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Chapter 184 It's a pity that the romantic is always idle (4)
I kept in mind the secret I planted last year. If I was in danger this time, I might be able to save my father once. I rode my horse for several days without getting off my horse, and finally rushed back to Baigou River at the moment of the decisive battle.

When I first saw the situation on the battlefield, I gasped and raised my hand to make Yang Xi suspend sending the undead battalion into the battlefield.

As expected, my father fell into the trick. He must have been attacked by the opponent when he intended to flank the left wing of the Chinese army. Besieged by Qu Neng and another general, both of whom were extremely brave and good at using troops, they were able to reorganize their troops during the chaotic battle and besieged the northern army to death. His father fought until his coat was scattered, his iron armor was blood-stained, and arrows behind his back The heavy arrow in the bag was empty, and the long sword in his hand was stained with blood, and the tip of the sword had been chopped off.

The guards around him had long since died, and their deaths were scattered all over the ground. The flag with the word "Swallow" was lying on the ground, and the corpses of the Northern Army were scattered all over the flag.The Southern Army shouted "Mie Yan" and the soldiers of the Northern Army wrapped up in a group to fight together. The knights on the horses and the pikemen on the ground screamed at the same time, people turned on their backs, blood spattered everywhere, the blood flying in the air had not yet landed, a new round of horseshoes trampled the fallen horses and human bodies to the ground mercilessly, With a savage shot, there was a muffled puff and the soldiers' mournful cries.

During the bitter battle, my father turned his head in a daze, his desperate eyes scanned around and then suddenly stopped, and he saw us.

I smiled at him, made a "rest assured" mouth, signaled the undead battalion to enter from the relatively weak right wing, protect the prince first, nodded to Jinxie, took the emerald jade flute that Mu Xin handed over, and kissed.

A faint voice, like ice water, splashed into the hot pot-like battlefield, light and clear, and stubbornly drilled into the ears of the soldiers who had already planted the magic voice for me.

In order to ensure that everyone on the battlefield can hear the Heavenly Demon Song, I used my newly recovered strength. If the flute sound is possessed by a god or demon, it spreads out and envelops everyone's heart.

Hiss suddenly!

I was overjoyed, and looked away. It was a soldier in Qu Neng's army who surrounded my father who suddenly dropped his weapon, hugged his head and shouted: "Ghost! Ghost! The ghost is here!"

It was like a stone smashing a huge wave, and the sound of weapons falling to the ground sounded one after another. The soldiers who were fascinated by me roared and threw down their weapons one after another. , Whether it was a spear or a sword, they were dazed and confused for a while, and immediately disrupted the formation. Seeing their strange and crazy behavior, the rest of the soldiers shuddered in their hearts, and couldn't help but stop in a daze.

Qu Neng and Pingan found out that something was wrong, they shouted sharply, and ordered someone to kill the soldier who suddenly went crazy. At this time, the best time for everyone to be at a loss at the beginning of the chaos, Jinxie raised the crossbow sent by Yang Xi, full of strength Shot, whoosh, shot directly at the banner of the Confederate Army!

The crossbow bolt had a slight arc and turned into a gray line that could not be followed by the eyes and galloped out. Almost at the moment of shooting, the pole broke and the flag fell!

The moment the arrow passed through the flagpole, it was destroyed by the powerful follow-up power attached to the crossbow by Jinxie. After a slight shock, it immediately turned into flying ash, without a trace!
In this way, in the eyes of the soldiers holding the flag, it seemed that the flag folded itself perfectly.

At the same time, the Immortal Battalion rushed in, according to my prior instructions, and shouted: "The traitor is in power, the king of Yan is in trouble, the ghosts and gods have shown signs, it is against the sky and ominous!"

Echoing the crashing down of the flag, the inexplicable insanity of more than a hundred soldiers was really like an oracle.

With a bang, the soldiers of the Southern Army suddenly yelled, turned around and ran away.

When soldiers fight in dangerous places, ghosts and gods have always been the most respected, and everything must be auspicious. Now that the flagpole is inexplicably broken, and if the comrades see ghosts, this is all witnessed by hundreds of thousands of soldiers. How can it be fake?Where is the fighting spirit?

Fighting with people, but the white knife goes in and the red knife comes out. Fighting with the sky is to seek death.

Mu Xin was quietly beside me, wearing snow clothes and a black crown, the wind blew his sleeves up, his expression was serene, he saw the southern army scattered, and Qu Neng and his son, who were the most fierce and deepest into the battlefield, were unable to turn the tide and were surrounded by the chaotic crowd. Turning round and round, he had to grit his teeth and fight desperately, his eyes narrowed, but he still only said indifferently: "Brother Yang, the wind direction is just right, this is the best opportunity to set fire."

"Yes!" Yang Xi raised his palm, signaling his subordinates to get on the rocket: "Set fire!"

There was a lot of sound, because of the favorable wind, the fire ignited ragingly. His father's face was covered with blood and sweat in the flames, and his clenched muscles made him look a bit hideous. The rescue of the undead battalion did not let him take the opportunity to leave the battlefield. He was never willing to give up the opportunity. He gathered the soldiers around him, reorganized the team in the chaos, inserted into the enemy's rear wing, took advantage of the fire chasing the southern army's fleeing footsteps, and bit Qu Neng's remnant soldiers tightly, vowing to report a big defeat. Trapped revenge.

Across the flames, I watched Qu Neng and his son in a bitter battle through the firelight, and sighed slightly: "The general's reputation has been ruined after a hundred battles, and the tragic song of a strong man has not yet been fulfilled... General Qu, you are out of luck. Strong enemy... may you rest in peace."

I suddenly feel tasteless, seeing blood flowing into rivers, seeing the sound of killing soaring to the sky, seeing corpses everywhere, seeing the end of the general... But they are not all my Ming people, if there is no war, they are our brothers, friends, peers... ...Just because of someone's selfish desires, because of my helplessness, because of the allure and glory of this tripod of heaven and earth, I will live and die under the endless knife of brothers, friends, and peers, and the blood that flows out will soak Yanzhao for thousands of years earth……

Turning the horse's head, Mu Xin and I looked at each other lazily. There was compassion in his eyes, and he said softly: "The matter is settled, let's go back."

I nodded, and suddenly heard a long laugh behind me, and someone said sadly: "Mao'er, today you and I will die here, just to be loyal to the country!"

I was startled, and Mu Xin was also silent. After a long time, he said: "If you clean up the battlefield and see the corpses of General Qu and his son, it's good to clean up...Li Jinglong may not be willing to remember him..."

Yang Xi agreed, I forced a smile, took Mu Xin's hand, and left Baihegou without looking back.

When I returned to the city, the prince and Princess Yan opened the gates of the city, paved the road with red carpets, carried a sedan chair, and led the guards to greet me in person ten miles out of the city. The road to the king's victory, the reward for turning the tide of the battle.

(End of this chapter)