In the north, the cold wind is howling, and the wind is carrying countless snowflakes, just like the hooves of thousands of troops trampling on the earth.
On the defensive line on the west wing of Yanmen Pass, the tense atmosphere almost filled the air. The breath exhaled by the soldiers suddenly turned into white mist in the cold wind. When you look at them again, there is a sense of helplessness and fear in their eyes.
The Xiongnu's newly appointed Zuoxian King Huyancha, with more than 10,000 cavalry, rushed towards Yanmen Pass like a beast suddenly jumping out of the darkness.
"Crossbowmen, prepare!" Xie Cheng's voice was as cold as ice. He was standing on the tower, his eyes like an eagle, staring at the enemies coming in like a tide.
The Zhenbei Army could only fight hastily at this time. Arrows were shot out like raindrops, but they still could not stop the enemy's endless attacks.
When the Hun cavalry charged, their momentum was like a violent storm. There were bloody bodies everywhere under the city gate, and the screams floated in the cold wind.
"General, the enemy's attack is too fierce. Our defense line is about to be unable to withstand it!" Guards Captain Lu Ye gasped for air, and his voice was full of anxiety.
