and medicine, and many soldiers who were drowsy and barely awake also reacted extremely slowly, and even shouted weakly: "General Ba, there is a fire."

When Batai smelled the strong smell of wine, he was keenly aware of the strangeness.

Such a strong taste can only be caused by man-made damage. Once the wine is poured out... the consequences will be disastrous.

Ba Tai immediately issued an assembly order, but there were very few soldiers who could respond.

Soldiers who were ordered not to touch alcohol tonight could not bear the aroma of alcohol when they were patrolling or standing guard, so they thought it would be okay to take a sip.

In front of the fine wine, the first sip will lead to the second sip. In places where the general cannot control, the phenomenon of soldiers tasting is very serious.

What's more, what Mo Di couldn't guard against was that when Zhou Ci prepared the poison, he had already calculated that a single bite would take effect.

The Ax Cheng barracks lost more than half of their fighting power after being drunk by the wine.

Mr. Ye had the foresight to cover Boss Huang's retreat, and soon met Ba Tai at the entrance of the granary.

The Fucheng barracks with 20,000 people had a strong foundation, but Ba Tai organized a team of thousands of people in a hurry to surround the assassins.

Mr. Ye's sword was covered with blood beads, and his fellows followed closely behind him.

Ba Tai asked, "Who are you?!"

"You don't need to know who I am, as long as I know who you are." Mr. Ye looked at Ba Tai coldly, "Your team has killed tens of thousands of ordinary people in the Western Region and robbed hundreds of Da Jing shops over the years.Team, it's time for you to pay off your debts."

Mr. Ye has more than 60 people under his command, all of them are masters of sword use.Although they have the appearance of Mo Di people, they all have blood feuds with the nobles of Modi. He got married under the protection of Da Jing and has no affection for Modi.

Mr. Ye shouted: "Brothers, if you have a grudge, pay a grudge, if you have a grudge, pay a grudge, and settle the account tonight."

The Modi soldiers lying all over the ground, and the fire suddenly burning on one side, hindered the Modi soldiers' battle formation.

Even if Ba Tai rushed to the front and organized bravely, he couldn't effectively let the soldiers surround the assassins.

Mr. Ye's sword light was fierce, Ba Tai was forced to retreat several steps by the sword light, Mo Di's nearly thousand people were blocked by sixty assassins.

But after all, there is a huge gap between the enemy and us, and there are more sober Modi soldiers coming.

During the leap, Mr. Ye saw that Boss Huang had led people back to the camp wall, and Boss Huang looked this way when he jumped on the camp wall.

When Mr. Ye fell down, he made a very stern "go fast" movement.

Boss Huang was still hesitating. Seeing Mr. Ye showing a serious warning expression, he finally jumped out with tears in his eyes.

Mr. Ye's eyebrows relaxed a little, he led his men back, and said between battles: "You all retreat in order."

The subordinate asked, "Mr. Ye, what about you?"

Mr. Ye said: "I brought you here, and I want to protect you to leave. Let's go."

His subordinates refused to abandon him, so Mr. Ye kicked one of his subordinates sharply. There were veins on Bai Jing's forehead, and he scolded: "Aren't you listening to me? Let's go!"

His subordinates feared and respected him, and dared not be mother-in-law again. The more skilled ones took the initiative to cover the weaker brothers and left first. In the end, there were ten best ones left, but none of them refused to leave.

Mr. Ye cut through Ba Tai's armor with his long sword, and got a dark sword from the surrounding Mo Di soldiers. His blue clothes ooze blood, and the brothers immediately rushed to protect him.

Ten people were like a solitary boat in the vast sea among Mo Di's soldiers. Mr. Ye sighed at the men who refused to leave, and then smiled boldly: "Then Huang Quan will be your companion."

"Be life and death brothers with sir." The brothers smiled frankly and raised their swords to join the battle.

No matter how high the martial arts are, they are like a mantis holding a cart under heavy siege.

Mr. Ye's brothers fell one by one, and the scimitar fell on him. He stared at Ba Tai as if he didn't feel pain, with a fierce look in his eyes, and said in Mo Di's words: "I will kill you."

Ba Tai didn't want to waste time with these assassins, so he ordered: "Shoot the arrow!"

Mr. Ye didn't rush forward, he protected his brother and retreated.

The arrow didn't come.

Because, the deafening sound of iron hooves came, and it was clearly audible in a blink of an eye, and all the sounds were quickly covered up.

The Modi soldiers were stunned, but Ba Tai reacted and shouted: "Enemy attack!"

But there are only a few thousand soldiers in the barracks, and hearing the sound of tens of thousands of horseshoes, Mo Di's soldiers immediately lost their minds.

Ba Tai never thought that the Dajing soldiers would cross Dinghou Mountain. It was as if a pot of cold water had been poured on his head, and he felt a chill in the cold night.

He froze on the spot, seeing the panicked soldiers, calmed down first, and shouted: "Send a team to ask for help!"

Hearing the hooves of the Canglong army, Mr. Ye completely relaxed his eyebrows at this moment.

This was the voice he had been waiting for all his life. The Da Jing Heavenly Soldiers finally returned to this territory. He stood in the shadows, his eyes locked on Ba Tai.

After all, Ba Tai had rich experience in fighting. He saw that the fire in the granary was already raging, and he saw that the soldiers were drunk.

He knew that the 100,000 shi army food was no longer guaranteed, but if he abandoned the camp, these soldiers would never be able to wait until they sobered up.

It's a pity that he didn't know that no matter whether these soldiers could get out of the sky or not, it was impossible for them to wake up.

Batai thought, all 20,000 soldiers cannot be buried in his hands, otherwise he and his family will die without apology.

He immediately ordered people to close the gate of the camp, and let the archers who were still awake go up to the camp wall.

The Modi people are brave and happy to fight. They calmed down from the initial panic, quickly recovered the fighting rhythm, and began to defend in an organized manner.

For a while, no one cared about Mr. Ye who had retreated and returned.

When Ba Tai felt the wind blowing from the back of his neck, he turned sideways to avoid it. He didn't expect that there were such desperadoes, only a few of them dared to come back after running away.

Ba Tai immediately understood Mr. Ye's intention, which was to make it impossible to organize battles effectively within the Axe army camp, in order to act as an internal response for the Canglong army.

Batai must get rid of this annoying Dajing man first.

Batai was a well-known warrior in Mo Di. His skill and strength were not much worse than Di Xiao's. His guards came to encircle him with scimitars.

They thought they could easily get rid of these people.

However, another group of assassins emerged from the side of the fire scene.

Boss Huang had been waiting outside the barracks, and came back in when he heard the hooves of the Canglong army.

When Mr. Ye saw Boss Huang who had gone and returned, he frowned helplessly.

This time he didn't persuade everyone to retreat again. The caravan masters with more than a hundred people became a sharp knife pierced from the heart of the barracks, completely disrupting Batai's defense.

The 20,000 Canglong were divided into two, and Song Beiming led 10,000 people to surround the Fucheng barracks, with Han Qi as his deputy.

Song Beiming was not in a hurry to attack the camp, but put the archers in front first, the drums rang, and arrows rained down on the female wall.

The Mo Di soldiers who had just climbed up the camp wall in the chaos were knocked down by the arrow rain of the Canglong Army before they had time to prepare their bows and arrows.

The rest of the archers lost the opportunity and tried to break through, but the arrow rain was too dense, they poked their heads out and shot in the head.

At the same time, the fire in Fucheng's barracks was getting bigger and bigger. The thick smoke and high heat made the Mo Di soldiers unable to bear it, and they crowded to avoid places without fire.

Mr. Ye pursued Ba Tai with his sword, while Boss Huang and his men took advantage of the chaos to pour wine on the military tent.

Ba Tai was disturbed by this group of assassins in the barracks.

These caravan assassins consumed Ba Tai's attention. While he had to keep an eye on the situation in the barracks, he was being pursued by Mr. Ye.

Batai's guards were scattered, and the surroundings were in chaos. The flames reached the military tent, and Batai was licked by the flames.

He was so burned that he jumped up and was distracted, with a long sword in his stomach.

Mr. Ye stared at him with cold eyes and said, "Death is not a pity."

Pulling out the long sword, Ba Tai's blood splattered several feet.

Still puzzled, Mr. Ye raised his sword and slashed Ba Tai's neck, exploding human blood like blood.He was spattered with blood on half of his body, and he lifted Batai's head in disgust.

At this moment, the years of unwillingness and hatred in his eyes were finally extinguished.

Mr. Ye finally took a look at the world with calm eyes, and said softly: "The revenge has been avenged, and the homeland will return."

The blue Confucian shirt was stained with blood, Mr. Ye grabbed Ba Tai's head, turned around and whistled.

The caravan was all assembled towards him.

Mr. Ye nodded to everyone and jumped to the camp wall.

The members of the caravan jumped out one by one, Mr. Ye jumped out last, and the green shirt disappeared into the night.

What no one saw was that at the place where Mr. Ye stayed for a short time, a pool of fresh blood flowed out, and the blood spread out, and was covered by the fire in an instant.

The wind was violent and the snow was heavy, snow soon accumulated on the armor of the unmoving Canglong army.

Song Beiming was extraordinarily calm on the battlefield. Although he was anxious, he was very calm.

The archers of the Canglong Army released their arrows methodically.

The commander did not order, and the other arms stood still.

When he saw soldiers in the barracks digging out of the barracks, Song Beiming knew that the fighter plane was coming.

"Chai Wanren obeys orders." Song Beiming's eyes were sharp in the wind and snow, and he said, "The mortal enemy of the western region is ahead."

For soldiers born and bred in the Western Region, there is no need for more mobilization, this sentence is enough.

Chai Wanren and his brothers waited for this day for too long.

For thirty years, parents were killed, brothers were separated, sisters were defiled, and the people in the western region lived a precarious and homeless life in their hometown.

All thanks to Mo Di!

Finally, the Canglong army gave them a chance to stand up and kill the enemy.

Chai Wanren and his nearly thousand brothers were born in military households. They were the hardest trained and the fastest to leave the army among this group of recruits.

They had been bandits, and they almost starved to death when they were at their worst.

In the bone-piercing cold, without the slightest hesitation, they raised their swords and rushed towards the Fudi army camp with eyes open.

No one can stop the knife of their hatred.

Seeing the sharp blades of the forwards rushing forward, Han Qi was filled with emotion, and said to Song Beiming, "Lord Dutong, you are right. Although they are recruits, they can become the bravest forwards on this battlefield."

The snow was rising, and those snowflakes fell on the torches and melted, turning into scattered water droplets.

This kind of snow could not threaten the raging fire from the wine in the Fucheng barracks.

Song Beiming was exceptionally silent tonight, his helmet was covered with a thin layer of snow, and his handsome face was unclear in the firelight.

It made him look very stern.

Han Qi was shocked by his expression and fell silent.

Song Beiming suddenly realized that his madness was rising, he closed his eyes slightly, and when he heard the ferocious fighting sound, he thought of the pair of water-shearing pupils.

Ku also couldn't suppress the madness in his heart that wanted to devour blood.

Song Beiming took "ku" back then, not only because of his poor clothes, but also because his mind was suffering to the verge of madness.

The person who sent him "Kur" back then was Su Hongying's friend, and that person told him: "Only by suppressing the Rakshasa in your heart can you see the paradise in the world."

He didn't think much of it at the time.

Taoyuan?That's all a lie.

If there is a Taoyuan, why is the Song family loyal but trapped?

At this time, Song Beiming thought of Wei Yu's eyes, which were either clean or soaked, and there were all kinds of signs in those eyes, which could easily wipe away his ever-changing killing intent.

Song Beiming has been thinking recently, did the person who gave him "ku" know that "rong" would become his paradise?

The wind and snow could easily make him sick during those five dark years, but it couldn't freeze him this year.

Song Beiming is already in Taoyuan, he misses Yan Xi so much.

When a certain snowflake fell on the tip of his nose, Song Beiming covered it with his fingers and turned it into water, his voice became normal, he nodded to Han Qi, and said, "They are fighting for their homeland and their feud, soSoldiers don't need anyone to teach them how to kill the enemy."

Han Qi followed Song Beiming these days, from the initial wait-and-see to the present five-body cast.The young man in front of him was less than twenty-two years old, but he had a more resolute and courageous heart than any general.

It seems that I have experienced the cruelest and dirtiest things in the world, so I am no longer afraid of the difficulties ahead.

Song Beiming is like the magic needle of Dinghai, as long as he appears wherever he holds the sad wind, the soldiers will follow firmly there.

Such a coach is like some kind of unspoken prophecy, silently telling the coming prosperity.

Han Qi's eyes moved away from Song Beiming's face, and he saw the flames and blood in front of him were brutally intertwined.

He has been following the Han army to defend the capital, fighting more in the city than in the field, and has never seen such a fierce battlefield.

For a moment, ambition and pride rose in his heart, and he couldn't help but clenched the Han family knife tightly.

When the gate of the camp opened from the inside, he waited for the order of Song Beiming's Chinese army to dispatch.

Han Qi thought: It's my turn.

He said to Tianji in his heart: General Han, as you can see, the Han family knife has finally returned to the battlefield.

Under the leadership of Han Qi, Canglong, a mixed formation of the Han family army and the snow trooper army, rushed out and surrounded the ax soldiers who had escaped from the fire like a black tide.

Song Beiming reined in his horse and stopped under Shuai's banner, but his rear army still did not move.

Even the hundreds of thousands of flames could not illuminate the black armor of the Canglong Army, and the five thousand Canglong Army were still waiting motionlessly.

Until the ground began to shake, the silent rear army showed the excitement of "finally here".

Du Yue fell on the ground and heard the sound of hooves, and reported to Song Beiming: "There are at least 10,000 cavalrymen from the Gushiguan barracks, and with the accompanying infantry, there are about 20,000 soldiers."

Song Beiming turned to the five thousand soldiers behind him, sad wind came out of his sheath at this time, his voice pierced through the whistling wind and snow: "Kill the main force of Mo Di, today."

This is the battle to decide the situation of Da Jing. The five thousand Canglong Army swung their sabers neatly. When the iron hooves of the north wind and snow broke through the snow field, they shouted in unison: "Fight for Da Jing!"

The Kuroshio is overwhelming.