This time, the general of the auxiliary country led the team, and the soldiers rushed all night, without even resting, and it took only one day to rush to the ambush site, which was not very close to the main city of Dali, and could not shoot bows and arrows from here into the main city of Dali. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Xingzhe wanted to scold his mother on the spot, which fool drew the map, this is really a picture for reference only, it's too far away.

The general of the auxiliary country looked at the main city of Dali in the distance, with a loveless expression.

"Xingzhe, it seems a little unexpected."

"Yes, General, this map is too different, isn't it? What now? ”

The general of the auxiliary country ordered all the soldiers to rest in place, and then squatted down himself, his eyes were confused, and it seemed that he should have begun to think of a way.

After a while, the general suddenly raised his head and smiled confidently.

"I have a way, now immediately contact the monarch of the Jin State, tomorrow morning, when the sun shines directly on the main city of Dali, our two armies will charge together, and we will definitely be able to take Dali."

Xingzhe was taken aback, he thought about looking at the general of the auxiliary country with a big mouth. is worthy of being an auxiliary general, but there is a way, and even light can be used in war, which is really admirable.

When the light shines directly on the main city of Dali, the impact on the archers is very great. Bright light on the eyes can not only blur it, but also cause visual fatigue.

The position of the king of the Kingdom of Jin was marked on the silk silk, and a very large dot was used, as if he was afraid that others would not know the huge number of soldiers he carried.

"Today, I have wronged everyone to rest here, in order not to be detected by the enemy, I can't raise a bonfire at night, so I can only eat dry food."

Night.

The evening breeze is always cool, even in summer, you can feel the slightest coolness, very comfortable.

The soldiers occupied the forest, because there was no rest yesterday, and most of the soldiers had already begun to sleep, and they had enough energy to fight.

The soldiers who were not asleep sat around and chatted quietly, talking and laughing, but they were not particularly boring.

Xingzhe is not very sleepy, he was on the road yesterday and slept on horseback for a whole day, so now he is very energetic.

Xingzhe sat down against a tree, admiring the exotic sunset, watching the sky gradually darken, and the sky drifted with puffs of cooking smoke.

The general of the auxiliary country also sat next to Xingzhe and looked at the red and big sunset.

"What do you think war is? A good thing, or a bad thing? ”

Xingzhe shook his head, and after a while he answered the question of the Auxiliary General.

"There is no good or bad war, there are good and bad, but the people who start it. It's just like a sword in your hand, originally it was just for self-defense, it was used to guard, and it was good. But if you kill people with a sword, then the sword becomes cruel, capable of taking away life, and is bad. ”

The general smiled and stretched out his hand to put it on Xingzhe's shoulder.

"I didn't expect you to have such an idea at such a young age, it's really rare."

"What is this, that genius prodigy Ganluo, who is only twelve years old, has already become a famous strategist. Unlike me, when I was 12 years old, I was still fanning around with all kinds of cards. ”

Xingzhe liked to play a game when he was young, but it was also a very good game. Buy a pack of crisp noodles for five cents, you will send a card, several people in a pile, put their cards on the ground, and fan them with both hands, whoever can fan over, the card is who's.

"I don't want to fight either, but there is no way, Datang still needs me to protect me. The people of Datang still need me, I have to give up myself for the sake of Datang and thousands of people, hold my weapons, and guard the frontier outside the wind and sand. ”

The general of the auxiliary country said what he had always wanted to say, no one will like war, even the general of the auxiliary country is just helpless. For the stability of the Tang Dynasty, he must guard outside the frontier.

"No one will want to go to war, but violent repression is a very effective method. Especially now, without technology, the strength of the country and the combat effectiveness of the army are very related. ”

The general of the auxiliary country was silent for a long time, and Xingzhe did not speak, and the two of them leaned against the tree, quietly admiring the sunset.

"I've heard a lot of people say you can write poetry, really?"

"Why, I just read a little more books......"

"Let's make a poem, let me hear it."

Xingzhe looked at the firm face of the general of the auxiliary country, he had no way to refuse, he could only stick to his scalp.

"Angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning on the railing, Xiaoxiao rain rest. Raise your eyes, look up to the sky and roar, and be fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't wait, the young man's head is white, empty and sad.

Jing Kang is ashamed, and it is still snowing. When the courtiers hate, when will they perish. Driving a long car is broken, and Helan Mountain is lacking. Zhuang is hungry for Hulu meat, laughing and thirsty for Xiongnu blood. To start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ”

Anti-gold hero Yue Fei's "Manjiang Red Shuhuai", a poem that Xingzhe was popular throughout the entire grade when he was in junior high school.

At that time, Xingzhe was still too young and had never experienced war, so he didn't understand what kind of feelings this poem had in it, they just thought that this poem was very handsome and had a feeling of an adult.

But now it's different, now that Xingzhe has grown up, and Xingzhe himself has experienced the war, he can finally understand what the high-spirited man who is trying to regain the lost land is thinking, and he also understands the meaning and artistic conception of this poem.

The hair stood on end in anger and pushed the man on his head down. Alone on a high place, leaning against the railing, the sudden wind and rain had just stopped. Looking up at the sky, I can't help but look up to the sky and howl, full of heart to serve the country.

Over the past 30 years, although some fame has been established, it is as insignificant as dust, and the north and south have fought for 8,000 miles, and how many ups and downs have passed. Good men, we must seize the time to make contributions to the country, don't waste our youth in vain, and be sad when we are old.

The shame of the Jingkang Revolution has not been washed away by the snow to this day. When will the resentment of being a courtier of the state be extinguished! I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be flattened.

Full of ambition, when he is hungry in battle, he eats the flesh of the enemy, and when he is thirsty, he drinks the blood of the enemy. When I regain the old mountains and rivers, I will report the news of victory to the country with good news.

What an impassioned statement, it is not the first time that Xingzhe has been deeply touched by a poem. Xingzhe vaguely felt that he slowly seemed to have a lot of changes, and he didn't even notice it.