Chapter 450

On the rugged mountain ridge of the Qinling Mountains, a troop was moving slowly at this moment; this was the troop led by Bai Ting.

For the people of the Central Plains, this could be considered a heavy snow once every few years, but for the soldiers of Beijiang, this was just the norm of winter in Beijiang.

Bai Ting stopped and tidied up his armor slightly, exhaling a large mouthful of white air.

Behind him were two thousand silent Beijiang elites; these were not the Da Qian troops who had surrendered before, but the Zhenbei Army that belonged to the Zhenbei Prince from the beginning.

Even though the wind and snow were not small, they could still overcome it, it was just that the marching speed was greatly reduced.

"General Bai, ahead is Jiankou."

The scout captain leaned closer, his voice carrying panting. "The Western Liang sentry post is at Jiankou, and there are two more teams than expected."

Bai Ting wiped the ice and snow off his face, narrowing his eyes to look at the steep pass vaguely visible in the wind and snow.

This place was the only way to the grain route behind Wuguan, and it was also a natural danger that Western Liang thought was foolproof.

Even if the Ming Army had taken Wuguan by taking advantage of the momentum, Western Liang still did not give up this place for a reason.

Plus, this place could also confront Wuguan, so it was also an excellent position for the Western Liang army.

"Si Wushuang probably thinks that no one can cross over in this ghost weather."

Bai Ting's voice was low, carrying ruthlessness. "Order, first battalion, second battalion, take off your armor! Light equipment! Prepare climbing ropes! Third battalion, fourth battalion, suppress Jiankou with strong bows! Fifth battalion, wait for my signal, and attack the gate strongly!"

The order was passed down layer by layer.

The elites silently took off their heavy armor, wearing only inner fur coats, and wrapped climbing ropes around their waists.

The archers lay in the snow, and the mass-produced Zhuge repeating crossbows were aimed at the flickering torches and figures at Jiankou.

"Remember!"

Bai Ting's gaze swept over the soldiers who were about to climb the rock. "Fast! Accurate! Ruthless! Taking the sentry post is cutting off Tufa Yan's grain! Cutting off Western Liang's life!"

There were no grand words, only silent nods.

Bai Ting took a deep breath. "Action!"

Almost at the same moment, on the Lantian front line.

The wound on Zhang Honghong's right arm was still aching faintly, but she stood straight.

In front of her were the standing Beijiang cavalry, the white air exhaled by people and horses connecting into a piece.

"Listen to me, all of you!"

Her voice rose again. "That dog thief Tufa Yan is on the opposite side! The blood debt of Eagle Beak Pass should be repaid today!

When the horn sounds later, follow me, charge! Cut down the Qianghu flags! Chop off Tufa Yan's dog head!

Use their blood to sacrifice to our dead brothers! Do you have the guts?!"

"Yes! Yes! Yes!"

The low roar echoed, and the Ming Army never lacked morale and high fighting spirit.

On the Tongguan city wall, Murong Ke was wrapped in thick fur, but still felt the cold air biting his bones.

He looked at the endless Beijiang camps outside the pass, the lights flickering in the wind and snow, and the sound of drums and horns coming faintly, disturbing people's hearts.

"General, the Beijiang army is mobilizing again! Judging by the flags, it looks like the vanguard camp is changing shifts!" The Vice General pointed outside the pass, his voice carrying exhaustion.

"Changing shifts?"

Murong Ke's brow furrowed. "The wind and snow are so heavy, why change shifts? What exactly is Han Xiao doing?"

The anxiety in his heart grew stronger.

The ten thousand reinforcements sent by Wei Wenlie had just arrived, and the troops in the pass were sufficient, but Han Xiao's seemingly meaningless but continuous actions were continuously consuming the energy and vigilance of the defenders.

He had indeed been a general for many years, but wasn't the person opposite him also experienced in many battles?

"Order all units to be doubly vigilant! Han Xiao is cunning, so don't be careless!"

Murong Ke ordered in a deep voice, but his gaze drifted involuntarily to the southeast.

Qinling direction... is it really okay?

"Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!"

The crossbow arrows of the Zhuge repeating crossbows were fired, and the sound of breaking through the air began to ring out, and the Ming Army's combat plan also kicked off at this moment!

Dense arrow rain poured down; the arrows fired by the repeating crossbow were much more than the previous bows and arrows, and this was also the first time the Ming Army exposed this more exquisite weapon in their hands.

The Western Liang soldiers at the Jiankou sentry post were caught off guard, and screams sounded instantly, mixed with the whistling of the wind.

"Enemy attack! On the cliff! Fire arrows! Fire..."

An officer-like person had just roared, and a crossbow arrow pierced his throat.

Just when the Jiankou defenders were suppressed by the sudden arrow rain and couldn't lift their heads, dozens of black shadows slid down along the ropes hanging from the cliff under the cover of wind, snow, and night!

"Kill!"

The Beijiang elites who landed instantly rushed toward the chaotic sentry post.

"Light the fire! Send the signal!" The leading centurion kicked open the wooden door of the sentry post and shouted sternly.

A torch wrapped in oilcloth was lit, drawing three bright arcs in the wind and snow!

Outside Jiankou, the Ming soldiers who had been ready to go immediately shouted and rushed toward the open Jiankou!

The remaining sentries tried to resist, but under such precise cooperation, they did not cause much of a storm.

"Quick! Occupy the high ground on both sides! Control the commanding heights!"

Bai Ting's voice sounded in the wind and snow; he took the lead and rushed into the narrow passage in Jian.

The battle was short and intense, and the Western Liang defenders who lost the geographical advantage and the first opportunity were quickly cleared.

"General! The grain route hub is five miles ahead!" The scout reported excitedly.

Bai Ting wiped the blood spots splashed on his face: "First battalion, second battalion, follow me straight to the granary! Third battalion, fourth battalion, set up ambushes on both sides of the grain route to intercept reinforcements! Fifth battalion, hold Jiankou, don't let a single fly out!"

"Understood!"

Just when Bai Ting succeeded, the war in Lantian also began.

"Woo—woo—woo!"

The Ming Army's horn sounded, which was the horn representing the attack!

"Brothers of Beijiang!"

Zhang Honghong raised her long lance high, hoarse. "Follow me, kill!"

"Kill!!!"

The last defeat made Zhang Honghong lose all face; that was the Ming Army's first defeat, and as a general, she naturally couldn't escape the blame.

This time Zhang Honghong was determined to cut off the other party's dog head to sacrifice to the flag!

On the watchtower of Tufa Yan's camp, the sentry stared in horror.

"Enemy attack! Beijiang cavalry! Prepare for battle!"

The alarm sounded through the camp, and the sleepy Qianghu soldiers grabbed their weapons in a panic and rushed to the camp fence.

Tufa Yan rushed out of the tent, holding a curved sword with his one arm, looking at the Ming cavalry sweeping over the snowfield, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

"Zhang Honghong! You crazy woman!"

He roared. "Archers! Fire arrows! Stop them!"

The Beijiang cavalry braved the arrow rain without any hesitation and crashed fiercely into the defense line hastily formed by the Western Liang army!

"Boom!"

The wooden camp fence shattered under the impact of the war horses and the slashing of blades!

Zhang Honghong took the lead, her long lance dancing, and no Western Liang soldier could block her wherever she passed.

She was looking for Tufa Yan, the enemy general, and only had the commander's flag of Tufa Yan in her eyes!