The Han must be here...but if we leave from here, everything we have done before will be in vain.
...The Han people would never simply kill them indiscriminately behind them.
Hu Duyan looked at the high priest who was walking to the tent to summon the messengers. He gritted his teeth and ignored being scolded again. He clenched a fist with one hand and pressed it on his left shoulder before kneeling down.
"High Priest! We can't evacuate. Feiyan Pass is about to be destroyed. If we evacuate, we will fall into the Han's plan. Maybe he is still laying an ambush halfway, waiting for us."
The high priest who was talking to the messenger stopped and turned around to look at Hu Duyan who was kneeling in the tent. There was an uncertain look in his eyes, and he obviously agreed with this sentence.
Hui Xie looked at Hu Duyan and was silent for a while, then raised his hand. The messenger on the side bowed his head and stepped back in understanding.
"Huduyan, do you think that Han man will ambush me halfway?"
"Given his character, he will definitely do it." Hu Duyan quickly stood up, walked out of the tent, raised one hand toward the night sky: "Hu Duyan swore to the White Wolf God, I have been in contact with that Han man several times, and I know his temper well.
We are also familiar with this strategy of the Han people. The purpose is to rescue Feiyan Pass. When we retreat in panic, we will intercept us halfway. The Jin soldiers and horses in the pass will definitely pursue us from behind once they know that we have withdrawn. High Priest,
This will definitely be the case once we withdraw."
"What you said is not unreasonable."
Huixie closed his eyes and nodded slowly, thinking, "The southerners are cunning..." He took a deep breath, and when he opened his eyes again, he no longer had the uneasy look, "His power alone is limited after all.
When he went deep into the grassland, he couldn't kill the Great Khan. Since he likes to slaughter tribes so much, let him kill him. Once he breaks through, I will repay him tenfold, but..."
Hunxie laughed.
"However, his goal is to rescue Feiyan Pass in front of him. If I step up my offensive, how will he choose? I think his expression will be very interesting."
After saying this, half of his robe was swept away with a "swish", and his arms were stretched out to the left and right. While grasping the palms, he said in a voice: "Now that you have decided, don't hesitate and don't give it to the Jin people in the city."
A breathing space for the monks."
"Wind Spirit, with my voice, makes enemies in the distance tremble."
He clapped his hands together in front of his chest, and the crisp sound suddenly turned into a whimpering wind. The tents around him were undulating and stirring, and the patrolling soldiers were all crouched down by the sudden wind.
Huixie was basking in the strong wind, and reached out to grab a small bag at his waist. He poured some powder out of his hand and sprinkled it into the sky, causing it to fly all over the sky.
"Go, roar in the night, and let the enemy's flesh and blood turn into the power of your rage."
The flying powder was like a sea of stars, one by one lit up, and rose into the sky under the influence of mana, faintly turning into the totem of a wolf.
"Earth spirit!"
Seemingly dissatisfied with this spell, Hunxie grabbed another handful of soil from the ground and rubbed it bit by bit on the ground, "You go too, and shake the barriers that hinder my steps."
The spilled soil accumulated into a small tip, but in the blink of an eye it penetrated into the ground, raised a small earth bag, and quickly spread towards the distant city gate.
Woo——
The sad howl of wolves resounded across the grassland. At Feiyan Pass in the distance, soldiers were working hard to carry corpses and consolidate wall stacks. Wounded soldiers were bandaged in the wounded barracks inside the pass.
A group of monks are also running here, using their own medicine to treat soldiers. Due to the uneven cultivation, some can reconnect the severed hands of the wounded soldiers, while others can only watch the other party's injuries being too serious.
Close your eyes little by little and lose your breath.
Yu Feihong was among them. He had a slightly higher status in Juling Mansion, and the pills in his hands were also excellent. Looking at the soldiers who had taken the pills and their breathing became calmer, and listening to the words of gratitude from the other party and even the soldiers around him, he felt in his heart
There is an indescribable sense of accomplishment.
This is different from the feeling of practicing Taoism.
"If you can save people in this way and keep more people alive, it doesn't matter if you become an evil cultivator."
Soon, he came out of the wounded soldiers camp and was led to a house by his waiting junior sister. He met the two elders, He Gui, and also met Liu Changgong and Yunlong, who were unable to afford their injuries.
The people gathered here are all cultivators from the north, and some are even evil cultivators who are usually jealous of anyone they meet.
"Everyone, no matter whether you were righteous monks in the past or you did what you wanted, today we have come together not for the sake of our family and country, but just to prevent the barbarians from succeeding and reducing the prestige of the Han people."
"I know, Headmaster Liu, I used to speak rudely to you in the past, but during these days at Feiyan Pass, I criticized you without saying a single word. If I survive, I will continue to scold you in the future, okay?"
The person who spoke was a figure, dressed in purple and black robes, about fifty or so, with a thick beard, and a pair of eyes looking over fiercely.
Liu Changgong chuckled.
"Okay, if you and I both survive, I will let you scold me for a few more days. After a few days, I will chase you all the way until you are convinced!"
The old man in purple and black robes also sneered and looked at Liu Changgong, then turned and walked aside, took out a piece of magic weapon to prepare for tomorrow's fight, and sat down under the eaves when he suddenly raised his face.
"Fuck, come as soon as you say."
The next moment, strong winds blew in the courtyard, blowing people's hair and stroking their beards. Old Taoist Yunlong stood up holding the door frame, "Comrades, it seems that the Huren High Priest is not going to rest, then we will continue to accompany you."
Just for fun, let this barbarian monk see my Chinese orthodoxy!"
"Ha ha!"
The surrounding monks all laughed, and when the tense atmosphere was gone, Yu Feihong also felt heroic in his heart, and clasped his fists around: "We will meet that barbarian priest!"
"Walk!"
One after another figures stood up with clasped fists, wrapped in Dharma light, and rushed out of the courtyard, flying to the city wall in front, and lined up on the wall sections according to their positions.
Some soldiers saw the help from the monks and felt confident. Some lit rockets and shot them into the night sky.
What caught everyone's eyes was the shadow of a huge wolf floating in the wind, opening its bloody mouth and biting towards the city wall.
"Everyone, don't hold back!" Guifushou's voice shouted.
Instantly.
Rays of Dharma light lit up from the hands of everyone, and they waved away one after another. The fat Taoist was among them, pulling away the crazy old man who wanted to step forward curiously to check. He raised the bronze heavy sword in his hand and shouted "Ah!" and threw it.
go out.
The Dharma light gathered and headed towards the city wall. The moment it came into contact with the huge bloody mouth, a loud bang exploded in the dark night.
…
The huge sound shook the whole country. Near the grassland hills to the west, Chen Yuan vaguely heard the sound. He turned his head and glanced to the east. Counting the time, the other party should be coming this way.
But there was no movement at all over there right now.
"The Yuejie barbarians still know how to strategize. What do you think we should do next?"
His voice drifted behind him, and the old cow stopped chewing the grass, fanned his ears and looked at the back of his master in confusion.
'Master, are you talking to me? What do I know? I'm just a cow...'
As it was going through its thoughts, before it opened its mouth to speak, a small wooden figure riding a red horse slowly came over on the ground next to him, dragging a wooden green dragon sword.
"That noise just now must be from the high priest of the Hu people who wants to compete with you to see who can lose his composure first."
"If it's a certain family, then just turn around and rush into the grassland. There are monks blocking it, and they won't be able to break it for a while, but those tribes of barbarians, haha..."
Lu Bu was followed, and he was also familiar with the grassland.
"Then let's compare with the barbarian high priest."
Chen Yuan took a deep breath, turned around, mounted the old bull, and galloped out, "Marquis Wen, you do the killing!"
While flying, Chen Yuan held up the magic weapon in his hand and raised his cuffs. The wooden gods flying behind him lost their divine light. Only Lu Bu, who was riding the rouge horse, fell to the ground. The wooden horse galloped with four hooves, and its figure gradually swelled in the wind.
, the long weapon in his hand became metallic in color, and as the branches scratched the ground, streaks of mud appeared. At the same time, above the enlarged war horse, there was a majestic figure, with sword eyebrows inserted into the temples, and his eyes showed majesty.
"Hahaha...hahahaha...a certain family is back again!
"
The figure rises and falls, the beast's face swallows its head, and the two crotch armors rub against each other. The long pheasant feathers sway, and there is the sound of hunting and caressing from the flower robe. A painted halberd drags on the ground, and the horrifying words resound.