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

Wumuduo is a wolf character. There is a fierce light flashing in his eyes. Holding a sharp weapon, he is about to hit Zhang Liao's neck who is standing not far in front of him.

"Whoosh!"

There was another sound of breaking air, this time it came from the side!

A sharp arrow shot straight through his palm.

Wu Muduo felt so much pain that it seemed as if the tendons in his hands were broken and he could not exert any strength. The weapon in his hand also fell to the ground.

"when!"

A large number of soldiers emerged from the rooftops, with their longbows drawn and sharp arrows pointed at the group of barbarians.

If you make the slightest movement, you will immediately end up with thousands of arrows piercing your heart!
These are the Great Yan Iron Cavalry, skilled in archery and fighting!
"Down!"

"Don't...don't kill me!"

Finally, these dozens of figures knelt down one after another, not even daring to breathe!
“You…you guys!”

Seeing that the young man was still as calm as ever, there was finally some fear in Wumuduo's eyes.

The strength of these people is truly terrifying!
Even a master archer is no more than this, right?
With such a short reaction distance, the arrow hit him and even cut his tendons!

Wumuduo had also seen the so-called archers from the Cheshi Kingdom, but in comparison, they were not even a little bit inferior!

What frightened him even more was that the young man never took it seriously from beginning to end, even though the blade was very close!
Wumuduo also knew that even without this arrow, he would have no way of taking that man's life, just like a layer of fog shrouding him...

Extremely mysterious!

There is also a strong sense of pressure!

Endless regret arose in his heart. Why did he provoke this group of killers?
"Xilulu!"

Chen Qianzhi and others finally rushed over, and the barbarians did not dare to move and crawled on the ground, trembling.

People hiding in every corner also came out one after another, each of them was ragged and unkempt, just like beggars.

Their eyes were fixed on this army, on...
Those flags still fluttering in the wind!
Hunting noise!

"inflammation"!
There was a strange light flashing in each pair of eyes, as if they had found their backbone again, and then there was a sense of pride...

In the end, what arose in my heart was endless bitterness!
This brave and combat-savvy army is the iron cavalry of the Han Dynasty. After waiting for so long, this day has finally come...
Zhang Duwei, Guan Shurong and others all collapsed on the ground, turbid tears kept falling, and they were still mumbling.
"Zhongyuan Royal Master!"

"Dayan's army!"

"Come...come and save us!"

"Really... it's coming!"

"Old friends, have you ever seen it?"

Each murmur was like a needle piercing the softest part of everyone's heart.

The common people were also silently shedding tears, mourning the dead souls, and a strong sense of sorrow gradually spread.
"Lao Guan, Lao Zhang..."

"Grandpa Qiu!"

"Uncle Mo!"

Liang Bo, Fan Hailiang and six other people rushed up from behind. When they saw Guan Shurong and others in the field, they shouted and rushed over.

When Yizhou was surrounded, most of the hundred cavalrymen who rushed out came from Liuzhong City, because it was on the edge and could escape into the depths of the desert.

Wei Liang and his men had only been transferred from Yicheng to Liuzhong a few months ago, and they also broke out of the siege.

"You...you...are all still alive?"

Guan Shurong, Qiu Chun and others were stunned, and soon a look of joy appeared on their faces.

When acquaintances meet, especially after experiencing the separation of life and death, there is bound to be a sigh. Besides the excitement, there is more sadness.

The choked cries filled the street, one after another!
The thousand or so men under Wumuduo were all tied up and guarded by Zhang Zhi and hundreds of black-armored soldiers. They were all trembling in fear.

They don't know why, but they always have a feeling that a disaster is about to happen!
The Eighteen Riders of Yanyun and the Iron Riders of Dayan all went to sweep the city, one to wipe out the remaining troops, and the other to search for supplies.

Zhang Liao also learned about the situation in Liuzhong City and asked Chen Qian and Zhou Zheng to lead a team to look for survivors who might still be alive.

The common people also started to move. Some went straight to the cellars where they had been hiding to call everyone out, and many others led the way for the teams.

For a moment, the originally silent Liuzhong City was bustling with people again and plunged into busyness!

But there are many cellars in the whole city, even Guan Shurong and Zhang Duwei are not very clear about it.…

This matter is still a bit difficult to deal with, and we can only try our best to look for it.

After all, the original intention of building these things was to help Tibetans, so of course the more secretive the better!
Now it is estimated that only Li Yuanzhong, Qiao Wei and Leng Chong can speak of it.

Unfortunately, one died in battle, one was far away in Shazhou, and one was still under siege a hundred miles away...
After interrogating Wumuduo, Li Qiu also learned some information about the situation in Yicheng.

Originally there were more than 40,000 troops besieging the city, but now there are less than 30,000 troops left, and they are still unable to capture the city.

There are still many defensive equipment in the city, so I think it won't be a problem to hold out for another ten days or half a month.

Night.

Night was about to fall, so he decided to take a rest in Liuzhong City. Since they had fought their way out of Yanmen Pass, they had been on the road for seven or eight days straight, and even an iron man would be tired.

What's more, there is a tough battle to fight over there!
The army of twenty or thirty thousand is three or four times their number.

We should despise the enemy strategically and take him seriously tactically!

Zhang Liao doesn't want to advance rashly!
These soldiers followed and ran out, each of them came thousands of miles away and took great pains.

Then he has the responsibility to bring more people back.

A tired army that came from afar, without even taking a breath, had to run hundreds of miles to charge into battle.

Even the most stupid commander would not do such a thing!

Before long, wisps of smoke began to rise, emitting bursts of rich fragrance.

Fortunately, there was a lot of food and fodder stored in the city, enough to feed tens of thousands of people for a month, and there were also countless captured war horses, cattle, sheep and other livestock.

I thought this place was used as a logistics point for the army on the front line, but unfortunately it was destroyed!

More and more survivors were rescued, each of them was limping.
They are so skinny that they hardly look like human beings.

When they saw the steaming big buns, their eyes lit up and they started drooling!
Zhang Liao knew that these people had been hungry for so long. If they just ate and drank voraciously, they would easily die of overeating.

Therefore, he specifically instructed the firemen to tear the steamed buns into small pieces and distribute them little by little.

Strictly control the amount of food you eat each time!
Anyway, there will be enough to eat, but don't eat too much at once, so that your stomach can have time to adapt.

Although this may be more troublesome, it is worth it!
Although Guan Shurong and others did not quite understand the significance of this approach, they still had great trust in Zhang Liao.
Didn't say much!
After staying here for so many days, they have actually seen people starved to death, but they don't quite understand why. They were still worried just now!

Everything was going on in an orderly manner. After more than half an hour, nothing happened. Guan Shurong, Qiu Chun and others finally breathed a sigh of relief.

In addition to steamed buns, there are also some roasted lamb and broth.…

This meal can be called a feast!
Everyone had a delicious meal, the only drawback was that they couldn't eat their fill all at once, but had to eat slowly, in waves, and chew their food carefully.

It took three or four hours before it was finally finished!
Everyone was full and looked much better!
Night had already fallen, and many bonfires were lit on the street. The light of the fire helped to dispel the cold.

There were less than two hundred survivors, more than a hundred of whom were civilians. Among the thirty or so soldiers, twenty-three were former Wuzu Guards.

These veterans have been through hundreds of battles and have been fighting on the battlefield for decades. Of course, they have their own skills to survive.

Liuzhongcheng.…

Originally there were more than 10,000 soldiers and civilians!
Once the city was breached and the sands were washed away by the waves, only this much was left. Guan Shurong and the others felt extremely heavy-hearted.

Meng Yi and his men were lucky enough to survive, and he struggled to stand up.

"Grandpa Meng? You..."

Song Zhilan supported him.

"General!"

Meng Yi called out and Zhang Liao turned his head.

Then more than a hundred people stood up one after another, each with a serious expression, and Wei Liang and the other six also stood with them.

"Liuzhong City, all the soldiers and civilians, thank the general for saving our lives! Thank you, Tang soldiers, for saving our lives!"

Looking at those weather-beaten faces and those rather vicissitudes of life eyes, Zhang Liao also felt a little uncomfortable.

He didn't like this kind of scene very much, or didn't know how to deal with it.

These people are extremely stubborn. If you ask them not to be so polite, they will not be happy about it, and they will probably nag again.

This is quite annoying, so it’s better to just choose silence!

There was still a strange light in the eyes of Meng Yi, Guan Shurong and the other two hundred people.

I looked at the flags fluttering in the night wind, and then at the soldiers in helmets and armor, and the figure in a white robe.…

炎!
Great inflammation!

From now on, they can stand up straight and live their lives without having to follow other people's wishes or wander around, just because they have a friend behind them.
There is also a country that makes people proud!

Being able to travel thousands of miles and send a lone troop deep into the desert just to practice the principle of 'never abandon', how can such a Da Yan not make people have a strong sense of belonging?

"The people of Dayan, thank the general and all the soldiers for saving our lives!"

Meng Yi and others spoke again, emphasizing each word and shouting in unison.

The vigorous and powerful voice interweaves in the night sky, lingering for a long time and lingering!
"Thank you, General!"

Nearly 200 people knelt down in unison and kowtowed. Some even had tears in their eyes, with complicated expressions in their eyes…
There is sorrow, but also joy and pride!
Too many acquaintances and friends are buried in this abandoned city, all of whom left in tears in despair.

Those pairs of dying eyes still carried deep concern, worrying about whether those who still remained in this city could survive safely!

General Qiao fought a bloody battle at the East Gate. Even though he shed his last drop of blood and died of exhaustion, he did not forget to shout loudly there...
Let the villagers prepare food and hide!
After the city was broken, Lieutenant Liu Ji and General Ma Zhaoying continued to fight in the city with the remaining troops in order to delay time and engage in the most brutal street fighting.

In the end, most soldiers either died in battle, or were besieged and committed suicide. Many of them spontaneously organized resistance and would rather die than surrender!
In the west of the city, more than 200 young men ambushed the enemy everywhere and all died in battle; the retired veteran Gao Zan also gathered the men on the same street.…

There is also the white-haired old scholar Fan Buqi who wrote on his lapel:
"Shouyang ambition, Suiyang spirit, the same mind, the same past and present!"

He hanged himself in the academy!

One by one, one by one...

These deeds are countless!

Although Liuzhong City is not located in the heart of the Central Plains, the integrity and pride of the Han people are fully displayed and have not brought shame to their ancestors!
if.…

How great it would be if those dead could take a look at the brave soldiers of Dayan and this army that has experienced hundreds of battles?
"General in white robe... Hu Zi... have you seen him? General in white robe has come to save us... He..."

"He is right here!"

"Dad, I'm the head of the family. You can all go and rest assured. I'm at home. I will raise Ergou and take care of our mother until she dies."

"Old buddy, we...we are finally going back to the Central Plains..."

Everyone was crying softly and mumbling something, as if the dead could really hear them.

Zhang Liao did not disturb them, and the soldiers remained silent.

The burden these people have been carrying for thirty or forty years is really too heavy, and they really need to vent.

"Huhuhu~"

A gust of wind blew, and the torches began to sway, illuminating the darkness, with hazy shadows, as if there were really people standing there.

This day...

It seems a little colder too!
Many people couldn't help but shiver. It was an inexplicable cold that penetrated deep into their bones and was a bit weird.

"Boss, is that you?" a woman shouted.

"Keer!"

"Qiao Dutou!"

Each of them seemed to sense something, and they kept talking and looking into the darkness, as if they really saw those familiar faces.

people.
After a while, these people burst into tears again, and the tears kept dripping down like a kite with a broken string.

them.…

I am still worried and anxious in my heart!

"Huh~"

Another gust of wind blew, but it brought with it an inexplicable warmth that made people feel like they were bathed in a spring breeze, and it gently passed through the crowd.

It was as if there were hands gently soothing those who were losing their composure.

Zhang Liao also frowned.

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(End of this chapter)