Chapter 48 Yanmen Guan's First Victory (First Update)

If the wind in the capital is tight and depressing. The wind at the Yanmen Pass is flying and fierce.

Every time Qi Zhongtian's army approached Yanmen, his eyebrows became tighter and tighter. The situation at the border gate is much worse than he thought. He marched along the road to Yanmen, and the road was full of people fleeing to the inner city.

Stop a teenager and ask, Yanmen Pass has been captured most of the time...

Qi Zhongtian left the army behind and arrived overnight with several attendants. While replacing the soldiers who were guarding Yanmen to rest, he took advantage of the night to repair the damaged wall defense. Standing above the Yanmen Pass, Qi Zhongtian's heart suddenly opened.

The moonlight fell, and his knife-like face was full of perseverance.

At this moment, he lacks some calculations for power and profit in his mind, but only the righteousness of the people. There was a decisive glory in his quiet eyes, and the soldiers beside him looked at him quietly. Such Qi Zhongtian made them believe that only he was there.

"Come on, call the general of Yanmen." Qi Zhongtian stared at the firelight on the sand dunes and thought about it.

"My subordinate Sun Cheng has met the coach."

The sound of armor hitting the ground made Qi Zhongtian turn around. A man's helmet was shattered, his hair was messy, and his face was covered with dust, sometimes with a little blood.

Qi Zhongtian's eyes slid with admiration, and he was a man.

"Sun Cheng, in your opinion, what are the characteristics of the Tatar army?"

Sun Cheng heard this and replied with his fist: "In response, the Tatar army is not attacked by a large army every time, but in different directions at different times. This time, it seemed to be unruly, but it scattered our soldiers. Compared with the military strength, we are naturally insufficient, and our morale has plummeted several times.

Qi Zhongtian nodded slightly. No wonder that the layout of the Tatar's barracks was so scattered. They expected that the capital was unstable until now. Even if someone came to Yanmen to defend the city, they would not go all out. Even this war can become a tool to influence the imperial court. With this premise, even if it is a large army battle, the Tatar has a great chance of winning.

"In this battle, I will definitely protect Yanmen." Qi Zhongtian said in a low voice, and he didn't know whether he was telling himself or Sun Cheng, who was kneeling behind him.

"I swear to follow the coach to the death." Sun Cheng is a loyal and brave man. Like most of the defenders, they have no power in their hearts, only loyalty and blood.

"Tatar's barracks are scattered, which is their offensive advantage, but it is also weak. We are not weak and we do the opposite." Qi Zhongtian's eyes are a little clear.

"What does the coach mean?"

"Our army will not arrive at Yanmen until the day after tomorrow, and they will naturally attack again in these two days. Let everyone have a good rest tonight and listen to my order tomorrow.

"Yes, it's a humble job."

The next day, as Qi Zhongtian expected, the Tatar army came to attack. It was also very difficult for the defenders of Yanmen to resist, but Qi Zhongtian was not worried at all. When the Tatar army with two other wings in the distance attacked the side of Yanmen, Qi Zhongtian shot a feather arrow at Langlang Qingtian, which was lit with fire on the arrow. The hot tomorrow seems to merge with one place.

With silence in his eyes, Qi Zhongtian looked into the distance, turned his wrist, picked up the drumstick and knocked the sonorous drum. From afar, these figures swayed between the tents of the Tatar army, which was a team of extremely scattered guarding Yanmen.

Since the Tatars want to be scattered, they might as well smash their scattered pieces. The sword at the foot of the Yanmen wall crossed the blood line. In the center of the Tatar army, a black smoke went straight to the sky. Qi Zhongtian smiled on his lips and shouted at the soldiers behind him: "Kill."

The majestic voice was like thousands of troops and horses passing by. Qi Zhongtian waved the sword at his waist and jumped down from the gate. His hands rose and fell with knives. The Tatar soldiers gradually fell down. Blood was the best encouragement on the battlefield.

Qi Zhongtian made a sharp move, and the murderous spirit was shrouded all over his body. The soldiers were infected by this murderous spirit, regardless of the fatigue of their bodies, and the swords in their hands scattered dazzling light.

The Tatar soldiers originally came with confidence, but they didn't want to be trapped for a long time. They were a little overwhelmed, but soon they calmed down and kept retreating backwards.

Seeing this, Qi Zhongtian sneered and roared, "Tatar thief, you can look back and see what is behind you."

The roar fell at that moment, and the Tatar soldiers looked back one after another, only to see that their camp was already full of fire. Qi Zhongtian's eyes darkened and he waved the knife first.

When those Tattars had not reacted from the firelight, their heads fell and rolled to the ground.

According to this method, Qi Zhongtian destroyed the base of the Tatar barracks. At least before the army arrived, they would not counterattack again.

This is the first time that the Yanmen Army has won a complete victory in this battle. The soldiers roared to the sky with the deepest emotions in their chests. When the Gyeonggi army arrived, there was a shout in the Yanmen Pass. There has been a lot of friction between the Gyeonggi army and the Yanmen garrison, but this time they all smiled.

Qi Zhongtian stood above the tower, and he smiled in his heart. The hearts of tens of thousands of troops had been closed, and his eyes looked back. Qi Zhongjing, you gave me this opportunity, so don't regret it.

It seemed that he felt something. There was a sudden pain in Qi Zhongjing's chest far away in the capital. He frowned slightly and looked at the courtiers reporting the imperial affairs in the hall, with some strange worries in his heart. How about the border?

Qi Zhongjing looked at the minister of the Ministry of War, but did not wait for a reply. The shrill voice of the internal prison came from outside the hall: "Your Highness, urgent report at the border gate." Taking the memorial from the hand of arched for too long, Qi Zhongjing's heart beat a little anxiously. Looking at the memorial, his eyebrows frowned even tighter.

Qi Zhongtian not only did not lose, but also won... He actually won.

"Your Highness, what's going on with the war here?" Yu Linglong's father Yu Shaocheng asked. Qi Zhongjing put away his unhappiness, raised his eyes and laughed, "Don't worry, everyone, our army has won. It will not take long for the Tatar thieves to be driven out of my country. Qi Zhongjing's words were full of heroic spirit, which stained his pale cheeks with light red.

Many courtiers spoke to each other and spread their joy in the hall. Of course, the prince naturally can't be happy. There was also a smile on their faces, but they were extremely stiff.

"There is a good news at the border, and the military supplies naturally have to keep up. Go down and prepare." Qi Zhongjing's smile continued, but the little flame at the bottom of his eyes made his heart burn.

"I will leave." The ministers retreated one after another, and there was only Qi Zhongjing left in the huge hall. He looked at the bright light outside the door, waved his eyebrows and waved the groinated stove beside him, and his fingers trembled for a long time.