Chapter 242 Burial Tiger Pass, Shi Xiong, Wei Yan

Bury the tiger is closed, and the beacon dances high.

The soldiers were fully armed and stood straight at the juncture. As the smoke and dust ten miles away gradually became clear, the officers and soldiers' look became solemn.

In the daytime, General Wei still looked like he was doing nothing, and even had the leisure to laugh with his subordinates. But after noon, his expression suddenly became serious. Since then, he has not said a word. In the evening, he ordered to break up early and guard the gate all night.

It seems that the first three levels have been captured. Look at the smoke and dust, there are at least a thousand invading troops.

The soldiers secretly speculated that they came from the hegemony in the southwest and southwest.

The southwest is mountainous and miasma, and the mountains are high and the water is far away. The people there are often called barbarians, and barbarians also have the advantages of barbarians. Compared with the Central Plains, the people of the two countries in the southwest are more simple, straightforward, and more loyal and filial. Therefore, even if they find that the enemy is coming, they are not afraid. Since they are on the battlefield, they must be prepared for the horse leather shroud.

Wei Yan, the hegemonic general, is now thirty-six years old, eight feet tall, with a face like a heavy jujube, and his eyes are divine. At this time, he is staring at the chariot that has been driven into nine miles.

Unlike the soldiers under his command, he sacrificed a white fire earlier and looked over the two levels, knowing that there was only one person.

But he killed two generals as famous as Wei Yan. At present, he crossed the two levels and buried the tiger.

Most of the upright people in the southwest sneered at the conspiracy and tricks of the Central Plains. Even if Wei Yan has fought more than 20 battles since ten years ago, he knows the power of the tricks, but he still looks down on him in the bottom of his heart.

What disgusts Wei Yan more is that the traitor named An Bochen is not only cruel, but also bullies you and coveted your majesty's newly married imperial concubine. If such a scum is not killed, how can he be worthy of the parents of heaven and earth?

The torch danced with the wind, and the fire wind took good care of the buried tiger. It was also coated with a layer of fire in the tall and magnificent figure of Wei Yan, which made a soldier in a slightly trance in the corner of the city.

He frowned. Wei Yan seemed to be aware of it. He turned around and looked around. The thin soldier quickly turned his head. On the dark face, his watery eyes looked out of the city and stood in the haze with a group of soldiers. Even if Wei Yan was calm, it would be difficult to detect it for a while. What's more, he was tied at this time. When the enemy comes, there is no way to think about whether there is a person who should not come in his subordinates.

"Is the throwing car ready?"

Looking at the approaching car array, Wei Yan frowned and asked.

"General, don't worry, if the enemy comes, you must eat a spoonful."

The deputy general next to him wiped his mouth and sneered.

"There is only one person who came. In addition, it's those chariots.

The soldiers who swept over the top of the city, Wei Yan said in a low voice.

When the war was about to come, he no longer concealed it. Seeing that his subordinates were just a little surprised, and then returned to normal, Wei Yan nodded secretly and said loudly, "For a while, you will only deal with those chariots and throw stones to reject them outside the city. No matter how bad it is, there will be pits. As for the enemy general, I have my own general to deal with.

"Ye!"

The generals and soldiers shouted in unison, and their eyes were full of fiery. The thin soldier hiding by the wall was even more colorful, staring at his general hotly. The water in his eyes rippled, as if he was crazy.

The moonlight is shining on the wasteland, and nearly a thousand rushing chariots are getting closer and closer, less than a li.

The soldiers on the city gate are ready. The crossbowman is aiming at the chariot, and the soldier in front of the stone thrower has also pulled the mechanism.

Only Wei Yan frowned slightly. Unlike what he imagined, the high-flying chariot was far away, as if he was not ready to break through the burial tiger pass when the thousand cars attacked the city.

The more he frowned, the deeper he frown. Wei Yan clenched the long knife to cut the moon, and his eyes were connected with the sky. He suddenly shouted, "Where is the thief? Do you dare to appear and fight with Wei?

When the voice fell, I saw a figure flying out of the chariot array.

The soldiers at the gate of the city were quick-eyed, pulling their bows and aimed at the man.

"Do not shoot arrows, it's me!"

Running out of the chariot was a tall middle-aged man. His right arm was broken, full of blood, and his dark face was full of urgent color.

"Lu Tuzhi? Slow down and shoot the arrow."

Wei Yan was stunned and then slowly put down his hand.

He is a hegemonic general, Shi Xiong, one of the seven bears, and Luoyunxing Province was established to monitor the southwest, so Wei Yan and Lu Tuzhi have also had a lot of friends.

Standing on the wall, the flag with the word "Wei" next to him fluttering in the wind. Wei Yan looked at Lu Tuzhi, who was full of blood, and looked complicated.

"General Wei, save me. Lu has something important to tell you!"

Just as Wei Yan hesitated, Lu Tuzhi had distanced himself from the car array behind him and was about to escape to Guancheng, and the chariot that had never been in a hurry in the sky suddenly accelerated, rushing to Lu Tuzhi.

"Pilt the rope."

Wei Yan had no time to think too much in a hurry. What's more, facing the situation in front of him with his simple and straightforward mind, it would be difficult to figure out for a while.

Originally, I thought that Lu Tuzhi had been killed by An Bochen, but I didn't expect that he was cheated to death. Instead of recuperating, he came in a hurry to tell him. There must be something confidential.

Wei Yan thought so, and there was no doubt that he waved his arm and threw down the rope.

The flying dragon was approaching, and Lu Tuzhi looked at the sky nervously, picked up the rope, and jumped up.

At the same time, An Bochen also stepped out of the flying dragon drive, looked at the soldiers who pulled the bow at him in the city, and jumped down.

"Fighting arrows!"

Wei Yan pulled the rope and ordered.

There are many mountains in the southwest hegemony, and the crossbow arrows are also made of thick vines, which are very easy to burn, and the natural shooting by the hegemonic generals is also rockets.

An Bochen fell from the sky, the silver gun danced, swept away half of the crossbows, and the rest hit the armor and flew out. This armor was also the first time to play a role. In mid-air, An Bochen stepped on the silver gun and flew to the head of the city. No matter how fierce the crossbow was, no one could shoot through his armor.

"Brother Lu, wait for a moment to kill this first!"

Lu Tuzhi was pulled up to the head of the city. Wei Yan held a moon-cutting knife and looked coldly at An Bochen, who was about to fall. His wrist shook, the knife light fell, and most of the moonlight in the sky was cut off by his gesture.

Wei Yan, who stepped forward, did not find that Lu Tuzhi, who was rescued by him, was staring at his back coldly, holding a cold stick, and then swept the stick when he jumped up.

All the hegemonic soldiers at the head of the city focused on An Bochen. Naturally, no one noticed it, but there was a person who always cared about Wei Yan from beginning to end.

"Wei Yan, be careful!"

Just as Wei Yan was about to jump up with a knife, a panicked female voice came from behind him.

As soon as his heart tightened, Wei Yan subconsciously moved his footsteps. The cold stick in the afterglow came through the air, and the moon-cutting knife came out from under the ribs, which could hold the cold and bright stick.

"Brother Lu, you..."

With a knife, Lu Tuzhi regressed repeatedly, and his eyes were full of confusion. Wei Yan spoke and understood seven points.

"What a vicious thief!"

With a low roar, Wei Yan stepped on tremsy steps, dodged under the moon shadow to avoid An Bochen's thunder gun, and turned around again. The knife was like a remnant moon. One knife actually split out 18 knife shadows, covering An Bochen.

"Hung!"

An Bochen's swirling gun like the wind, emitting a spiral force to face the moon-cutting knife. The guns and knives hit each other. An Bochen only shot down three knives, and the remaining fifteen knives hit his body.

The five tigers and seven bears are by no means people with their own names. The reason why An Bochen can hurt Li Yan and kill Xia Houbo and Lu Tuzhi is due to his surprise. Tonight, the tiger pass was buried, and An Bochen was also ready. Doshelu Tuzhi wanted to hit Wei Yan unexpectedly, but he was drunk by a woman who came with the army.

Fortunately, he wears the God King's armor, otherwise An Bochen will really die here.

Even with the help of the benefit of the armor to save his life, he could attack with a huge force of nearly 9,000 catties. An Bochen still couldn't help retreating back and his chest ached.

Zihua flashed in his eyes. "Lu Tuzhi", who had been forced back by Wei Yan, picked up the cold stick and swept the soldiers at the head of the city, while An Bochen stabilized his figure, stared at Wei Yan's back, and went up with a gun.