Chapter 258 Long Time No See

"We can't stand it, General!" The soldiers used their backs to hold the heavy city gate tightly.

The city gate trembled under the fierce impact again and again, and the sand and stones rustled.

This is the capital of Beilin.

A few days ago, Xie Tingzhou led the army to leave the capital and head west to Yanliang Pass. However, the Beirong people crossed the snow-capped mountains during the truce and launched an attack on the capital. This has never happened since the successive Beilin kings guarded the northern border.

Chang Heng led 20,000 Qingyun Guards to fight hard, but the Beirong offensive was fierce, and the two sides had a huge disparity in strength. They retreated all the way to the capital, but they still let them attack the city gate.

"Boom--"

There was another fierce impact, and the iron birch city gate made a slight click.

The soldiers saw a crack on the thick door bolt.

"General, the city gate is going to break!"

Chang Heng gritted his teeth and couldn't stand it anymore. He knew it in his heart.

It was a blessing to hold out for a few days. There were too many Beirong people. They held out until now to buy as much time as possible for the people of the capital to evacuate.

"Move things!" Chang Heng shouted, "Move tables, chairs, beds and benches to fill the streets."

Use tables, chairs and benches to block the city gate. If the city is broken, they will burn the road to prevent them from moving forward.

This is Chang Heng's last resort to stop the Xijue people. It is a last resort.

Chang Heng knew that the prince had gone to rescue Yanliang Pass. They would have no reinforcements. If the soldiers could hold out for a moment longer, the people could evacuate more and flee further.

The sound of horse hooves stepped on the street.

"Let them retreat!" the man on the horse shouted.

Chang Heng looked back and saw the old prince riding on a horse, holding the long spear that had swept across the northern battlefield.

"It's the old prince!" "The old prince!"

The voices of the soldiers rang out all around.

Xie Guangzong smiled in the wind, "Why add the word old? You're calling me old."

Chang Heng hurried forward, "Didn't the prince lead the people to evacuate? How can he come back?"

In his prime, Xie Guangzong was a feared existence in Beilin, and later his son inherited his mantle.

Xie Tingzhou was better than his master and more flexible in tactics.

But what Xie Guangzong was most dissatisfied with was the word old.

Xie Guangzong lowered his body on horseback and looked at Chang Heng, his eyes still full of pressure.

"Beilin is defeated by my men, I will not retreat, the people have evacuated, I will fight them today!"

Qingyun Guard: "Follow the prince to the death and kill the enemy!"

"The city gate is about to break, retreat!" Xie Guangzong ordered.

Qingyun Guard blocked the street, and in front of them, the former Beilin King who would never retreat was in the lead.

Xie Guangzong has guarded the north for decades, and his life has been a soldier, and he has tempered his unyielding spirit into his bones and blood. He will not retreat, he will fight to the last moment.

Boom——

The city gate was hit by a car again.

The streets of the capital were very quiet, and all the soldiers of Qingyunwei did not make a sound.

Boom——

They stared at the front with a firm gaze.

Boom——

Xie Guangzong slowly raised the spear in his hand and pointed it directly at the city gate.

"Soldiers! Follow me and fight——!"

Boom——

The city gate fell down with a loud bang on the ground.

Xie Guangzong took the lead and rushed forward in the whistling north wind.

The old prince's hair was mixed with white, and the traces of time climbed up his face, but he could not erode his eyes with a sharp blade.

He has been carrying the northern defense line for half his life. His wish is to travel around the mountains and rivers, but as long as there is an invasion by foreign enemies, he will still stand here.

The sound of the collision of weapons was heard, and the streets of the city gate were filled with the sound of killing.

Qingyunwei was like a wall blocking here, letting the Beirong people see their edge in the confrontation.

Dense Beirong people rushed in from the city gate and fell at the city gate, and Qingyun Guards also fell.

Beirong people kept surging forward like a wave, but the city gate and the street were not wide enough to surround Qingyun Guards, so they could only attack from the front. There were still a steady stream of Beirong soldiers outside the city.

The long spear in Xie Guangzong's hand pierced the bodies of countless Beirong people, and Chang Heng swung his sword to fight and chopped down one enemy after another.

Looking back, Chang Heng saw that the Beirong people cut off Xie Guangzong's horse legs, and Xie Guangzong rolled to the ground.

"Prince!" Chang Heng wanted to rush over.

Xie Guangzong rolled to the side, and the Beirong people's scimitar chopped at the place where he just fell.

"Behind!" Xie Guangzong shouted.

A knife brushed Chang Heng's temples, and Chang Heng looked back and saw that the knife stabbed the head of the Beirong people behind him.

"Haha." Xie Guangzong laughed loudly, and said while fighting: "I need you to save me, take care of yourself."

The laughter was so exciting that it went up to the sky. In Xie Guangzong's laughter, Qingyunwei actually smiled as they killed.

"Awesome!" Chang Heng cut off the arm of a Beirong man.

The passage at the gate of the city was piled with corpses like a small hill.

The bodies of Beirong people pressed down the bodies of Qingyunwei, and Qingyunwei pressed down Beirong people.

Qingyunwei retreated in the fight. They all knew that they would lose this battle, but they all wanted to kill one more Beirong man.

Xie Guangzong suddenly blocked the scimitar of a Beirong man. He felt the opponent's strength and his arms were pressed down.

The man was young, burly, and had a strong physique. He was the son of Beirong Chanyu.

The former god of war was old, and he could not stop the young Beirong general.

Xie Guangzong was slashed on the shoulder in the melee and was wounded in many places, but he did not feel the pain and was still fighting hard.

Chang Heng touched Xie Guangzong's side and fought with him. He couldn't let the old prince die here.

"Old Prince."

When Xie Guangzong heard the familiar voice, before he could turn around, Chang Heng pushed him back and quickly pushed him to the Qingyun Guard behind him.

He said with heavy breathing: "You two take the old prince away!"

Chang Heng and the remaining Qingyun Guards blocked the way of the Beirong people, and he heard the sound of horse hooves receding.

"Kill the enemy!" Chang Heng roared and waved his knife.

The sound of horse hooves faded away and gradually got closer again.

"Fuck your mother! What are you doing back here!" Chang Heng finished scolding, but suddenly felt something was wrong.

The sound of horse hooves was getting closer and closer, like the roar of thunder.

"It's reinforcements!" Qingyun Guard shouted.

The black-armored cavalry came from the street, and the dense iron hooves made the ground tremble slightly.

The biting north wind made Xie Tingzhou's cloak whistle. He reined up his horse in the middle of the long street and looked at the leader of Beirong through the fighting crowd.

"Hu, Yan, Tuo!" Xie Tingzhou said every word.

Huyantuo laughed on the horse, "Long time no see, thank you Tingzhou."