The night the battle ended, there were no dreams.
The pain is constantly decreasing, and it has nothing to do with whether there is an injury or the severity of the injury. The whole body doesn't look like his own. In the daytime on the first day of July, when the consciousness gradually returned, it was scalding hot like fire, and thousands of insects were turning in the blood. To this night, the dream came back.
That is the sight in the dark sky, the enemy like a tide, the arrows are flying, and it is not known whether it is a sharp blade or a cold wind that cuts the cheek. But the dark sky didn't seem oppressive. There were also people around, galloping on horses, and they went forward together to meet them.
Some people danced and fought not far away. It was a familiar figure, and many enemies rushed up around him, but they were not able to drown him. There were also people who crossed over by themselves: "I should go."
"...follow me."
After a simple speech, the usually silent figure rushed out with his subordinates, next to him was his orderly, a rather lively young man. He pursed his lips, his eyes like stone.
"Zhou Huan, Xiaoyu..."
He felt wrong in his heart, the water-like cavalry formation ran past him, rushing towards the enemy formation in front, and kept rushing, pushing away countless enemies...
In the dark, Liu Chengzong sat up.
The sound in the ear is like an illusion: "I should go..."
In the blink of an eye, they seemed to be alive, still rushing towards those enemies. However, the silence in the tent was like the bottom of a well, and he sat on the bed for a long time. The dead will never wake up again.
Liu Chengzong got up and put on his clothes, opened the curtain and went out from the tent. The orderlies beside him wanted to follow him, but he stopped him. The celebration last night lasted for a long time, but at this time in the camp in the early morning, the bonfire had begun to dim, and the night was deep and quiet. Some soldiers slept by the fire, and Liu Chengzong passed behind the tent. However, he saw a soldier who was leaning against the wooden box with his eyes still open. His eyes were looking at the night sky, and he didn't move, the night before. This is how some soldiers died quietly. Liu Chengzong stood for a moment, and after a long time, he saw the soldier's eyes blinking slightly.
A soldier sat in the shadow of a tent, wiping the long knife in his hand with a strip of cloth, muttering something.
The soldiers in charge of the guard stand on the high pile of goods. Holding the spear, he didn't move, his eyes looked at the deep darkness in the distance, and he seemed to be in a trance.
This night, I don't know how many people opened their eyes in their sleep, and then couldn't sleep for a long time.
He went for a walk to the tent area where the seriously wounded were, but did not go in. Painful screams came from inside, and some escorts occasionally walked around. This is probably the most unsettled part of the entire barracks. When walking out of this piece, in the darkness outside. There is also movement.
A slight bloody aura came over, and the figures and torches moved there. There is a static sentinel on the opening here. Liu Chengzong asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
"Report. A pack of wolves came, and our men went out to kill them, and now they are there to skin them for meat."
"Wolf meat is not delicious."
"Everyone think, this time the Xixia people came, although they were scattered, but the food in the northwest, I am afraid there is not much left, and there is something to eat. The more the better."
Liu Chengzong nodded and patted his shoulder. The soldiers in the distance raised a bonfire, and some people were holding long knives. Cut open the belly of the wolf corpse. In the silhouette reflected by the firelight, there are people who whisper and laugh.
He took a few glances and turned to leave.
In the dark sky, the color of lead was blue, and some soldiers came out early. Some soldiers were sitting in the open space beside the fire where the bodies were burned. Everyone was silent. I don't know when, Luo Ye also came, and many of his brothers died in this battle. In his dream that night, there must be immortal heroic spirits appearing.
Someone went over, silently grabbed a handful of ashes and put them in a small bag. The fish maw white gradually lit up. On the field, Qin Shaoqian silently sprinkled the ashes into the wind. Not far away, Liu Chengzong also took a handful of ashes and sprinkled them out, letting them fly in the morning breeze between the heaven and the earth.
"After today." Someone shouted on the field, "You and I are with me!"
This morning, people in their own way expressed their grief in their hearts. Then when they clenched the long sword in their hands again, they understood: In this battle, we have won.
At the end of June of the second year of Jingping, more than 9,000 black flag troops defeated the Xixia army totaling 160,000 troops, and started the first battle that shocked the world in the northwest.
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In Wonju, more than 6,000 kinds of clan armies are heading south, all the way to the position of the city of Wonju. On the morning of the third day of July, the army stopped.
"Li Ganshun is busy collecting grain and driving away the 10,000 Black Banner Army. It's hard to take care of the head and tail. The ones left in Yuanzhou are not elite soldiers. The real trouble is Li Yibu, who is behind us. Their strength is double that of I also have cavalry, if I can defeat them, Li Qianshun will definitely suffer a lot, and we can take advantage of the situation to take Yuanzhou."
Above the warhorse, Zhong Lie pointed at the map and said these words in a deep voice. He is forty-six years old this year. He has been in the army for half his life. Since Jurchen has gone south twice, the Zhongjia army has continued to be defeated. After the Qingjian City was broken, the Zhongjia’s ancestral tomb was dug up. , He also had half-white hair and beard, and his whole figure seemed to be entangled by various things and suddenly aged twenty years. However, at this time in the army, he still has a calm momentum and a clear mind.
Li Ganshun chased him all the way, and he led the remnants of the family to keep turning around. When the main force of Li Ganshun's army returned east, he was considered to have a slight chance of **. The Xixia army following behind still has a number of 12,000, and the general Li Yibui is also an important general of the Xixia royal family.
The lieutenant general of the West Army next to him frowned slightly: "It may be possible to defeat Li Yibu for the time being, but there are only so many people left. If we still have to take Yuanzhou, the loss will not be mentioned. After Li Ganshun drives away the black flag, there will be an army. When the pressure comes, I am afraid that I will not be able to fight again. Why not take this opportunity to go to it for a while, and then take a risky move after recruiting troops."
Zhong Lie glanced at him: "As long as the word "Western Army" is still there, Li Ganshun will not come wherever he goes. The Black Banner Army is short of food, and they are still making progress in capturing Yanzhou. If I have this opportunity, what else is there to do? Hesitant. As long as it can cause some trouble for Li Ganshun, it will be a good thing for us. When recruiting troops and horses, we can fight and recruit at the same time. Moreover, the black flag army is so fierce. It dares to fight hard against the Iron Harriers. If even Wonju can't take down this flag, won't it make people laugh in the future!?"
Over the years. The arrogance of the Western Army of the Chong family is dry and cloudy. Although they were defeated in front of the Jurchen formation, this momentum has not dissipated. Or it can be said that as long as the family is still there, such pride will not be extinguished. Everyone then began to discuss the play and odds of winning against Li Yibu. Halfway through the discussion, the scout came.
Li Yi buried the army to the east.
"East retreat?" The generals frowned, "Do you want to create a maze, attack me in a roundabout way?"
"Where does he want to detour..."
"Send someone to keep an eye on them at once..."
"I ordered the whole army to be vigilant..."
When things go wrong, there must be demons. They are all people who have been in battle for a long time. Everyone first began to be on guard. You guessed the other party's strategic intentions every word. After half an hour, a scout arrived.
"What did Li Yibu do!?"
"Dong Zhiyuan Battle Report..."
For a moment, a strange atmosphere enveloped here.
"This is... where did it come from..."
The news spread to the army of the family, for a while. No one believed it, and the same information was also spreading in all directions to the east, north, and south. When it was introduced into the Zhejia army going south, what was waiting for it was still in a strange atmosphere, belonging to "real" The fermentation of two words. Zhe's scout, Xingye, went north at night, and in the afternoon of this day, handed over similar information to Zhe Keqiu. Zhe Keqiu on the battle horse was silent for a moment and did not speak. Only up close, did the feedback appear relatively quick.
Outside Gyeongju City. On the slow-moving horse team, the woman turned around and said, "Haha, 100,000 people..."
Her laughter was a little crazy: "One hundred thousand people..."
In half a month, the knife that came out of the mountain in the northeast. Smashed everything that stood in the way. That man's means, even the basic cognition of people, will be swept away. She originally thought that the many obstacles around Xiaocanghe should be a huge net.
Originally, I also felt that I was attached to Tian Hu. Relying on Tian Hu's power, one day, this giant tiger will also give him an impressive blow. However, at this moment, when she fantasized about the situation where the Tiger King's entire force was standing in front of the opponent, she suddenly felt...no power...
"One hundred thousand people..."
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On the fourth day of the seventh month, a lot of news has been completely pushed out on the land in the northwest. Zhe Keqiu's troops were very close to Qingjian City. When he looked back at the troops behind him, he suddenly felt that the world was a little desolate.
The army of less than 10,000 people defeated more than 100,000 people in Xixia with an extremely ruthless blow. When such an army appears on the land in the northwest, where should it be placed...
Outside the city of Yuanzhou, Zhong Lie looked at the city not far away with a similar feeling in his chest. How did the rebellious army that killed the king achieve such a degree...
Qingmu Village, which has been killing the atmosphere for a long time, this day, huge cheers spread all the way from the gate of the village, boiling the entire valley. On the side of the valley, there is a house specially arranged for people with special status. The little girl with a scar on her face ran quickly on the seemingly simple street: "Three grandpas! Three grandpas"
In the adjacent room, a family member named Su looked suspicious, confused, and even whispered in disbelief.
"Little Seven." Su Yu, who looked old and a little sluggish, sat on the rocking chair, squinting, and supported the little girl who was running over, "What's wrong? So fast."
"Three grandpas, three grandpas, three grandpas..." The little girl danced and began to repeat the news incoherently and excitedly. The old man smiled first, then faded the slight smile, and became quiet and solemn, until the little girl finished speaking. Once again, he reached out and gently touched the little girl's head, then turned his ears to listen to the cheers that entered the clouds. He reached for the crutches and slowly stood up tremblingly.
Since Ning Yi rebelled and the Su family was forcibly relocated here, Su Yu's face never smiled except when facing a few children. He didn't understand Ning Yi or Su Tan'er, but compared to the fear or scolding of other clansmen, the old man seemed more silent. These things are places that the old man never thought of in his life. They lived here for a year. During this period, many Su family members were also guarded and restricted. The north threatened Qingmu Village, and the atmosphere in the village was chilling. Many people in the Su family are also discussing matters that are difficult to see in private.
The old man saw it in his eyes, he knew their stupidity, but the children he valued most had already joined the rebellion. What else could he think of. In this way, only at this time, Xiao Qi, who had been following Su Yu's side, saw the different aura that suddenly appeared on the old man's body.
He moved forward slowly and came to the side of the road, where the valley was in the shape of a ladder. Here you can see the crowd below, and hear the cheers more clearly. The old man nodded, nodded again, and stuck his cane. After a long time, the little girl heard the low, hoarse voice from the mountain wind.
"Amazing..."
"My Su family son-in-law... is amazing... "
"Three grandpas..."
The little girl went over and took his hand...
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Xiaocanghe, it started to rain in the afternoon.
The old man walked quickly on the slippery mountain road, and the accompanying steward held an umbrella. He tried to help him, but he pushed him away. He held a note in one of his hands, which kept shaking.
The courtyard halfway up the mountain was just ahead, and the old man walked in quickly like this, his always serious face was wet with rain, and his lips were trembling slightly. Ning Yi was watching the heavy rain under the eaves, and when he saw the other party come in, he stood up.
"Mr Zuo, what's so urgent?"
"Your people, your people..." Zuo Duanyou handed over the note, which was information from his Zuo family. He also handed it over without hesitation, "Your people, 10,000 people, defeated the Xixia army of 100,000. You defeated the Xixia army of 100,000..."
"Yeah." Ning Yi took the information. Holding it in his hand, he nodded. He didn't look at it obviously, what should be known, he knew first.
"The old man was worried that you would fold all your people outside. I didn't expect... I didn't expect you to do this. You, you rescued the entire Northwest..."
In terms of temperament, Zuo Duanyou has always been a serious and somewhat extreme old man, and he rarely praises others. But at this moment, he did not hesitate to express his praise and excitement for this matter. Ning Yi nodded again, sighed, and smiled slightly.
"Yeah, I… wondered if they could do it. Good thing they did."
Zuo Duanyou nodded again and again, he stood under the eaves, looked at the rain, then looked at Ning Yi, frowning slightly: "Young man, laugh out loud. You won the battle, what are you pretending to be an old man like me!"
Ning Yi laughed, he looked at Zuo Duanyou, and smiled for a moment: "However, many people died. I don't read the battle report, I know that many people must have died."
"Is there anyone who wins without dying?"
"They are all good people, valuable people, and... people who have the qualifications to survive." Ning Yi looked at the heavy rain and said, "Some people always see people as similar to each other, I never think so, people There are ten times, a hundred times the difference, there are three, six, nine, etc. You always say that what I teach them in the Xiaocang River is not necessarily wisdom, I agree. However, as a soldier, you can sacrifice yourself To do things this way, to achieve such a victory. They deserve to be more qualified to survive.”
Zuo Duanyou looked ahead and nodded: "This, the old man also agrees."
"For example, people who are mediocre have followed the crowd all their lives. It is gratifying that the slaughtering knife has not arrived. I have never felt much regret for them. People in this world have to pay for their own survival. These people paid the price, But... it's more heartbreaking. They deserve to live. If everyone in the world could do this, or... at least a little bit, they wouldn't have to die."
Zuo Duanyu frowned.
"So, I am happy for the victory, but at the same time, I also feel heartache. I think this heartache is also a good thing."
With the rain falling, Ning Yi's voice was calm, stating this complex yet simple idea. In the next room, Jin'er stuck her head out: "Xiang Gong." Seeing Zuo Duanyou, he lowered his voice a little embarrassedly, "Things are packed."
"You're going out..." Zuo Duanyou glanced over there for a moment, then nodded, "That's right, you guys won, and you're going to take over Yanzhou..."
"Not necessarily." In front of the courtyard, there was a small team of guards who were gathering in the rain. There were also carriages and horses. Ning Yi tilted his head and watched these people gather. People should have time to rest.”
He said: "…it's time for dirty machinations."
Listening to Ning Yi's words, the old man frowned slightly...
In July, the Black Flag Army embarked on its journey back to Yanzhou. In the northwest, a large number of Xixia troops were fleeing and advancing in different directions in a chaotic situation. During the few days when the Xixia King lost contact, several troops had already Back on the Hengshan line, some troops were clinging to the captured city. However, soon after, the anger that had been brewing for a long time in the northwest was about to erupt because of the frontal defeat of the 100,000 army.
There may still be a long time to go before the entire Western Xia invasion incident disappears. In the Xiaocang River, the biggest rebel also came out of the mountains after the victory of the Black Flag Army and came to Yanzhou. In mid-July, he was close to the new emperor system of Yingtianfu, and received the news from the northwest. One year after killing the monarch of the Wu Dynasty in court, the rebellious 10,000 Wu Rui battalion swung a knife in the chaotic environment in the northwest. This blow defeated the entire power of the whole country in Xixia.
The world will fall, and there will be a group of demons dancing wildly. The most chaotic era is really coming. (.)
ps: The starting point writer area has been revised, and the number of words in the title is limited, so it cannot be changed to (12). Thunder represents the attack of the Black Flag Army, Changfeng represents the general trend of the world, and it is unexpected to write so much. Change the title of the next chapter.