It's Li Bai.

At this time, Li Bai was wrapped in a slightly loose armor, his body was almost on the back of the horse, and he was galloping all the way towards the potter.

Of course, on the waist of this "wine fairy", he never forgets to hang a gourd of good wine at any time.

The potter suddenly remembered that considering that the soldiers had been fighting the Han Kingdom for a long time, their physical strength and spirit might fall into exhaustion, in order to boost the morale of the soldiers, he ordered Li Bai to go to Juyong Pass with the army, and Li Bai should be in Deng Ai's army.

"Li Bai, you came just in time, quickly make a poem for me, immediately!" The potter didn't wait for Li Bai to run, and then shouted.

Poetry?

Li Bai was stunned on the spot, lying on the back of the horse and looking at the potter in a daze, with an expression as if his ears had an illusion and he had heard it wrong.

His army has collapsed to such a point, the situation is in crisis, he originally wanted to persuade the potters to withdraw their troops, but who knew that the potters actually asked him to compose poems?

"Your Majesty...... Your Majesty, did you hear me right, what did Your Majesty tell your ministers to do? Li Bai asked with a trembling voice.

The potter sword frowned, and said in a deep voice: "Where did you come from so much nonsense, I asked you to write a poem to boost my morale, and I don't want to do it quickly." ”

Li Bai understood it now, but in a blink of an eye, he fell into surprise and inexplicability.

He remembered the battles that followed the Son of Heaven back then, and at the critical moment, the Son of Heaven seemed to have indeed asked him to compose poems to boost the morale of the soldiers

At that time, he made almost a poem in a hurry, and after the poem was completed, the morale of his soldiers was indeed miraculously restored, and finally turned defeat into victory.

Although Li Bai was shocked at that time, he only thought that the two miracles were just accidental, and the low morale of the soldiers was definitely not something that could be inspired by a few of his poems.

He never expected that the Son of Heaven would take this seriously, and once again at such a critical moment, let him compose poems again to boost morale.

"Your Majesty, don't joke with the ministers, the first two times were just accidents, this kind of coincidence, it's okay to do it again and again, how can it be again and again." Li Bai said with a bitter face.

The potter's heroic face was full of confidence, and the green dragon knife was raised, and he shouted: "I just say it's okay, you don't care, just compose a poem for me." ”

"Okay, good, just do it." Li Bai didn't do anything, so he had to wipe the beads of sweat on his forehead and think about it hard.

On the battlefield, the crazy Han army was like a tide, rushing towards the Wei army wave after wave, becoming more and more ferocious, and hundreds of Wei soldiers were constantly falling in pools of blood.

The army's spirit has collapsed, the attack of the Han army is too fierce, and the tide of soldiers is about to overflow to the Chinese army of the pottery merchants.

Li Bai had already racked his brains, and even raised his head to pour a gourd of Ganjia wine cleanly, sweating profusely, but he hadn't made a poem yet.

"Li Bai, how long do you have to go!" The potter asked, a little impatient.

Li Bai wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead, embarrassed: "Your Majesty, the elegant thing of composing poetry pays attention to the mood and atmosphere, and now that we are in this critical situation, how can the minister come out." ”

"Then you close your eyes, cover your ears, just concentrate on poetry, don't care about anything else, the sky will fall and I will give you a top!" The potter shouted heroically.

Li Bai's body was shocked, he gritted his teeth, simply closed his eyes, covered his ears, and no longer paid attention to the war outside, only immersed his heart in poetry.

Blood mist was splashing, battle flags were flying, horses' hooves were galloping, and the terrible sound of killing shook the heavens and the earth, turning the wilderness for miles into a hell on earth.

Li Bai closed his eyes tightly, completely putting himself out of the matter, his soul had flown into the ocean of poetry, and his breathing became calmer and calmer.

He had completely isolated himself and entered into meditation in the realm of selflessness.

Two hundred steps –

One hundred steps –

Seventy steps –

The surging Han soldiers and the chasing Wei army were defeated one after another, and the blood mist was almost approaching in front of the pottery merchants.

Once the Chinese army was broken, the potter had only one way to withdraw his troops, and as soon as he left, it was tantamount to declaring the defeat of the whole army.

The situation has reached the most critical juncture.

The pottery merchant looked at Li Bai, whose eyes were closed, and really wanted to urge him to hurry up, but when the words came to his lips, he still held back, and muttered in his mouth: "Li Bai, I believe you, you haven't disappointed me in the first two times, and I believe that you will not disappoint me this time, and you will definitely not ......

In the next second, Li Bai slowly opened his eyes, and the anxiety and panic in his eyes were gone, but they were flowing calmly and elegantly.

That's the temperament of a true poet.

After taking a deep breath, Li Bai cleared his throat and said loudly: "The north wind sweeps the white grass and folds, and the snow will fly in August." Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed......"

“…… Luntai East Gate sent, when going to the snow full of Tianshan Road. The mountain loop turns around, and there is a place for horses in the snow! ”

A majestic and heroic, but full of vicissitudes of life, echoed in the ears of the potter, so that his heart suddenly ignited with pride.

How could the potter not remember this poem.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloom!

This famous sentence that has been recited through the ages, even if the potter has traveled through thousands of years and more than ten years have passed, how can he forget it.

However, he vaguely remembered that the original author of this poem should have been written by the Tang Dynasty poet Cen Shen, but he didn't expect it to be created by Li Bai in advance.

History has changed, the Tang Dynasty will not appear, Cen Shen will not appear, with the immortal talent of the poet immortal Li Bai, "for" Cen Shen to make this masterpiece What is wrong.

The poem had been read, Li Bai breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the potter with a wry smile, "Your Majesty, this poet has been made, whether it can boost the morale of the soldiers, the minister does not dare to guarantee it." ”

"I said I could, just wait and see the show." The potter, however, was categorical, and his tone made no secret of his confidence in controlling everything.

Li Bai had no choice but to feel uneasy, looking at the soldiers of his own army who were "defeated like a mountain", and his eyes were full of suspicion.

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed——

Suddenly, like a night of spring breeze, thousands of trees and pear blossoms bloomed——

Li Bai's poem was not too loud, but it was like thunder, constantly echoing in his mind for a long time.

The potter felt that that verse was like a heart booster hitting him, and unconsciously, his spirit was quickly lifted.

He knew that it was the poetic talent at work.

The potters were like this, and the other ordinary soldiers, almost at the same time, felt the changes in their bodies and minds.

The role of the poetic talent, just like the demonic talent, quietly injected an invisible spiritual force into the hearts of the soldiers.

In the blink of an eye, their hearts were no longer flustered, their spirits were no longer turbulent, their hands holding their weapons no longer trembling, and their legs were no longer weak.

Deep in their hearts, the iron will suppressed by the demon's talent, like a beast that had been trapped for a long time, finally broke free from the shackles of the cage and rushed out, surging all over the body.

Morale rekindled!

With anger burning in their eyes, they stopped retreating, re-clenched their swords and guns, and let out an earth-shattering roar of rage from their mouths, fearlessly slaying at the surging enemy.

"Kill—"

"Kill—"

The sound of killing like the heavens and the earth shattering shook the sky, tearing the sky, changing the color of the heavens and the earth, and the gods and ghosts retreated.

That invincible and indomitable steel hero has finally woken up from its slumber!

"How is this possible, is my poem really working again, is this too coincidental, isn't it......"

Li Bai's face was full of surprise, and he muttered to himself, even the wine gourd fell out of his hand, and he never dreamed that his luck would be so good.

Miracle, he was bumped into again!

The potter's face was already burning with a domineering killing machine, and with a wild laugh, the Qinglong knife slashed forward, and shouted: "The warriors of Great Wei, the time has come to fight back, kill me back, let them know what the real undefeated army is, fight for Great Wei, kill-"

"Fight for Great Wei!"

"Fight for Great Wei!"

The roar of thunder and the sound of battle shook the sky, and the sky swallowed up everything, easily overpowering the roar of the Han army.

Thousands of soldiers of the Great Wei who had rekindled their fighting spirit, like a tiger waking up from a dream, turned around and killed the Han army that was chasing them.

The counterattack begins.

The Han soldiers were stunned.

Just a moment ago, they were arrogant, thinking that the collapse of the Wei army was a foregone conclusion, and they had finally won a long-lost victory.

They were naïve and self-righteous that what they had to do next was extremely easy, just to drive the frightened lambs of the Wei army and reap the heads wantonly.

It's a pity that they never expected that the Wei army, which had collapsed and fled in the wilderness, suddenly seemed to be beaten with chicken blood, and their morale exploded like a rainbow, and they actually reflexively killed it.

Not only did the Wei army begin to counterattack, but their morale was like a wolf and a tiger!

This miraculous change gave the spirit of the Han army a head-on blow, and he fell into a panic for a while.

The nightmare begins.

The Wei army, which pounced like a tiger and wolf, ruthlessly slashed at the Han army with swords and guns, and in a blink of an eye, the Han army was bloodied and corpses were all over the field.

The offensive and defensive momentum is completely reversed!

80,000 Wei troops, the number is twice as many as 40,000 Wei troops, only then will the morale collapse, will be chased and beaten by the enemy, and now once the morale is restored, it will naturally seize an overwhelming advantage in the blink of an eye.

Under the counterattack of twice the Wei army and the momentum like a rainbow, the Han army soon collapsed on the whole line, like the sea water at a low tide, running backwards in embarrassment, and collapsed in the direction of Juyong Pass.

"How is it possible that the enemy army was killed back, what the hell is going on?" Yan Liang, who was in the midst of a big battle, was naturally surprised when he saw the reversal of the situation.

The rest of Huang Zhong and Lu Bu's second generals, although they had the upper hand among the fighting generals, they were all shocked by this sudden change in the situation, and their fighting spirit suddenly suffered a big setback.

Seeing the collapse of their own army, more and more Wei troops surrounded them, Yan Liang and other three generals were afraid of being surrounded by the Wei army, even if they were unwilling, they could only flee in defeat.

Yan Liang is defeated!

Huang Zhong is defeated!

Lu Bu is defeated!

The defeat of the generals further contributed to the defeat of the Han army, and the 40,000 Han troops retreated like lost dogs.

"How so? Why is this happening? Why? ”

Looking at the sudden change in the wind and clouds and the collapse of his own army on the whole front, Liu Bei's originally proud and confident face had solidified into a moment of tragic shock.

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(三七 Chinese.)