There is a difficult color on the dusk face, I haven't heard that you also like poetry, I thought about it, and said weakly: "Isn't it Xin You'an's broken song?" ”

Drunk to pick up the lamp to look at the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn company camp. Eight hundred miles of fire, fifty strings turned over the outside sound, and the battlefield was an autumn soldier. The horse-made Lu was fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt. But the king of the world, won the name before and after his death. Poor white happens!

How magnificent.

The man shook his head, "It is undeniable that words are good words, and kings in the world will like this song, but do you think I will like this one?" ”

At the end of the sky, the tide is overpowered.

Like a muffled thunder beating in people's hearts.

The spirits of the three are all lifted, and the tide is coming.

And not far behind the three of them, Sai Hazhi and the others were also in good spirits, and they all turned to look at the land in the distance, and at the end of the horizon, a circle of black pressed fronts appeared.

In the black line, the cold light shines on the iron clothes, and the wind roars the horse Xiao Xiao.

Some wear armor, others hold the reins of horses.

Foot soldiers and cavalry.

It's a web of heaven and earth.

Saihazhi tightly pressed the embroidered spring knife on his waist and laughed, "Sons, do you dare to die?" ”

Many horsemen slapped knives and laughed at the clouds.

Dusk looked back and sighed: "Sometimes you have to admit that we have the temperament of the Son of Tomorrow, and dare to let Saihazhi, a person from the Western Regions, serve as the pacification envoy of the Nanzhen Fusi, Saihazhi is also a piece of ice to the Ming Dynasty, and the Nanzhen Fusi Tiqi under his command has some of the brazenness and roughness of the Western Regions people, in my opinion, the Tiqi of the Nanzhen Fusi is better than the Beizhen Fusi." ”

Suo Qiuna pouted, this fart was ......

Rainbow colors too!

The man couldn't help but laugh.

Dusk continued to turn around and look at the first tide that was about to emerge in the distance, thoughtfully, "Since it is not Xin You'an's broken formation, it should be, 'Why don't you take Wu Hook and collect Guanshan Fifty Prefectures'?" ”

The man shook his head, "The poem is a good poem, but it's a pity that the next day has not received the grievances of Guanshan Fifty Prefectures, and I won't like this poem in the situation." ”

The evening mood is refreshing and full of interest.

5,000 years of culture, the vast poems are as bright as stars, just take a few poems out can amaze the time, and ponder for a while, "Do you like the scenery of 'the desert is lonely and the sun sets over the long river'?" ”

The man shook his head again, "Even though the scenery of Biansai is magnificent, but I am tired of seeing too much, not to mention that in the peaceful scenery of Biansai, who knows how many soldiers use blood to guard it, the poet only knows that the border is magnificent, and there are a few lines of poetry that write about the bitter cold and dedication of the soldiers, if I like the poems of Biansai, then I should also like that sentence." ”

Dusk immediately cooperated and asked, "Which one?" ”

The man laughed to himself, "Guess again." ”

Dusk groaned slightly, and blurted out: "Poor and uncertain riverside bones, like a person in a spring boudoir dream." ”

The man bowed his head, "Yes, I do have some likes for this sentence, the world only knows that the battlefield is magnificent and the yellow sand is beautiful, but I don't know how many families are desperately looking forward to this battlefield." ”

sighed, "If you can, I hope that I will never see the yellow sand flying and the dust in the sky, and I also wish to sit alone in Gyeonggi in this life, and there will be no 'wolf smoke rising from the rivers and mountains looking north, and the dragon curling the horse and hissing the sword qi like frost'." ”

This is a sentence in "Loyal to the Country", and now this song is a Ming military song.

The boiling in the army is beyond words.

Among the heroes of the Ming Dynasty, no one sings loyalty to the country.

Dusk had a headache on her face, "Then I really don't know what poetry you like, but you can still say it." ”

The man laughed.

In the distance, a white line appeared, surging and rolling towards this side, as if the sky was constantly moving forward, and the sound of rolling and rumbling came out, and the air was filled with magnificence.

The tide is coming.

The man took a sip of tea, "Look at the tide first." ”

A line of tide finally appeared in the distance, the wave is five or six meters high, the magnificent pushing, like a cover to come forward, the river is yellow, the waves are empty, the strong wind blows, and the water points are flying.

The sound of the huge tide swept in all directions, and in the face of such a huge wave, people were so small.

The man sighed: "It's like a line of iron horses on the grassland, swallowing foot soldiers." ”

Dusk also said loudly: "Yes." ”

On the battlefield, the iron cavalry is like a line of tide, facing the infantry army, either directly chiseled through, or like this tide, swallowing up the array of foot soldiers, but after this line of tide, it is a tumbling river.

And after the cavalry, it was a blur of flesh and blood.

The man was slightly gloomy.

The steppe cavalry has always been the thorn in the heart of the Central Plains Dynasty.

Fortunately, the Ming Dynasty can fight back and forth with the grassland cavalry, and the Song Dynasty has lost the sixteen states of Yanyun, and the cavalry has almost never won in the face of the northern cavalry.

Even the big Song Yue Fei was not hard to shake with the cavalry.

Without the Great Song Dynasty of the Sixteen Prefectures of Yanyun, it is like a giant missing his right hand, after all, it is in vain, but it is a pity that the Great Song Dynasty is so rich, but he can't create a cavalry army that dominates the world even if he has money.

Eventually, the country perished.

But the man had to admit that the cavalry of the Yuan Empire, even if it was the peak of the Great Song Dynasty and the sixteen states of Yanyun, created a cavalry army, I am afraid that it would not be able to stop Genghis Khan's devastating cavalry.

Saihazhi and Nanzhen Fusi's Tiqi didn't have the heart to look at the tide, and they didn't dare.

The front line that appeared around them continued to shrink, and the semicircle surrounded them on the embankment, and it was estimated that there were about a thousand men, of which about 200 were cavalry, and the rest were all lightly armed.

The face of the enemy can already be seen.

It was a young or old face, expressionless, neither bloodthirsty nor timid, just calmly looking at Saihazhi and the others, they just followed the military order to come here.

Homicide.

Kill whom?

They don't care.

Don't want to care either.

Because Yanguan Town is the territory of the Ming Dynasty, the people killed here will not be grassland barbarians, and whoever they kill is their own people.

These thousand people are somewhat sad in their hearts.

We are waiting for ambition and we are waiting for blood, and the result is just a tool used by high-level generals to fight for power.

There is unwillingness.

However, the military order is difficult to disobey, how sad it is to be a Ming soldier.

More than 100 Nanzhen Fu Siti riders all embroidered spring knives out of the sheath, forming a semi-circular arch to guard behind them, and Ursa and other eleven women stood on the inner layer, protecting the three people behind them.

And between the eleven of Ursa and the southern town of Saihazhi, there were fifty or sixty people.

They are all dressed in brocade.

Everyone is solemn, some people have swords on their waists, some people have knives in their hands, but all the weapons that can be called can be found among fifty or sixty people, although there are only fifty or sixty people, the aura of Xiao killing exuded is no worse than more than more than one hundred horsemen in Nanzhen Fusi.

Also above Ursa and eleven others.

These fifty or sixty people are the real masters of murder.

Not a master in the military.

He is a master of the rivers and lakes.

The leader is long, with a sword at his waist, a gun in his hand, dressed in white, with a face like a crown of jade, and a jade tree in the wind.

Confucian general Xu Huizu!

And behind Xu Huizu, there was an inner attendant, holding a sword and standing heroically.

His name is Li Qian.

Like Gou'er, he is one of Zhu Di's seven most trusted chamberlains, supervising the army in the local area, and returning to Yingtian with Zheng Heng.

In the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Di took the lead, and most of the eunuchs were good at martial arts.

At this moment, the man who was sitting in front of him watching the tide got up, slowly got up and looked behind him, and said with a smile: "When is the Spring Flower and Autumn Moon by Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, although it is the heart of the deceased monarch, I like it the most. ”

I?!

The man wears a yellow robe.

Yongle Zhu Di!

Behind him, a tidal wave swept by.