"I can't stand it anymore, general!" The soldiers pressed their backs against the heavy city gate.
The city gate trembled under the violent impact again and again, shaking off the sand and stones.
This is the northern capital.
A few days ago, Xie Tingzhou led his army to leave the royal capital and head west to Yanliang Pass. However, the Beirong people crossed the snowy mountains during the truce and launched an attack on the royal capital. This was unprecedented since the kings of Beilin guarded the northern border. What happened.
Chang Heng led 20,000 Qingyun Guards to fight against the enemy, but the Beirong offensive was fierce and the strength of the two sides was greatly disparity. They retreated all the way to the royal capital, but they were still allowed to attack the city gate.
"boom--"
There was another violent impact, and the iron birch city gate made a slight click.
The soldier saw a crack in the thick latch.
"General, the city gate is about to be broken down!"
Chang Heng gritted his teeth and couldn't bear it anymore. He knew it very well.
I was lucky to have carried it for a few days. The Beirong people were too damn numerous. They carried it until now to buy as much time as possible for the people of the royal capital to evacuate.
"Move the things!" Chang Heng shouted: "Move the tables, chairs, beds and stools to fill the street."
They used tables, chairs and benches to block the city entrance. If the city was destroyed, they would burn the road with fire to prevent them from advancing.
This is Chang Heng's last resort to stop the Xijue people, and there is no other way.
Chang Heng knew that the prince had gone to rescue Yanliang Pass, and they would have no reinforcements. If the soldiers could hold on for a moment longer, the people would be able to evacuate more and escape farther.
The sound of horse hooves trampled on the street.
"Let them go back!" shouted the man on the horse.
Chang Heng turned around and saw the old prince riding on a horse, holding in his hand the spear that once swept across the northern battlefield.
"It's the old prince!" "The old prince!"
The voices of soldiers rang out in the Western Zhou Dynasty.
Xie Guangzong smiled in the wind, "Why add the word "老"? They call me old."
Chang Heng hurriedly stepped forward, "Didn't the prince lead the people to evacuate? How can he come back again?"
In his prime, Xie Guangzong was a person who frightened Beirong. Later, his son inherited his mantle.
Xie Tingzhou was more talented than him and was more tactically flexible than him.
But what Xie Guangzong is most dissatisfied with is the old character.
Xie Guangzong lowered his body on the horse and looked at Chang Heng, his eyes still full of pressure.
"Beirong is my defeated general. I will not retreat. The people have evacuated. I will fight them today!"
Qingyun Guard: "Swear to the death to follow the prince and kill the enemy!"
"The city gate is about to be breached. Everyone, please move back!" Xie Guangzong ordered.
The Qingyun Guards blocked the street. In front of them, the former Beilin King who would never back down was immediately at the forefront.
Xie Guangzong has guarded the north for decades, and throughout his life as a soldier, he has long since tempered his preference for death over surrender into his bones and blood. He will not retreat, he will fight until the last moment.
boom--
The city gate was struck again by a crash.
The streets of the royal capital were very quiet, and all the soldiers of Qingyun Guard made no sound.
boom--
Their eyes were fixed, staring ahead.
boom--
Xie Guangzong slowly raised the spear in his hand and pointed at the city gate.
"Soldiers! Follow me and fight -!"
boom--
The city gate fell down with a loud bang on the ground.
Xie Guangzong took the lead and rushed forward in the hunting north wind.
The old prince's hair was white at the temples, and the traces of time had climbed onto his face, but they had not been able to erode his eyes that held the edge of sharp blades.
He has carried the northern defense line for half his life, and his dream is to travel through mountains and rivers, but as long as there is an invasion by foreign enemies, he will still stand here.
The clash of weapons made a sound, and the sound of killings filled the streets at the city gate.
The Qingyun Guards were like a wall blocking here, allowing the Beirong people to see their edge during the confrontation.
Densely packed Beirong people rushed in from the city gate and fell down at the city gate. Qingyun Guards also fell.
The Beirong people continued to surge forward like a wave, but the city gates and streets were not wide enough to surround the Qingyun Guards, so they could only attack from the front. There was a steady stream of Beirong soldiers outside the city.
The spear in Xie Guangzong's hand pierced the bodies of countless Beirong people. Chang Heng fought with his sword, cutting down the enemy soldiers who came forward one after another.
Looking back, Chang Heng saw the Beirong men cutting off the legs of Xie Guangzong's horse, and Xie Guangzong rolled to the ground.
"Prince!" Chang Heng wanted to rush over.
Xie Guangzong rolled aside, and the Beirong man's scimitar struck the place where he had just fallen.
"Behind!" Xie Guangzong shouted.
A knife grazed Chang Heng's temple. Chang Heng turned around and saw the knife piercing the head of the Beirong man behind him.
"Haha." Xie Guangzong laughed and said while beating him: "I want you to save me, so take care of yourself."
Laughter soared into the sky, and Qingyun Guard's face actually showed a smile amidst Xie Guangzong's laughter.
"It's cool!" Chang Heng chopped off the arm of a Beirong man.
The passage at the city gate was piled with corpses like a hill.
The bodies of the Beirong people pressed against the bodies of the Qingyun Guards, and the Qingyun Guards pressed against the Beirong people.
The Qingyun Guards retreated during the fight. They all knew that this battle would be lost, but they all wanted to kill one more Beirong man.
Xie Guangzong suddenly held the scimitar of a Beirong man. He felt the opponent's strength and his arms were pressed down.
The man was young, burly, and physically strong. He was the son of Shanyu Beirong.
The former God of War has grown old, and he cannot stop the young Beirong general.
Xie Guangzong was slashed on the shoulder during the melee and suffered many injuries on his body, but he felt no pain and was still fighting the enemy.
Chang Heng touched Xie Guangzong's side and fought with him. He couldn't let the old prince die here.
"Old Prince."
When Xie Guangzong heard the familiar voice, before he could turn around, Chang Heng pushed him back and quickly pushed him to the Qingyun Guard behind him.
He said with heavy breathing: "You two take the old prince away!"
Chang Heng and the remaining Qingyun Guards blocked the way of the Beirong people, and he heard the sound of horse hooves gradually receding.
"Kill the enemy!" Chang Heng roared and waved his knife.
The sound of horse hooves faded away and gradually got closer again.
"Fuck your mother! What are you doing back here!" Chang Heng finished scolding, but suddenly felt something was wrong.
The sound of horse hooves is getting closer and closer, like the roar of thunder.
"It's reinforcements!" Qingyun Guard shouted.
The black-armored cavalry came over from the street, and the dense iron hooves made the ground tremble slightly.
The biting north wind made Xie Tingzhou's cloak whistle. He reined up his horse in the middle of the long street and looked at the leader of Beirong through the fighting crowd.
"Hu, Yan, Tuo!" Xie Tingzhou said every word.
Huyantuo laughed on the horse, "Long time no see, thank you Tingzhou."
