We have fought to the Arctic Circle, and you want me to inherit the throne?

That night.

As night falls, a crescent moon hangs in the sky, and the silver moonlight sprinkles on the vast grassland, reflecting a tranquil scene.

Eight hundred elite cavalrymen held their tongues in their mouths and their horses' hooves were wrapped to prevent any noise from being made during the march.

The horses selected were the strongest warhorses in the army, and they were covered with temporary vests made of leather.

The eight hundred men were all veterans of the National Protection Army, skilled in archery and horsemanship, and had rich combat experience.

The soldiers wore three layers of leather armor, which was not as thick as iron armor but still provided a certain degree of protection.

Yang Xuan was dressed in a tight suit, with two goose-feather swords tucked behind his back and his conspicuous fiery red cloak put away.

** Zhi, Jie An and others accompanied him all the way with concern, and were still trying to persuade him even at the city gate.

"Miss, why don't we get someone else to go?" Xie An said with a worried look on his face. "Attacking the enemy camp at night is too dangerous. If something goes wrong, how can we face the Marshal?"

Yang Xuan said calmly, "My life is my life, and so are the lives of my fellow soldiers in the National Protection Army. This is a matter of life and death. If my father were here, he would agree to let me go."

Jie An sighed, realizing that Yang Xuan had made up her mind, and stopped trying to persuade her.

Instead, he looked at Jie Quan standing beside him and said gently, "Second brother, you must be careful this time. It's not easy for the three of us brothers to support each other and get to where we are now. Don't be too greedy and rush into things. You must..."

Jie Quan had never heard his elder brother speak so softly and gently, and his nose felt sore.

"Brother, don't worry, I..."

"Listen to me." Jie An waved his hand, "You must protect the young lady, otherwise I will not let you go!"

Full solution: . . .

Sometimes I really want to do a blood test...

After a stick of incense, the west gate quietly opened a crack.

Yang Xuan and Jie Quan were in the front, and eight hundred elite cavalrymen followed silently behind them.

Half of the cavalrymen had a grenade hanging from their waists.

There are only 800 grenades left in the National Protection Army. It is impossible to take all of them at the risk of one gamble. At least half of them must be left for defending the city.

A group of cavalrymen took advantage of the moonlight to sneak towards the Khitan camp. It was midnight and the camp was silent.

Less than a hundred steps away from the camp, Yang Xuan looked at Jie Quan, who had a serious expression and nodded slightly.

Yang Xuan shouted in a low voice: "Get ready!"

Everyone took off their bows from the victory hooks (hook-shaped weapon racks installed on the saddles) next to the saddles, and took out red cloaks from behind and put them on.

Yang Xuan also put on a red cloak, took something off her waist and put it on her face.

Jie An turned around and took a deep breath.

But I saw a green-faced, fang-toothed ghost face, which was extremely creepy under the moonlight.

"How?" Yang Xuan's voice came from under the ghost face.

Jie An wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said, "Very good, very good."

After all, Yang Xuan is a girl with a pretty face, so it is inevitable that she will be underestimated by the enemy on the battlefield.

After joining the Fengtian Army, I heard Li Che say unintentionally at a party:

In ancient times, there was a general who was often ridiculed by his enemies because of his handsome appearance.

So every time he went into battle, he would let his hair down, wear a bronze mask, charge at the front, and kill the enemy soldiers until they cried for their parents. Gradually, he became famous.

The other generals just thought it was a strange thing and didn't pay any attention to it. Only Yang Xuan kept it in mind.

So she asked a craftsman from the Gongzheng Institute to help her make a copper mask with a ghost face.

As soon as he put on the ghost mask, his temperament suddenly became gloomy.

Yang Xuan slowly took out two goose-feather knives from behind, looked towards the gate of the enemy camp, and said in a low voice:

"National Protection Army, charge!"

"kill!"

Eight hundred men roared in unison, their war horses neighed, and their red cloaks fluttered in the night wind, like balls of fire burning in the darkness.

Their horses galloped out like arrows and reached the entrance of the local camp in an instant.

The sentry at the gate was startled and was about to blow the horn to report the news.

But then the eight hundred elite cavalrymen raised their bows in unison, and a rain of arrows fell.

Arrows covered the entire gate area, and soon it was filled with the corpses of Khitan soldiers.

The gate of the enemy camp was a barrier made of thick wood and inlaid with iron nails, which looked extremely strong.

The cavalrymen in front threw out the hooks with ropes in their hands and hooked them onto the various protrusions on the wooden door.

With a few roars, the cavalrymen's horses rushed in the opposite direction, and the gate made a series of teeth-grinding noises and cracked into pieces.

Rumbling--

The gate collapsed with a loud bang, and the cavalry poured into the enemy camp like a tide, with shouts of killing echoing in the night sky.

The Khitan soldiers woke up from their sleep and frantically searched for weapons, but their reaction was too slow.

The cavalry of the National Protection Army quickly moved between the tents, and the sword lights flashed with the light of death in the dim campfire.

Yang Xuan, wearing a ghost mask, rushed to the front. The goose-feather knife in his hand slashed across the neck of the Khitan soldier who was rushing towards him, and several blood arrows shot out.

Jie Quan chopped down a Khitan lieutenant who rushed towards him with one sword. The surge of adrenaline made his face flushed and his whole body hot.

After shaking off the blood stains on the knife, Jie Quan shouted to Yang Xuan in front of him:

"Miss, do you want to throw a grenade?"

Yang Xuan replied: "No, wait until more people gather!"

Chaos began to break out in the Khitan camp, with soldiers pushing each other and trying to escape from this sudden disaster.

The chaos in the enemy camp turned into panic, and finally into a camp roar.

The Khitan soldiers fled in all directions, slashing at anyone who tried to approach them with their weapons. Only some soldiers remained calm under the scolding of their officers.

This is the camp roar. When soldiers are extremely nervous or tired, they will suddenly lose their minds, shout and scream, and even kill each other.

What's so scary about it? It can cause a well-trained army to collapse in an instant and lose its basic combat effectiveness.

The most terrifying thing is that if no one comes out to stop it, the fear and panic will spread until it covers the entire camp.

This kind of madness is contagious and will in turn affect the enemy.

The cavalrymen of the National Protection Army were in high spirits, killing indiscriminately as if they had lost their minds. One cavalryman even dared to chase hundreds of people.

"Don't go any deeper, Miss!" Jie Quan bit the tip of his tongue to keep himself awake. "That's enough. Gather the brothers and retreat!"

The results of tonight's battle are enough. The Khitan army that suffered the camp roar must have suffered at least several thousand casualties or even more.

After all, the enemy has 100,000 troops, and we only have 800. If we go deeper, we will definitely be trapped.

In ancient warfare, numbers were king. They had already caused enough damage in the enemy camp, but their military strength was limited after all, and they could not engage with the enemy for a long time.

Even if Zhang Liao was so powerful at Xiaoyaojin that he defeated 100,000 with only 800 men, that was a surprise attack when the Wu army was not yet firmly established, which is very different from the current situation.

Yang Xuan hung his goose-feather knife at his side, looked at the frantic crowd around him, and nodded: "Blow the assembly call and raise the flag!"

A knight beside him took out a bugle and blew it desperately.

Another cavalryman raised a red flag.

Hearing the familiar trumpet sound, a glimmer of clarity flashed in the eyes of the Knights of the National Defense Army, and they began to gather towards the flag.

After all, he is a veteran of hundreds of battles and has excellent reaction ability.

The cavalry gathered again, and Yang Xuan glanced around and saw only more than 600 cavalrymen left.

"Retreat! If you're blocked, use grenades!"

The cavalrymen galloped out of the camp, and when they encountered enemy troops blocking their way, they lit several grenades and threw them over.

Continuous explosions were heard, and Khitan soldiers were hit by fragments flying out from the grenade explosion and fell down one after another.

Fires shot into the sky and smoke filled the air.

These grenades not only blew up a large number of enemy troops, but more importantly, they caused greater confusion and panic among the enemy troops.

The Khitan soldiers were panicked. They didn't know where the explosions came from or what would happen next, and they were even more unable to pursue.

Yang Xuan and others threw grenades along the way, which only blew the Khitan soldiers off their horses and made them dare not move forward.

We made our way to the edge of the camp without any obstruction.

Seeing the camp gate ahead, the knights' faces showed joy.

Suddenly, there was a heavy sound of horse hooves.

Yang Xuan shuddered and looked to the side.

A row of shiny armor appeared in the night, with no end in sight, and approached them rapidly.

"Armored cavalry!"

There were actually armored cavalry in the Khitan army, and there seemed to be at least eight or nine hundred of them!

Yang Xuan bit her teeth lightly: "Grenade, blow them up!"

Dozens of grenades were lit and thrown in front of the charging armored cavalry.

The moment the armored cavalry arrived in front, the grenade suddenly exploded, and huge smoke swept across the entire cavalry.

Cries of pain and the neighing of war horses were heard, and the armored cavalry was suddenly thrown into panic.

The thick smoke gradually dissipated, but Yang Xuan's brows were furrowed.

"No!" Yang Xuan's ears moved, and he felt a strong sense of unease in his heart, "Retreat, retreat quickly!"

Just as he finished speaking, a horse head covered in iron armor jumped out from the thick smoke, and the lance in the knight's hand flashed coldly in the moonlight.

In the rear, more and more armored cavalry rushed out from the smoke and silently charged towards the National Protection Army cavalry!

A grenade can knock down a few armored cavalrymen, or even dozens of them, but it is not enough when facing thousands of organized armored cavalrymen.

Seeing the other party's armor pattern clearly, Jie Quan's pupils shrank sharply and he shouted, "Miss, it's the Pi Shi Army!"

If the Khitan Wolf Cavalry is the elite of the cavalry outside the Great Wall, then the Pi Shi Army is the elite among the elite.

As one of the few heavily armored cavalry outside the Great Wall, their reputation spread far and wide, and they had never been defeated.

The cavalrymen of the National Protection Army whipped their horses wildly and ran desperately out of the camp.

After Jie Quan held the long knife pad, he looked back and felt his scalp tingling.

The distance between him and the Pi Shi army not only did not widen, but was shrinking little by little.

Although the war horses on their side were not wearing armor, they had been fighting in the camp for a long time and had lost some of their strength.

Although the war horses of the Pi Shi Army were carrying extremely heavy loads, they were fresh troops who had just joined the battle, and their instantaneous burst of speed was astonishing.

Jie Quan turned around and looked at Yang Xuan who was at the front of the team, a trace of sorrow flashing in his eyes.

The sound of horse hooves behind him was getting closer and closer, and he felt a chill on his neck, as if the enemy's lance was already pointed at him.

"You son of a bitch, I'll fuck your mother!" Jie Quan's eyes were bloodshot, and he suddenly pulled the reins of his horse, "Anyone with brothers at home! Any one with children!"

The cavalrymen were shocked, as if they realized something, and sadness appeared in their eyes.

"Follow me and cover your retreat!" Jie Quan shouted again, then without looking back, he controlled his warhorse and turned in the opposite direction.

In the team.

"Shut up!"

A cavalryman silently stopped his horse and drew his saber from his waist.

The cavalryman beside him widened his eyes and said, "Zhou Erlang, what are you doing?"

"I have older brothers at home." Zhou Erlang smiled. "I'm tired and can't run anymore. I've killed enough tonight."

"You..." The cavalryman was speechless and his eyes turned red.

After Zhou Erlang, one cavalryman after another reined in their whips and smiled carefreely at their companions:

"I leave my mother to you. Let my brother take good care of her!"

"Brother, run faster. If you can get back to our hometown inside the pass, please tell my son that his father didn't bring shame to him!"

"So what if the Pishi Army is so powerful? The cavalry of our National Protection Army is also very brave!"

"And tell the young commander that I was once a rebel in Daqing, but now I am willing to serve the country with all my heart!"

One rider after another turned their horses around and gradually gathered into a team of two or three hundred people.

Launch a charge in the opposite direction of Xiangping City!