Becoming a stepmother of three children gives me space

Halfway up the mountain,

Xiao Yunxi was observing the battle below. Seeing that she hadn't made any move, Zhou San asked:

"Do you want to light a fire?"

Xiao Yunxi shook her head:

"It's not yet time."

The northern barbarians were suppressing them with bows and arrows, and the soldiers in front of the chevaux de frise used wooden shields to block them. Occasionally, some unlucky people were shot, but they were all slightly injured.

Daxia will wait for the Northern Barbarians to arrive before taking action.

Once the explosives are exposed, the northern barbarians will definitely be on guard for the second time. The first battle must be the final battle to achieve the greatest results.

The barbarians wanted to fill the hole, but they had no materials, did not want to make unnecessary sacrifices, and wanted to wait until the main force arrived before the decisive battle.

Each side had their own thoughts, but their goals were surprisingly the same. You shot two arrows, I shot two arrows, and they were all sporadic attacks, so sporadic that it seemed like child's play.

The situation remained at a stalemate until Baturu arrived with a large army.

The infantry was in front, the cavalry was behind, and they were so powerful that it seemed like someone was about to attack.

Xiao Yunxi's eyes lit up. If they were all killed, wouldn't the crisis be resolved?

She was happy too early.

The northern barbarians did not press forward on all fronts. They stopped 3 miles away, sent out spies to communicate with the first group of cavalry, and soon returned to the main army.

soon,

The northern barbarians forced a group of ragged vassal soldiers to fill the pit with sand and gravel in sacks.

Zhou Jin's brows twisted into knots.

The ditches have to be filled up, and they have to fight the enemy head-on, and they cannot afford such consumption.

The vassal army was getting closer and closer to the ravine. Just as he was about to order the archers to shoot, Xiao Yunxi, who was halfway up the mountain, shouted with a homemade loud speaker:

"My fellow Han Chinese compatriots..."

"We don't want to and won't shoot arrows at you!"

"If you help the Northern Barbarians, you're our enemy. The moment you fill the pit with sandbags, I'll order the arrows to be released!"

There are definitely not many northern barbarians who understand Chinese. Even if they do, Xiao Yunxi speaks very fast, so they can only understand a little bit and haven't understood what she said yet.

"You decide whether to die as a traitor, at the hands of your own arrows, or take up arms and chop down the northern barbarians as a hero!"

"If you don't want to die, and you don't dare to fight for your life, jump into the pit and crawl to the other side. Life and death are determined by fate!"

War is cruel.

Xiao Yunxi had seen even more tragic scenes, and she had to be as hard as iron and give the order to shoot. Being soft-hearted would only harm her teammates and herself.

She is not a cold-blooded person, her heart will also hurt, and she can understand Zhou Jin's behavior of not giving orders immediately.

The vassal army had no choice. She gave them the right to decide whether to live or die, to die standing or kneeling. But from the moment they picked up the sandbags and helped the northern barbarians fill the gullies,

They are not compatriots, but enemies.

The vassal soldiers at the front numbly threw sandbags into the ravine, as if they had not heard her words at all.

"Fire arrows!"

Zhou Jin couldn't bear it, but he didn't hesitate. The archers fired a volley.

The northern barbarians had shields, but the vassal troops did not. All those who helped fill the pit fell down. The few who escaped wanted to run, but the northern barbarian commander behind them raised his sword mercilessly and chopped them to the ground.

"Anyone who escapes will be killed without mercy!"

"Keep filling them out!"

If they continued to work, they might be shot to death; if they stopped working, they would be hacked to death immediately. Most people chose the former, because at least there was hope of survival, so they moved forward numbly.

Zhu Ming is one of them.

Carrying the sack, he moved numbly, completely lacking the bravery he showed at Beisheng Pass, ready to face death head-on.

Dozens of his brothers were captured with him. At first, they resisted and tried to escape, but after failing many times, they were brutally tortured.

Gradually my heart died and became numb, but now that dead heart seems to be rekindled.

I used to resist and run away, but I didn’t know where to go.

Now that our compatriots are right in front of us and we have every chance to escape, why should we be dogs of the northern barbarians?

Zhu Ming moved slowly, and when he looked up, he met a pair of eyes, filled with fighting spirit, desire, and a hint of questioning.

He nodded,

The two men slowed down their pace in tacit understanding. The Northern Barbarian Commander really picked up the whip and hit Zhu Ming. His companion dropped the sack and pounced on him.

Zhu Ming was knocked down, the sack rolled to the side, he picked up a stone on the ground, turned around and smashed the Northern Barbarian's head with the stone, and together they killed the Northern Barbarian commander instantly.

Seize the weapons of the northern barbarians and raise your arms and shout:

"Brothers!"

"Fight the northern barbarians!"

The Northern Barbarians wanted to provide support, but were held tightly. Some were stoned to death, and some were bitten on the neck, twitching continuously.

The death is very bloody,

The first group of people who took action were all former soldiers. Some of them were Zhu Ming's colleagues, and some were from other guards. They all had the same unyielding spirit.

The unexpected attack achieved brilliant results. More than 30 people grabbed weapons, and some held shields, forming a force that could not be underestimated.

Humans are herd animals.

Someone took the lead and achieved results, which gave the vassal army hope. It seemed that the northern barbarians were not invincible.

"Fight with them!"

"Fight!"

"Dad, your son will avenge you."

Those without weapons bit with their teeth, hit with their heads, and scratched with their fingers. The Northern Barbarian Commander was caught off guard.

"Fire arrows!"

The Tumed tribe's Wan Hu reacted very quickly and ordered his archers to shoot.

Halfway up the mountain,

Xiao Yunxi issued an order:

"Everyone has it!"

"150 steps in front of the ravine, provide covering fire!"

Whoosh whoosh!

Arrows rained down, and the northern barbarians fell down one after another. They did not care to continue shooting, but picked up shields to block the arrows. The vassal army successfully fought their way out under the cover of the archers.

He slid down from the edge of the pit and stepped on the corpses of the Northern Barbarian cavalry and their horses to cross the bottom of the pit. Zhou Jin had already ordered people to throw down the rope and rescue the people.

A total of more than 200 people were rescued, most of whom were young and middle-aged people, and only they could survive.

When Zhu Ming saw Zhou Jin, he was trembling with excitement.

"Master Zhou...you are not dead..."

If someone else said this, Zhou Jin would suspect that they were cursing him, but Zhu Ming was excited and happy.

"I almost died, but someone rescued me and I luckily survived."

Zhu Ming stood tall and proud, performing the Great Xia military salute:

"Master Zhou, Zhu Ming, a small flag officer of Beisheng Guard, reports to you!!"

My colleagues all stood up straight:

"...Northern Guard soldier Sun Wu reports to you!!"

"...Beishengwei's flag...reporting to you!!"

"Laoha River Guard Flag...reporting to you!"

They came from different garrisons. Some were from Beisheng Garrison and had fought alongside Zhou Jin. Some were border troops from other garrisons, and without exception, they were all wounded and captured.

Some people may think that being captured is shameful, but when they see the scars on their chests, everyone is in awe.

They faced the enemy head-on. They were not deserters or cowards, but real men.

It is hard to imagine how much cruel torture they have suffered, yet they still dare to show their butcher knives to the northern barbarians and hold their heads high.

Zhou Jin solemnly saluted them with the Great Xia military salute:

"Welcome back, hero!"

The soldiers behind him shouted:

"Welcome back, hero!"

"Welcome back, hero!"

The sound echoed in the valley, a hymn to the hero.