The firelight danced, and the strong wind echoed in the military camp.
The soldiers guarding the camp huddled up and cursed the weather.
The wind became stronger and stronger, the snow fell heavier and heavier, and the soldiers' vision became increasingly blurred.
But with the weather like this, the Sui soldiers probably froze to death in the snow without them encircling them.
The entire hills were completely white, and there was a suffocating chill in the air.
"Huh? What is that!" the Turkic soldier exclaimed.
A huge figure came out of the darkness, a black cow?
"Cow? Why are there cows here?"
"I guess someone ran away from it."
Another Turkic soldier said excitedly, "I've got some to eat this time, roast beef!"
The Turkic soldier licked his lips.
Several people gathered around and were about to take the cow back and kill it for meat.
Under the moonlight, a figure descended from the sky.
The bright sword light was like a crescent moon, passing over their heads like a gust of wind and falling in front of them.
In the blink of an eye, three people fell.
"Enemy attack!!"
With a loud roar, the silent night was torn apart.
Everyone was startled and looked back.
I saw nearly a thousand savage-like beings jumping out of the dark trees.
They rushed over while screaming.
The Turks responded extremely quickly, but the total number of broken troops rushing over was several times theirs.
Li Ping'an rode an old bull and brandished a broadsword.
There was a burst of hacking all around, rocks were flying, and trees were broken.
The sword wind roared with terrifying force.
"rush!!"
Some people's weapons were chopped off, and some were knocked off their horses by the force of the attack.
Some people barely managed to withstand the blow, but their arms were numb from the shock.
To rush to camp is to rely on a burst of energy, and this energy dissipates.
This group of defeated soldiers had no way to survive.
You can only rush, and rush without fear of death.
A roar erupted from the crowd, and a strong Turkic man rushed out with a spear, screaming and rushing forward.
In a moment, several dead souls of Sui's defeated soldiers were added to the guns.
He is a warrior who goes out with the army.
This is why Li Ping'an is unwilling to confront the army alone.
Every army will more or less have some warriors who accompany the army on expeditions.
After experiencing countless life and death battles, he has developed excellent strength.
It's not something that a simple martial artist can compete with.
Coupled with the cooperation of the army, it is like a ferocious beast.
Those Qi practitioners whose goal is immortality will avoid them when they meet them.
After all, the former seeks victory, while the latter seeks enlightenment and immortality.
It's just that there were too many people who broke out and rushed over, which greatly delayed the steps of several warriors accompanying the army.
Let Li Ping'an find an opportunity and lead several elites to open a hole.
Swords and swords flashed, flesh and blood flew everywhere.
The sound of fighting is getting louder and louder, more chaotic and intense.
Two hills rise like horns, with a flat land in the middle.
The Turks were stationed in two places, so that no matter which side was attacked, the other side would be prepared.
The defeated army of the Great Sui Dynasty rushed down the hillside and rushed towards the last hill.
Arrows rained like rain, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.
"Whoosh!!"
A sharp arrow passed by Li Ping'an's ear.
However, the man behind him was not as skilled as Li Ping'an, so he was shot straight on.
Piercing screams came one after another. Some people fell down and some rolled over, but no one stopped.
Because if they stop now, death is waiting for them.
Only by rushing forward and rushing forward can there be a way to survive.
The rain of arrows only temporarily delayed the onrushing crowd.
Some of the defeated soldiers raised their shields, and some raised their armor for protection.
However, the Turks' arrow rain was too dense.
It was as if we were facing a wall, so dark that it was difficult to cross.
"It's the Turks' arrow array!!"
Someone yelled.
Everyone's faces showed expressions of despair.
Li Ping'an opened his palm, revealing half of the rice paper with the word "风" written on it.
Zhao Mu and others also followed Li Pingan's instructions and took out the word "wind" that Li Pingan had given them in advance.
Li Ping'an took a deep breath and spit it out word by word.
"The wind is blowing!"
It's loud and clear.
The wind blew from behind, blowing from the gradually dissipating gunpowder smoke, carrying the smell of bones and iron blood, the sound of horse hooves and the sound of swords and guns fighting.
The flying snow rolled up all over the sky and hit people's faces, shields, and armor rivets.
Making a crackling sound,
"boom--!!"
A large clearing was plowed out on the snowy ground. The snow was blown everywhere by the wind, and even several trees were blown down.
The dense rain of arrows dissipated in the strong wind.
"Rush over! Go home."
This group of desperate soldiers showed an indomitable spirit at this moment, which was a tragic spirit.
Climbing over gullies, gullies and obstacles, we rushed into the enemy's formation.
Under the snowy night, they were greeted by extremely brave Turkic soldiers.
The moonlight shines on their armor, reflecting the cold light and making people shudder.
The Turks thought they were coming to attack the camp, so they fought extraordinarily bravely.
However, in fact, these people just wanted to break out of the enemy's encirclement and return to the Sui army.
Although the defeated troops were numerous in number, they had traveled a long distance and fled again.
Naturally, their combat power could not be compared with that of the Turks who were waiting for work, and even most of the weapons in their hands were picked up.
Therefore, Li Ping'an did not lead them to annihilate the enemy at the beginning, but rushed out.
It's just that things that are planned may sometimes go wrong.
For example, at this moment, the resistance of the Turks exceeded expectations.
And the combat effectiveness of this group of defeated soldiers at the moment of death also exceeded their expectations.
Because everyone knows that rushing out is their only hope.
There are several strong warriors in the defeated army. Although they cannot defeat one against a hundred, they can still defeat one against ten.
Li Pingan held the staff knife in his hand, and his nose was filled with the smell of blood and wind and snow.
Blood streaked along the blade, soaking into the snowy night and dyeing a sea of blood red.