Whether it was Turks or Dahua soldiers, everyone was stunned. To be able to instantly kill Labri, who is famous on the grassland, in one round, and the murderer is a Dahua who is known for his weakness, this is simply an incredible thing.
Hu Bugui and Gao Chief were the first to come to their senses, their eyes were red and they shouted: "The enemy Chief Labri is dead! Brothers, come with me, don't let a Turkic man go!"
"Come on—" The boiling blood burned in the chests of the soldiers. The killing of Rabri made them extremely excited, and the tragic death of their brothers and sisters made them crazy. Under the double stimulation of excitement and severe pain, their eyes were open, and there was only one thought in their hearts - to kill the Turkic people! Boundless combat power suddenly erupted, and this group of warriors dressed in Hu suits rushed into the enemy group like ferocious lions and wolves, roaring and slashing, their ruthlessness made even the Turks terrified.
Although Rabri died, almost all the heavy soldiers of the Hu people were guarding the city wall, and there were still as many as three or four thousand remaining. At this time of crisis, the ferocity of the Hu people can be seen at a glance. The half-height tower of the grassland city has become a key point of contention between the two sides.
Thousands of troops behind the high chief Hu Bugui fought all the way along the tower and the wall, as if they had rushed into a hornet's nest, and their eyes were full of dark Turkic people. Every step forward, blood and blood flowed into rivers, countless Turkic people fell down, and there were also Dahua soldiers who died here. At this point in the battle, life and death have long been at stake, Hu Bugui and Gao Chief roared and rushed forward, bloodstained all over their bodies, and their war knives were cut to the brim. Looking at the front again, Lin Wanrong rushed forward like a lone wolf, raising a knife in his hand, and countless Turkic people were separated from each other. His power to kill Rabri with a single knife left a deep shadow in the hearts of the Turks. No one dared to plunder its sharpness, and there were few generals under his command. The sword had already spread all over the gap, but he didn't notice it like an iron man. The blood-stained face was extremely ferocious.
"boom". Amidst the loud noise, thousands of troops came rushing forward, and more than 6,000 Dahua soldiers who were ambushing outside the city rushed in, crossed the grassland gate that Li Wuling and the others had pushed open with their lives and blood, and merged into a violent storm. The torrent rushed straight to the stubborn Turkic people at the top of the city.
The arrival of the reinforcements was like a shot in the arm, shocking all the soldiers, but the Hu people who were stubbornly resisting were terrified.
"Whoever offends me is far worse than punishing! Kill all these Turkic people—" Looking at Qian Qianerlang's young cheeks. Hu Bugui burst into tears, his long body roared with fire, and his sword wrapped around his heart. Drawing a white light, his huge figure was like a soaring bird, leading the soldiers into the enemy group, and with a wave of the sword, he split a tall barbarian in half.
Stepping through the gate of Helan Mountain, eight thousand soldiers descended from the sky. All of them had tragic expressions and fearless death. When they gathered together, they became the reminders for the five thousand barbarians in Bayanhot.
There is no strong crossbow to accompany, no artillery to help. From the moment the city gates of Bayanhot opened and the soldiers stepped into the city, it turned into a naked hand-to-hand combat. The last hurdle of the surprise attack is to fight for life, which is an unavoidable fate. In the dark night, eight thousand Hua Erlang and five thousand Turkic cavalry staged a tragic hand-to-hand battle on this vast grassland.
Lin Wanrong didn't know how long he had been fighting. His thoughts had already stopped, and the blood all over his body stained the broken robe red, turning into an out-and-out blood man. The curved saber pierced the Turkic man's chest in front of him, his hands weighed more than a thousand weights, and his whole body was numb.
"General, general—" Two anxious shouts seemed to come from the sky, he slowly came back to his senses, and saw two blood men standing beside him, their faces were covered with blood stains, only their faces were extremely anxious. eyes. His arm was pulled desperately by these two people, and one of them cried with blood and tears: "General, don't kill any more. This barbarian is dead! He is already dead!"
"Dead?!" Lin Wanrong looked blankly and looked down, only to see that the barbarian lying on the ground was covered with knife marks all over his body. A curved saber pierced his chest and sank deep into the ground. The barbarian's body was beyond recognition, blood Sprinkled all over the ground, the already dead can no longer die.
"Brother Lin, what's wrong with you?" Seeing his bewildered expression, a person on the right hurriedly grabbed his hand, with tears flowing down his face, the tears mixed with blood, his expression extremely terrifying.
"Are you Brother Gao?" The voice sounded familiar, but the cheek was covered with blood, unrecognizable, Lin Wanrong asked in a low voice.
The bloody man hastily wiped the tears and blood from his face, and grinned, but it was uglier than crying: "It's me! Brother Lin, it's me, Lao Gao! God bless you, you finally woke up!"
Lin Wanrong glanced at the bloody man on the left again: "Are you Brother Hu?"
Hu Bugui wiped away the tears and blood from the corners of his eyes, and nodded hastily: "It's me, it's me, General, you're finally awake. The war is over, Bayanhot is ours, it's ours!"
The excitement on the faces of Hu Bugui and the high chief could not be concealed. Even though the price of blood was paid, even though this Bayanhot was not as good as a county government, it was after all a weak Dahua who had lived abroad for hundreds of years. The first city harvested was the city of Dahua's deadly enemies, the Turks. What a great victory this is. For Dahua, which has been weak for many years, its great significance cannot be described in words.
"Really?!" There was no ecstasy as expected, Lin Wanrong just said "Oh" lightly, his eyes were misty like clouds in the sky.
"Yes." Hu Bugui nodded hastily: "In this battle, we wiped out a total of 4,802 Turkic cavalry, and captured 198 of them alive. We captured more than 30,000 horses and countless food and grass. The final general will start After some calculations, this amount of food and grass is enough to feed 300,000 people and horses for more than ten days. As long as the Helan Mountain pass is not breached for ten days, the barbarians will fight our army hungry. General, look-"
Along the direction that Hu Bugui's finger pointed, countless stacks of grain and grass stood tall among the burning torches, and thousands of soldiers held clusters of firewood in their hands and spread them between the stacks of grain and grass. As long as a torch is dropped, countless grains and grasses will be burned.
Lin Wanrong nodded silently: "How about the casualties, brothers?"
Hu Bugui bowed his head sadly, and said in a low voice: "Our army killed 1,377 people and injured 326 people, and the battle damage is 20%!"
Lin Wanrong's cheeks twitched, and he clenched his fists tightly, with tears in his eyes: "Where are the remains of Gang Lizi and the others?!"
"It's all settled," Hu Bugui choked up with tears tearing through his face, "I'm waiting for you, General, to send them off for the last time!"
Tears flowed down the face silently, and the scenes of hundreds of soldiers piercing their hearts with thousands of arrows and tearing blood to open the city appeared in front of them. "Ah-ah-ah-" Lin Wanrong suddenly let out a terrifying wolf roar, blood and tears flowed, and he pulled out the long knife on the ground with all his strength, and slashed at the city wall with all his strength. In the chaotic bang, sparks splashed, and the thick stone wall collapsed with a bang. The momentum was so great that the grassland trembled.
With a bang, the long knife fell, Lin Wanrong's face turned pale, and the tiger's mouth holding the knife was bleeding. Hu Bugui and Gao Chief stood quietly behind him without saying a word, their eyes blurred with tears.
The atmosphere was suffocatingly silent. After an unknown amount of time, seeing Lin Wanrong's figure as silent as a stone sculpture, Hu Bugui persuaded softly: "As a soldier, dying on the battlefield is the most glorious way back. General, please don't blame yourself too much for this."
"But Xiao Lizi, he's only thirteen years old, thirteen years old!" Lin Wanrong choked up and muttered to himself, his fists were about to bleed.
Li Wuling was the youngest of the soldiers who went to the outside of the Great Wall, brought by Lin Wanrong himself, and the only grandson of General Li Tai. Winning Bayanhot can certainly inspire people, but losing Li Wuling will deal a huge blow to Li Tai and the psychological blow to the soldiers of Dahua. Between joy and sorrow, no one can weigh which is more important! Li Wuling died in battle. Immediately, Bayanhot's big victory was much inferior. Even if he won, he was also defeated.
The night wind on the prairie was blowing against his cheeks, icy cold. Straight to the heart. The corpses of thousands of soldiers were placed in a long row on temporary wooden frames, and night crows flew from nowhere, circling above their heads, croaking, their voices were desolate and harsh.
The remaining 5,000 soldiers stood silently, tears hovering in their eyes, dripping down silently, and fell into the icy mud of the grassland in early spring.
Lin Wanrong took Gao Chief and Hu Bugui. Walking silently along the long array of heroic spirits, he carefully looked at each young face that was gradually turning cold and pale. The deep sadness is like the wind in early spring, permeating everyone's heart.
The most grievous portraits were the hundreds of warriors who pushed open the city gate with their bodies. Countless long arrows pierced through their bodies, and many of their remains were taken down. They were all hung on the city gate with an arrow shot in their foreheads. In order to protect their remains, the arrows that were difficult to pull out were carefully cut off by the roots. The arrowhead remains in the body. These hundreds of soldiers kept their eyes wide open until they died, and none of them closed their eyes.
Facing these brothers who used to be together day and night but are now separated forever, Lin Wanrong choked with sobs, stroked their cold and stiff cheeks with trembling hands, and gently closed their eyes one by one.
A slightly short figure appeared in front of him, the childishness on his face had not yet taken off. There was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had entered a dreamland peacefully. Among the thousands of soldiers who died in battle, he was the youngest and the youngest, but the yell-like roar of "my body may die, but my heart will never die" has remained in everyone's memory forever. heart.
"It's Little Lizi—" Hu Bugui and Gao Chief whispered at the same time, and their eyes instantly became moist.
Looking at Li Wuling's immature face, Lin Wanrong's shoulders trembled slightly, tears poured down from an angle that no one could see, and he grinned loudly, helplessly like a child.
Li Wuling was hit by eight arrows, one in each of his legs and arms, one in his right rib, one in his left chest, and one in each of his shoulders. Perhaps because he was the smallest and was unconsciously blocked by other soldiers, he was not shot in the forehead, and the most deadly thing was the crossbow on the left chest. His eyes were slightly open, but there was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had fallen asleep.
Lin Wanrong choked with sobs, slowly stretched out his hands, and tremblingly closed his eyes for him: "Gang Lizi, Brother Lin didn't protect you well! Brother Lin, I'm sorry!"
He gently closed Li Wuling's eyes, muttering to himself, tears rolling down his face. When I looked up again, I saw an incredible scene - at some point, Xiao Lizi's eyes opened again.
"Little Lizi—" Lin Wanrong exclaimed, without even bothering to wipe away tears, she hurriedly put her finger next to Li Wuling's nose to detect his breath.
Without a trace of breathing, his cheeks were already cold, and when he looked at his eyes, they were half-closed and half-closed, without any brilliance, his breath had been gone for a long time.
Is it an illusion? Is Xiao Lizi blaming me? ! Lin Wanrong felt even more sad in his heart, sighed silently, and slowly closed his eyelids. Lifting the hand, a surprising scene appeared again, Li Wuling's eyes slowly opened again.
Old Gao was also surprised when he saw it, and couldn't help crying out: "Little Li, good brother, Brother Gao knows that you will not die with peace. Don't worry, I will definitely catch a few more Turkic women, chop them all up, and give them to you as pawns." Daughter-in-law! Brother, rest in peace!"
As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to close Li Wuling's eyes. Little Lizi was unyielding, and slowly opened his eyes again. What kind of power is this? ! Hu Bugui next to him was so startled that he couldn't close his mouth.
Lin Wanrong pondered for a long time, and suddenly stretched out her big hand to press Li Wuling's chest. Xiao Lizi's chest was ice-cold, without a trace of heat, no different from other soldiers who died in battle.
Shaking his head in disappointment, he was about to withdraw his hand when suddenly, an imperceptible beating came into his palm. Although it was faint, it made Lin Wanrong ecstatic. He howled and burst into tears: "He's still alive! Little Lizi is still alive!" Live!"
"Brother Lin, my condolences!" Gao Chief thought he was insane, so he quickly held him and shook his head heavily: "I touched it, Xiao Lizi's nose is cold, and he has no breath at all. He has really gone!"
"No, Brother Gao, he still has a heartbeat, I felt it!" Lin Wanrong shook his head anxiously, took Lao Gao's hand and placed it on Li Wuling's chest.
Seeing Brother Lin's appearance sober, he didn't seem to be insane, Gao Chief was dubious, and put his palm on Li Wuling's chest. Lin Wanrong's words immediately aroused everyone's hopes, and countless anxious eyes focused on Lao Gao, waiting for his words.
Gao Chief held his breath, caressed Li Wuling's chest, and waited silently for a long time, but he never noticed any beating, finally put down his hands, and shook his head silently! Hu Bugui's expression darkened suddenly, tears welled up.
"Impossible!" Seeing the desperate eyes of everyone, Lin Wanrong shook his head and said angrily, "I touched it before. Xiao Lizi is still alive, so he must be alive."
"The death of Li Wuling was a great blow to the general." Hu Bugui lowered his head and sighed silently.
Regardless of what other people think, Lin Wanrong stretched out his palm and stroked Li Wuling's chest again. A cold feeling came, and Xiao Lizi's body lay quietly without any other movement. After waiting for such a long time, the heartbeat I touched for the first time has never been detected again.
Is it true that I heard wrong? Lin Wanrong felt sad and had the urge to cry. Unwilling to wait for a long time, even I was disappointed in the end. Little plum is dead! He will never come back.
The held breath finally dissipated, he shook his head weakly, and just about to take his hand away, suddenly, a slight beating came from the palm of his hand, which was as weak and undetectable as last time. Lin Wanrong was stunned. At this moment in his heart, there is no heartbeat more powerful than this in the world!
"Little Lizi is still alive!" Lin Wanrong exhaled a long breath, restraining the ecstasy in his heart. With the experience of last time, he dare not be careless again. The palm is still on Li Wuling's heart, waiting for his next heartbeat.
His face was filled with great sadness and joy at times, which fell into the eyes of Gao Chief and Hu Bugui. The two looked at each other, sighed and shook their heads!
Boom, although it has been a long time, the second heartbeat finally comes, it is still so weak, and it will be ignored if you don't pay attention. But in Lin Wanrong's ears, there is no more exciting sound than this. This is the most precious heartbeat in the world. Lin Wanrong held his breath and burst into tears.
"Brother Hu, Brother Gao. Come and listen!" Lin Wanrong's voice was calm and trembling, but his eyes were extremely firm.
Hu Bugui and Gao Chief slowly placed their palms on Li Wuling's chest. Boom. An imperceptible and light beating moment passed into the palm of the hand. The two looked at each other in disbelief, with ecstatic expressions on their faces.
After waiting quietly for a while, the extremely weak but firm heartbeat can be clearly heard again and again. Lao Hu and Gao's eyes turned red in an instant: "Alive, Xiao Li is really alive!"
Two five-foot-tall guys. Screaming and embracing each other tightly, tears poured down like a flood.
Lin Wanrong raised his arms and shouted. Howling with fire: "Li Wuling is still alive! Brothers, our little Li is still alive!", "Alive, our brother is still alive—" The news spread in an instant, and the swords and guns in the hands of countless soldiers were high. Lifting them up, they hugged and jumped, howled to the sky, and the scene of five thousand heroes crying together was deeply engraved in everyone's hearts.
It is not disrespectful to cheer in the presence of fallen comrades. On the contrary, it is the most sincere and simple feeling. Li Wuling does not represent a single person, he represents countless heroic spirits who are buried in the depths of the grassland. What could be more important than a lost and found comrade-in-arms brother? !
The news that Li Wuling is still alive is like a spring rain in a drought, nourishing everyone's hearts. From Lin Wanrong and Hu Bugui, down to ordinary soldiers, all of them rejoiced, sweeping away the depression caused by the casualties of their comrades.
Although they were still facing more than a thousand comrades who died in battle, the mood of the soldiers was completely different from that just now. A moment ago they were still tragic, but a moment later, they saw boundless hope. This feeling of regaining what was lost and turning a corner, made their confidence and combat effectiveness unprecedentedly strong.
The bodies of the fallen soldiers were burning in the flames. Lin Wanrong said silently: "Brother Gao, collect the ashes of the brothers and ask them to come home with us!"
The word "go home" made Gao Chief feel warm and sad in his heart. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, hummed heavily, and strode away.
"General, look!" Hu Bugui shouted excitedly as he came back on his horse.
Lin Wanrong looked up and saw a bloody, ferocious head hanging high above the main gate of Grassland City, where Li Wuling and others were killed. It was Labri who beheaded by Lin Wanrong himself.
This way of hanging their heads to show the public is the most naked demonstration, and it is the loudest slap in the face of the Turkic people!
There is not much need to discuss inhumanity and inhumanity anymore, that's what war is.
Looking at Li Wuling who was seriously injured on the stretcher and the 30,000 horses left in the city, Lin Wanrong snorted, "Brother Hu, do you know what to do with these Turkic horses?!"
Li Wuling's recovery was a great encouragement to everyone. Hu Bugui swept away the previous decline and said angrily: "Don't worry, the general, the general will save it. The Turks will never get a war horse or a grain. You Look, isn't that the beginning?"
Thousands of bullies surged up, arrows, swords, and for a moment, the Turkic horses trapped in the middle of the moon neighed and blood flowed like a river.
"It's too cruel." Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed: "Brother Hu, think of some more humane methods in the future, war horses are also life! This bloody thing scared the Turkic children, and that is your crime."
Hu Bugui chuckled a few times: "It's Lao Gao who said that poisoning war horses is too troublesome, and the poison would cost money to buy. Our military expenses can't be wasted like this, it's still a benefit from the knife punishment. It not only teaches the soldiers how to use swords, but also teaches them courage."
Lin Wanrong smiled wryly and shook his head, Lao Gao, I don't talk about him often.
There is a hint of fishy white on the sky, and in two hours, the red sun will rise on the grassland, and the barbarians rushing to help Bayanhot will come one after another, and the boundless grassland will change.
"General, it's time to start!" All the clumps of grain and grass had been connected by firewood, and Hu Bugui handed over the flaming torch in his hand to Lin Wanrong.
Lamp oil exploded lightly from time to time, and the torch crackled. Seeing Lao Gao and hundreds of brothers silently collecting the ashes of the fallen brothers, Lin Wanrong held the reins of the horse with his left hand, pinched his legs, and the horse galloped out quickly.
While running, Lin Wanrong shouted suddenly: "Burn, Bayanhot!" As soon as the words fell, he yanked the reins, the horse neighed, and the torch in his hand flew out like a powerful javelin, right in the middle of the fire. of a haystack.
There was a loud "boom", red flames rose into the sky, and the thick flames spread rapidly. Countless clusters of food and grass gathered by the barbarians immediately burned blazingly.
"Roar-"
"Roar-"
The flames reflected the blood-stained clothes and cheeks of the Dahua soldiers. They shouted in unison, as if to let all the humiliation drift away with the sparks.
The fire became more and more fierce, and the city was burning everywhere. The smoke was billowing, and the dense fog was filling the air. The scorching temperature made Lin Wanrong's clothes completely soaked. Blood, tears, and sweat were all mixed together, and the taste was indescribable.
Half an hour later, more than half of the food and grass had been burned, and even if it rained heavily at this moment, it would be powerless to recover. The city of the grassland was covered with scorched earth, gray stains, and smog filled the air, and no one could be seen within a few meters.
All the extra horses have been killed, and the remains of the fallen soldiers have been collected neatly. More than 5,000 soldiers are lined up in front of the city gate and are about to set off.
Looking at the soldiers with ragged clothes and scorched faces in front of them, Lin Wanrong paused and said loudly: "Everyone has seen it. We have done a major event that no one has ever done in the history of Dahua - the throat of the barbarians, the grassland. The city of Bayanhot. At this moment, it is burning blazingly under our feet, and it has completely turned into a piece of scorched earth. From then on, this castle will be completely erased from the Turkic map."
"Ho-ho-" Hu Bugui and Gao Chief took the lead, waving their sabers high. Howl with the soldiers.
Lin Wanrong waved his hands down, and the soldiers instantly fell silent: "In the Battle of Bayanhot, our whereabouts have been completely exposed to the barbarians. We went to the grasslands to attack the barbarians' castles and stabbed the Turks' hearts. What has never been encountered before, it is foreseeable that more brutal grassland killing is coming. Please remember that from this moment on, our strategy will completely change. We will become rabbits on the grassland. The advantage of being able to avoid eagles and falcons Claw, returning home alive is our greatest victory!"
The scene was quiet, and everyone's eyes were on Lin Wanrong. Everyone knows it in their hearts. Although the task is completed, the cruel journey is only halfway through, and the next section of the road will be the most dangerous, and it has never been experienced by anyone. In this vast prairie. They will become the prey of the Turks. To return to Helan Mountain alive may only be the most beautiful dream. However, after going through so many bloody battles and getting used to life and death. And who would be really afraid.
The eyes of more than 5,000 people looked at death like home, and Lin Wanrong choked up silently. He waved his hand, and the first war horse jumped out of the city gate, and the second and third horses...
Five thousand soldiers withdrew from Bayanhot silently. The crisp sound of horseshoes mixed with the blazing flames was like a loud pastoral song on the grassland.
Lin Wanrong led Hu Bugui and Gao Chief at the end, stepped out of the city gate, and the three couldn't help but turned their heads to stare. Voice
The city of the prairie in the flames is full of gunpowder and smoke. Except for the sound of wind and fire, there is no sound of people and horses.
Lin Wanrong thought for a while, then suddenly lifted the reins and jumped the horse, and hurried back.
"What is General Lin going to do?" Hu Bugui asked puzzled.
Gao Chief thought for a while, then shook his head feebly: "I don't know either. However, Brother Lin's actions have always been unpredictable. With our wisdom, it is impossible to guess. Just like what happened tonight, in the past, you would believe Can he kill Labrie?!"
Thinking of General Lin's lightning strike, Hu Bugui secretly felt palpitations, and hurriedly shook his head and sighed softly: So deep, really so deep!
Walking to the edge of the city gate, Lin Wanrong jumped off his horse and found a flaming thick stick by the side of the road. The dripping blood of the beheaded Turkic horses was all over the ground. He stirred the blood a few times with a wooden stick, and then began to write on the city wall with a brush. These words are flying like dragons and phoenixes, dripping with blood, and the momentum is very majestic. After he finished writing, he threw away the bloody stick, glanced left and right, and suddenly burst out laughing.
The high chief has the best eyesight. He saw those words crooked and crooked, but they were so huge that they could be seen clearly at a glance: "Dahualin San, come here for a visit! If you have the ability, build it again, and I will swim again next year!"
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"Good poetry, good poetry." Seeing Lin Wanrong turning around on his horse and coming to his side, Gao Chief gave a thumbs up: "The battle is neat and the rhythm is strict. It is really a peerless treasure and a good news for gifts. Now the Hu people are mad. As for the words of this poem, I’m afraid it will be sold for hundreds of thousands of taels of silver in a few hundred years.”
Hu Bugui said seriously: "That's that, General Lin's calligraphy is a treasure that is hard to find in our Dahua. But I don't know how the general has such a good mood to make this masterpiece on the Huren Wall ?!"
Lin Wanrong laughed loudly: "I'm ashamed and ashamed. I'm just doing graffiti and traveling habits. I'm afraid that barbarians won't understand our Dahua characters, and I wasted my words."
Several people laughed at the same time, and their voices pierced through the grassland sky...
Looking at Li Wuling lying on the stretcher with a pale face and still not waking up, Lin Wanrong took his hand firmly and said with a smile, "Brother, let's go home!"