Yaoxian, a place with legends. Although the www.biquge.info is a legend, it is a fact. Once a fact is told by many people, it becomes a legend, and if it is too legendary, anyone will think that it is a legend, and it will never be a fact. Like the miracles that have remained in the long river of history, the reason why they became miracles is that people at this time really can't imagine how they did what is difficult to do even today. Perhaps, in people's consciousness, what is difficult to do on their own will be considered a legend, a miracle, or even a myth...

In fact, they just lack a kind of courage and lack of effort.

Legend has it that there was an extremely tragic battle in Yaoxian - a young general, with only a thousand men, fought for three days against an enemy ten times his size, and finally fought to one person, waving a blood-stained banner and waving a steel knife that was already full of mutilation, still fighting with the enemy. Looking at the bloody general, almost as indistinguishable as the demons of hell, the enemy in front of him was so frightened that he had forgotten to wield the weapon in his hand, and stared blankly at him as he walked on heavy footsteps and waved the steel knife in his hand. Actually, this is not a legend, but a fact. A general, led a thousand men, fought against an enemy several times his own in the south of Yaoxian. In the three days of the battle, none of the 1,000 men survived, and the 3,000 enemy were annihilated, so that the remaining enemies were so frightened that their hands trembled and they did not dare to fight them. They died because the enemy's commander was so timid at the sight of such an enemy, and when he saw that none of his men dared to fight him, he made a painful decision to set a fire and burn alive the thousand men and the hundreds of others who fought with them. By then, they were so tired and covered with wounds that they didn't have the strength to escape the fire. The fire burned all night, and the wind was full of laughter in the fire—laughter that terrified the enemy, for almost the whole night. The next day, when they were cleaning up the battlefield, they found only the bones of a hundred, and almost a thousand were missing.

Looking at the battlefield where there was only scorched earth left, the enemy general gave a deep military salute and erected a monument on top of the scorched earth—a wordless monument. Perhaps, the general wanted to write a little on it, but he did not know how to write it—no matter how he wrote, he could not write the heroics, the souls that he feared and admired.

And when they arrived at Yaoxian, they saw that the city tower was full of militiamen, and the villagers in the city were holding the weapons they could find, standing majestically on the city tower, with angry eyes, looking at their group of invaders. The enemy general looked at the people of Yaoxian on the city tower. Seeing their hands trembling slightly with fear in their hearts, looking at the hoes and shovels in their hands facing the cold wind and the shining light of the bright sun, and looking at the firmness in their eyes, he sighed softly and led his subordinate generals to leave this place.

He could have led the crowd to capture Yaoxian, and he could have been undefeated, but he didn't do so in the end. Not because he was afraid in his heart, but because he was unwilling to take such a city. Even if he captured this city, he would not be able to change his defeat. In the midst of that night's fire, he had already lost his pride as a soldier.

A soldier can discard anything, but his pride cannot be discarded, and if he loses his pride, he is no longer a soldier, but a person who wears the skin of a soldier and has no soul (waste).

Li Muqi knew about this, and he also knew that the scorched earth was already full of weeds at this time, and he had also seen the wordless tablet, which had gone through wind and rain, and was full of mottled and mutilated wordless tablets. When he saw the wordless monument, it seemed that in his heart he could still hear the laughter in the sea of fire, as if he could still hear the earth-shattering killing sounds that made the enemy frightened.

At this time, the city is still there, but the people have turned into loess, and their souls are still there, but it is difficult to hold that territory.

Is this a kind of sorrow? Is it a kind of helplessness? Is it an unspeakable pain?

Li Muqi slowly retracted his thoughts, looked at the thoughtful general, and waited for a smile to slowly slide on the corner of his mouth, Li Muqi said, "General Lu, it seems that you have a good plan in your heart. ”

The marshal smiled, and the general had no good plan in his heart. Lu Liangyi hugged his fists.

"Oh?" Li Muqi smiled, "I wonder if the general is willing to go somewhere?"

"Could it be Yaoxian?"

Li Muqi smiled, like the smile on Lu Liangyi's face, "Is the general willing to go?"

"I wonder what the marshal has to say?"

"There is only one word," Li Muqi said with a smile, "I hope the general will remember." ”

"Could it be that it will take three days to see the fire in Jizhou?"

Li Muqi shook his head and said, "No, I only have four words for the general's words: 'act when the opportunity arises'." Then he took out an object from his arms, took an arrow, and handed it to Lu Liangyi, "This is a detailed map of the leylines and mountains around Yaoxian, as well as a map of the enemy's next race, I hope the general will ponder it carefully on the road." ”

Lu Liangyi turned out to give a salute to the arrow and the drawing. Fang was about to turn around, Li Muqi's words sounded from behind, "I'm waiting for the sound of the general's victory in Jizhou..."

Soldiers have been sent to the most important places, ambushes have been set up in important places, and there are only three generals left in the big tent at this time, looking at these three people, Li Muqi's face can't help but put down the tension and uneasiness on his face, and that layer of thick fatigue is slowly subsiding. "Three generals, enter Jizhou with me tonight. ”

"What is this camp going to do?"

"Only a thousand people were left to guard it. ”

"A thousand?" exclaimed the general, "I'm afraid that a thousand people will not be able to hold this camp." ”

"This battalion doesn't have to be defended at all," Li Muqi said with a smile, "The enemy will never attack this battalion." Li Muqi pointed to a place on the map, that is, twenty miles before this camp, and said, "They will only set up a camp here to cut off the communication between this camp and Jizhou." Then he raised his head, took off the helmet of the handsome man on his head, took off the armor on his body, and said slowly, "As long as there are false lights in this camp and a pot stove for ten thousand people to eat, it is enough." ”

"Hahaha. The general really had a brilliant plan. The general laughed and said, "Seeing that there are so many sergeants in the battalion, how can the enemy attack." If they attack, I am afraid that the whole army will be wiped out, and no one will be able to return. ”

"But after the second day of the enemy's arrival, the lights and stoves in the camp will be halved. He looked at the three generals and said, "Do you know what I mean?"

The three of them glanced at each other, and only after a long time did a smile appear on their faces, only to see that one of them was about to say it, Li Muqi hurriedly stopped, "This plan, don't say it at this time." The three generals were stunned, and instantly looked at each other and smiled.

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