The vista is shaking, and the sun is shining in all directions. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info In the call of the morning, a round of scorching sun appeared, revealing half of the red face, like a shy beauty, emotional and magnificent. The golden brilliance dyed the sky red, the willow trees beside the road lowered their heads, softly bathed in the morning light, the tall poplars stretched out their arms comfortably like a sturdy youth, the weeds were slightly moist, with a little coolness, and the mist was thick and turned into crystalline pearls dotted on it, quiet and resentful.

Suddenly, the earth trembled, the mountains were shocked, rumbling loudly, and through the dense fog, you could see that a black image was rapidly approaching, like a black cloud pressing down on the city.

Before the fog dissipated, the Vietnamese army moved, the central infantry army of 100,000, the two wings of cavalry each 50,000, a total of 200,000 troops, with the belief of victory, with the determination to serve the country, the mighty, the mountains and rivers, the collapse of the sun and the moon!

Disarmed and went to the battlefield to defend the mountains and rivers to the death!

In the center of the Vietnamese army, there is an ancient chariot, a single, two-wheeled, square chariot, driving four horses, three people on the cart, one wearing a purple and gold crown, swaying, wearing gold chain mail, too big, feet staring at iron boots, too heavy, the body is like catkins falling with the wind, and the throat is not convex like a lady! Long live the first person under him, and the official sits on the best nine thousand dynasties! There is a person next to him who supports him, his face is white, his face is not worse than ****, his beard is thinner than that of a woman, if he asks what his name and surname are, the head of the eunuch is ******!

Thirty miles from Jincheng, the two armies face each other, as far as the eye can see, the fire shines brightly, rows of soldiers wear the armor of the scorching sun like fire, the fighting spirit is high, the fire devours the sky and the earth, the Vietnamese army is like ice, the Wu army is like the flame, and the water and fire are intolerable since ancient times.

A loud and energetic horn sounded in the sky, the war began, the army of the Vietnamese army camp was dispatched, the cavalry on both sides took the lead, like two sharp blades, straight into the heart of the enemy, the iron cavalry trampled the ground, the war horse neighed, 100,000 central troops held long swords, straddled neat steps, layer by layer, pushing the mountains and shaking the mountains, the army trembled over the mountains and rivers, and the four fields were shocked!

Suddenly, Wu Jun's drums and horns were loud, the banner was hunting in the wind, and the central infantry was surging with supreme might, like the god of fire, sweeping the world, with a scimitar in hand, the cold air was pressing, and countless ferocities were added under the refraction of light. At the same time, the cavalry on both wings roared to meet the attack, and the heavy infantry was also an unstoppable "fierce thing", like a black sea tide swept over the flat.

In front of the Central Army of Wu State, a person rushed towards him, wearing a dark iron helmet, wearing a black iron armor, a big sword in his hand, heavy, six or seven feet long, like a small door panel, stepping on a pair of black iron combat boots, high sword eyebrows, eyes like the moon of the earth, majestic, dignified and really like the god of war in the world! Jun Qianyan's face was solemn, the overwhelming number of troops was really shocking, it was difficult to understand his meaning without entering the battlefield, he clenched the long sword in his hand, and told him backwards: "After a while, the two armies will fight, you will hide behind me, and try not to show your head." ”

The first time he went to the battlefield, it stands to reason that he should be apprehensive, hesitant, and afraid, but for some reason, when he put on the armor and stepped into the battlefield, his heart was surprisingly quiet, as if he had experienced a thousand times, this feeling was very strange, strange and familiar, and seemed to come from a release of soul instinct.

The soldier is good at scheming, the soldier is good at fighting, the black heavy armor soldier turned into a spear, the spear is pointed, invincible, at the tip is a great figure like a god of war, all the soldiers look at him with a look of awe, yesterday he was still a waste who was ridiculed, but today he is intimidating the world with a posture.

Pull out the mountain and cover the world!

Behind him followed two small infantrymen, very inconspicuous, a meter or less in size, it is easy to drown in the sea of people, one on the left is fair-skinned, a pair of big eyes are slippery, and the one on the right is pitch black, similar to a briquette, full of honesty, but the speed of the two is really not slow, even the Shenxing Taibao in the army is not comparable to the two, and I don't know how to do such a short leg, the two laughed in unison: "Order." ”

Bai Wuchang wondered as he ran: "Brother Jun, this battle is not right?" ”

Jun Qianyan's physical strength was gradually developing, and he was wearing more than 200 catties of Xuantie battle armor and still had no change in color, and replied: "What's wrong?" ”

Bai Wuchang continued: "Didn't the book say that on the battlefield, the heroes swept the formation, the small soldiers waved the flag, and the generals fought alone? And then the victor attacks, and the dead flee? ”

Jun Qianyan sighed and said helplessly: "The mediocre ministers mislead the country, the quack doctors mislead the disease, the mediocre books mislead the people, as you said it is just a fantasy, it is almost impossible on the battlefield, the victory or defeat of the war mainly depends on the number of troops on both sides and the overall planning ability of the main general, as well as factors such as grain and grass, geography and so on." ”

Hei Wuchang scolded: "Pit father, **** immortal banban, co-authored Romance of the Three Kingdoms, Water Margin, Journey to the West, and Golden Bottle Plum are all nonsense?" ”

Bai Wuchang stopped and said: "I said Lao Hei, the Romance of the Three Kingdoms and the Water Margin wrote about the war, and the Journey to the West can be regarded as a reluctant side, why is the Golden Bottle Mei doing?" ”

Hei Wuchang said with some hesitation: "Then, isn't that bed battle also a battle?" ”

Jun Qianxian explained: "You can't blame the author entirely, first, the author is a weak scholar and has never fought a war, and the two are simple and can highlight the distinctive characters of the characters, so as to meet the taste of the public." ”

Finally, the two armies collided like a sea of mountains, and if the thunder resounded through the valley, and like thousands of angry waves crashing against the mountains, its momentum was shocking, and its power was terrifying! Long swords and scimitars fluttered, spears and spears whistled and flitted, dense arrows rained like locusts crossing the border, and dull shouts and short roars made the mountains and rivers tremble! The heavens and the earth are turned upside down, and the sun and the moon are gone!

The army within the army, the steel of the steel, both armies once had a brilliant record of winning and undefeated, and both had the courage to die generously. Iron men struck, dead and unwhirling, hideous faces, bloody swords, low howls, and smoke and dust, and the whole mountain was enveloped and annihilated by the tragic aura of this primitive fight.....

Drunk and lying on the battlefield, how many people came back to fight in ancient times?

The smoke rising from the flames of war, billowing and shaking, the collision of red and black, the battle between fire and water, the endless battle, the dead lying on the ground, the red blood for thousands of miles, the thick smell of blood and sweat mixed with each other, filled the air, pungent and unpleasant.

The war, but it continues.

The poignant roar is the unique melody of war, as if an invisible hand is secretly manipulating, with the sky as the string, the earth as the bottom, the common people as the pen, the blood as the ink, and death as the rhyme, composing a song of the sorrow in the world.

The crazy killing and blazing beacon fire made the soldiers of the two armies angry, and the war became more and more intense, and the hundred-year dispute between Wu and Yue may be coming to an end today.

The remnant sun is like blood, the afterglow of the setting sun is poured on the city tower, the defenders of the city are all old and weak women and children, the light shines on the face, it is exhausted, it is helpless for life, victory, the three armies celebrate, defeated, slaves of the country, but is this really what they want? Perhaps all they want is to live a dull life for a few days, chopping a bundle of wood, lighting a wisp of cooking smoke, drinking a pot of turbid wine, and eating coarse tea......

The battle is heating up, death not only does not slow down the pace of war, but makes it more violent, an unprecedented battle, from sunrise to sunset, from dawn to dusk, when the last ray of light dissipates, black envelops the earth, the horn of Ming Jin finally sounds, after a short period of distraction, only to wake up, physically and mentally exhausted, the hand holding the sword at this time has no strength, the weapon slipped down, the former comrades fell in a pool of blood, the black earth was ruined, the dried blood formed a thick scab, buckled to the ground, Like a gluttonous mouth, revealing a hideous smile.

"Tick."

Clear as flowing water, soft as silk, moisturizing, exciting, like the water dripping from a high cliff, splashing on the surface of the lapis lazuli, the soldier's face is intoxicated, and the soul appears to be detached for a short time.

The sound of the piano was in his ears, Jun Qianyan's face changed drastically, and he directly grabbed the black and white impermanence, and strode in the direction of Jincheng, and Bai Wuchang asked, "What's wrong boss?" ”

Jun Qianyan said anxiously: "Go quickly, if you are late, there will be changes, the piano is not the piano of the world, the song is a peerless song, and there will be a big change soon!" ”

The voice fell, the sound of the piano changed sharply, the rhythm was high and urgent, the sword light and sword shadow, the wind swept the sand, the golden iron horse, the tiger roared and the ape cried, like the sword of the sky cutting the world, **** the ground, bursting the gravel. Killing sound into the battle, the soldiers and generals are all arrogant, Mingjin is useless, and the purgatory scene of the ten directions.

Human nature is completely lost and inhuman, the beast nature is big and devours the beast, the eyes are bloodthirsty and longing, and the enemy is the old man.

Above the battlefield, the Nine Voids, a game of chess, two people sit opposite each other, holding a white son on the left and a black son on the right. The first person on the left, wearing a black and white two-color crown, wearing a Tai Chi two-color robe, a mixed color belt around his waist, a mountain and river fan in his hand, a pair of Taoist boots under his feet, his hair is black like splashing ink, his eyes are black and white, his slender beauty is like a crown of jade, he is a charming and talented person, there is no name in the Dao Sea, it is difficult to find it in the devil's career, who does not know my intention, and the Dao number is yin and yang. The first person on the right is shrouded in a dark cloud, gloomy, treacherous, and difficult to see.

A person on the left said: "There are many obsessions in the world, and the sea of desire is boundless." ”

A person on the right said: "Mo Yan is bitter in the world, and the fate of the law asks the sky." ”