Standing on the top of the hill, looking at the smoke and dust rising in the distance, and then at the red-armored soldiers hidden behind the hill who had entered the fighting mode from rest, Ling Qingyu shook Yang Zhao's hand and patted him on the seat. The big black horse took a step back and said, "Go."
Seeing Ling Qingyu retreating behind the rocks, Yang Zhao put on his helmet. Although the hill is not high, the vision is good. At this moment, he could clearly see that a group of Zhou soldiers who had discarded their helmets and armor were fleeing here desperately. Followed by a large group of Liao soldiers shouting excitedly.
Here, two hills stand opposite each other, forming a not-so-narrow valley. The red-armored knights spread behind the mountains on both sides, and some of them have bypassed the hills, waiting for the Liao soldiers to enter the valley and surround them.
Yang Zhao rode his horse down to the top of the mountain, holding the silver gun in his hand, and stood quietly at the front.
Ling Qingyu retreated behind the rock, looked at Ying Jiu who was sitting against the rock, and asked in a low voice: "Jiu, is it okay?"
"Well, it's okay." Yingjiu bent her legs, her injured arm was naturally pressed on her abdomen, and she leaned her head on the rock, and said, "Master, I'll sleep and call me when the beating is over."
The guards who were sent by Yang Zhao to guard Ling Qingyu looked at Ying Jiu with a little admiration and closed his eyes to sleep, thinking in his heart, how ruthless, he can still fall asleep like this? ! Wait a minute, but there will be a war! War! dude!
Luo Ping was running almost out of breath, but he didn't dare to stop. He didn't know where he was running, but he knew that if he didn't run, he would be like that idiot in the village, half of his head would be chopped off in one go. The blood splashed directly on the body was still hot.
He didn't want to die, the wife at home just got married, she was drafted and sent to this damn battlefield before the bed was even warmed, and he also fought at home, but compared to now, it was just a child's game.
Like a headless chicken, he ran into the valley following the people in front, but Luo Ping slowed down slightly. Looking at the red-armored knights standing quietly on both sides, the contempt and coldness in his eyes made him feel cold. These are like statues. The general red knights are obviously also soldiers of the Great Zhou, but the fighting spirit on their bodies is far from that of the Zhao family army who trained them.
Seeing those soldiers who lost their armor and panicked and slowed down slowly, Wei Lang waved the gun in his hand to signal them to run over quickly. Run! If you don't want to die, keep running!"
Frightened by him, the soldiers sped up and ran into the valley again.
"Run! Run!" Damin chased after a big man, stabbing the big man's ass with the knife from time to time, and laughed out loud at his frightened and desperate expression.
The big man fell when he was about to run into the valley, and Damin's knife stabbed directly into his body, causing him to die before he even groaned. Damin looked at him very regretfully, and went forward to chase another Zhou Bing who looked stronger. After chasing into the canyon, he saw that Zhou Bing suddenly turned his head, his eyes were red and he roared angrily: "I and you Fight!"
Damin laughed loudly and said: "Yes, this has some taste, come on!" With a swish of his sword, he chopped at Zhou Bing.
With a bang, the big knife swung with the sound of the wind was blocked in mid-air, and at the same time, a long gun was silently stretched out from the side, passing through his body mercilessly. Only then did Damin stiffen his neck and watch He turned to the side, and then stared at the glowing red knight.
As the corpses of the Liao soldiers who rushed into the valley first fell, the tide-like knights rushed out of the valley roaring to kill, and at the same time, some of the Liao soldiers who had already circled around the mountain surrounded the Liao soldiers. Cavalry on the left and right wings.
Ling Qingyu poked his head out from behind the rocks, climbed on the top of the mountain and looked down, seeing the red circle forming a circle of the pursuing Liao soldiers, watching the knights with black horses, red armors and silver spears shuttle easily among them, watching Watching those red-armored knights just like the Liao soldiers teasing Zhou Bing just now, they slaughtered those Liao soldiers who hadn't recovered from their senses and couldn't even integrate the formation like mowing grass.
Is this war? Human life is trampled on like spring grass, either you die or I die! After Ling Qingyu sat back on the rock, is human life so worthless in this day and age? If it's just because Zhao Mingliang and Xiao Sui want to get what they need, it's the second prince who wants to get the bargaining chip to win the throne, it's the emperor's hot-headedness, it's the power struggle of these high-ranking people, the war caused by various selfish desires, in the end it is If these innocent people who are familiar with her and even those she loves are fighting with their lives, then what is this kind of war
Ling Qingyu's body trembled slightly, and she had been living in a peaceful age. Wars only existed in books and movies. Even after arriving here, she had encountered bloody battles many times over the years, but after watching these two battles, she could I have a little understanding of why the emperor was angry and blood flowed for thousands of miles. The Zhou recruits who were hunted down, the Liao army who was besieged and suppressed, to those who decided to start the war, they were like ants, just a number. However, these numbers are living beings one by one!
Covered with a thick and warm palm, Ying Jiu rested her head on her shoulder, her hot breath caused a little itching in her ears, her voice was deep but comforting, whispering: : "Don't be afraid..."
Ling Qingyu was startled, and looked sideways at him, seeing that his eyes were still closed, but his palms surrounded hers and held them in his palms. The eye circles suddenly became hot, and Ling Qingyu couldn't help thinking of that person, the person who had been dead for almost a year.
Yan San...
As night fell, the corpses of Zhou Bing and Liao Bing lay scattered on the plain in front of the valley. The clear moonlight brought a hazy meaning to everything, making the smell of blood floating in the air seem to be washed away.
The news brought by the scouts was not good. The new army retreating to Jinpoguan was slowed down by the steep mountain road of Feihu Valley. What is the situation of the second prince in the main camp.
"Shall we catch up?" Xia Shuzheng asked.
If Zhao Mingliang's reinforcements came from Xinzhou, Yeluqi would have no time to hunt down those stragglers, but would retreat to Weizhou to prepare to confront Zhao Mingliang's army. But Zhao Mingliang's reinforcements didn't come. If they rushed to help those stragglers at this time, they might not only face Yeluqi and others. Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "Brothers have to work hard, let's go to Yangjuan to rest."
Wei Lang and Xia Shuzheng looked at each other, and after saluting, they each went to regroup their teams. Yangjuan is going in the direction of Yunzhou, which is getting farther and farther away from Heishuiguan.
The number of new soldiers who escaped with their lives was not many, only a few hundred. Yang Zhao gave them the horses of the Liao army, and then told them to follow if they could. . In the end, there were only a hundred people who followed them to Yangjuan.
Standing on the top of the hill, looking at the smoke and dust rising in the distance, and then at the red-armored soldiers hidden behind the hill who had entered the fighting mode from rest, Ling Qingyu shook Yang Zhao's hand and patted him on the seat. The big black horse took a step back and said, "Go."
Seeing Ling Qingyu retreating behind the rocks, Yang Zhao put on his helmet. Although the hill is not high, the vision is good. At this moment, he could clearly see that a group of Zhou soldiers who had discarded their helmets and armor were fleeing here desperately. Followed by a large group of Liao soldiers shouting excitedly.
Here, two hills stand opposite each other, forming a not-so-narrow valley. The red-armored knights spread behind the mountains on both sides, and some of them have bypassed the hills, waiting for the Liao soldiers to enter the valley and surround them.
Yang Zhao rode his horse down to the top of the mountain, holding the silver gun in his hand, and stood quietly at the front.
Ling Qingyu retreated behind the rock, looked at Ying Jiu who was sitting against the rock, and asked in a low voice: "Jiu, is it okay?"
"Well, it's okay." Yingjiu bent her legs, her injured arm was naturally pressed on her abdomen, and she leaned her head on the rock, and said, "Master, I'll sleep and call me when the beating is over."
The guards who were sent by Yang Zhao to guard Ling Qingyu looked at Ying Jiu with a little admiration and closed his eyes to sleep, thinking in his heart, how ruthless, he can still fall asleep like this? ! Wait a minute, but there will be a war! War! dude!
Luo Ping was running almost out of breath, but he didn't dare to stop. He didn't know where he was running, but he knew that if he didn't run, he would be like that idiot in the village, half of his head would be chopped off in one go. The blood splashed directly on the body was still hot.
He didn't want to die, the wife at home just got married, she was drafted and sent to this damn battlefield before the bed was even warmed, and he also fought at home, but compared to now, it was just a child's game.
Like a headless chicken, he ran into the valley following the people in front, but Luo Ping slowed down slightly. Looking at the red-armored knights standing quietly on both sides, the contempt and coldness in his eyes made him feel cold. These are like statues. The general red knights are obviously also soldiers of the Great Zhou, but the fighting spirit on their bodies is far from that of the Zhao family army who trained them.
Seeing those soldiers who lost their armor and panicked and slowed down slowly, Wei Lang waved the gun in his hand to signal them to run over quickly. Run! If you don't want to die, keep running!"
Frightened by him, the soldiers sped up and ran into the valley again.
"Run! Run!" Damin chased after a big man, stabbing the big man's ass with the knife from time to time, and laughed out loud at his frightened and desperate expression.
The big man fell when he was about to run into the valley, and Damin's knife stabbed directly into his body, causing him to die before he even groaned. Damin looked at him very regretfully, and went forward to chase another Zhou Bing who looked stronger. After chasing into the canyon, he saw that Zhou Bing suddenly turned his head, his eyes were red and he roared angrily: "I and you Fight!"
Damin laughed loudly and said: "Yes, this has some taste, come on!" With a swish of his sword, he chopped at Zhou Bing.
With a bang, the big knife swung with the sound of the wind was blocked in mid-air, and at the same time, a long gun was silently stretched out from the side, passing through his body mercilessly. Only then did Damin stiffen his neck and watch He turned to the side, and then stared at the glowing red knight.
As the corpses of the Liao soldiers who rushed into the valley first fell, the tide-like knights rushed out of the valley roaring to kill, and at the same time, some of the Liao soldiers who had already circled around the mountain surrounded the Liao soldiers. Cavalry on the left and right wings.
Ling Qingyu poked his head out from behind the rocks, climbed on the top of the mountain and looked down, seeing the red circle forming a circle of the pursuing Liao soldiers, watching the knights with black horses, red armors and silver spears shuttle easily among them, watching Watching those red-armored knights just like the Liao soldiers teasing Zhou Bing just now, they slaughtered those Liao soldiers who hadn't recovered from their senses and couldn't even integrate the formation like mowing grass.
Is this war? Human life is trampled on like spring grass, either you die or I die! After Ling Qingyu sat back on the rock, is human life so worthless in this day and age? If it's just because Zhao Mingliang and Xiao Sui want to get what they need, it's the second prince who wants to get the bargaining chip to win the throne, it's the emperor's hot-headedness, it's the power struggle of these high-ranking people, the war caused by various selfish desires, in the end it is If these innocent people who are familiar with her and even those she loves are fighting with their lives, then what is this kind of war
Ling Qingyu's body trembled slightly, and she had been living in a peaceful age. Wars only existed in books and movies. Even after arriving here, she had encountered bloody battles many times over the years, but after watching these two battles, she could I have a little understanding of why the emperor was angry and blood flowed for thousands of miles. The Zhou recruits who were hunted down, the Liao army who was besieged and suppressed, to those who decided to start the war, they were like ants, just a number. However, these numbers are living beings one by one!
Covered with a thick and warm palm, Ying Jiu rested her head on her shoulder, her hot breath caused a little itching in her ears, her voice was deep but comforting, whispering: : "Don't be afraid..."
Ling Qingyu was startled, and looked sideways at him, seeing that his eyes were still closed, but his palms surrounded hers and held them in his palms. The eye circles suddenly became hot, and Ling Qingyu couldn't help thinking of that person, the person who had been dead for almost a year.
Yan San...
As night fell, the corpses of Zhou Bing and Liao Bing lay scattered on the plain in front of the valley. The clear moonlight brought a hazy meaning to everything, making the smell of blood floating in the air seem to be washed away.
The news brought by the scouts was not good. The new army retreating to Jinpoguan was slowed down by the steep mountain road of Feihu Valley. What is the situation of the second prince in the main camp.
"Shall we catch up?" Xia Shuzheng asked.
If Zhao Mingliang's reinforcements came from Xinzhou, Yeluqi would have no time to hunt down those stragglers, but would retreat to Weizhou to prepare to confront Zhao Mingliang's army. But Zhao Mingliang's reinforcements didn't come. If they rushed to help those stragglers at this time, they might not only face Yeluqi and others. Yang Zhao shook his head and said, "Brothers have to work hard, let's go to Yangjuan to rest."
Wei Lang and Xia Shuzheng looked at each other, and after saluting, they each went to regroup their teams. Yangjuan is going in the direction of Yunzhou, which is getting farther and farther away from Heishuiguan.
The number of new soldiers who escaped with their lives was not many, only a few hundred. Yang Zhao gave them the horses of the Liao army, and then told them to follow if they could. . In the end, there were only a hundred people who followed them to Yangjuan.