Chapter 157 Chapter One

This year's winter came very early, and the snow fell in September, with a light layer, like a small white flower blooming in the pasture in spring. Xia Jun retreated again, this is already the third day of their siege, the expected large-scale impact did not come as expected, Zhao Yang surrounded the Dragon Yin Pass very cautiously, preventing Chu Qiao from going forward His thoughts at the moment must be very complicated. He is afraid that it is a trap set by Yanbei, and he is also afraid that Yan Chu turned against him and missed this opportunity to kill Chu Qiao. The news of He has already spread like wildfire, and it is impossible for Zhao Yang to investigate everything.

At night, a strong wind blew across, Chu Qiao stood on a high soil slope, looking at the devastated battlefield in the distance, the night wind raised her enchanting long hair, like a group of butterflies fluttering in the wind. The war has lasted for three years, and the Longyin Pass was built several feet higher than the Yanming Pass. The vast wasteland in the middle of the two armies was deserted, the autumn grass was half waist high, and the white frost and snow fell on the grass clippings. Passing by, there was a sound of chirping, like a snow-white ocean wave, faintly reflecting silver-white light under the moonlight, which was dazzlingly beautiful.A flock of crows flew overhead, sweeping up fine snow mist, and a crow's sharp claws fluttered across the grass, picking up something with ease, and it flickered in white, and disappeared in an instant.

Even though it was just a glance, Chu Qiao had already seen what it was. Her eyes turned to the white grass waves in front of her again. A trace of sadness and disgust slowly rose from the bottom of her heart. Under the thousands of swaying tentacles, another buried How many young bones? War is like a huge mouth addicted to people, swallowing countless fresh lives with blood dripping, and the desolate wind in the chaotic world crosses the eaves of broken families, leaving behind a humming sound, like the sound of a lonely soul under the nine springs. Sobbing.And is she also an executioner on the side of the world-destroying blade?

"Achu..." In the darkness, there seemed to be a deep voice calling softly: "Achu..." That was the voice heard in the past two thousand nights. The young man leaned against her side, pulled the quilt for her, and asked softly, "Ah Chu, is it cold?" Back then, the cold wind was blowing through the window paper, and the moon outside was as cold as frost, and the ground was pale. Flying birds cross, and the snow is thousands of miles away. Perhaps, a person's life is a chessboard that cannot be seen through. The road ahead is confused and you are hit by walls. You have struggled with all your strength, but you are getting farther and farther away from victory.

She slowly closed her eyes, and thousands of rivers and mountains passed through her mind. In a trance, she seemed to see the faces of so many people, the upright and gentle Mr. Wu, the calm and wise Miss Yu, the lively and clever Jue, the kind and honest Xiaohe... , Xue Zhiyuan who died to warn the enemy, Wen Yang who was beheaded to protect the army flag, Feng Ting and Murong, Wu Danyu who rushed into the enemy camp alone with a sword and was shot by thousands of arrows, the living and the dead Soldiers of the Xiuli Army, countless Shang Shen returned to Beishuo people, even Cao Mengtong who committed suicide and apologized, and those pedantic elders of Datong...

Lonely and weak brigade, no food, no supplies, cold weather, with tens of thousands of unarmed people, time goes by little by little, the enemy's iron hooves gradually lose patience, children are crying from hunger, and the winter will At this moment, heavy snow is about to cover this vast land. Chu Qiao looked up at the emptiness of the sky, and vaguely saw another pair of eyes, those eyes that had sunk into the deep pool of ice forever, looking at her quietly, letting go of the fierce anger, coldness and sarcasm, Wang sees through the peace, saying over and over again: live on... I know.

Chu Qiao slightly raised the corners of her mouth, smiled softly at the empty sky, and said softly, "I will always persevere." She turned her head, looked at the rolling camp, and said quietly: "I will always protect you." In the autumn of 778 in the Bai Cang calendar, at Longyin Pass, Xia Jun completed the first encirclement in history. Nearly 130,000 soldiers and horses surrounded Longyin Pass from all directions. It is foreseeable that a battle with great disparity in strength is about to start. Although this time Zhao Yang was still facing Chu Qiao who defeated him twice in Chidu and Beishuo, but this time he was not worried. Since Longyin Pass is very close to Yanming Pass, he He has also prepared a sufficient reserve army. Once he finds out that it is a trap, he can return to the city calmly.Secondly, Chu Qiao has no city to defend this time, no sharp arrows to use. The Xiuli army composed of 5,000 light cavalry and a group of old, weak, sick and disabled came to the plains to face his 100,000 heavily armored army head-on. Seeking death.Three times, Yanbei's spies finally sent back the news yesterday. Just seven days ago, Yan Xun and Chu Qiao fought outside Beishuo City, killing and injuring tens of thousands. Chu Qiao alone, if such a battle situation is still a trap, then he can only say that Yan Xun is too ruthless and clever, and it is not something ordinary people can resist.

In the early morning of September 18th, when the sky was just dawning and the fog filled the air, a burst of clanging drums and bugles sounded suddenly, like lightning piercing the sky, piercing the most fragile hearts of the Xiuli Army and the people. The morning sun passed through the white mist, casting golden shadows on the vast wilderness. The iron-gray armor of Daxia was like an overwhelming ocean, spreading to the end of the plain bit by bit, and the heavy steps on the ground were deafening. The sound seemed to be drilled from the soles of the feet to the spine, and the people screamed in panic. They leaned close together and looked at the vastness opposite. Like a speck of dust.

"Oh my God!" Someone sighed in a low voice: "What is that, is it an avalanche?" "preparation!" A sharp sound suddenly sounded from the opposite camp, followed by rows of infantry passing through the front row of cavalry, half kneeling on the ground, ready to charge. "Throw!" "Whoosh!" The spear pierced the sky and fell from the sky in a semicircle. A group of birds happened to pass by, and they were immediately pierced by the dense spear rain. Screaming in fear, they saw the rain of spears piercing the sky. The ear-piercing wail suddenly rushed into the sky, like a desperate lament, soaring into the sky, the war horses roared wildly in unison, roaring like a lying beast.

"The whole army line up! Shock!" In the bloody storm, Chu Qiao sat on the horseback, raised the silver saber in her hand, and rushed out at the head of the horse. The five thousand beautiful troops saw her and followed her in a neat posture without hesitation. No one hesitated, no one People hesitated, even the young warriors showed a trace of fear and timidity on their faces, but they did not shrink back and fight timidly. Guard He Xiao stood beside Chu Qiao and shouted sharply: "Brothers, don't let them get close to the common people!" "Fight it!" Deafening shouts of killing followed, and the shouts made people's blood boil.

Opposite was a vast ocean, and five thousand of them rushed over like a small wave, as if committing suicide without hesitation. Everyone was stunned, those Yanbei people who were screaming in despair, Long Yin closed the door and watched the lively Yanbei army, the elite soldiers and generals of Daxia, including Zhao Yang.No one could have imagined that Chu Qiao, with only such a small number of people, would dare to attack Zhao Yang's 100,000 troops head-on.Suddenly, everyone understood that there was no danger for Chu Qiao to defend this plain, and Xia Bing rushed to the pass would only drag the people into the battlefield. Her choice was to protect the innocent women and children behind her. Zhao Yang was slightly shaken, and his eyes became a little dazed. Looking at the Xiuli army who was getting closer and closer wielding their sabers, and seeing the young girl in green fur at the lead, his blood gradually boiled hot. "Soldiers! Are you less courageous than a woman?" The commander-in-chief of Daxia shouted loudly, and the black ocean suddenly let out a deafening roar. "The whole army is attacking! Go for me!" "Kill the enemy!" The orderly charge horn sounded suddenly, and the iron-gray battle robes danced with the wind. The soldiers kicked and rushed, as if an angry ocean broke through the embankment, tore a raging hole, and roared overwhelmingly . "Spread out! Array!" Chu Qiao issued a military order, however, the so-called formation of the Xiuli Army turned out to be a long horizontal row facing Daxia's army. The entire Longyin Pass is guarded behind them. The soldiers are wearing black battle armor, with fiery red cloud flags embroidered on their shoulders, shining brightly in the sun. , looking at the horse formation rolling in smoke and dust, his face was as calm as a silent stone. This is simply crazy suicide! Daxia's soldiers and horses are getting closer, dust is everywhere, smoke and dust are rising, getting closer, getting closer, so close that you can smell the breath from the horse's nose.Finally, with a sound of "boom", the two armies suddenly collided in one place, the violent storm rose suddenly, flesh and blood collided with white blades, the sound of weapons slamming resounded in the ears, waves of attacks came wave after wave, swords and swords, blood Splash, the flimsy line of defense seemed to be slammed by a boulder, and the messy broken limbs and blood were the leftovers after the muffled aftermath. The close combat was as sharp as a terrifying night, blood filled the eyes of the soldiers, layers of corpses were piled up on the ground, ears were buzzing, hoofbeats, shouts, screams, curses , charging, playing a symphony in the ear.The swords clashed together, emitting a blaze of light. The wounded could no longer moan. The fighting made them forget the pain in their bodies. The ground was a mess and slippery. , like a bowl of red mud.The saber was chipped, the spear was broken, the eyes were covered with blood, and the road and figure in front of him could not be seen clearly. All the thoughts left were only one belief, kill, kill, kill!Constantly slashing and killing, until the breath behind the body, the girl's words before leaving echoed in the ears of the soldiers: whoever breaks through the enemy's defense line will be the sinner of the Xiuli Army! If you have no weapons, then pounce on them and bite off the enemy's neck; if you have no horses, then grab their horse legs and drag them down together. The cruelty and fierceness of the battle made people heinous. He Xiao took off his cumbersome armor and swung a knife to cut off half of a Xia Bing's head. Crimson blood and white brains sprayed his face, and the man didn't care. Continuing to find the next target, Xia Bing was terrified by his fearless appearance, they retreated in fear, wanting to leave his line. The individual soldiers of the Xiuli Army are perverted with strong attack capabilities. Standing there alone, they seem to be a machine that never gets tired.The chest was pierced, the thigh was stabbed, the arm was cut, and they could still fight bloody without any scruples. A soldier's stomach was pierced, and his intestines were hanging on the waist of his trousers like cotton , but still roaring and rushing forward. Xia Jun were shocked, they were not human, yes, they were not human anymore, they were a group of lunatics, a group of devils.Zhao Yang gritted his teeth in hatred, it was like this, and it seemed to be like this every time, he didn't understand, what kind of magical power did that woman have, and what was there to deserve those soldiers to be so brave and fearless?Having such a strong soldier is the most elusive dream of all generals. Money, power, and deterrence cannot achieve it, but she has easily achieved it. With the sound of the army drums, one army after another rushed up silently, and walked into the bloody battlefield. streams, meandering and entrenched at the feet of human beings.The military officers in Daxia couldn't figure it out. Even if the opposite was really a solid wall, a gap should have been knocked out. Why didn't the line of defense fall down even though it seemed to be crumbling anytime and anywhere? The three vanguard heavy cavalry units have been wiped out, and the five infantry regiments have also been disabled. Before that line of defense, the dead bodies were piled up more than three feet high, like a low city wall, from early morning to noon. , the battle has no tendency to end, but the line of defense has become stronger and stronger from the initial crumbling.Zhao Yang knew that Xia Jun was fighting cowardly. Facing such a frenzied suicide attack, even he felt his temples throbbing. The sky was gloomy, and the sun was gradually engulfed by dark clouds. It seemed that he couldn't bear to see the desperate killing below. Zhao Yang was even thinking, could this be Yanbei's trick?Did they deliberately send out such an elite force to paralyze themselves, break away from the pass, and then destroy their own heavy armored army?But if this is the case, why haven't people from their pass come to support until now? Zhao Yang couldn't figure it out, but his fighting spirit was fading layer by layer. Facing the desperate Xiuli army, Zhao Yang gradually became a little scared.Even if he wins, what can he get?The corpses of five thousand Xiuli soldiers?This is not a battle that can be easily conquered. Killing Chu Qiao and eradicating Yanbei's most difficult enemy, this idea has become less fanatical at this time. At the last moment when the sun receded, Daxia's call to retreat finally sounded slowly. The Xia army cheered in unison, and then receded like a tide. As for the Xiuli Army, no one had the strength to continue chasing them. Almost at the moment Xia Jun returned to his outer camp, the soldiers of the Xiuli Army collapsed collectively, like a dam that had exhausted its last bit of strength. Zhao Yang discovered the battle decisively and quickly, so he immediately turned his horse's head, ordered the messenger to blow the charge horn again, and rode his horse in the opposite direction from the soldiers alone, shouting loudly: "Soldiers! , rush with me!" The Xia soldiers turned their heads in panic, only to find that the line that blocked them like a copper wall and iron wall just now was no longer there. Some smart soldiers and ruffian old fritters suddenly understood that the Xiuli Army had already become an enemy twenty times their own. At the end of the battle, at this moment, seeing themselves retreating, they finally fell. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity! So, the army turned their horses around, followed behind Zhao Yang, and charged away again. "All troops, assemble!" In the cold north wind, a cool and calm voice sounded slowly, not very loud, but it reached everyone's ears clearly. Then, while everyone in Jun Xia was rubbing their eyes in disbelief, behind the wall of corpses, some shaky ghost-like figures crawled up one by one.Their clothes were ragged, their faces were pale and uneven, and the swords in their hands were broken. They dragged their tired bodies and walked forward slowly, standing in their original positions, shoulder to shoulder, one, two, Three, ten, hundred, thousand... Everything seemed to be a replica of the early morning image, the blood-stained soldiers stood up again, staggering in a long formation, looking as if they could fall down with just one breath.But when they stood together, their bodies suddenly straightened, like a forest made of stones, and the line of defense was once again as strong as a mountain. All voices roared in unison: "Fight for freedom!" It was as if a thunderbolt rolled on the flat ground, and everything was shaken. Without bugles or drums, the Xia army all stopped involuntarily, and a terrible despair suddenly appeared in people's hearts: "We will not win! of." I don't know who came up with this idea first, and then, this thought quickly spread through the entire army through their eyes. Facing the enemies whose clothes were torn and covered in blood, the soldiers of Daxia felt terrible fear and strong anger almost at the same time. Respect. Zhao Yang stood at the front of the line, his face sinking like water. He looked at the blood-red girl, and saw her figure like a javelin, and he burst out with sincere admiration.Finally, Zhao Yang jumped off his horse, took off his helmet, and stood in front of the 100,000 Great Xia army, the 5,000 living and dead Xiuli troops, the tens of thousands of Yanbei people, and the tens of thousands of eyes in Longyin Pass. In front of him, deeply, deeply, bent down his noble waist! The soldiers of Daxia also repeated this action, they faced their most shameless traitor army, bowed deeply, and then repeated the enemy's charge call almost in unison: "Fight for freedom! " Xia Jun left suddenly, the world was desolate and gloomy, the autumn wind swept across the blood-stained grassland, everything seemed unrealistic like a big dream. None of the soldiers fell down, they still stood where they were, as if they were afraid that Da Xia would turn around and come back again. Chu Qiao dragged a heavy saber, and walked forward slowly with a straight figure. Her steps were heavy, her face was as pale as snow, and her blue fur was stained red with blood. It was not known whether it was her blood or someone else's.The soldiers all looked at her, as if they couldn't believe that Xia Jun had just retreated like this. She stood there, the wind blew through her long messy hair on her forehead, and swept over her beautiful eyebrows and face. Slightly flushed, like Zhao Yang, she bowed deeply to her army and said in a deep voice, "Soldiers, you have won." A shattering cry suddenly came from behind, like an ocean breaking its embankment, getting bigger and bigger, it was the people who were protected behind them, and at this moment, they finally rushed forward with tears streaming down their faces. Under the leadership of He Xiao, Xiulijun bowed to her in return, and their sonorous voices merged into one voice: "Your Excellency, you have worked hard." "You have worked hard." The sky was covered by dark clouds, Chu Qiao stood up, and shed two lines of tears quietly. Xia Jun didn't rush up again, but he didn't open the encirclement and let them leave. The cruel siege finally started. At this moment, Zhao Yang already believed the accuracy of the news. Chu Qiao had indeed fallen out with Yan Xun, and they wanted to leave Yanbei, the gate of Longyin Pass, will not be opened for them.In addition to going south to the waterway from Nanjiang to Biantang, you can only pass through your own defense line, and Yan Xun has completely sealed off the waterway in Nanjiang. He firmly believes that all this is accurate. On September 20th, it began to snow. The heavy snow was not heavy at the beginning, but it fell for two consecutive days.The rations in Xiuli's army are almost full. If it weren't for some people who brought some food, they might have been starving. All the tents in the army have been distributed to the elderly, weak, women and children. There are more than 30 people crowded in each tent. However, there are still old people and children who are constantly being frozen to death at night. There is no wound medicine in the army, and the wounded soldiers can’t even get a sip of warm water. The lives of the soldiers who can stand still, but there is no way. Whenever she saw the soldiers dying one by one, and the young children crying and starving in the cold wind, she wished she could rush back to Longyin Pass, kowtow to Yan Xun and beg him to save these innocent people. She smiled helplessly, only feeling that there was no trace of strength in her body. Yan Xun is indeed the person who understands her weakness best in this world. He may have already figured this out. What she was afraid of was that the people who loved her sacrificed for her in vain. In the past two days, she led the troops to attack four times, but all of them returned without success. Zhao Yang maintained a steadfast attitude, neither coming out to fight nor paying attention to their attacks. Every time he rushed up, it was a round The dense rain of arrows left behind dozens of innocent corpses. On the evening of September 22, a snowstorm fell, the temperature dropped sharply, and the freezing wind blew in. In just half the night, more than 50 wounded and more than 80 civilians were frozen to death.Finally, some of the people couldn't take it anymore. A woman in her forties suddenly left the army and ran to Longyin Pass to call for the door. It was like a flood. After that, more people left the Xiuli Army's gate. In the tent, they cried loudly against the cold wind, and staggered towards Longyin Pass. At the juncture of life and death, the fear of death in people's hearts finally overcame their conscience, and they left the team that had been desperately protecting them and ran towards their hometown. The soldiers of the Xiuli Army stood quietly aside, no one made a sound, no one stopped them, they silently watched the group of people crying and collapsing, and let them leave with a blank expression. The sixtieth old man ran up to Chu Qiao crying, holding the weakly breathing child in his arms, facing Chu Qiao with a face full of shame, wanting to say something, but in the end he could only let out a few short sobs. The child's complexion was already pale, and Chu Qiao knew that if he didn't keep warm, he might die soon. Something seemed to choke her throat, and she had no anger, no sorrow, no hatred for their treachery. As a soldier, she couldn't protect the people who supported her. She could only watch them die innocently. She had nothing to say. She couldn't bear to look at the guilty eyes of the old man, because the guilt in her heart was even worse, so she could only keep silent. She lowered her head, expressing her emotions wordlessly. Sorry. The Dragon Yin was closed, and a bright light gradually lit up. Under the gate, countless old people, children, and women came staggeringly. People were shouting loudly to open the door. The voice was filled with indescribable despair and fear. In the final analysis, they are some ordinary civilians after all, their wish is to live, and occasionally they have a little extravagant wish, that is to live a better life. The snow was getting heavier and heavier, and the sky and the earth were pale. The officer at the top of the city shouted: "Don't get close! Back! Back!" But no one paid any attention to him. His voice was drowned out by the noisy crowd. The people were weeping and laying on the city gate, patting hard and shouting: "Open the door! Open the door! We are the people of Yanbei, why? Do not open the door?" The cry pierced through the sky, and the soldiers of Longyinguan were stunned. They all clearly saw the battle two days ago. At this moment, no one is willing to point their weapons at those former comrades-in-arms , Now, seeing these common people, they stayed on the spot, not knowing how to exercise their responsibility as a defender. "Open the door!" The people slammed into the city gate crazily, and someone fell down. The people behind stepped forward regardless, and trampled that person into a ball of meat paste. The cries and screams echoed in the wilderness, the world was desolate and cold, and the snow fell, making the sky vast. "Stand back! Or we'll shoot arrows!" The officers at the top of the city were shouting loudly. "Don't shoot arrows! We are ordinary people!" "Please! Save my child!" The woman who ran out first knelt on the ground, raised the infant baby in her hands who was no longer crying, and cried bitterly: "You don't have to save me! But Please, please save my child!" "Open the door! Open the door! Let us in!" "Lord Chu!" The guard at the top of the city shouted loudly: "Come back! If you don't come in, we can't open the gate of the city. Your Majesty has an order. As long as you are willing to come back, we will forget the past!" "Master Chu! Don't blame the past!" Hundreds of city defenders shouted together, the sound was like a rolling thunder, rolling across the vast plain. The common people seemed to have found a savior. Someone suddenly turned around and knelt in the direction of the Xiuli Army. People were crying bitterly: "My lord! Go back!" "My lord! Help us, let's go back!" "My lord! Go back and admit your mistake to His Majesty!" "My lord!" The woman ran out from behind, stumbled and fell to the ground, the child in her arms was hit, and suddenly burst into tears, her voice was sharper than Da Xia's saber Want to stab someone: "My lord, please, save my child! My lord, please, save my child!" The world is so cold and pitch black, the Xiuli Army stood silently, looking at their commander. Chu Qiao's heart seemed to be torn into thousands of pieces, she bit her lower lip tightly, the taste of blood filled her mouth, her hands were icy cold, and her fingertips were trembling slightly. Yan Xun, Yan Xun, you've already arrived, haven't you? You have expected all this a long time ago. At this moment, are you quietly waiting for me to go back and kowtow to you on the Huoleiyuan outside Beishuo Gate? There were waves of screams in her ears, and thousands of people knelt at her feet, knocking their heads on the ground, and crying loudly at her.Just a few days ago, they were swearing allegiance to her with their fists raised high, shouting the slogan "Long Live Freedom", but now, they are begging her, begging her to go back and confess to Yan Xun. The reality is so cold, yet so helpless. Her eyes were dry, and she couldn't shed any tears. The bitter taste was rampant in her chest. Fate had driven her into the abyss of despair. It seemed that every step she took, she would be hit to the point of bleeding. "grown ups." He Xiao came over, stood firmly behind her, and looked at her worriedly. In his eyes, there was faintly a sea of ​​distress and pity. "grown ups……" He wanted to persuade her, but he didn't know what to say. Everything was so absurd and funny, and the world was so big, but where should they go? "He Xiao," Chu Qiao sighed softly, feeling that the blood in her body seemed to be frozen to death for a moment, she desperately wanted to die on the spot, but she still insisted on issuing a brief order: "Send the whole army, we..." At this moment, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes behind them, and the soldiers of the Xiuli Army turned their heads quickly, only to see Daxia's battle flag approaching ferociously, Zhao Yang led the army, and came back again! "Order the whole army! Resist the Xia enemy with me!" For the first time in her life, Chu Qiao felt that Daxia's army was so cute.She didn't know if it was right for her to think so, she just wanted to escape from this place like an ostrich, when Da Xia came, everything could no longer be taken care of, she had to turn back and fight!But she still thanked God quietly in her heart for not letting her make that heart-wrenching decision at this time, although she might pay a heavy price for this. "Your Highness! The whole army is ready to attack." "No need!" Zhao Yang said lightly, "We'll just turn around and leave." "Ah?" His subordinate was slightly taken aback, and asked, "Why?" Zhao Yang didn't speak for a long time, his eyes stared deeply at the thick night, and after a long time, he said in a low voice: "We can't let her go back to Yanbei." This back and forth fighting lasted for a whole night, and Daxia seemed to treat Longyinguan as a playground, and he was about to turn around in a while.Until the sun dispelled the long night and the heavy snow stopped, the horn of withdrawal was finally sounded. Chu Qiao returned to the camp with the exhausted army, but saw the silent eyes of countless people, and rows of corpses were neatly placed in front of the army. The fish were lying lifeless on the ground, their eyebrows, eyes and faces were covered by heavy snow, and small snow slopes were accumulated. Seeing that the battlefield subsided, gradually, some people left the barracks and left slowly. The flow of people gradually expanded, turning from streams into springs, from springs into small rivers, and then from small rivers into a dark ocean. They did not go to Longyin Pass. Instead of going to Yanbei, he walked slowly towards Yanming Pass in Daxia. "return!" Standing beside Chu Qiao, Pingan suddenly yelled loudly. He tried to pull those people, but was pushed to the ground. He lay on the ground and yelled loudly: "Everyone come back! Don't go!" But no one paid him any attention. People gradually moved away, they walked up to Zhao Yang's army, raised their hands high, made a gesture of surrender, repeatedly emphasizing that they were just civilians. A team from Zhao Yang's army came out and asked them to kneel down. Thousands of people knelt down in unison. They raised their hands high and kowtowed in panic. The soldiers' triumphant laughter came over, the soldiers of the Xiuli Army stood there in a daze, some were crying silently, but they couldn't say anything, what should they say?Encourage the unarmed to fight the enemy, or tell them you will get them out? The heavy snow fell from the sky again, Chu Qiao's heart was as cold as a rock under the ice, her eyes were dim, the battle flag was flying, the red clouds were like fire, the world was bleak, the winter of 778, welcome.