The remaining 30,000 to 40,000 Green Wolf troops on the top of Fierce Yin Mountain are constructing the shrine in an orderly manner.
After months of hard work, the altar is more than thirty feet high. Relying on the Jieyin Mountain, which is already more than a thousand feet tall, the altar looks like it reaches straight into the sky from a distance.
The Liao general responsible for supervising the remaining Green Wolf Army is named Yangtulu, and he is a veteran general who is nearly fifty years old.
He is prudent and steady in his work, so Mr. Mu can safely leave the task of guarding the shrine to him.
With the collapse of Kuyue Mountain, the only sacred mountain in the four counties of the Western Territory, the climate in the Western Territory has become extremely cold, and this is even more so on the top of the Fierce Yin Mountain in the far west.
Yangtulu looked at the flying snow in the sky, took out a wine bag from his arms, raised his head and took a big gulp.
This is not because he neglected his duty, although drinking in the army is a taboo for troops marching and fighting.
But Jieyin Mountain is really too cold. If there is no strong wine to drive away the cold, many ordinary soldiers may not be able to endure it. Therefore, the soldiers responsible for building the shrine on Jieyin Mountain are equipped with a pot of strong wine.
Wine is used to ward off the cold.
"I don't know when this day will end." Yang Tulu sighed in his heart.
He misses his home a little bit...
This kind of emotion was the first time that Sheep Tulu, who had spent half his life in the military, had such emotions.
Maybe it's because he's too old, or maybe it's because this march is so different from every other expedition in the past.
Yangtulu will always miss his hometown at some point.
He missed the fertile grassland at home, the goat's milk wine brewed by his wife, and the silvery laughter of his daughter and son when he lay on the ground with his children at night and counted the stars.
In the past, he always felt that the people of Wuyang lived in a prosperous city and lived a life like gods, but the land they lived in only had a large area of desert. For the grassland, the tribe had to travel long distances every once in a while. This was a very big thing.
Something unfair.
He had always wanted to follow the general to defeat the Wuyang people and obtain fertile land for his people.
But now, such thoughts are suddenly no longer so strong.
It seems that the people of Wuyang are not living so well.
Some people have been displaced, and some have had their families destroyed.
Compared with the Liao people living in Zhucao, the people of Wuyang also have their own troubles, but in a different way. No one may live more comfortably than the other...
Thinking of this, Yangtulu sighed and looked back at the soldiers behind him. After more than a month of hard days, the faces of these soldiers were now full of exhaustion.
"Let's all take a rest." Yangtulu said at this time.
Hearing this, the soldiers stopped in place one after another. They sat on the ground, most of them not thinking of talking to each other. They were just breathing heavily at that time, as if to calm down their own breaths.
This is really not an easy job. After more than a month, nearly a thousand Liao troops were exhausted to death.
Mr. Mu is strict in his work and has strict requirements on the progress of the construction period. Sometimes the soldiers are so tired that they don't even have time to eat. After the shift, they can just eat and sleep...
"I don't know if the Chinese army's camp has been recaptured." Yangtulu thought, and then glanced at the soldiers behind him. He was somewhat looking forward to the completion of the shrine soon. After all, according to the general, the shrine will be completed soon.
If they succeed, gods will come to the world to help them unify the world.
In the past, Yang Tulu wouldn't believe it at all.
But from what the general said, he didn't have the slightest doubt.
Yangtulu didn't have any great ambitions. He just wanted to finish these things quickly so that he could return to his grassland and reunite with his wife and children.
Everyone rested like this for about a quarter of an hour. Yangtulu stood up, patted the snow on his body, and then said: "Okay, let's work."
The soldiers behind him stood up after hearing the words, and one of them was about to lift the rope pulling the boulder, but at this moment.
call out!
A sound that broke through the air suddenly came.
At this moment, a flying arrow hit the soldier's chest.
Blood spurted out and splashed on the face of the soldier next to him. He was in a daze and had not yet reacted.
But the next moment, more flying arrows poured down from all around like a torrential rain.
In just the blink of an eye, hundreds of people died under the rain of arrows.
"Enemy attack! Form a formation!" Yangtulu was the first to react. He quickly pulled out the knife from his waist and shouted loudly.
But these Liao soldiers who stayed on the top of the mountain were exhausted from building the shrine. Their armor and swords were extremely heavy. In order to save energy, most of them did not wear those heavy things at all.
Wear casual clothes to keep out the cold.
At this moment, the enemy troops were attacking. They didn't expect it at all, and they immediately went into chaos.
"Don't panic! Go to the camp and take out the swords. I will lead my men to stop the enemy." Yang Tulu was calm and quickly saw the chaos on the field.
He shouted loudly, and a group of personal guards responsible for security gathered around him at this time.
At the same time, under the cliff, a large number of Wuyang troops rushed out from there like divine soldiers descending from the sky. Following the roar of the young man at the head, many Wuyang soldiers surrounded and killed them.
Yangtulu was shocked when he saw the young man leading the charge holding a black epee, which was very consistent with the rumored Crown Prince Li.
It was difficult for him to understand why Wuyang's army, which was supposed to be fighting the main force of the Qinglang tribe at the foot of the mountain, suddenly came here. He also didn't have the time and thought to think about it carefully. He could only bite the bullet at this moment and lead his men.
The soldiers who still had some fighting strength came forward and faced Wuyang's army head-on, in order to buy more time for the Liao army.
Although Yangtulu was very determined, the Wuyang people were obviously well prepared. At the first contact, more than half of the more than a thousand elite soldiers he brought were beheaded by the Wuyang people, and they were about to be surrounded by the enemy.
Fortunately, most of his personal guards were loyal to him. They surrounded him and used their lives as a guarantee to forcefully cut a bloody path for Yangtulu and let him retreat to the altar.
The Wuyang people did not intend to let them go, and the army pressed forward step by step.
The original strategy of delaying time was dismantled, and a large number of soldiers had no time to retrieve their blades. Instead, the Wuyang people who were killed were forced to the altar.
"General, what should we do now!" the adjutant beside him asked at that time.
Yangtulu was also a little panicked, but at this moment, he suddenly remembered something and took out a kit from his arms.
That was what Mr. Mu left for him when he took the main force to support the Major General. He told him that once their main force was defeated by the Wuyang people and they lost control, he could use the strategies in this kit to solve possible problems.
The troubles faced.
Although the situation in front of me was different from what Mr. Mu had expected, under such trouble, it seemed that I could only see if there was any way to break the situation in Mr. Mu's bag of tips.
With such thoughts, Yangtulu had no time to think about it anymore, so he quickly opened the kit and looked at it carefully. His face changed at that moment, and his expression became dignified and strange.
The adjutant next to him probably also knew about the bag of tips left by Mr. Mu. He also placed his hope on this thing and hurriedly asked at that time.
Said: "General, what did Mr. Mu say?"
Yangtulu was obviously in a daze. When he heard this, he came back to his senses. His body trembled, and he crumpled the letter in his arms. He looked panicked, as if he was afraid that the thing would be looked at by others.
"Let the soldiers take refuge in the altar!" he said.
The adjutant next to him was stunned when he heard this, with a strange expression: "This..."
There are 30,000 Qinglang tribe soldiers on the top of the mountain at the moment. Although this sacred platform is tall and majestic, covering an area of more than ten feet and being more than 20 feet high, if you want to accommodate 30,000 people, it will be almost a million people.
It is an impossible thing. Even if everyone is forced into this sacred platform, is it possible that the people of Wuyang will let them go?
Doesn’t this turn yourself into a turtle in a urn?
"Follow orders and don't ask anything else!" Yangtulu said in a cold voice at this moment, without giving the adjutant beside him a chance to ask questions.
At this critical moment, the adjutant had no time to argue with Yangtulu. Even though his heart was full of doubts, he could only say at this moment: "Enter the altar!"
Most of the surrounding soldiers were unarmed. Seeing most of their companions being massacred by the Wuyang people, they were already panicking for a while. When they heard someone commanding them, they didn't have time to think too much. At this moment, they all rushed towards the altar.
Although the altar is large, the entrance is only three or four people wide. Tens of thousands of people poured in together and immediately pushed each other. Many people were pushed to the ground in the process. The panicked crowd did not give him half a day at all.
The opportunity to stand up was directly trampled to death by everyone. Such a scene was too cruel. In just a quarter of an hour, the number of Liao people who died under their own feet actually exceeded the number who died under the swords of Wu Yang's army.
Such a thing was so ridiculous that even Li Danqing frowned when he saw it, not to mention the Liao people.
"Your Majesty, where are they?" Gongsun Zhi stepped forward at this moment, looked at Li Danqing and asked.
Li Danqing's plan this time was also unexpected. The main force of the Qinglang Division was dispatched. As early as two days ago, Wu Yang's army had already reached the foot of Xieyin Mountain, bypassing the opponent's eyes and ears, and chose the most dangerous mountain face.
, climbed up slowly, until today, when the Liao army was gone, they showed up and captured the top of this fierce mountain in an unexpected way.
The whole process went surprisingly smoothly. Li Danqing was originally worried about whether there would be Liao scouts on the mountain road, but the facts proved that he was indeed overly worried.
Their sudden attack was unexpected by the Liao people. After rushing into the formation, the Liao people were defeated and were beaten back steadily.
At this moment, the Liao army was even more panic-stricken. They all rushed towards the altar behind them, with almost no resistance at all.
Just when Gongsun Zhi saw that the overall situation had been decided, he freed up his hands and asked Li Danqing what he thought of the absurd scene before him.
Li Danqing also shook his head when he heard this. He also did not understand why the Liao generals made such a decision.
But now Li Danqing is no longer merciful. He said: "Let the soldiers prepare their crossbows and kill as many as they can."
Gongsun Zhi was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then he came to his senses. He nodded, turned around and announced Li Danqing's order.
The army immediately stopped chasing the panicked Liao army, and then a series of crossbow arrows were set up in front of the formation.
Sharp arrows were like rain, pouring out towards the Liao people in an instant.
The Liao people huddled together in front of the altar. Compared with the blades, the dense crossbow arrows were weapons that were easier to kill. Wherever the sharp arrows passed, the Liao people wailed and fell into pieces.
Fall down.
But in just a quarter of an hour, a river of blood flowed in front of the altar, and corpses lay everywhere...