Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

The yellow dust that permeated the sky looked like thick smoke and dark clouds. The scorching sun in the sky is shrouded in a haze and halo.

Standing on the tall chariot, Guo Shao saw the battlefield in a mess. The cheers after the victory have ceased, leaving behind the mottled scenes, the vehicles that were overthrown and broken, the wooden wheels that fell among the grass, the blood-stained war flags inserted between the corpses, and the worst is the corpses everywhere, suffering Wounded soldiers groaning...

Suddenly Guo Shao remembered a sentence and recalled the people nearby and whispered: "The worst thing in the world other than defeat is victory."

Listen, there is a faint singing in the wilderness... The singing gradually rises, and more and more soldiers sing along. Guo Shao listened and heard the lyrics clearly.

"Qi said Wuyi? The same robe with my son. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. Enmity with my son. Qi said Wuyi? The same Ze with my son. Master Wang Yuxing, repair my spear. "

The melody of Qin Yin in the Book of Songs is tragic and desolate. From the iron and blood, from the wind and dust of the soldiers and soldiers, Guo Shao was immediately moved by the atmosphere of the same hatred and hatred. "Hey!" Guo Shao patted his palm again on the wooden railing where the Yang Family used to support the battle, and his heart was filled with a complex mood of boldness and sadness as if initiation.

Wang Pu said: "Your Majesty loves soldiers like a son, and your majesty's ambition is the common ambition of the children; your majesty's heart for the people of the world is the heart of the hundred thousand soldiers of the Forbidden Army."

When Zuo You heard Guo Shao talk about dreams, he also said: "One person's dream, the world's dream!"

The soldiers nearby had spotted the emperor standing on the chariot, and they all looked up.

"Hey!" Guo Shao patted the railing again with a palm.

The wind in the west did not stop, and the smoke and dust permeating the vast wilderness seemed to be sparse. When a beautiful round of scorching sun hung on the blue sky, the world was unusually bright, and the earth was shining brightly.

At this moment, the rough and vast scene is in front of you! Guo Shao seemed to be in a barren era when he was opening up frontiers. He was standing on a high place. All the people of the tribe were watching him. Where would the whole tribe go? He felt that he must lead all the people of his tribe to march towards the sun in the east, and pursue a bright future like Kua Fu.

Yes, Guo Shao does not belong to this era, but he belongs to this tribe, where he has found his home, fate and destiny.

This civilization is different from other places. From ancient times to the present, there is basically no single supreme god; but it is not that there is no god, there are many gods, and those gods come from people who "stand on the mountain" and raise their arms for the world. At that time, the Huangdi led a tribe, swept the entire Yellow River basin with stones and wooden sticks, and then expanded to the Yangtze River basin to ignite the fire of civilization. In times of crisis, Dayu used simple tools to lead his tribe to manage the flood and defend the weak fire. All people have become gods, and the heroic souls that live in the hearts of billions of trillions of creatures are immortal! Going into the Chenghuang Temple again, almost all the gods were some people, but they were enshrined in the temple.

At this moment, young blood rushed in Guo Shao's body, even if the flood overwhelmed him, let the world hear the cry here. Standing on the high station car, he raised his arms and said loudly: "The leader of the tribe is to burn himself and illuminate the whole world!"

He left the battlefield and arranged for the generals and officials to close the battlefield. Then build a temporary camp and convene the ministers to discuss matters.

The wounded were treated by a team of professional doctors recruited by hundreds of soldiers, as well as taken care of by Zhuang people from the prefectures and counties who were recruited; the war dead would be treated with lime, etc., and the corpses were transported back to Kaifeng Mansion... Guo Shao asked the minister and himself After understanding the concept of the world, I gave up the military funeral that imitated the modern society, because everyone didn't care about it at all. It would be a waste of money to be grand in this kind of matter; most soldiers believed that after death, there is a soul and an underworld. What they care about is that they become lonely ghosts and no one pays homage to burning paper.

Therefore, Guo Shao ordered the banned soldiers to be killed in battle, to be transported back to their hometowns for burial, and to set up a temple in the capital to provide sacrifices every year; and then to compensate their families with money and food from the treasury. This is what people need.

Under the plan of Wang Pu, the chief of the military staff, the former army stayed in the same place for two days, waiting for the follow-up army to come out, and then gathered troops to march towards Jinyang; before the Liao army did not move south, once the elite of the Dazhou Forbidden Army came together in the northern Han The realm is an invincible existence, so according to the original plan, this group of people will drive into the open land south of Jinyang City, threatening the capital of the Northern Han Dynasty in advance.

Two days later, all 30,000 troops entered the open area of ​​the Northern Han Dynasty, and Guo Shao made a move!

"Jinyang!" A shout sounded in the Chinese army's big tent, and the mighty iron armor stepped out of the camp on foot. Da Zhou's ambitions and goals are not hidden, and the dream of the empire is screaming frantically.

The sound of horses' hoofs and footsteps clamored on the open ground, and the cloud-like military flag was waving in the strong wind. The rumbling drums sounded like thunder and earth-shaking, and Wufu spent thousands of years of horizontal blowing on the horse. The melody is completely different from the beautiful tunes heard in the Diaolou Painting Building. The short orchestral sounds are accompanied by snare drums in the yellow sand and dry grass. The battlefield is full of eyes, tragic and inspiring.

The drums roared, and tens of thousands of soldiers sang in unison in the music. "Great Zhou warrior, regain my rivers and mountains. The blood will not drain, and the fight will not cease..."

The emperor in iron armor rode out from the camp gate on a tall black horse, and even the old man Wang Pu rode a horse, no longer pretending to be elegant and murderous. Behind him, the tall and magnificent elite soldiers and generals drew like a flood, and the fierce tiger on the army flag glared at the mountains and rivers, as if roaring in mighty anger.

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In Jinyang, there were constant defeats of remnants who would be put in from the city gate, and the defeats on the front line were unstoppable. Zhao Kuangyin stood on horseback at the entrance of the street, unable to speak while watching this scene.

At this time, a strong wind was blowing. On the tall and simple Jinyang city tower, the leaves and grass were flying in the air, creating a precarious scene. It seems that such a majestic city is crumbling in the strong wind.

Although Zhao Kuangyin has only a few hundred personal soldiers, his official title belongs to the Northern Han Dynasty forbidden army. He also knows many people. At this time, he already understands the process of a war that has just passed... so he has no Right.

Judging from the early deployment of the battle and the grasp of the battle opportunity, Yang Ye is undoubtedly a rare good general, and he has the advantage. However, there has never been only one outcome of a war, winning and winning, simply and straightforwardly.

"The Great Zhou ban is too strong!" Zhao Kuangyin said.

Shi Shouxin and others around him were also from the generals of the Zhou Army imprisoned army, so he agreed. Li Jixun added: "Among the various countries, the Northern Han Army is also very strong, but the site is small and the number of people is small; this time, it is a bit surprising to hit more and less, but it is like this."

Zhao Kuangyin's heart was mixed, but his face was too dark, and his complexion remained unchanged. The Forbidden Army developed in the centuries of melee in the Central Plains is very powerful, it originally belongs to its own! His heart is extremely uncomfortable. In the world, there is a talent that can do a lot of things; let alone hundreds of thousands! Those people meant unlimited possibilities. Zhao Kuangyin felt that he had lost too much, no matter how broad-minded he was, he could not let go.

He turned back home unhappy.

After some contemplation, Zhao Kuangyin said solemnly in the hall: "I am afraid that the Northern Han Dynasty will be over this time. Sooner or later. It will be difficult for the Liao army to save them."

The atmosphere immediately became heavy. As soon as the Northern Han Dynasty is over, they will also be finished, obviously they will be liquidated.

"Is there a way to go now?" Li Jixun asked.

Zhao Kuangyin pondered for a moment, and said: "The three hundred riders we have left from Jinju (the battle between Ping Er Li) are the only strength left. If you don't want it, there may be a way."

Several military commanders were silent for a while, and no one said anything. Everywhere around Jinyang is now heavily guarded. Jinyang City is already under martial law; even if there are only a few people, it's very difficult to get out. With more than 300 people, if you want to go private with such a big movement, it might be as difficult as heaven.

But if ~www.readwn.com~ gives up only a little capital, the situation may be worse. The current Zhao Kuangyin and others are no longer powerful and influential back then, with no territory and no future. If they develop new manpower, who is willing to follow them?

Li Jixun said: "Brother Zhao confirms that the Northern Han Kingdom cannot withstand this Zhou army attack? Jinyang City is still very strong..."

Zhao Kuangyin did not answer.

Li Jixun asked again: "Can you ask someone with the military power to help us through friendship?"

Zhao Kuangyin said with an ugly expression: "We have already voted for the Northern Han Lord, holding the Northern Han's salary. Now the wind is wrong and we brazenly ask to escape. How can we say it?"

"Oh!" Li Jixun frowned.

Zhao Kuangyin was also very stuck in his heart, his future was bleak, and he had had enough of this depression. He said angrily: "Instead of asking someone to let them go, it's better to ask someone to recommend us to be appointed. It's too uncomfortable to sit and wait for death. Let's just have a good time. It is a battle between death and life, and a final contest with Guo Shao! I would like to try again, how strong is he!" r1058

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