Chapter 18 Qingyun Guard

The sound of killing at Yanliang Pass was deafening.

The sound of horse hooves, roars, and wails were mixed together and almost broke through the sky. There were soldiers everywhere and corpses everywhere.

The soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty, who had been hungry for several days, used their remaining strength to draw their swords to resist the iron hooves and butcher knives of the Western Jue people.

This was not a war, but an encirclement and massacre from inside and outside.

Shen Yu led a team of people to rush in from the edge, snatched a long sword from the Western Jue people, and chopped him down with a horizontal sword. She heard Kong Qing shouting behind her: "Miss, be careful, let's go find the general."

Shen Yu's eyes were red, and blood mist had already appeared. The long sword had a gap, so she threw it away and replaced it.

Her arms waved instinctively, and she didn't know how many heads of the Western Jue people she had chopped off.

The enemy was strong and we were weak, the enemy was numerous and we were few, and the soldiers of the Great Zhou Dynasty became more and more decadent, retreating to Yanliang Pass while fighting.

Shen Yu kicked a Xijue soldier in the chest, used the force to flip onto the horse's back, and turned the knife in her hand while in the air, neatly wiping the neck of the Xijue soldier on the horse.

This series of actions happened in just a moment.

The back of the knife slapped the horse's buttocks, and the horse raised its front hooves high and rushed into the crowd. She crawled on the horse's back, harvesting a head from time to time.

She fought hard, but the Great Zhou was still retreating step by step. Less than a mile behind them was the towering wall of Yanliang Pass, but the gate there was closed, and it was not their retreat at all.

The closer to death, the more human fear began to take over.

Some soldiers ran to Yanliang Pass, slapping and hitting the heavy gate frantically, asking to let them in, but the gate did not shake at all.

The Xijue people were constantly shrinking the battle line. The remaining soldiers of the Great Zhou were less than 20,000, trapped in this land, and what awaited them was the final strangulation.

The timid people couldn't help but whimper, and the sound was swept by the cold wind, sounding even more desolate.

Shen Yu shook off the blood on the long sword and looked around, but still didn't see the figures of her father and brother.

The Western Jue people launched a general attack, and groups of Western Jue people in crow-brown iron armor pressed towards the city gate, as if they could flatten the land in an instant.

Everyone saw despair in the other's eyes, and also saw the determination to go all out.

"Kill a few more Western Jue people."

"We died for what we deserved, happy!"

"Kill--!"

Shen Yu felt that she could no longer swing the knife. She could no longer cut off the other's head with one knife. The man's neck was bleeding and he fell down with his head tilted.

She was exhausted, and after cutting off one person's arm with one knife, the tip of the knife stood on the ground.

I don't know how many knives I have broken, how many people I have killed, my palms were torn, and she tied the knife to her hand with a cloth strip.

Now all I can think about is where is my father? Where is my brother?

It shouldn't be like this. Her rebirth is not to relive the pain of the past, absolutely not.

But, who can come to help me, just give me a hand, I just want them to live.

She couldn't lift her strength anymore and knelt on one knee.

The moment her knee touched the ground, the earth seemed to tremble in an instant.

Shen Yu supported the ground with one hand, her palm sank into the blood mud, and she could still feel the vibration under her hand, and it was getting more and more obvious.

"Reinforcements!"

"It's reinforcements!"

She looked up and saw the overwhelming black armor rushing from the south, surging like waves under the sky, and the snow waves rolled up one layer higher than the other.

The world was shaking, and the black armor team rushed over, spread its wings, and surrounded the Western Jue people.

Someone suddenly shouted loudly: "It's the Qingyun Guards from Beilin!"

"Boom--"

The long-closed city gate finally made a dull sound.

Countless black-armored soldiers rushed out of the wide-open city gate, forming a three-sided encirclement.

The situation suddenly reversed.

Yes, it's not time to accept fate yet.

Shen Yu didn't know where she got the strength from, and stood up with the help of a knife.

She slowly untied the cloth wrapped around her hands, and when a Xijue man attacked her, she drew her knife and raised it. A blood mark appeared on the face of the Xijue man, and his tall body fell to the ground with a bang.

Shen Yu dropped the knife, turned around with her toes, and the long knife flew out and instantly sank into the chest of a Xijue man.

She picked up a knife and killed again.

The city gate was towering into the clouds, and the black-blue battle flag stood on the top, fluttering in the wind, with a light blue cloud on it.

Xie Tingzhou looked at the city below, and his eyes were slightly squinted by the wind, which made his eyebrows and eyes look even colder.

The deputy general stood by his side without saying a word, but his face was so gloomy that water could be squeezed out of it.

It was really cruel. One hundred thousand troops were blocked outside the pass, starving and becoming lambs to be slaughtered by the Western Jue people. The Western Jue people killed the soldiers of the Great Zhou as animals, but they were soldiers who had followed Shen Zhongan through the knife mountain.

"Huh." Deputy General Chang Heng leaned on the parapet and stretched his neck. He stared for a while and suddenly said, "Wow, good boy, there is such a person in Shen Zhongan's army. This knife is used well."

Xie Tingzhou followed his gaze and looked. The high ground was occupied here, and the battlefield movements were clear at a glance. It didn't take much effort to see the man.

It was really that the man was too eye-catching among the thousands of troops. He would draw blood when he drew his knife. He killed one person every three steps. Wherever he went, the corpses of the Western Jue people lay at his feet. Like a sharp blade, he avoided the enemy army with great momentum.

The man stood in the chaos, holding a knife in each hand. When the enemy's long knife chopped down, he blocked it with his left hand, and swung his right hand back, instantly cutting off one person's neck.

The donated blood spurted out, and the man was covered in blood, as if he had been dipped in the blood pool of hell.

The long knife was bent, so he changed to another one, but he never stopped.

Xie Tingzhou also had good kung fu under his command, but none of them were as desperate as this man.

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