Being a Lady of an Influential Family

Hundreds of miles away to the northwest of Yanming Pass, a group of ragged Northwest Army was being trapped by Dayin people in a barren canyon.

The entire canyon has no grass and yellow sand is all over the sky, and the jagged rocks in the canyon have been eroded by wind and sand for many years, making them look fragile. But it is also because of this place that they can support themselves with exhaustion and scars all over their bodies.

But... this is only temporary. What they are dealing with now is only the soldiers who find them first. It will not be long before the Dayin people from all directions will rush over after receiving the news. By then, even if they have wings, they may not be able to escape day of birth.

"Young Marshal, brothers escort you out!" The adjutant bent over and sneaked to Song Lang's side, loudly amidst the continuous gunshots all around.

Song Lang's face was pale, but his eyes were full of murder.

Song Lang said in a deep voice: "Don't talk stupidly, where else can we go now?"

The adjutant said: "Even if we are all dead, we must send the young commander out."

Song Lang said: "I can't go far like this now, it's better to fight to the death than to run away in a hurry, even if I can't go back, I still have to keep those Dayin people here!"

They still have more than 1,000 people, and there are less than 2,000 Dayin people outside. A desperate fight may not be able to kill a bloody path, but... what he will face after rushing out, Song Lang can't think about it, and he can't think about it.

They were trapped in the encirclement circle of the Dayin people, and the Dayin people kept shrinking the encirclement circle, obviously to catch Song Lang.

Although people were sent out to report the news, the result of Dayin people's attention to Song Lang may be worrying.

The adjutant gritted his teeth, and he knew that what Song Lang said was true. Not to mention the young marshal, but they are also poor and many of them are still injured. It is almost impossible to escape the blockade of the Dayin people.

After a moment of silence, the adjutant finally punched his side and gritted his teeth, "Young Marshal is right, even if we die, we have to be dragged to the back of Dayin!"

The battle in the canyon became more and more fierce. Although the Northwest Army was weaker than the Dayin Army, they all had the will to die. Without an absolute advantage, the Dayin people couldn't take them down for a while and suffered quite serious casualties.

But the Dayin people were not in a hurry, because they knew that the Northwest Army didn't have much ammunition, and if they continued to fight like this, they would soon run out of ammunition, but they still had reinforcements to support them.

Sure enough, an hour later, the gunshots from the Northwest Army's side became significantly rarer.

Dayin's commander cheered up, finally showed a smug smile, and ordered loudly, "They are out of ammunition, they must be eliminated before the reinforcements arrive, and there will be a big reward for capturing Song Lang alive!" There are only so many rewards , Compared with sharing with others, it is more pleasing to eat alone.

The Dayin people who had been a little tired from the long stalemate immediately lifted their spirits and rushed towards the canyon one after another.

There are many sandstones in the valley. If those people hide, they will be useless with ordinary firearms. They have to get close to hurt the enemy. And they were originally searching for Song Lang's whereabouts of the light cavalry outside, and they were not equipped with heavy weapons, so naturally they couldn't bombard the inside indiscriminately.

The Northwest Army didn't hold back all the time. When they were about to approach, a group of wolf-like warriors rushed out of the stone forest. Under the cover of a small amount of firepower, they rushed aggressively towards the enemy on the opposite side.

Naturally, the Dayin people on the opposite side would not be afraid of these Anxia people who were clearly at the end of their strength, and rushed towards them screaming, because they saw Song Lang!

Song Lang is the young commander of the Northwest Army named by his superiors. If anyone can catch him, he will be able to enjoy the glory and wealth in his life.

The two armies quickly fought into a melee, so the gun was not a good weapon, and everyone began to fight hand-to-hand.

Song Lang's body was almost drenched in blood, and most of it was the blood of the enemy. But his condition is not very good. The long-term strenuous exercise has caused his injury, which had improved somewhat, to worsen. Not to mention the pain and inflammation of the wound, the most important thing is that his head is a little dizzy now. His eyes were even a little blurred, and his movements were all based on instinct. Even so, there was a pile of enemy corpses lying beside him.

Such bravery made Commander Dayin standing outside the battlefield admire, "Young Marshal of the Northwest Army, such bravery truly lives up to his reputation."

The person next to him said, "No matter how powerful it is, it has fallen into our hands? The chief has made a great contribution this time. What can Song Ye do if the most valued son is in our hands?"

While speaking, he waved to the people next to him.

Someone has already picked up a long gun and aimed at Song Lang in the battlefield. It is not easy to accurately hit a person at such a distance on the chaotic battlefield. After all, people are not fixed targets, and Song Lang no.

"Don't beat him to death."

The gunman nodded silently, but his eyes were still fixed on the man who was fighting desperately.

Song Lang vaguely felt that someone was staring at him, but his current situation did not allow him to carefully distinguish the source of that dangerous gaze. Because compared with the unknown danger, his surroundings are more dangerous.

The bayonet in his hand had already fallen to the ground, and without looking at it, Song Lang pulled out the dagger at his waist and wiped a man's throat. The next moment, there was a sharp pain in his back shoulder, Song Lang turned his head and raised his hand to grab the blade that pierced his back shoulder. Completely ignoring the wound and pain, he kicked the person behind him away with a sideways kick. At the same time, he staggered and almost fell into the yellow sand.

Someone roared from behind, and a Dayin soldier stabbed Song Lang angrily with a bayonet.

Song Lang's right shoulder was seriously injured, his left hand was cut by a sharp blade, and he was already unable to fight anymore. He forcefully pulled out the knife on his back shoulder, and without the slightest pain on his face, he threw the knife at the Dayin man.

"Young commander?!" The soldiers of the Northwest Army next to them screamed and wanted to rush over, but they were entangled by the Dayin man in front of them, unable to escape. The bayonet stabbed straight at Song Lang's chest.

"boom!"

"boom!"

"boom"

Three gunshots sounded abruptly in the canyon almost at the same time, but it seemed extraordinarily clear on the supposedly noisy battlefield.

A blood spot bloomed between the eyebrows of the Dayin soldier who stabbed Song Lang, and he fell behind with his eyes wide open.

At the same time, a bullet hit Song Lang's right shoulder. The severe pain made Song Lang's originally blurred mind regain consciousness in an instant. hurt.

At the same time, outside the battlefield where Commander Dayin was, the gunman who had just shot also fell down.

Above the canyon, Leng Sa, who had just fired a shot, dropped the gun to another target. Her gaze had become calm and sharp, but her heart was still heaving.

While shooting and cleaning up the enemies near Song Lang, he ordered, "Jiang Zhan, take someone to kill that commander."

"Fu Yucheng, take someone down to clear the place."

"Zhou Yan, long-range cover."

The expressions of the others were equally serious. If they came a little later, Song Lang might really die here.

"Yes!"

Song Lang immediately sensed that someone was covering him, and the opponent's marksmanship was very accurate. But in a short while, a vacuum zone almost formed around Song Lang, and the soldiers of the Northwest Army also moved closer to Song Lang.

The adjutant supported Song Lang with a knife in his hand, "Young commander, reinforcements are here."

Song Lang nodded slightly, and ordered in a low voice, "Retreat back, and distance yourself from the Dayin people."

"Yes."

Before they could execute, gunshots were heard from both sides of the canyon at the same time.

The firepower is quite fierce, and it is obvious that the opponent's weapons and equipment are much better than those of the Dayin people. But Song Lang obviously found out that there might not be many people on the other side.

However, such an elite is enough to deal with the Dayin people who have been fighting fiercely with the Northwest Army for a little while.

The opponent was obviously very organized. There were sharpshooters on the canyon to clear out the bottom-level commanders of the Dayin people or those who were more threatening, and then concentrated their firepower to shoot ordinary soldiers.

The Dayin people were caught off guard and thought that An Xia's reinforcements had arrived, so they retreated in a mess.

"Boom! Boom!"

When the Dayin people and the Northwest Army completely distanced themselves, there was an explosion in the canyon.

For a while, the canyon was full of dust and yellow sand, and the soldiers of the Northwest Army couldn't help but raise their hands to cover their mouths and noses while hiding in the stone forest, let alone the Dayin people who were in the center of the explosion.

"It's so powerful." The adjutant supporting Song Lang couldn't help but whispered while watching this scene, do they have such a powerful person in the Northwest Army?

Song Lang didn't speak, but looked at the high place on the side of the canyon.

The sound of gunfire is very steady, and the rhythm is as smooth as the mood of the person who fired the gun.

But every time a gun is fired, an enemy is bound to be taken away.

He had only seen this shooting style on one person.

The battle ended quickly. After the gunfire faded away, a group of people came down from both sides of the canyon and began to clean up the battlefield in a well-trained manner.

Fu Yucheng no longer had the excitement and panic of going to the battlefield in the first place, and calmly cleaned the battlefield with his subordinates to check if there were any fish that slipped through the net.

Not far away, Jiang Zhan came over with a person, only Zhou Yan was still guarding the high place with a sharpshooter.

Leng Sa saw that nothing was wrong, so she stood up and slid down the edge of the canyon neatly. Climbing the gap in the mountain wall, he fell to the bottom of the valley smoothly all the way.

"Young Master Song, you look a bit embarrassed." Song Lang was indeed in a panic, not to mention the blood and sand all over his body, and the blood from the wound on his shoulder had already soaked half of his shoulder.

Song Lang raised his eyes to look at Leng Sa who was walking towards him with a gun, and smiled helplessly, "Young Madam laughed, I can't repay you for saving my life. From now on, Young Madam can talk about anything she needs."

Leng Sa smiled and said, "Let's talk about the grace of saving our lives after we go out. How is it? Can you hold on?"

Song Lang nodded and said, "No problem."

"That's good." Leng Sa breathed a sigh of relief, they don't have time to stop here for a rest.

What's up~ Dear ones, these two days have been a bit stuck in the plot, so there will be fewer updates. After rationalizing the ideas, we are about to start preparing for the end, and we will start to update on the 5th, and we will follow up a little more later. Try to end this month~~(*￣3)(ε￣*)