Late at night, Hexi Canyon.

Three rangers of the Mingyue Imperial Army were catching fire around the fire. Although the bonfire was very strong, they were still trembling with cold. The Hexi Canyon was a strong wind. When there was a breeze in other places, it would blow strong winds. These three rangers didn't want to be lazy, but if they didn't stop to make a fire to keep warm, they would be frozen to death.

The older Ranger put his frozen hands directly on the flames and cursed, "Damn it, this ghost place is really not a fool."

The other two Rangers are slightly younger, one is strong and the other is slightly thin.

The thin man yelled, "I said it's big stake. It's too cold. It's impossible for the Guanghui Empire Army to come here. Why don't we find a cat in a place without wind all night? Anyway, it's cold and the sir can't come here to check the sentry. If you don't say it, I won't say it, who will know?"

"Don't let your mother go!"

The older Ranger shouted impolitely, "Little Wild Dog, if you want to say such bullshit again, be careful that I will twist your head off, hum."

"I'll just talk."

Seeing that the older Ranger got angry, the little wild dog was so scared that he tightened his neck and muttered in a low voice, "Well, my stomach is a little uncomfortable, go there and get rid of it."

The older Ranger frowned and said, "Go and go back."

Another strong-body said: "Little wild dog, remember to hold on to the artemisia on the ground when you are freeing your hands. Don't let the wind blow you away. Let me and the big pile be easy to find, haha."

The little wild dog glared at the strong ranger in anger and walked away cursingly.

Watching the little wild dog's figure sink into the darkness, the strong ranger smiled and turned around and was about to tell a few jokes to the older ranger, he suddenly heard a harsh sound of breaking through the air. When he looked back quickly, he found that a ferocious feather arrow had been inserted into the throat of the "big stake"!

The strong ranger was shocked and reached out to grab the bow and arrow next to him. Another sharp arrow shot into the air and shot through his throat viciously. The Ranger's hands that had just stretched out suddenly paused, his strong body shook, and then his head fell to the ground with a depressed look.

In an instant, the two Rangers were already in a pool of blood, leaving only their limbs twitching constantly.

Not far away, the little wild dog had just untied his belt and squatted behind a ridge. When he turned around, he saw that his two companions had fallen into a pool of blood. He almost screamed in surprise. Fortunately, he covered his mouth in time and did not make a sound. Soon, the dull sound of horse hooves sounded from not far away, and the two martyrs with ferocious appearances emerged from the darkness like ghosts.

The two barbarians said a few words of barbarian language that the little wild dogs could not understand. One of them turned over and got off the horse, walked to the fire and stabbed the two Mingyue Rangers who were lying in the pool of blood. Then they walked to the old tree next to them, untied the three mounts of Mingyue Rangers, and then turned over and led the mount to the horse and drove away.

As soon as the barbarian cavalry left, the little wild dog rushed out from behind the ridge and ran towards Kawahara Castle in the distance.

Kawahara Castle.

Yan Changkong is patrolling the whole city.

Seven days ago, Situ Rui had already led a large group of troops to leave Kawahara, and now there are only two regiments left in the city.

Turning around the corner of the street, Yan Changkong suddenly found an old man sitting on the steps in front of a house. On this cold day, the old man sat directly on the steps. After a long time, he would get sick from the cold. Yan Changkong quickly stepped forward and helped the old man up, saying guiltily: "Old man, why haven't you left yet?"

The old man said sadly: "If you are old, you can't walk anymore, so stay here and wait for death."

Yan Changkong felt a sense of pity, but the guilt on his face became even stronger. Like Situ Rui, Yan Changkong also firmly believed that the responsibility of soldiers is to defend their country and protect the people. But now, they want to give up Kawahara Castle. As soldiers, they cannot defend their country. This is simply a shame for soldiers!

Yan Changkong no longer dared to face the old man's desolate expression, and turned around and ordered the guards behind him, "Get a ox cart immediately, and then send two people to escort the old man to Qua."

The guards agreed and stepped forward to help the old man and left.

Yan Changkong breathed a long sigh. When he looked up, he saw that the street was silent and the entire Kayuan City was almost empty. Except for the garrison, all the people and merchants in the city had evacuated half a month ago. Not only Kayuan City, but also the people in the border areas had already fled to the mainland with their elderly and children.

With a heavy mood, Yan Changkong stepped onto the east gate of Kawahara step by step.

The squadron leader on duty quickly trotted from the arrow tower and straightened his chest and said, "See General."

"Yeah." Yan Changkong nodded gently and asked in a serious tone, "Have you noticed anything unusual?"

The squadron leader shouted: "No, everything is normal."

Yan Changkong asked again: "Where are the Rangers sent out? Is there any news coming back?"

The squadron leader shook his head and said, "Report to the general, the Rangers have not heard of it yet."

"Open the door, open the door quickly..."

As the squadron leader finished speaking, a shrill voice suddenly sounded in the endless darkness outside the city, "Go and report to the general, the enemy rangers have appeared thirty miles east of the city."

"Huh?" Yan Changkong looked shaking when he heard this, and said in a deep voice, "It's coming so fast!"

The squadron leader took two steps forward, held Duo Lan and shouted loudly, "Who are you?"

The shrill voice outside the city said, "Sir, I am a little wild dog, a little wild dog!"

"Little Wild Dog?"

The squadron leader's face changed slightly, and he signaled the soldiers behind him to take a torch and throw it out of the city. With the light red fire, he saw a thin figure standing outside the city gate. The squadron leader saw it tangently and quickly turned around and said to Yan Changkong, "General, he is one of the three rangers who left the city."

Yan Changkong said in a voice: "Open the city gate and let him in."

The squadron leader agreed to go downstairs. Yan Changkong thought about it and followed him down the city tower.

With a harsh creaking sound, the heavy city gate slowly opened. The squadron leader and more than a dozen soldiers came out of the city gate. He saw the little wild dog standing in the cold wind and trembling. He frowned and asked, "Where is the little wild dog, Big Zuo and Erdai?"

"Die, die." The little wild dog's teeth were trembling with coldness, and he said in a trembling voice, "I'll let the Man Qi shoot to death."

"call out!"

As soon as the little wild dog finished speaking, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly sounded in the dark wilderness ahead. The squadron leader was also a veteran who had been through many battles. He instinctively lowered his body and twisted his waist. A wolf-toothed arrow almost swept across his cheek, and then inserted it into the city gate with a loud sound. The sharp cluster of arrows had penetrated the iron sheet that wrapped the city gate and penetrated into the door panel several inches, showing the power of this arrow!

The sound of heavy objects falling to the ground suddenly sounded from behind. When the squadron leader looked back quickly, he saw that the little wild dog had fallen into a pool of blood. A ferocious feather arrow had been inserted into his throat. The little wild dog's eyes were wide open, and his hands were raising it with all his strength as if he wanted to pull out the arrow from his throat, but unfortunately he would never get what he wanted.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack..."

Without any hesitation, the squadron leader turned around and ran towards the city gate corridor, running wildly while shouting loudly, "Close the city gate and close the door quickly!"

As the howling sound began, there were suddenly a starry light of fire in the dark wilderness outside the city. Among the faint red and red firelight, hundreds of martyrs, described as ferocious barbarians, were quietly rolling along the wilderness. The barbarians in the front were holding their bows and arrows, and another arrow was heard. The squadron leader who was running was shot to the ground, and the shrill long howling sound stopped abruptly.

The dozen Mingyue Empire soldiers guarding behind the city gate were suddenly in chaos because the enemy cavalry was too close to the city gate, and the opening and closing of the city gate was controlled by machine scrapers. It was obviously too late to close the city gate. Just when more than a dozen Mingyue Empire soldiers were at a loss, a loud neighing sound suddenly sounded in the city behind them.

When he looked back quickly, Yan Changkong rode a white horse and held a silver spear, rushing towards the city gate.

"Does go!"

Yan Changkong shouted, and more than a dozen Mingyue Empire soldiers guarding the gate flashed to both sides of the city gate.

Amid the rapid sound of horse hooves, Yan Changkong had already rushed out of the city gate like lightning, and then gently pulled the reins of the horse. The white dragon horse under his crotch suddenly stood up, raised his head and made a loud neigh. His hooves kicked in the air and then slammed heavily, like a mountain that barely blocked the open city gate.

"kill!"

The wolf hair roared and rushed towards Yan Changkong with a sword.

Behind Wolf Hair, more than a dozen warriors from the Wild Wolf Tribe followed like shadows, swearing to follow them to the death. In a flash, dozens of sharp swords were raised high, and the sharp blade reflected a cold and cold glow under the light of the fire.

The two horses were barely intersecting, and the wolf hair raised its sword above its head suddenly slashed down, drawing a perfect track in the air, slashing Yan Changkong's neck obliquely. The wolf hair looked cold and there was a hint of ferocious sneer on the corner of his mouth. He did not take Yan Changkong, who was riding a white horse and holding a silver spear, and was even looking forward to the bloody scene of the head throwing away.

Seeing that the sword that was slashing out was about to slash Yan Changkong's neck, the silver spear in Yan Changkong's hand suddenly moved, like a poisonous snake dying out, and ate it hard on the wolf's throat!

The wolf hair whispered and flew out of the horse's back in an instant, flew more than ten feet apart in the air, and finally hit the solid city wall heavily. The moment it hit the city wall, the wolf hair even clearly heard the sound of its neck fracture, thinking that it was over and could not return to the Great Wilderness.

The next moment, endless darkness swallowed the wolf's hair all night.

Seeing the leader die in battle, the dozen barbarian cavalry behind Langmao not only did not fear, but instead rushed towards Yan Changkong with a scream. Yan Changkong looked sneering, and the silver spear in his hand instantly danced into a dazzling silver sword. The dozen barbarian cavalry that rushed to the front fell down from the horse's back, and no one was spared!
Chapter completed!