Datang: Ten Years of Proton, Leading an Army of Millions to Return

"Hahaha! You old guys are really noisy!"

"Can't you just stay here? Do you really think I'm willing to serve you?"

"What a damn bad luck!"

These four or five barbarians were all cursing and seemed extremely reluctant, but they were honest and ruthless when they attacked.

She's cursing in public, but she's smiling in her heart!
"Crack! Crack!"

There were several more noises in succession, and soon these people were beaten to pieces.

Then another barbarian came over with a bucket of water and poured it directly over...
It was such a cold day, they all had injuries on their bodies and were wearing very thin clothes. How could they withstand having cold water poured on them?
In just a short while, a thin layer of ice formed on his body, and even his wounds were frozen!

The dozen or so people who were captured were shivering from the cold, and the weaker ones even turned pale and were dying.

The cold wind is still howling!
These people won't be able to hold on for long, and the final outcome will be nothing more than freezing to death here.

"Hahaha!"

"That bitch dared to bite me just now? Throw a few more buckets of water on her! Let her enjoy it!"

"And that old man is also very arrogant!"

"There aren't many girls left in this city, and every one of them is a treasure! Take it easy, don't get too tired! Otherwise, you'll have nowhere to have fun in the middle of the night."

These barbarians laughed even more wildly, as if they were not torturing living people but just a bunch of animals.

Many people hid in various corners and did not rush out to save people. This...

It's a trap!
Although there were only four or five barbarians on the street, there were still a large number of troops lying in ambush in those houses. As long as there was any unusual movement, they would be able to rush out in the blink of an eye!

"These beasts!"

Xin Ning, the strong man who was protecting Song Zhilan and others, had bloodshot eyes and clenched his fists.

But I could only watch and do nothing.

"The flags blocked the sun, the masts and oars connected to the clouds, and the bones were flying like snow... How many heroes were lost when the city was captured? Farewell, old friends."

Guan Shurong slowly closed his eyes, and a line of blood and tears silently flowed down his wrinkled face.

The whole world seemed to have fallen into silence for a moment, and there were at least twenty people watching in the dark.

Each of them had a ferocious look on their faces, wiping away tears, and several even knelt in the snow, kowtowed.

"Brother, brothers... no need... no need to send us off! Go back, all of you go back... If we are caught, that... is our fate! We can't blame anyone..."

Among the tied people, a white-haired soldier was still shivering, his voice full of sorrow, and he was still speaking with difficulty.

He knew that this commotion must have attracted a lot of people!
Everyone was watching in secret, and they could only watch them go like this, to send them off for the last time as a token of their love.

This is how it was done in the past!
This place is not safe to begin with. The longer you stay here, the more likely you are to be caught!
"I know what you mean! Let's go! Let's go! Leave...leave here!"

It was another octogenarian, shouting weakly.

"Wife, hurry up! Remember to raise the child! Before that, you are not allowed to die, otherwise... I will die with regret!"

A man also shouted.

"Let's go, everyone, let's go quickly..."

"Live, live well!"

The remaining few people also spoke up. Even though they were tortured beyond recognition, they just wanted those villagers to leave this dangerous place as soon as possible.

If you get caught, you will die!

"Hehe! Still pretty tough huh?"

"Keep hitting them! Until they can no longer shout!"

"give it to me!"

"Clap! Clap!"

The crisp sound of whips rang out again, as if whipping everyone's heart. They wanted to rush out, capture those beasts alive, and eat their flesh.

"These beasts!"

Song Zhilan gritted her teeth and cursed viciously. The other people also looked extremely ugly with red eyes.

It was the first time they had seen such a scene!

"Laoguan!"

Next to Guan Shurong, a gray-haired soldier was also furious, with veins popping out on his forehead. Perhaps because of his anger, his body was shaking...
"You know clearly that we already had an agreement..."

Captain Guan's eyes were hollow as he spoke in a low voice. He then clenched his teeth, his cloudy old eyes filled with grief. He spoke word by word,
"This is fate!"

In another corner, a dishevelled woman was also in tears, staring at the tortured figure, muttering:
"Master...I promise...I promise you...Baoer, he will definitely grow up!"

"Tell him again that his dad is a great hero!"

"Ugh!"

Beside her, several people were still comforting her, sighing secretly in their hearts.

Desperate?
After the city was broken, everyone lost their humanity and wandered around the city like animals, struggling to find a way to survive.

There is endless desert as far as the eye can see, and you never know where you might run into those beasts. Where else can you go?

And everyone knew in their hearts that Yicheng was already overwhelmed and could not possibly send troops to rescue them.

I can only live my life in this muddleheaded way, and wait until the day I am found, I will be dead.

Maybe I will be relieved!
real.…

I feel free!

It’s two or three miles away from Liuzhong City.

Li Kuan and his 7,000 cavalry were still on their way when a team of scouts came running back with a heavy look on their faces. They said:
"Your Majesty, Liuzhong City has been breached! No garrison was found. It seems... it has become an empty city! The scene is extremely miserable..."

Perhaps he saw something, there was anger in his eyes and even his voice was trembling!
The hearts of Liang Bo and the other six people sank!
"go!"

Li Kuan didn't say much.

All the riders quickened their pace!

In the south, good information came from the Tang Dynasty, which was almost about to become the Great Yan, but in the north, bad news continued to come.

Li Kuan's heart couldn't help but feel heavy.

It didn't take long before the group arrived at the city gate, and saw devastation everywhere!

There were corpses everywhere, some of them were quite old, lying in a pool of blood, all of them died in battle, their bodies frozen stiff by the ice and snow... The white-haired soldiers in the city would never surrender or retreat even if they all died in battle!

The city survives as long as the people are there; the city dies and the people die!
That sonorous oath is still echoing in my ears!

The corpses were like ice sculptures, with different expressions, as if they were still fighting and bleeding, standing in the wind and snow...
It's really shocking to watch!
Everyone can see that there has been an extremely arduous and bloody battle here!
Even though we had never met and did not know each other, when we saw such a shocking scene, how could we not be moved by these people's tragic actions?

"These beasts!"

Many soldiers were so angry that they were shaking. They slashed the snow with their swords and weapons to vent their anger.

In this situation, who can remain indifferent?

"Grandpa Qiao...Grandpa Qiao!"

Fan Hailiang was sharp-eyed and saw a corpse standing at the city gate. He ran over crying, and Li Kuan and others followed closely behind him.

Chen Qingzhi, Zhang Liao, and the Eighteen Riders of Yanyun were all observing the situation around them and were on full alert!

The two thousand cavalrymen occupied several important roads out of the city to avoid enemy ambushes.

"Old Joe!"

"General Joe!"

"Dutou!"

Liang Bo and his men also cried out in grief, jumped off the horses, and crawled over.

I saw a corpse with white hair and beard standing at the city gate, wearing a helmet and armor, standing proudly in the wind and snow.

The ground was littered with corpses lying in pools of blood. The old man was also covered in blood, and his face looked extremely exhausted!
His body was already full of sharp arrows, and a white spear had pierced his chest. There was also an iron sculpture behind him, supporting his back.

As long as we have breath, we must fight for every inch of land

The old general of the Han family will never fall!

His eyes, which seemed to still contain tears and were extremely vicissitudes of life, were still looking towards the east, with a very complicated feeling: there was longing, a trace of comfort, and...

Fear!
Finally, he could put down the burden of nearly forty years and return to his long-lost homeland to take another look. However, before leaving, he was worried about his own soul.

You will get lost in the desert and won’t be able to find your way home!

Time has passed too long. In the blink of an eye, everything has changed dramatically. I have even forgotten what Chang'an looks like. How can I remember the way home?
Perhaps the only thing that has remained unchanged over the past thirty or forty years is the local accent!
"Old Qiao, we are back! And with us is the King's Master from the Central Plains."

"Grandpa Qiao, did you see that? It's the white-robed general! He...he's here to save us."

"Wake up, wake up!"

The sobbing voices of Wei Liang, Fan Hailiang and others rang out, echoing in this vast world. The sad sound was like the cry of blood from a cuckoo, which made people feel sad.

Li Kuan's eyes were also slightly stern. He took a breath slowly to calm himself down, and then he got off the horse!
He took off the mask, but his tiger eyes were still fixed on the corpse, and he remained silent. The soldiers also lowered their heads, thinking and mourning.

No matter how many words I use, it is useless. It is difficult to vent the anger in my heart, and it is difficult to express the grief and indignation in my heart!

This group of white-haired soldiers, defending the lonely city alone in the desert and shedding blood on the battlefield, well illustrates what the loyal souls of the Great Yan Han family are!
No one touched Qiao Wei's body. Fan Hailiang, Lao Zhang and others just sat on the ground, sobbing softly, and muttering about the changes that had taken place in the past few days.

I want to let these brothers who fell in the snow know!
"Old friends, we...we have a new organization! The Great Yan Guiyi Army! It is affiliated with the Beiting Protectorate, and the Grand Protector is the white-robed general! It is the one in front of us... General Chen Qingzhi."

"You...you still don't want to get up? Have you seen the Grand Protector? If he blames you later, then...I won't take you home..."

"General Chen has arrived in Shazhou and started an uprising! In just ten days, he has recovered four towns and eighteen states, and occupied more than thirty border towns!"

“There are more than 30 of them!”

"We...we now have this huge territory. We no longer have to be looked down upon by others, and we no longer have to wander around. Where we stand is the land of Han, and it is the Great Yan!"

Every sound and every sentence was so touching and heartbreaking that even people like Chen Qingzhi and Zhang Liao couldn't help but have tears in their eyes.

Many experienced soldiers were silently wiping away their tears. Even Li Kuan could not remain calm and looked away, unable to bear to look...
"Flag...Han flag, Da Yan..."

Finally, Liang Bo walked over tremblingly, picked up the flag that had fallen to the ground, and gently brushed off the dust on it.

His eyes were extremely gentle, and he was mumbling something, while his wrinkled hands were stroking the tattered flag.

The scenes were still vivid in his mind, and he thought of his former brothers...

Singing all the way out of the border!
Those days were probably the happiest times in Wei Liang’s life, because at that time, his 50,000 comrades were still by his side!
After looking at it for a long time, he finally borrowed another flag.

One is the Han flag, the other is the flag of Dayan!

Liang Bo inserted the two flags in front of Qiao Wei's body. A cold wind blew, and the flags were still fluttering!
Li Kuan picked up a spear!
Use the gun as a pen, blood as ink, and the world as paper!

Write quickly!

In just a few breaths, he wrote a line of poetry in the small empty space next to it:
The setting sun in the desert shines on the armor, and the horses gallop in the smoke of war.

Loyal bones are buried in Beimang land, heroic souls guard the Han flag alone!
Signed: Emperor of Great Yan, Li Kuan.

This is a recognition of the merits of these soldiers, even if someone in the imperial court investigates in the future and wants to use the excuse that they are "remnants of the former Sui Dynasty" to not posthumously confer titles on them...
I guess I have to get past Li Kuan first!
"Thank you, General!"

Liang Bo and the others also understood what was going on very quickly, and tears welled up in their cloudy eyes as they sobbed uncontrollably.

"Let's go! Let's go!"

At this moment, a loud shout suddenly sounded from the east of the city!

"That...that's the direction of Huajue Lane!"

"There are still survivors in the city!"

Liang Bo and others shouted out loud.

Judging from the current situation, this city has been breached for at least a month, and Li Yuanzhong has not returned yet.

Wei Liang and his men didn't know who to ask for help and could only worry on the edge of Yizhou.

No one can do anything about the tragic scenes happening in Liuzhou City!

The group of people didn't expect that in such a situation, there would still be people alive in this city?

But judging from the situation, I’m afraid the situation isn’t that good!
Li Kuan's reaction was also quick. He jumped on his horse, holding a Fang Tian Hua Ji and rushed straight towards the direction of the shouting.

Extremely fast!

This city has already become an abandoned city, and the enemy would never have expected that such a team would actually emerge.

So there is no need to worry about being ambushed!
Besides...

Even if there really is an ambush, what is there to be afraid of with just those ugly creatures?
"Da da da!"

The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun and the iron cavalry of the main army followed closely behind, also gathering from various important roads and galloping on that street.

Fierce momentum! (End of this chapter)