Tenth round: The sound of iron drums at the head of the city is still shaking

The heart chases the southern clouds, and the shape follows the northern geese. The sky is long and the shadows are sparse, and the bamboo cold mountainside is thin.

Cold river snow, remnant city month. Who is willing to teach the white clothes to send wine, the Qingjiang River is infinite, hateful and sorrowful.

Section 1: A generation of heroes

"Last year's war, Sang Ganyuan,

This year's battle, the green river channel.

Wash the soldiers and support the waves of the sea, and let the horses and grass in the snow of the Tianshan Mountains.

The Long March of 10,000 miles, the three armies are aging.

The Xiongnu used killing as farming, and only white bones and yellow sand fields were seen in ancient times.

The Qin family built a city to avoid Hu, and the Han family still had beacon fires.

The beacon fire burns endlessly, and the battle is endless.

Died in field fighting, and the trumpet of the defeated horse sounded to the heavens.

The black kite pecks at people's intestines and flies on the dead branches.

The soldiers are reckless, and the generals are empty.

But the one who knows the soldier is a murder weapon, and the saint has no choice but to use it. ”

The snow falls with the wind, thousands of trees and silver flowers bloom, and the scenery of the northern country has long been a world of curling. The reckless forest, the lonely peak, a touch of endless white, occasionally mottled gray-brown, it is particularly distinct. Who pierced the sky and made the wind and snow howl? Who released the cold and filled the world with desolation?

Not far away, more than a dozen horsemen galloped on the snowfield, and the passengers on the horses were all plush coats wrapped tightly around their bodies, carrying longbows on their backs, and pots and arrows at their waists. They rode up one high slope after another, but there were still higher slopes in front of them. The day is difficult, but the man is not afraid of the difficulty, and the first rider tilts his whip and points to the highest mountain in front of him. Are they going there to hunt? No, it's cold and white, where are the birds and animals? So what are they going to do? Climb through the dangers of nature, the problems in the wind and snow? Let them see what is going on.

The snow is deep, the hooves of the horses are difficult to walk, and the snow is shallow and the horses are slippery. They had made it to the top of the mountain, a long way from the top. The knights dismounted, fed, rested, and recuperated their horsepower. After noon, the snow is heavier, and the foothills are like white mats, and the catkins on the mats dance with the wind.

One of the riders stood up, with a felt hat on his head, a green jewel in it, thin hairs on his temples, already gray, beardless under his chin, and his eyes shining brightly, clearly the leader. The red cloak was rolled, and the charm on his chest slipped out and rippled, but it was a large eagle with extremely delicate carving. Looking at it again, more than ten people in this line have such an eagle-shaped pendant, but their goshawks are bound and can't move forward, but this big man in a felt hat is flying like spreading his wings.

"Let's go!" the voice was deep and vigorous, not to mention sixty years of accumulation.

The big man only said a word, and the knights next to him didn't say a word, and got on their horses one after another, as if no matter how heavy the wind and snow were, as long as he gave an order, they would never retreat. Is this the persistence of "the king wants his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die"? Or is it the moving expression of "the soldier dies for his confidant"?

No matter what it is, the wind and snow are still howling, and the time sequence is still moving forward, not changing because of one person, they seem to say, I am the master of this world.

"Thousands of miles of ice, thousands of miles of snow, inside and outside the Great Wall, one day will be in my pocket. The man in the felt hat looked at the fortress in the distance, his hand clutched to his chest, and muttered to himself.

"Master, it's getting late, do you want to go back?" asked one of the knights.

"It's not busy, it's not too late to get to the top. The big man in the felt hat loosened the reins, kicked the horse's belly, and took the lead in galloping, and the rest of the horses also followed, although the mountain road was narrow, but the team was neat, and there was no disorder at all.

As they went, the closer they got to the peak, the more snow spilled, and the brims of the knights' gloves and hats were filled. The heavier the cooler it gets, the more difficult it is to breathe. This group of people still rose to the challenge with the plot that they were not heroes who could not reach the top of the mountain. I saw the big man in the felt hat sit down and let out a long neigh, and a touch of emerald green light on the top of the mountain was refracted down, it turned out that the snow on the top of the mountain had stopped, and the sun broke through the clouds, and it rose in an instant, right behind him!

Suddenly, he felt that he was the sky, man would conquer the sky, and in the face of the destiny of heaven, he would be the master of nature!"Haha...... Ha ha...... Hahaha!" he laughed loudly, as if the whole mountain was playing up his joy, and he was vigorous and heroic in all directions!

He picked up his whip and pointed it to the sun, as if to say, "It's me!" and then he pointed to the far end of the mountain, where there was a castle, and behind the castle there was fertile land, treasure, and an ancient civilization. He yearns for it and desperately wants to possess it, because he is the master and he deserves everything!

The breath exhaled from the mouth was white, the color of snow and ice.

"'The soldiers are reckless, and the generals are empty. But the one who knows the soldier is a murder weapon, and the saint has no choice but to use it. 'Their Han poems are so well written!' the man in the felt hat suddenly sighed.

"Hmph, but if there is no murder weapon, how will the world be unified? How can it achieve that peaceful and prosperous world? Therefore, the saint has no choice but to use it. It can be seen that those who use it well are still saints!" His horse breathed, its hooves raised, as if it still had spare strength, and longed for farther and farther, and its master's eyes were fixed on the city, the place where it and he wanted to conquer.

"Master, it seems that more than 100 horsemen are coming this way, please take shelter for the time being. A knight next to him said suddenly. The big man in the felt hat sneered: "Gao Di is negligent in military defense and is afraid of me like a tiger, whose army will it be?" The man replied: "It seems to be Li Pinghu, the guard general of the Daling River, one of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry." ”

Liaodong Iron Cavalry is the Ming Dynasty famous general Li Chengliang, Li Rusong father and son under the command of the pro-army, is a Ming Dynasty with a strong combat effectiveness of the army, after the Jin Khan Nurhachi father and ancestor died in the Liaodong Iron Cavalry under the knife. However, after Li Rusong died in battle, the Li family no longer had a good general to lead this pro-army, so that the discipline of the Liaodong Iron Cavalry was broken, and the battle of Salhu was defeated by Nurhachi.

"It's a man, but if you want to catch me Nurhachi, it seems to be a little tender. Let's go back. The big man in the felt hat took the lead in descending the mountain, and the deployers took out their blades to protect the main general.

The Ming army was coming quickly, and more than ten horsemen in felt hats were surrounded in an instant, and more than ten feather arrows had been shot not far behind the big man. "Give them back a few times!" The man in the felt hat turned his horse's head, pulled out his longbow, and mounted the wolf's tooth arrow, and in an instant the bow opened like a full moon, and with a "whoosh!", the arrow went like a meteor, piercing the throat of a Ming knight.

The Ming army was taken aback, and immediately slowed down the speed of the horse, only firing feather arrows frequently. The big man in the felt hat and the deployment also drew bows and arrows, and the two armies shot at each other. Although the Ming army was numerous, the bow and arrow could not shoot on the mountainside, but the strong bow of the Han army in the felt hat could reach far, and it was hit immediately, and dozens of Ming soldiers were killed in an instant. The generals of the Ming army ordered to retreat, besiege but not attack.

The man in the felt hat laughed and said, "The little man has no courage, the military spirit has been dispersed, and he can make things happen?"

When the Ming army saw them menacing, they were holding long knives or hard bows, shouting while rushing, although the number was small, but the momentum was far superior to their own. The first general shouted: "Don't retreat, shoot the position!" But the Ming army has been cowardly for a long time, and just wants to turn the horse's head and flee back to the city, how can they still have the strength to shoot with a bow?

The victory or defeat of the battle array changes in an instant. The Ming army missed the opportunity, but the braided army of the big man in the felt hat was in charge, they rushed up, crossbow arrows were frequent, shot several people, and then the long knife waved, and the Ming army white blade contact. The Ming army retreated one after another, and the general couldn't stop drinking, and ordered: "If there is anyone who retreats again, there will be no mercy!" He killed several people, but he still couldn't stop it, and with a long sigh at the moment, he led a few pro-soldiers to wave their knives and rush towards the big man in the felt hat.

The number of pigtailed soldiers is not large, and if they want to scatter and kill, there are few guards around the big man in the felt hat, and there is only one person at the moment. The big man in the felt hat sighed: "Capture the thief and capture the king, shoot people and horses." These are the art of war passed down by the Han people since ancient times, but unfortunately they Han people themselves do not use it well. Capture the thief and capture the king, why not lure the enemy deeper?"

The general of the Ming army changed his expression sharply, and he saw that four horsemen in felt hats suddenly galloped out on both sides, intercepted his retreat, and shot the rear army with a strong bow. Several pro-soldiers brought by General Ming were immediately shot to death, and the man in the felt hat shouted, threw away his longbow, and rushed over with a knife!

The long knife was like a tiger, and it swooped down, and the Ming general stopped the horizontal knife, only to feel that both arms shook at the same time, and the tiger's mouth was in severe pain. When the two horses were about to pass, the long knife of the big man in the felt hat was slashed back, and the Ming general couldn't dodge, and suddenly fell off the horse. The Lord was captured, and the Ming army was immediately dispersed.

The two whip soldiers pressed the generals of the Ming army to the big man in the felt hat, and the big man in the felt hat asked, "Are you Li Pinghu?

The man looked ashamed, but nodded. The big man in the felt hat laughed loudly: "Since Li Rusong died on the battlefield, the stone painting ground is a prison, and there are no famous generals in the Ming Dynasty, hahaha, now it is the world where my gold can gallop!"

Li Pinghu was unwilling, but he was powerless to refute. How can the general of the defeated army speak bravely? With the prosperity of his flesh and blood, he has become the hatred of losing his footing, and his life is here at this moment, which is also due to the number of days.

"Kill me. He closed his eyes and died.

"Why should I kill you?"

"I want to kill you, but you don't kill me?"

"Hahaha, I won't kill you. ”

"Why?"

"Because, I want you to know that if I can catch you once, I can catch you a second time or a third time. It doesn't matter if you are killed or not!"

"Why are you so sure? Aren't you afraid that I'll fight back?"

"Hahaha, just in the name of my Nurhachi! Besides, if you want to be Meng Mingshi, someone has to want to be Qin Mugong. Hahahaha!"

He said no more. Because, he knew that what he said was the truth.

"I'll let you go back, you tell Jing slightly Gaodi, let him figure out what to do for himself!"

The man in the felt hat turned his horse and led his brave army of pigtails, and walked away without looking back.

Li Pinghu picked up the long knife, looked at the corpses of dozens of Ming soldiers around him, and stood on the snow, his whole body seemed to collapse, and he couldn't move anymore.

The setting sun reflected the blood stains on the knife, reflecting a bright and vivid and strange color.

At this moment, the mountains are like the sea, and the remnant sun is like blood.