Their Lucky Star Was Transmigrated!

On the vast Gobi desert, dust is flying.

Countless northern barbarian cavalry came in line and walked slowly.

Under the sky, the dense Beiban cavalry is like a dark river flowing slowly in the Gobi desert. But as long as people see this scene, they will feel uneasy.

Because, no one knows, when this seemingly gentle river will suddenly become restless and turn into a rolling torrent, annihilating everything in front of it.

Water benefits all things without fighting.

But water can also be evil, and the huge waves can overwhelm the sky and overturn the world.

The goshawk soars in the sky, sometimes swooping down, bringing back weak prey.

On the back of the fiery red sweat and blood, Tuoba Hun, the little prince of the northern barbarians, wrapped himself tightly, only a pair of falcon-like eyes were exposed, staring straight ahead.

Three fast horses quickly emerged from the horizon, holding the flag of the Northern Wild Wolf in their hands.

Tuoba Hun raised his hand slowly, and the guard behind him immediately blew the horn hanging on the horse's back.

The Beiman cavalry slowly stopped, waiting for the approaching fast horses ahead.

"Report-"

As the horse approached, the knight immediately said loudly, "The latest news from Tang Kingdom, King Yan is not dead!"

King Yan is not dead!

The news came from the mouths of the horse knights, and it didn't even need to be able to spread, it had already spread at lightning speed among the Beiman cavalry.

In just a moment, all the Beiman cavalry under Tuobahun knew the bad news.

The fact that King Yan Li Zhen is still alive is great news for the people of the Tang Dynasty. But for the northern barbarians, it was a shocking news.

Yan Wang, Yan Wang!

"My warriors, you are afraid!"

"Faced with that demon, you have already lost the courage of the descendants of the blue wolf!"

"You guys, are you going to be cowards for the rest of your life?"

"Let your children and grandchildren live forever under the fear of that devil?"

"Huang Fengkou, I, Tuoba Hun, your little prince, will lead the charge!"

"The descendants of the wolf, never fear!"

"out--"

With just a few simple words, Tuoba Hun raised the morale of the people around him. As for the other cavalry, he didn't need him, the little prince, to raise points one by one, and he had to influence the people around him.

They are the descendants of the wolves, and they have nothing to fear!

The war horse galloped, and the target was approaching Huang Fengkou.

Once, in the battle of Huangfengkou, Beiman suffered a fiasco, forging the prestige of Li Zhen, the king of Yan.

Now, he Tuoba Hun, the little prince of Beiman, will take down Huang Fengkou and be ashamed.

Tuoba Hun came here and brought 10,000 knights, all of them one person and three knights.

Put on a raiding attitude!

But in fact, Tuoba Hun didn't want to take Huang Fengkou by surprise. He wanted to take Huang Fengkou in an upright manner and let the Tang people know that they were brave.

...

At the Huangfengkou at this time, above the pass, less than a thousand defenders were waiting in battle.

The news of the war has been passed back to Datang, and the reinforcements are on their way, but no one knows when the reinforcements will arrive.

And before the reinforcements arrive, the only thing they can do is fight to the death!

Datang frontier army, there is no escape.

King Yan once broke the backbone of Beiman at Huangfengkou. Now, since they are guarding Huangfengkou, they cannot lose the prestige of King Yan.

"Captain, here we come!"

"coming!"

In Yicheng of Huangfengkou, Guan Ting, the commander of Renyong, who was commanding a thousand people, was sharpening his sword when his personal soldiers suddenly rushed in.

"Let's go, kill the thief with someone!"

Guan Ting picked up the big sword and walked outside.

"Wrong, wrong, no, no, yes, reinforcements are here!"

"What?"

Hearing the words of the personal soldiers, Guan Ting's footsteps stopped, "Are reinforcements coming?"

"Why so fast?"

From the news of the war, Guan Ting felt that his life was probably coming to an end. But he didn't think about running away, because he had almost become a member of the whirlwind.

Now, he wants to prove himself, even if he didn't become a member of Whirlwind Rider, Guan Ting is still a man.

"Lieutenant, still, still, go and see!"

The soldiers stammered.

Well, Guan Ting's personal soldiers stuttered not because they were excited, but stuttered in the first place.

So when the court recruited soldiers, his family happily arranged for him to be a soldier.

Guan Ting also saw that he was pitiful, so he took him by his side.

However, under normal circumstances, he is not responsible for things like sending orders and reporting.

Guan Ting thought of this for a while, and immediately widened his eyes, thinking that several other personal soldiers had gone to the city again.

"Oh my god, these stinky boys, being the captain of this school is a deaf ear. If I didn't see Beiman coming, I would have to beat them!"

Guan Ting strode out of his small courtyard, intending to go to see the reinforcements of the court first, but he didn't know if he could fight.

Then, Guan Ting saw several of his other personal soldiers, and even many soldiers guarding the pass, all running down from the pass at this moment.

"Little bastards, are you going to heaven?"

"I don't guard the gate, I just want to-"

Before he finished speaking, Guan Ting was also dumbfounded.

Eight cattle crossbow!

A rack of eight cattle crossbows are being transported out of the pass, and some people are carrying a rack of eight cattle crossbows to the pass.

The eight cattle crossbow, which required at least six people to lift, was actually carried by one person.

"I……"

Guan Ting swallowed his saliva and looked at Xu Lao Er, who was carrying the eight cattle crossbow to the pass, and had a feeling, is this still human?

With this strength, when did the imperial court produce such a fierce man?

However, Guan Ting's shock has only just begun.

Because the number of these eight cattle crossbows is too much.

"Lieutenant, then, over there, still, still!"

The stuttering personal soldier pointed to the other side.

There, the civilians who came to transport the military supplies, but the armors worn by the civilians were higher-grade than those of the regular town army in Huangfengkou.

Of course, that's not the point.

The key is that these so-called civilians, why everyone is carrying a strong crossbow.

No, there are people with strong bows.

With a strong bow and a crossbow on his back, you say this is a civilian who escorts supplies?

"shoot--"

The powerful Guan Ting, who was shocked by the reinforcements, was suddenly awakened by a roar. He turned his head to look, and heard the sound of the spring on the wall of the pass.

Guan Ting's eyes widened, isn't this a prodigal?

When he hurried up the city wall, he was even more shocked!

The Eight Bull Crossbow was not only placed on the city wall, but also placed under the city wall.

In front of the line of sight, on the city wall, the eight cattle crossbow under the city wall is clearly a dense shot.

"My dear, it's still what the little sister said!"

On the wall of the pass, Old Second Xu touched his upper body timidly, a little scared.

Personal martial arts, in the face of such a big killer, it's useless.

Thinking of the scene when Fubao waved his little hand and said "shoot, shoot, shoot", Mr. Xu suddenly felt that martial arts training was not fragrant!

No, if practicing martial arts is useless, why does my little sister practice every day?

Xu Lao Er looked at his eldest brother.

At this time, Boss Xu was also shocked!

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