The 100-foot building in the west of the Beacon City, the dusk is alone in the sea breeze and autumn. Even more blowing the Qiang flute Guan Shanyue, there is no golden boudoir thousands of miles of sorrow.

There are no beacons, no sea breezes, and no moon.

It was still an afternoon in early July in Chang'an, Jingzhao County, and there was still a bright sun hanging in the sky, but the Qiang Di Emperor Fu Song still felt cold all over his body through the wall of the city and listened to the arrows under the city, and the summer in the ancient capital of Chang'an was as cold as autumn.

The cavalry is not more than 10,000, but more than 10,000 is invincible. Of course, there are not more than 10,000 cavalry under the city, but a full 20,000 or 30,000 Xiliang cavalry.

Standing at the head of the city, looking at the banner under the city covering the sun and dust, looking at the frost spear and snow armor and silver falcon bow under the city, and looking at the Xiliang iron cavalry showing off his might under the city, Huangfu Song felt a burst of heartache, how could such an army and such an Angzang man come to the opposite side of the Han Dynasty?

"Wu Gexi was rhinoceros armor, and the car was wrong and short-handed. The sun covers the enemy like a cloud, and the arrows and fallen soldiers compete for the first. ”

Huangfu Song held on to the city wall and sighed, turned his head to Gai Xun and Xia Yu generals and said: "The cavalry is invincible, the Xiliang Iron Cavalry is good at fighting on the plains, but not good at attacking the city, and March has been a hundred days so far, and the Xiliang cavalry has lost its momentum after a long attack.

Cao Di once said: One blow, then decline, three and exhaustion. The transition between attack and defense is bound to be between the month and the moon, so we must defend the line of defense and wait for the attack of the coming day! ”

"No!" The generals responded in unison.

Huangfu Song waved his hand, looked at the solemn expressions of the generals, and shouted: "This marshal ordered: Army Sima Tian Yan led 15,000 elite soldiers to deploy defenses along the Huaili, Wugong, Guo and Chencang areas of Fufeng County;

Captain Xia Yu led 15,000 elite soldiers to defend Feng Yi and the areas of Fuping, Niyang and Pinyang in Beidi County;

Hanyang Changshi Gaixun and the rest of the generals followed the commander to defend the Chang'an, Chiyang, and Huaili areas of Jingzhao County, and they must not let Xiliang cross the defense line with a single soldier.

When the rebels are tired in the tenth month, they will attack on all fronts, recover the counties of Anding, Nan'an, Hanyang, and Longxi, and join Jincheng! ”

"No!"

"Tian Yan! In the sixth year of Xiping, you and Karasuma Captain Xia Yu and Xiongnu Zhonglang General Zang Sanlu crusaded against Xianbei Tanshi Huai, and the funeral army was defeated, and His Majesty abolished you as a concubine. Today, Shuai specially asks for a holy decree to edict you to go out with the army. Ben Shuai hopes that you will reorganize the majesty of Captain Duan! ”

Duan Taiwei is Duan (jiong), one of the famous Liangzhou Sanming.

In the second year of Yanxi, Duan served as the captain of the Qiang school, Tian Yan and Xia Yu were all fierce generals, and the two of them followed Duan to lead 12,000 Huangzhong Yi from the rebellion, and defeated the eight Qiang tribes such as Dangdang, Burn He, Dang Frying, and Le Sister in the Huanggu area, and the prestige of Tian Yan, Xia Yu and others was also famous for the Qiang people.

This is the most glorious memory of Tian Yan's military career, but the three-way attack Xianbei mentioned by Huangfu Song is the most shameful deed in Tian Yan's life.

In that year, he and Xia Yu and Zang bribed the Chang Shi Wang Fu to persuade Emperor Ling to declare war on Xianbei, and the three-way army was beaten by Tanshi Huai to run wolf and rat run, mourn its festival, pass on the baggage, the three of them each led dozens of horses to run back, seven or eight out of ten of the dead, and the three generals were imprisoned at the same time.

Tian Yan was ashamed for a while when he heard this, his blood was boiling for a while, his face was bruised, he pulled out the scimitar in his waist and slashed it on the city wall, and shouted: "Although the handsome man can rest assured, the last general will live up to the trust, if you can't stop the traitors from the front line of Chen Cang, the country and martial arts, and revive the majesty of the year, the last general will come to see you!" ”

Tian Yan's voice was like a ghost, and the dust on the city wall was sparkling.

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July 15 is the Taoist Zhongyuan Festival, the Bon Festival of Buddhism, and the common people call it the Ghost Festival.

Legend has it that on this day, the hell will open the gates of hell and release all the ghosts. There are ghosts sacrificed by descendants who go home to receive incense offerings from their descendants; The ownerless and lonely souls wander everywhere, wandering wherever they can go.

In Huangjiazhuang on the outskirts of Wugong, the village has long been occupied by traitors from Han and Longxi, the young and strong people in the village have been drawn into the army, and the eldest girls and little daughters-in-law are all slaves and maids, and those who are disobedient or sick and sick are all slaughtered and thrown on the nearby graves, buried shallowly with thin sand and loess, and the rest of the people dare not speak out.

At the time of the hour, the moon was already hanging in the sky, and a silver glow shone in the tomb mountain. Through the mottled shadows of the treetops, you can still see the bleak white bones and ghost fires floating around on the tombs.

The breeze passed through the mountain woods, slapping the soul-attracting flags in front of the grave and whining and wailing, as if countless lonely ghosts were singing in a low voice on the grave mountain.

In the treetops, a night owl suddenly let out a terrible roar, and rows and rows of hundreds of soldiers in full armor emerged out of thin air from the tomb.

They seemed to be wearing masks on their faces, their faces were pale and gloomy, only a pair of eyes looked ahead, they were wearing black cloaks, they walked silently, their skirts were windless, and they were like countless Yin soldiers pouring out of hell.

All the Yin soldiers quietly gathered on the tomb mountain, huddled behind a ghost general, and looked condescendingly at the foot of the mountain.

The Mianmian military camp inside and outside Huangjiazhuang has been silent, the Qiang people and Xiliang cavalry who have worked hard for a day have long fallen asleep, and even the war horses in the stables are drooping their eyes, and from time to time they make a few snorts, only a few columns of soldiers patrolling back and forth and more than a dozen figures leaning on each other by the fire at the entrance of the village.

The ghost general at the head was not in a hurry, but quietly looked at the village in front of him and did not speak, as if he was still waiting for something.

After a while, I saw that the gate of Yizhuang at the end of the village was quietly opened, and a figure walked out, holding a torch and dancing back and forth towards the mass grave three or five times, and quietly returned to Yizhuang again.

The ghost general smiled coldly, and with a wave of his hand, all the Yin soldiers poured into the woods in front of them, and gradually disappeared into the forest.

After the tea, the gate of Yizhuang was reopened, and the Yin soldiers of the right talent did not know what was going on, but they had quietly gathered in front of the door from the forest, pressing their swords one by one, with solemn expressions.

At the same time, more than 100 people have quietly increased to their ranks, and the man who opened Yizhuang is also impressive. They were all burly and indifferent, but their eyes were burning with blazing flames, hatred and stubbornness.

"Are you all there?" The ghost general looked at the team in front of him with compassion, and snorted at the man, his voice dry and low.

The man Huo Ran lined up and looked at the leader, without a trace of emotion in his eyes: "Back to the captain, there are only one hundred and eight men left in Huangjiazhuang!" ”

It turns out that this person is actually a school captain, could it be that there is also a school captain among the Yin soldiers?

The lieutenant rolled his eyes, looked at everyone with contempt and shouted, "Good! You are all men of Huangjiazhuang, and you are all bitter masters of Huangjiazhuang, this school captain will give you a chance to take revenge today, do you dare to ask for it? ”

Huang Shisan hammered his chest and roared, "We've been waiting for revenge for months, why don't you dare?" If the captain lets us go to the cemetery, then we are the wild spirits in the cemetery. If the captain sends us to hell, then we are demons in hell! ”

"Excellent! What is your name? ”

"Villain Huang Thirteen! Formerly known as Huang Lu, those traitors killed thirteen people in my Huang family, so the villain changed his name to Huang Thirteen, aiming to hate with his own hands! ”

The captain nodded and looked at the silent courtyard in front of him, the corners of his mouth cracked, and he smiled gloomily, and he crawled out of hell as an asura: "Huang Thirteen, since you want this opportunity, then this captain will personally take revenge today!" ”

"Kill!"

Huang Shisan nodded heavily, turned around and let out a cold drink, and the only one hundred and eight remaining men in Huangjiazhuang jumped out of the team and rushed into the door with Jin Ge in their hands.

In a few moments, a miserable scream sounded in all corners of the village, like the ghost roar in the mountains and wilderness, like the howl of a wolf in the wasteland, and even like a sharp knife, tearing the silent night sky of Huangjiazhuang fiercely. A group of rebels composed of Qiang and Xiliang people, who were not wearing armor or even slipping naked, climbed up on the bed screaming, and the blood scars on their bodies were one after another.

The night lifted the veil of tenderness at this moment, and there was only the smell of blood in the house.

The rebels who were lying on the bed and still dreaming of the Spring and Autumn Period looked at the people of Huangjiazhuang in front of them, and did not understand why these cowardly people dared to raise their knives and guns, nor did they understand why these little lambs turned into evil wolves overnight.

However, at this time, their lives were at stake, and they still had time to think about where they had time to put on their clothes and armor and hold their weapons, and they jumped out of bed one after another, lifting the tables, stools, bedding, sickles, and even hats in the room to resist anything that could resist desperately and resisting.

However, these are in vain!

The fierce resistance of the enemy aroused more and more the heat and cruelty in the eyes of the people of Huangjiazhuang.

Although it has only been a few months, the people of Huangjiazhuang have endured it for too long, their ambition has been gradually forgotten, their hatred has almost burned them, and their blood has been as cold as ice. Looking at the struggling enemies and the cold blood in front of them, there was only endless hatred and fiery fire in their eyes.

In the past days, they have lost so much, not only have they lost their parents, they have lost their wives and children, but they have also lost their last dignity as men and soldiers. At this moment, they will all be taken back from the enemy one by one!

They held their swords and brandished their swords, slashing at the Qiang and Xiliang people on the bed, blood splattering, with the smell of blood sprinkled on their bodies, faces and

on the corners of the mouth. But they didn't flinch, and their eyes were as red as blood. They only have enemies in their eyes, and they only have killing, crazy killing without any moves and skills!

When the sheep lose their cowardly appearance, they will no longer be sheep, they will be a pack of wolves. By the time the tea had been spared, more than half of the rebels had collapsed on their beds, under their beds, in the aisles, and in the main hall, and that there were only two or three hundred people who had fled out of the door in a hurry.

Two or three hundred people, two or three hundred Qiang people, when they gather together, they are definitely a force to be reckoned with.

Sadly, however, although they have gathered, they do not have any weapons in their hands. Although they had already seen the Huangjiazhuang man outside the door, they saw more people.

Among them were their people, hundreds of them. It was the warriors who stayed in the village to patrol and keep vigil, and during the day they had charged with themselves to herd horses and wrestle, but now they were cold corpses, lying quietly in pools of blood.

However, in addition to the remains of these 100 clansmen, there were more Han soldiers outside the door, ghost-like Han soldiers, they stood quietly outside the door holding torches and spears, their faces were as calm as water, their eyes did not have half a cent of color, their black clothes were like ink, and their spears were like ice.

"Spear!"

Seeing that the rebels had rushed out, the captain licked his lips and smiled, and the ring-headed knife in his hand slashed downward, and two or three hundred spears broke out of the air like lightning, dense as rain.

"Snatch and snatch!"

A terrible scream and the sound of breaking bodies tore through the night sky, and the traitor watched as the spear in the air got closer and bigger in his eyes, piercing through his body, nailing to the corner of the wall and the door, and the end of the spear trembling incessantly.

Arrows are like forests, and blood is like rivers. More and more arrows rained down, and more and more traitors fell to the ground until the last man.

The mutation of the village finally woke up the horses in the stables, and also woke up the sleeping rebel camp not far away.

Unfortunately, before the rebels could regroup, a purple flame exploded over the tent.

In the dark night, the horses neighed, and the drums and horns sounded in unison. The horse-repelling stakes were quickly pushed away, and a column of horses suddenly swept in from the darkness like a tidal current and rushed into the camp. The soldiers on the horses waved their weapons bravely, and their mouths screamed, and the earth shook under the horses' hooves.

"Quick! Assemble your army to meet the battle! ”

A traitor general flew on his horse and shouted with a scimitar in his hand. As soon as he finished speaking, a sharp arrow appeared in front of him like a ghost, slamming through his throat, bringing up a wisp of blood mist, and the traitor general fell to the ground with a bang, smashing up the dust.

"He Fangxiao is small, and he dares to hurt people with secret arrows!" Another shout, a nine-foot-haired man ran out of the camp, grabbed the horse's mane and leaned over the horse, "I am the general of the wolf, and the thief will take his life!" With that, he dragged the thistle bone to sweep sideways with the momentum of thunder, arousing thousands of murderous aura.

Is the day not base? What a terrible name, why don't you just call it Hivort Chicken!

The general of the Han army smiled, galloped his horse with his legs between his legs, and waved it vigorously, and the long axe in his hand flew out of the middle of the iron thistle bones.

"Dang", Jin Ge roared like thunder, the two soldiers met each other and the cold light was shining, Riwu Buji's body shook on the horse, and the iron thistle bone in his hand was almost unable to hold it, and he was taken aback and hurriedly asked: "Who is coming?" Get your name in! ”

"The Qiang children who don't remember to eat or not, do you still remember your old son Tian Yan?" The long axe in Tian Yan's hand was raised high again, and it slashed down, and an axe shadow slashed through the air, and the tiger fell from the sky with its hideous mouth open, and went straight to Riwubuji.

The cold light of the long axe contains the power of a thousand jun; Tribulus terrestris has no edge, hiding a hundred and ten moves.

The two of them couldn't fight dozens of times, only to hear Tian Yan shout angrily, the long axe in his hand split on the iron thistle, and the trend changed to sharpen, the long axe has been sharpened along the iron handle in the hand of Riwu Buji, and the five fingers are broken together.

How can one hand dance the thistle bones and resist the thunderous momentum?

Riwu was in a hurry, and he didn't care about the pain of his ten fingers and heart, so he waited to ride his horse back, but he saw that the long axe also flashed into his eyes like Mount Tai pressed the top, and the iron thistle bones in his hand were swept away, and the cold light flashed away in his eyes, and half of his body disappeared, and the fluffy blood was sprinkled in the dust like a peach blossom rain.

Flying blood splashed, Tian Yan stretched out his tongue and licked the blood that fell on the corner of his mouth, and smiled hideously: "Qiang dog, go back and tell your family that you are handsome, Lao Tzu Tian Yan is back again!" Kill! ”

With a command, thousands of horses galloped, bleeding, limbs broken, and heads broken. Exclamations, screams, screams, and screams rose and fell, and the place where the army passed was devastated.