Although Yunxia Pass is bitter, it has many conveniences.

If it's a clear day, the Luzhou wilderness below is all in front of you, and with the help of hawks and falcons, you can spot any disturbance.

But now, except for a white mist, nothing can be seen, only the strong wind blowing, like a beast roaring in the air.

"God damn it..."

The captain cursed secretly, looked at the white fog in front of him, and murmured: "When will this disaster be over?"

At this moment, his pupils shrank.

I saw some strange things suddenly flying in the thick fog. Below was a wooden ball as big as a fist, and above was a spinning bamboo dragonfly.

If Zhang Biao were here, he would find that this thing is very similar to the magic weapon used by the Lianhua Sect to sneak attack on the six doors.

"Enemy attack!"

The captain drew his sword and let out a shrill roar.

However, it was too late.

Bang bang bang!

Taking advantage of the wind, these bamboo dragonflies quickly fell into Yunxia Pass, accompanied by a series of loud noises and smoke scattered in all directions.

The garrison at Yunxia Pass was originally small, but after smelling the smoke, they all became dizzy and their eyes were full of illusions.

Toot—!

The desolate horn sounded, breaking the tranquility on the top of the mountain.

I saw groups of Daliang sergeants in iron armor rushing out of the fog on the mountain road, throwing out their hooks, carrying horizontal knives and battle axes, and clambering up to Xiongguan.

Their eyes were all bloodshot, and they were slashing and killing with their swords wildly.

The shrill shouts, the cold sword light, the splashing flesh and blood... Yunxia Pass in the thick fog soon became the Shura Hell.

Soon, the shouts of death stopped.

Only the sergeants of Daliang, with their armor trembling, carrying long swords dripping with blood, were searching around Guanzhong, with cold eyes, and mercilessly stabbed the wounded.

Six months of bloody battlefields have turned them into killing machines.

Facing these sunset colleagues, no one has mercy, and many even have bloodthirsty hatred in their eyes.

Famine spreads in Taizhou, and they fight for survival, but the soldiers and people of Huaizhou can enjoy peace behind the high wall...

Unfair?

Of course it’s not fair!

At least in the eyes of these sergeants.

They no longer have the intention to investigate how all this happened. They only know that on the Shura battlefield, only killing can calm the anger in their chests.

Squeak!

The towering suspension bridge was slowly lowered.

A large number of soldiers and horses appeared on the mountain road, forming a long dragon, spreading along the mountain road to the bottom of the mountain.

At the foot of the mountain, iron armor is everywhere, and there are forests of swords and guns.

Under the fluttering handsome flag, Hou Kun was riding a tall horse, wearing a golden military armor, and his face was majestic. He had long lost his original wretched appearance.

"Report! Yunxia Pass has been captured!"

"Congratulations, sir!"

The surrounding generals immediately began to flatter themselves.

Only one of the marching commanders, Shi, looked worried, "Sir, the battle in Cangzhou is in full swing. We are attacking Yunxia Pass privately, in case Xuanduguan is provoked to join the battle..."

"Hahaha!"

Hou Kun touched his mustache and said with a smile: "Wen He is too worried. When it comes to marching and fighting, you are better than me, but when it comes to trying to figure out what I mean, you are far behind."

"Cangzhou cannot be captured for a while. King Huaizhou is sitting at Yunxia Pass, eyeing Luzhou, and can send troops to cut off the army's retreat at any time. How can your majesty let others strangle my throat?"

"Believe it or not, as long as we firmly control Yunxia Pass and repel the reinforcements, although His Majesty will punish us, we will be successful afterwards!"

"Xuandu Temple..."

"Don't worry, I have received the news that Xuandu Temple does not have many people in Huaizhou. The rest are remnants of wild cultivators. As long as the temple is erected, those people are not a concern."

"Send the order, the army enters the pass!"

Toot—!
Chapter completed!