The corpse on the corner tower was turned over by a Chu soldier, tied up with a thick rope, and hung down. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

The soldier who was waiting under the corner tower was unarmoured, he tilted his head, his hands were sore and trembling, and carefully caught the hanging corpse on the corner tower. About a dozen feet behind him was a long trench filled with dead soldiers who had been stripped of their armor.

This is the heavy battalion of the Chu army to lead the team, and most of the soldiers who stayed behind were the old, weak, sick and disabled. The day before, I don't know how the Lu army detoured back to the rear of the army and attacked the heavy battalion. Fortunately, the support of the front army was timely, and there was not much loss in terms of restriction.

The Chu army led by Guo Ya had officially clashed with the Lu army two days ago, and when the Chu army was about to advance into the Pudan grassland, Xiang Yiming's Youming appeared in front of them like a hurricane, forcing the exhausted Chu army back thirty miles away and camping.

Guo Ya stood on the edge of the trench, and he looked at the cold corpses, his face pale.

"General, what does the letter say?" Gu Yue stood on the side, looking at the crumpled snow-white letter in Guo Ya's right hand.

The letter paper was just sent by the envoy of the Huangyang tribe, and it was rumored that the front line on the Pudan grassland was constantly tightening. Shang Xie, the famous general of the Lu State, was about to break through the defense of the Fengsui Iron Cavalry, and single-handedly entered the interior of the Pudan grassland, and the situation was very bad.

"Zadar, the Maharaja of the steppe wants us to march faster." When he said this, Guo Ya's strength in holding the letter increased in vain, revealing the sharp bones of his fists, "Break through the barrier of the rear of the Lu army in one fell swoop, and enter the Pudan grassland to flank the Shang evil." ”

"Our army has 100,000, and the enemy army led by Xiang Yiming is only 20,000 soldiers...."Gu Yue said carefully, "The foundation of the newly established dynasty in the north is not stable, so if you give..."

"I know what you're trying to say." Guo Ya raised his hand to interrupt Gu Yue's words, "The bait thrown by that wolf is very attractive, isn't it?" ”

"Who?"

"Zadar, the wolf of the steppe. He knows that our situation is urgent. The state of Chu mobilized the strength of the whole country to attack the state of Lu, and now our army has been consumed in the state of Lu for more than a year, and the battle line has been opened from the south, which has been extremely long, and the supply of grain and grass may become more and more inadequate. When Guo Ya said this, his eyes were a little dark, "Gu Yue, you are the only one who has fought with that Xiang Yiming, I wonder what you think of him?" ”

Guo Ya's question made Gu Yue's eyes roll, and he twisted the hilt of his sword in his hand, "Has the general ever heard of berserkers?" When he shoots, it's enough to send chills down the back. The next move I made with my sword seemed to be expected by him, he was a resolute and resolute man. ”

"Berserker?" Guo Ya's expression showed a little surprise, he didn't expect Gu Yue to use this title to describe Xiang Yiming.

Berserkers are the souls of the samurai of the "Mountain Ghost Clan", and the Mountain Ghost Clan, known as Berserkers, are all fearsome and awe-inspiring existences, and the Mountain Oni Clan's "Busan" 400 years ago was a berserker on the battlefield.

"Hehe, I can't imagine that you judged that he is a decisive and resolute person after a few tricks with him?" Guo Ya laughed softly, his gaze resting in the distance.

"If the general has seen the speed with which he draws his sword, he will believe that the little one is not lying." The green tendons on the back of Gu Yue's hand rose, and when he said this, Xiang Yiming's cold eyes flashed through his mind, and he felt panicked inexplicably.

"Next time, I'll go and see it myself." Guo Ya turned his head to look at Gu Yue, his pupils gradually dilated, and a terrifying light bloomed.

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Pudan grassland. Approaching the center

A yellow-faced veteran of the Lu army kicked the trembling leg of his companion, and beside him was a scrawny young soldier, who was extremely nervous, his face was pale, and his eyes were restless looking ahead.

Ahead, a general in a fiery red cloak, holding the quaint long sword at his waist, looked across the fence in front of the defensive line.

Smoke and dust billowed between the positions of the two armies, and the archers on both sides stood silently behind the fence, drawing their bows half-full.

"Open, I'm going over."

The general in the fiery red cloak, his eyes looked through the smoke and dust, and he faintly looked at the cavalry army lined up in a long formation on the opposite side, separated by 20,000 iron-gray defense lines at a distance of 1,000 steps.

"General Shang...."

Lema stood behind the general, a general in a green robe, and he shouted, his tone tinged with surprise.

In his opinion, it was not a wise decision to ride out alone at this time, and once a person was exposed to the range of enemy archers, that person would definitely become a hornet's nest.

"If I die, then follow the plan you laid down yesterday. If the rear army is defeated in advance, you can bypass the foothills of the Pingxi Mountains of the Red Plains and intercept the enemy's northward approach. The general, clad in a fiery red cloak, let go of his grip on the reins as he said this.

The partial general in the rear was about to reply, but he was stunned, and the opposite line suddenly tore apart, and a black horse roared out of the formation, slowly running towards the center of the two armies. At the same time, the opposite archer drew the bowstring.

"Open, rest assured, I'll cut off the other person's head before I die." The general in his fiery red cloak laughed, his gaze calm.

"Yes." The general glanced at the other party's back and waved his hand forward.

The armored infantry immediately trotted out and quickly removed the fence. A snow-white war horse immediately stepped out of the defense line and approached the black war horse on the opposite side.

The two horses met in the middle of the formation and stopped at a distance of more than a kilometer. The two men on horseback each looked at each other, silently.

When the two horses were completely stationed, the two armies raised their swords and guns together, and the soldiers made a deafening sound.

This is a mutual warning, and the oppression of the atmosphere can be felt from afar.

"What did the Maharaja come about?" The general in the fiery red cloak was silent, and he was the first to ask.

"Where's General Shang?" Facing the other party's questioning, the prince of the Pudan grassland, he lowered his voice, and his hand held the horse chopping knife in front of his waist hard.

The two were silent for a while.

"The Maharaja thinks that after the Chu army takes the state of Lu, will the men on the Pudan grassland be free?" The general in the fiery red cloak stretched out a hand and spread it out, and there was a wound on the palm of his hand, "The streak of my palm is cracked, what about yours, Maharaja?" ”

"Oh, so am I!" The Maharaja on horseback swept over the other party's broken palm print, and also stretched out his hand, "It seems that we are the same people, and we don't believe in the Mandate of Heaven!" In the early hours of last night, I sent someone to send the news out, and the Chu army is here! ”

"The Maharaja has a good show." An extremely low voice squeezed out of the mouth of the man in the red robe, "What does the Maharaja think?" ”

"As General Shang thought, I don't worry about the Chu State, but I don't want to live at the feet of the Lu State." The grassland man on horseback, he withdrew his outstretched hand and held it heavily, "Fate must be in your own hands after all, I hope that when the curtain comes down, General Shang will still be alive." ”