The crisp sound ......of horses' hooves echoed over the wasteland.

At first it was just the sound of a horse, then the sound of horses' hooves grew louder and denser, until the earth trembled.

A group of Hun men rode horses, panicked in front of the horse and fled, behind, an iron horse was rushing towards it.

"Don't run, stop, stop, shoot, shoot!" a Hun man who seemed to be the leader shouted, but it was of no use.

Beside him, the Hun cavalry scattered and fled: "Run! Run......"

Some of them followed his orders, turned around and bent their bows and shot arrows, and scattered arrows, through a space of tens of meters, fell to the iron cavalry behind.

The iron riders in the rear ignored it, lowered their bodies, lowered their halberds, and rushed forward!

The scattered arrows landed on the iron knight, but they were blocked by the armor and slipped aside.

If it falls on a part without armor, but it is only a flesh wound, it is not enough to kill at all, and the knight on the horse only snorts and ignores it.

"Roar...... Ahhhh......h

The roar was like thunder, and like the roar of the devil of hell, echoing over the grassland.

Hearing this roar, the Hun men, as if they had heard the roar of a monster, became even more panicked, and even the horses under the seat seemed to be a little flustered.

The impacting iron riders shouted angrily in unison, and the divination halberd was neatly raised and held in his hand.

The cold light shines.

Rush! Rush! Rush!

The Hun knight's horse, which had just turned back to shoot arrows, slowed down, and at this time he wanted to accelerate again, but it was too late.

They could only see a forest of halberds behind them, and the cold light was forested.

"Poof!"

"Hiss......"

The halberd stabbed them in the backs and into their bodies, dragging them off their horses, and then the iron rider continued to charge wildly.

Rush Rush Rush Rush!

To deal with these Xiongnu soldiers, no tactics and strategies were needed.

It is only necessary to give full play to the greatest advantages of agricultural civilization in the face of nomads.

Discipline! Steely discipline!

Regardless of personal life and death, no matter what happens, never look back, never retreat, and never stop.

Even if there is a mountain of swords and a sea of fire in front of you, as long as you give an order, you will rush forward!

As long as the people in front fill the sea of swords and fires, the people behind can step on the corpses of their companions in front and rush over without hindrance.

What's more, there is only a group of herdsman cavalry in front of them, who bully the weak and fear the hard, fight separately, can only fight guerrillas, and release cold arrows.

How had they ever seen such a mighty and ruthless charge!

On the wasteland, 800 iron cavalry chased behind thousands of Hun cavalry, like wolves driving sheep, chasing and devouring, leaving a place of corpses.

It doesn't matter what kind of tribal leader you are, what kind of warrior you are, or what kind of archery magic you have, you are vulnerable in the face of this kind of power.

This is probably the first time in human history that an agrarian civilization has defeated the nomads one after another, and they are powerless.

This is probably also the peak era of China's unprecedented or even absolute armed forces, a pair of nephews and uncles with 100,000 iron horses, the Tatars were driven to nowhere to stay, and had to retreat to Central Asia and even Europe, and it was this remnant that made the weak chickens in Central Asia and Europe cry and cry for their mothers, get a chance to breathe, and slowly gain a firm foothold. It wasn't until a thousand years later that they finally learned the strict hierarchy and discipline of an agrarian civilization, integrated into a vast empire, and made a comeback.

At this moment, the eight hundred iron horsemen in the middle of the army did not know that they had made history, they had killed the red eyes, like a pack of ferocious wolves, chasing each poor lamb and then biting them to death.

In the south of the desert, the remnant sun is like blood, the general is a young man, drinking by the river.

The delicate satin smeared the frost blade, and then was casually discarded by the boy without care.

The young man looked down at the silk that was swept up by the river and disappeared, and asked in a deep voice, "What about the battle damage?"

"Captain, 22 were killed in battle, 27 were wounded, and 3 were seriously wounded. ”

"Destroy the enemy?"

"About 1,000 people, still ...... counted"

The battle losses were only a few dozen, but the annihilation of the enemy army was enough for 1,000 people, and this was still a completely unequal battle with 800 to more than 1,000 people, and a completely unequal record.

From here, you can hear the laughter of the soldiers behind you.

"Hmm......" the young man remained calm, "order the soldiers to rest and continue the long run before sunrise tomorrow!"

"Yes!" the man behind him turned to give the order.

The boy turned his head and looked at the bloodied soldiers behind him.

Feeling the young man's gaze, all the soldiers calmed down and looked at him with reverence.

The young man had already taken off the armor on his body, and even changed into new clothes, which were clean and tidy, not at all like after the fierce battle just now.

The young man standing by the river, his face was like a crown of jade, handsome and beautiful, and his eyes were indifferent and seemed to have no emotion.

This general, he does not love soldiers like sons, nor does he have fun with soldiers, and is even a little arrogant and extravagant.

But this did not affect the soldiers' respect for him and their desire to follow him.

Because this is a general who can win battles and keep you alive.

"Captain, the prisoners have been counted......," a soldier came to report again.

"How many are there?"

"152 people. ”

The boy moved forward, and several guards hurriedly followed, and more than a hundred captives with depressed expressions looked at the young man's eyes, as if they were looking at a demon from hell.

"I want 25 people to join my Iron Rider, and I am willing to join my stand up!"

The crowd cowered, and after a while, someone slowly stood up.

"Kill the others. When there were enough people, the boy waved his hand.

Beside him, the soldiers came out with swords and blood.

"You can't kill me, I'm Ruohou, I'm Shan Yu's grandfather......" Suddenly, an old Hun shouted, "I can let people redeem my ......"

With a "poof", an arrow shot into his chest, he coughed a few times, could no longer make the slightest sound, and fell to the ground and died.

The young man's golden bow hung down, and he turned his head to look at the twenty-five Hun soldiers who stood up.

Under his gaze, the Hun soldiers trembled, like a few stripped chickens.

"Under my command, there is only one request, the order is forbidden. ”

"Those who follow my orders will soar, and those who violate my orders will be immediately killed. ”

With that, the boy turned and walked to the river.

A splendid tent has been erected.

An attendant hurriedly chased after him, lowered his voice, and asked, "Captain...... Xiaobai, you're okay. ”

The boy paused, his gaze on the raging river in front of him, he closed his eyes, and when he broke away again, the ice-like indifference in his eyes had melted.

"It's okay...... Jiang Wei, you're not hurt, are you?"

"A small injury, it has been treated. Jiang Wei touched the arrow wound on his left arm.

"Have a good night's rest, there are still fifteen hours, and tomorrow morning, we will raid Luogu. Gu Xiaobai said.

"Hmm. Jiang Wei responded.

Gu Xiaobai looked at the big river in front of him and continued to be silent.

When people come out to mix, they always have to pay it back.

He never thought that the trial of "The Ballad of the Horse" turned out to be a conquest of Mo Nan.

It was precisely because he entered the trial of "The Ballad of the Horse" before the preliminary round of the finals that he decided to go forward and sing the most ruthless "The Boy Can't Do It".

Even after singing, no matter how bad the result is, how can it be difficult to lead 800 iron horsemen and go deep into the hinterland of the enemy army alone?

God knows, before this, he was just a teenager in an ivory tower, how could he go to war and fight?

Isn't he also an ivory tower boy living in the palace?

And since he is here, he can't live up to his identity, and he can't live up to Huo Quai, the first general in the ages, so he can only do his best.

But if it was just him, he wouldn't be able to do it.

In order to keep himself as rational as possible, even in the army, he still kept his distance, did not communicate, communicate, and communicate with any soldiers, and he tried his best to convince himself in his heart.

These are NPCs!NPCs!Don't think of them as real people!

You're just repeating a piece of history!

Only in this way can the boy in the ivory tower become a peerless general.

Turn everything into rational, quantifiable data.

Turn everything into what Gu Xiaobai is best at.

Huo Qubing back then, was it the same, so that he could use troops so extreme and resolutely, but he reaped such miraculous results?

But if this is the case, it is impossible to lead troops.

The reason why he can be like this is because he has Jiang Wei.

Jiang Wei silently undertook all the dirty work, he went deep into this world, stained himself with blood and tears, and became Gu Xiaobai's link to this world.

At this moment, after a big battle, Jiang Wei's "Xiaobai" called out the rational state of mind, and the young man once again changed from the invincible Huo Quai, to Gu Xiaobai in the ivory tower, he turned his head and looked at the wasteland full of corpses, as well as the eight hundred iron horsemen who were sleepy and tired.

Is that what I want?

In this world, how many people are like them, burning blood and tears, fighting in the desert.

Just for the rise of a strong man, for the border pass no longer has the nuisance of the Huns.

Do they have lovers waiting at home, do they have children waiting for them, and parents are washing their faces with tears?

They're real people, too, can I really treat them like NPCs?

No, Gu Xiaobai, now is not the time to think about this, you have to be strong!

You are not Gu Xiaobai, you are Huo Quai! You can only bring them back alive by treating them as NPCs!

But the state of mind is still slowly broken.

Gu Xiaobai sat by the river, unspeakably panicked and dazed.

Am I Huo Quai, who has countless blood on his hands, or Gu Xiaobai, a scholar in the ivory tower?

Those who died at my hands, did they just hope that their families would be happier, fed and clothed?

Are they wrong?

Why should I bear all this?

Should I give up now and wake up now?

The rest ...... Whatever, just leave it to the deity of this body.

Anyway, I was a passerby.

What if you fail the trial?

If he wasn't in the army at this moment, Gu Xiaobai really wanted to go home and cry bitterly in the arms of his parents.

He had never been more vulnerable.

It's like the feelings that were blocked before, and all the brains are back.

The human brain is not a machine, and it is impossible for a person to be completely rational.

Even people like Gu Xiaobai who have strong control over their brains can't do it.

The sun had sunk below the floor, a bright moon hung high in the sky, and at dusk, the twilight was getting thicker.

Gu Xiaobai lowered his head in frustration and looked at his reflection in the water.

Great victory, but great sorrow.

At this moment, the ethereal sound of a flute came from the front of the river.

Wait, this voice......

This is clearly the sound of a transverse flute, and it is the sound of a transverse flute with a diaphragm!

How is this possible?

Gu Xiaobai raised his head suddenly, and saw a woman in a long skirt standing on the other side of the river.

A flute with many scales was held in her hand.

The thousandth flute, dull in color, seems to have gone through many years.

And the woman standing there is still vaguely the same as before.

When she saw Gu Xiaobai's gaze, she put down the flute, waved her hands, and danced in place.

The white skirt is frosty, the red Ling is like blood, the sunset is like fire, and the full moon is bright.

The ethereal singing voice came:

"Beat the drum and use the soldiers. The city of Tuguo, I travel south alone......"

Gu Xiaobai's eyes widened and widened.

How is this possible!

How can it be!

Nearly a thousand years later, across a river, Gu Xiaobai, little moth!

(Note 1: According to historical records, Huo Qubing did not love soldiers like children, and when some soldiers were hungry and couldn't stand up, he couldn't finish eating a lot of food, and he was still playing football, even so, soldiers still liked to follow him.) ）