Tens of thousands of soldiers stood solemnly, in front of them, this inconspicuous mountain bag that had been shaved off the snow and exposed the withered yellow grass below, if no one pointed out, who would have thought that the bones of tens of thousands of the most elite troops of the Great Zhao were buried below. The sacrifice was nearing the end, Zhao Xilie, Li Mingjun and other former Zhao generals came over with a stone tablet, and in front of the mountain bag, the base had been erected, and several people installed the stone tablet. Cao Tianci on the side walked over with a tray in both hands. Gao Yuan stretched out his hand to pick up the pen, dipped it in cinnabar, and turned around and walked to the stele.

"The Heroic Spirit endures!"

Four big characters jumped on the stone stele, throwing the pen on the ground, and swept the phalanx below that extended into the distance one after another, "Don't forget the past, the teacher of the future generations, 80,000 heroic souls, sleep here, today, the enemy is here again, let us answer them with the swords and guns in our hands, Changping is the place where the martyrs are buried, and it can also be the place where the enemy is buried." What are you going to do? ”

With a choking sound, Gao Yuan pulled out the saber at his waist and threw it heavily on the ground in front of him.

"Kill!" Zhao Xilie, Li Mingjun and other generals drew their swords and shouted.

"Kill!" Behind them, one phalanx after another roared in unison, and the sound of rolling killing came and went, stretching far away, and nothing could make people feel the blood in their veins more than this, and in front of the bones of tens of thousands of unjustly killed comrades, no one could be calm.

Feeling the atmosphere of the scene, Gao Yuan nodded slightly and stepped aside, while Zhao Xilie and other senior generals strode forward, holding a knife in their right hand and a blade in their left hand, a few drops of blood fell, and instantly penetrated to the ground.

The generals stepped aside, and the soldiers of the phalanx at the front stepped forward in rows, each drawing his sword and dripping his own blood in front of the great tomb.

Row by row. Leaving in rows, the blood in front of the hill soon gathered in a trickle, Cao Tianci's eyes lit up, raised his eyes to look at the Zhao Jun who had gone away in front of him, and then looked at the rows of Zhao Jun who were still in front of the grave with a serious expression and swearing blood, that is called a high morale, at this moment, I am afraid that even the Han army is standing in front of these people, and it will not be pleased! The king is wise. A simple matter made these Western Zhao troops, whose combat effectiveness was not outstanding, step on a big step in the blink of an eye.

What is the most important thing in combat effectiveness, not equipment, not the number of people, but the heart! The previous Xizhao army was an army without a soul, they were more soldiers for food, and the concept of protecting the family and defending the country in their minds was only afraid that it had long since ceased to exist, but the blood of their comrades. Bones are the most relatable to these people and more likely to provoke their anger.

And anger is power.

Jiang Fu is just an ordinary soldier in the Zhao army, and he is a soldier, just as Cao Tianci thought. It was not to protect the family and defend the country, but just to avoid starvation, after the Handan Incident, Jinyang County became the capital of Western Zhao. But the people of Jinyang County did not live any better because of this, and their lives were even worse, because they not only had to bear all the taxes of the Xizhao government. He also had to deal with the various requirements of the Qin State, and he could be charged all kinds of strange and exacting taxes at any time.

Jiang Fu can only come to be a soldier, he came to be a soldier, he can eat enough, and by the way, it can be regarded as reducing a little burden for the family, of course, although the military salary is small, it can also supplement the family a little.

In the past two years, he has almost forgotten that he once had an elder brother, because his biggest thought is to fill his stomach, but today, standing in front of that small hill and listening to the deafening shouts of killing, he finally remembered that he had an elder brother named Jiang Tao, who died in Changping, and his bones were in the cold land in front of him.

He clenched the spear in his hand, there was some pain in his palm, it was the wound when he cut his palm yesterday and dripped blood, and raised his head, in front of him was the approaching Qin army, his eyes slowly turned red, and the spear in his hand was held tighter.

"Brother, today I will avenge you." He said to himself in his heart.

His eyes were staring at Qin Jun's face, which had become clear from blur in front of him, but his ears were pricked up to listen to the orders that the commander behind him was about to give.

The drums were beating.

"Forward!" The commander's hoarse roar was eaten, in fact, the voices of everyone in the entire army were almost hoarse, and it was everyone who roared at the festival yesterday.

"Kill!" The voice was not loud, but in Jiang Fu's ears, a hoarse roar carried a stronger killing intent and hatred.

After yesterday's festival, he was surprised to know that seven of his members had the same experience as him, and all of them had relatives buried under that small earthen bag.

Think about it, at least half of General Zhao's soldiers and horses came from Jinyang and Shanggu.

The footsteps were sonorous, and the team in front of them had already walked about ten paces away, and their team followed, Jiang Fu stretched out his spear diagonally upward, trying his best to keep the queue between him and his companions neat.

The sound of war drums behind him was still ringing, but Jiang Fu's ears at the moment were only listening to the small drum beat of the crab on the far left side of the queue, one drum beat at a time, and he must not step on a wrong step, the drum beat did not stop, and the footsteps did not stop. Crab was the leader of their squad, and his son was buried in that giant grave. The crab, who has passed forty this year, is the oldest in their team, and it is also the most domineering, Ping Su has a good body, he has not bullied them less, and he has also robbed them of their things, Ping Su, Jiang Fu hates him the most, but today, Jiang Fu has no hatred at all. It's no wonder that the crab behaved perversely, his only son died, his wife also died, and he became a loner to join the army. But in the past, the enemy was in front of him, but he had no ability to take revenge, and sometimes he had to accompany the smiling face in front of them, and let them bully, and his personality was inevitably distorted.

Thinking of this, Jiang Fu glanced sideways at the crab, the stiff face that usually couldn't see any expression, was shining today, his two eyes were wide, and he was carrying an ax on his back, which was Jiang Fu Pingsu's weapon, the axe weighed twenty catties, and only a person with the physique of a crab could make it turn.

The sky darkened sharply, and the sound of the whistling of the grums was instantly drowned out by the sound of the drum, Jiang Fu looked up, the entire sky was covered, and the two sides began to suppress each other for firing feather arrows.

"Raise the gun, shake!" The chief's voice rang out again.

The spear that was erected obliquely was raised, Jiang Fu desperately distanced the spear in his hand, and the sound of rattling was endless, he knew that he must not be lazy at this time, and if he was negligent, he would be hit by the arrow, and they did not have the iron armor like the Qin army, but I heard that the armor of the Han army was better than that of the Qin army, and I heard that a large number of military baggage was being transported here from the Han Kingdom, maybe after this battle, he would be able to wear decent armor, so the chances of survival would be greater.

A feather arrow fell, and landed beside Jiang Fu, there was a sound of porphyry falling to the ground around him, Jiang Fu turned his head slightly, and saw that Xiao Wu, who had been walking on his side, had fallen, and a leaking feather arrow was impartial, just inserted in his top door heart, and the gods were not saved.

"Don't get distracted, forward, forward!" There was a roar of a crab in his ears, and Jiang Fu involuntarily turned his head to look at him, and the crab had a feather arrow stuck in its back.

"Squad leader, you've been shot!" I tried my best to follow the drum beat of the crab, but my mouth shouted.

"Hit your mother's arrow, hit the arrow or not, Lao Tzu himself doesn't know, forward, forward, approach them, kill them." The crab roared.

The captain is really a good man, Jiang Fu said in his heart, but he ignored that the position of the arrow in the crab did not shed blood, what he didn't know was that the axe on the crab's back saved his life, and the arrow he missed happened to pass through his axe handle, and the arrow was inserted on the axe handle and did not get into the flesh.

The team began to become thin, and from time to time someone fell, Jiang Fu only felt that his heart was beating faster and faster, and there were only five people left in the team walking in front of him.

"The second team stepped forward and made up for it!" There was an officer's roar behind him, the two teams merged in front of one, the rain of arrows in the air suddenly stopped, Jiang Fu raised his head, and finally saw the form in front of him, there was only a dozen or so steps between them and the Qin army at most, and when he looked up, he saw that the Qin army was also filling the manpower from the rear team forward, it seemed that the opponent did not get much benefit from the shooting just now, even if their armor was better than that of their own side.

"Kill!" The roar of the commander came from behind him.

The crab roared, ripped off the small drum hanging on his waist, pulled out the big axe in his backhand with his backhand, clenched his hands, and rushed forward, "Jiang Fu, follow behind Lao Tzu!" He yelled.

"Captain, I'm here." Jiang Fu did not follow him, but took a step forward and stood beside the crab.

The two teams of foot soldiers collided in one place, and the sound of shouting and killing was gone, and there was only the sound of weapons clashing and the sound of knives and guns penetrating flesh everywhere.

Jiang Fu killed for the first time. His spear stabbed into the stomach of a Qin soldier, and the Qin soldier was pulling the spear out of the stomach of a Zhao soldier, Jiang Fu rushed up and gave him a shot, and when he pulled out the spear, the other party's blood spurted out along the barrel of the spear and rushed at him in the face. Jiang Fu was relatively short, which allowed him to take advantage of a lot in the melee. The crab on his side was too fierce and attracted the attention of most of the Qin soldiers.

The crab's axe has only one action, that is, to split, and when the axe goes down, it will either make the head into two pieces, or split the opponent's shoulder strap crotch, and every time you kill people, you will kill thrillingly. A white thing stained with blood.

"Squad leader, you're injured." In the midst of his busy schedule, Jiang Fu saw that there was a hole in the crab's leather armor, and blood was gushing out of it.

"Hurt by your mother, don't you know if you get hurt or not!" The crab is as domineering as ever. (To be continued......)