The sound of drums sounded between heaven and earth, and the sand, stained with dried blood, seemed to tremble. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Brothers, follow me to capture Guandu City!"

Guan Rongliang raised his long knife, pinched the horse's belly hard, and headed towards Guandu City.

He Wei clenched his long sword and "tore it".

The sword is unsheathed.

This was Guan Rongliang's first personal charge in three days, and he was driven crazy.

He Wei sneered, what if he was crazy?

He is not the only madman in this world, he will be crazy? Won't he?

Jing Changning watched He Wei come down from the city tower and rush into the battle situation on the city wall.

Guan Rongliang's charge boosted the morale of the Yunguo army to a large extent, and the whole battle was in full swing, or it could be said that it was ...... Tragic.

The real war is never the sunset over the lonely river of the desert written by the poet, it is blood.

It was red, shaking the blood red of people's eyes.

There are cries, there are shouts.

Some people shouted to avenge their dead brothers, and some shouted that they would go back to see their wives, children, and mothers alive...... Someone didn't think about anything, didn't shout anything, just killed crazy, red-eyed, and mechanically waved the sword in his hand.

This is war.

The most realistic war.

The rolling stones were exhausted, and the groups of wounded soldiers had no time to be replaced, and some people picked up the severed limbs and smashed them towards the city.

"General, the oil is gone!" shouted He Wei's guards.

"Anything can be burned, as long as it can be burned, whatever it is, it will be transported to the city!" He Wei shouted.

In the middle of shouting, he fiercely lifted down a Yunguo soldier who rushed to the wall, and the blood was pasted on his face and condensed between his frowning brows.

Jing Changning clenched his fists and looked nervously at the battle situation.

"Lang Jun!" a shout came from behind him.

"Shouldn't you leave?" Jing Changning looked at Xi Yan who appeared at the head of the city, and asked with a deep brow.

Xi Yan smiled: "Li Xia hasn't woken up yet, I sent him away, but," Xi Yan looked at the city wall, "I looked at this scene, and I always felt that the blood in my bones burned, although Dan is not my country, I suddenly don't want to go." ”

Jing Changning was silent.

Xi Yan didn't say much, and rushed to the city with his sword in hand.

"Brothers!" Xi Yan shouted loudly, "Pick up the knife in your hand, save our wife, children, and parents! Protect our home and country!"

The wind was long, mixed with the disgusting smell of blood.

Between heaven and earth, suddenly there was a tragic singing.

“…… Wives and daughters are sad to see each other

The side plug is smoky and vast

Serve the country and forget your family and be loyal to my king

Holding Jin Ge through the cold light

Wearing rhino armor is unacceptable

Cover the sun with the banner and trap the enemy

The enemy is surging and ferocious

The strong man died in the battle alone......"

Jing Changning looked at Xi Yan of Changge, and suddenly seemed to understand something.

There is always such a kind of blood, wandering among the hundreds of corpses, endlessly.

“…… Died in battle

He still holds on to death and does not surrender

Death does not fall, death does not fall

The strong man is loyal and brave, and he is strong

Fight strong, be strong, be strong

As a ghost, I will never forget

Never forget, never forget

Revenge and killing the enemy, Chu Weiyang......"

This is the song of the state of Chu.

……

Xi Changchang smiled, and the morale on the city wall was unprecedentedly high.

As if shaken by this tragic meaning, the army of the Cloud Kingdom was obviously slower, and there were even people retreating.

Jing Changning's gaze froze, and he landed on Guan Rongliang, who had already climbed a cloud ladder.

She clenched a longbow on the wall, knuckles tightened.

The figure was neat, flying up and down, Guan Rongliang attached himself to the cloud ladder, dodged the stray arrows, and climbed up extremely fast.

Only when he ascends can he save his morale and have a chance.

When I looked up, I saw a cold light on the city wall.

Jing Changning's face was calm, without the slightest emotion.

The fingers that clenched the long arrow are released.

Guan Rongliang gritted his teeth and retreated downward.

The movement of the bow was steady, flowing smoothly, arrow after arrow, Jing Changning's gaze was like stagnant water, unable to make any waves, only one arrow forced Guan Rongliang to retreat downward.

One arrow, another arrow.

Between life and death, Guan Rong's conscience suddenly appeared in a trance.

"You're the one who really calls the shots in this war!"

His voice was drowned out in the flames of war.

Jing Changning squinted his eyes slightly, and the last arrow in the quiver was on the string and suddenly released.

Guan Rongliang was on top of the ladder, and his pupils suddenly constricted.

Hanging his head, a long arrow between his chests brought up a bloody flower.

Blood splashed into his eyes, and there was some pain.

Then he fell down from the top of the ladder.

"General Guan!"

"General Guan!"

There seemed to be a lot of people shouting in alarm.

In a trance, there was a distant voice.

“…… Retreat!"

No, he can't retreat! It's just a little bit! It's almost that he can lead his troops to capture Guandu City!

But he couldn't say anything, he just closed his eyes.

Day 3.

The cloud soldiers retreated.

Jing Changning used his left hand to hold his right arm, which was trembling a little from constantly drawing the bow, his lips pursed, and his eyes were deep.

……

……

"How's General Guan?"

Outside the tent, Zhou Hai and Wei Qiao paced back and forth anxiously.

"I said that I wouldn't let him charge, he was going to go!" Wei Qiao said hatefully, "It's good now, all the soldiers have seen that he is seriously injured! The grain and grass have been burned again, and we have lost all this time!"

Zhou Hai said in a deep voice: "He chose to charge, which was also a dangerous move, and the grain and grass were burned, and only by doing so can he save some chances of victory." ”

"But he lost the bet!" Wei Qiao sneered, suddenly turned his head, and looked at Zhou Hai with heavy eyes, "Brother Hai, you say, will we die after we go back?"

Zhou Hai was stunned and looked away a little evasively.

"Even if you survive, nothing will end well. He whispered back.

In this way, he will be removed from all official positions, and the best outcome will be to die in prison for the rest of his life.

This is not an ordinary defeat, but a fiasco! A fiasco under the disparity in strength! They will be nailed to the pillar of shame, and they will never be able to turn over!

Zhou Hai suddenly remembered the calm cyan figure holding arrows on the city wall during the day.

"Why?" he muttered, but for some reason, there was no hatred.

The war, after all, was provoked by the Yun State, and if it was victorious, it was defeated, and it was not qualified to stand above morality and blame at all.

"General Guan is out of danger for the time being. The medic stepped out of the tent and wiped his sweat.

Zhou Hai and Wei Qiao breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

The two looked at each other.

"Are you going back?" Zhou Hai asked.

Wei Qiao clenched his palm.

"I'm unwilling. He replied.

"But there was no other choice. "Zhou Haidao. "When the army is brought back to Zishuo City safely, I will apologize with death. ”

Wei Qiao was stunned.

"I'm with you. He said.

Zhou Hai tugged at the corners of his lips, did not convince him, but said, "That's fine." ”

"Then let's get out of the army. Wei Qiao was silent for a moment and finally said.

But at this moment, a figure rushed through the barrier of the guards outside the door and rushed into the camp tent.

"This soldier can't retreat!" he shouted through gritted teeth, before he could stand firmly.