The goose-feather-like snow swept the entire battlefield, since ancient times, the cold winter and the rainy season are the taboo of soldiers, one is that the weather is bad and not suitable for combat, and the other is that the heavy snow closes the road and the mud in the rainy season is not suitable for the operation and storage of grain and grass. Although the national strength of the Qin State has become stronger and stronger in the past two decades, it is far from reaching the strength that is enough to shake the countries of the world, and the monarch of the Qin State is inevitably too anxious and hasty in this move.

The two armies under the imperial city of Yingdu are facing each other, the war drums are rumbling, the atmosphere is instantly tense to the extreme, the soldiers are tightly holding the weapons in their hands, just waiting for the commander to give an order to kill into the enemy team, war has always been cruel, no war does not need bloodshed and sacrifice, war may make you die, but if you are cowardly, then there is only a dead end.

For the Qin army, war means that you can make military merits, and it means that you can be added to the rank of knight, so the soldiers of the Qin army are all high-spirited and eager to fight. The Qin army came to attack Nanming this time, it can be said that they have exhausted the strength of the whole country, and want to destroy Nanming in one fell swoop, they now have many soldiers and have enough food and grass, although the years of war have made the soldiers a little war-weary, but it is also a real elite division, 200,000 elite soldiers of the Qin State will face 6,000 armor soldiers of the Southern Underworld, that is simply an egg hitting a stone, and the victory or defeat will be known at first sight.

Therefore, this battle of the South Darkness will definitely be defeated!

Nanming respects white, and among the five elements, white can produce gold, and the whole country admires white. The armor of the soldiers of the Southern Ming is all silver, and the tall white gilded battle flag hangs on the imperial city, and under the cover of heavy snow, the soldiers of the Southern Ming are almost integrated with the heaven and the earth, forming a sharp contrast with the black of the Qin State.

The white war horse was neighing, Wu Lingjun waved his sword and ordered the first charge, and the partial general Fan Rong led two thousand infantry to rush into the enemy's battle formation, and the Qin army on the opposite side had already set up a battle formation to prepare for the enemy's charge. Zhao Lie rode on the black war horse and smiled coldly, his eyes were full of disdain, he had already won the battle, these shrimp soldiers and crabs would not be afraid at all, it was a little more difficult for him than crushing an ant, the young and vigorous Zhao Lie could also be regarded as a generation of famous generals, the brilliant achievements of this attack on Nanming have long been famous all over the world, and he has proud capital.

I saw that he lightly and coldly ordered to "release the arrows", and ten thousand arrows were fired at once, and a rain of black and oppressive arrows fell from the sky. The soldiers of the Southern Darkness also regard death as their home, and they are not afraid of death at all. Fan Rong was the first to rush forward, he took the lead in rushing into the enemy camp with a spear in his hand, a fight, blood stained his silver armor red, a feather arrow stabbed into his shoulder with a whizz, pierced his shoulder blade, and instantly blood gushed like a spring, he suddenly pulled out the short knife in his combat boots and cut it, roaring and continuing to rush forward. He shouted loudly, "Brothers, charge me, kill the Xiqin thief, kill one is enough, kill two to earn, even if you die, you have to pull them on your back." ”

The two thousand soldiers who rushed forward were killed and wounded in an instant, and seeing that there was no one left, Li You, the deputy general who followed Wu Lingjun on horseback, was eager to fight, Wu Lingjun's face was cold, as if covered with frost, his eyes were motionless looking at the battle situation in front of him, watching his former soldiers ask for orders to die one by one, I don't know how he felt in his heart at this time.

"General, let the last general come up, the brothers in front are almost gone."

"General!"

Wu Lingjun raised his hand and gently patted the deputy general's shoulder, and said in a dumb voice: "Go!" ”

"Yes! The last will be ordered! General, the last general will go first, take care, general! The adjutant general, Li You, clenched his fists heavily, and without looking back, he led two thousand armor soldiers to rush into the enemy's camp.

"Fuck it, Xiqin's dog thief!" Adjutant General Li You slashed a Qin soldier to death with a knife, and rushed to the front in three or two strokes.

"Don't the fuck you want to die faster than me, this dog thief in Xiqin hasn't been killed yet, don't you want to be lazy and leave it behind, do you think you'll be a hundred when you die? We haven't decided yet!" Adjutant Li You blocked a knife for Fan Rong.

Fan Rong was already covered in blood at this time, and there were countless knife wounds on his body, he was powerless to fight again, but he didn't want to drag his brother's hind legs. He knelt on the ground, blood stained his white robe and soaked into the dirt drop by drop, he couldn't stand up with all his strength, his eyes were a little blurred, watching his comrades in front of him fight with all their might, but he dragged his brother back.

He said to himself: "Although this Qin people hate it very much, there is an old saying that people like it. How can he say that he has no clothes, and is with his son? Wang Yuxingshi, repair my spear, and share the same enmity with the son. Brothers are like this, and this generation is worth it. ”

He shouted brother, I'll go first! He picked up a short knife and committed suicide by disembowelment.

"What are you talking about, Fan Rong-" Li You looked back and saw that he had been struck by lightning, he hurriedly ran back to Fan Rong's side, and scolded angrily: "You, you want to fight ahead of me in everything, don't you?" Death will also fight before me, you wait for me, and when I go down, I will kill you. He scolded and said the unforgiving words on his lips, but tears couldn't stop coming out of his eyes, he put down Fan Rong and hurriedly killed the enemy, killing his eyes red.

The moment of the decisive battle soon came, and the war horse snorted and exhaled a cloud of white gas. Wu Lingjun patted the slightly restless war horse under his crotch, he now only has five hundred white horse righteous servants left in his hand, this is his personal soldier, thinking about how high-spirited five thousand white horse righteous people were when he just fought with the Qin army two years ago, speaking of the world's famous soldiers should be Wei Wushu of Wei State, Qin State Ruishi, and Nanming's cavalry.

These five hundred white horses were all dressed in armor, holding a silver-white spear, and under their crotches were a tall and sturdy white horse, which was so majestic and sharp. When Wulingjun was famous for relying on this white horse, when he was young, he knew that the art of war should be strategic, the Chu country is vast for thousands of miles, and most of the plains in the west are conducive to the cavalry's horse fighting, so Wulingjun Feng Temple played the imperial court, and tried his best to create a light cavalry of 5,000 people, the previous king of Chu was shrewd and capable, and governed the country in a way that won the hearts of the people. Wu Lingjun, a fierce general on the horse, must first take five thousand white horses to take the lead in battle, charging into battle, I don't know how many countries have captured the territory, and the reputation of Feng Temple was also spread all over the world at that time.

Five thousand white horse Yicong suffered heavy casualties in the two-year battle with the Qin army, and now only five hundred light horsemen remained, and now Wu Lingjun once again led his majestic white horse Yicong to prepare for the last charge.

"Soldiers of the Southern Underworld!"

"The last general!"

"Fight to the death!"

"Fight to the death—"

Five hundred light cavalry led by Wuling Jun Feng Si slaughtered into the enemy army of the opposing party, and the war horses in the enemy army went back and forth, killing all directions.

Zhao Lie rode on his horse and looked at the team of men and horses from a distance, like a white wave surging forward, and he said loudly: "Whoever takes the head of Feng Sixiang will be rewarded with a thousand gold and sealed ten thousand households!" ”

The soldiers of the Qin army were like hungry wolves seeing meat, and they surged and drowned the soldiers of Nanming, and the soldiers of Nanming were outnumbered after all, and gradually fell into a disadvantage.

Zhao Lie pulled his bow and shot arrows, and the battle flag flying high in the air in the Imperial City of Yingdu broke off the flagpole and slowly fell to the bottom of the city, mixed with the flesh and blood of the soldiers of the Southern Darkness and was trampled into the turbid blood water.

Nanming, defeated!

Thirteen years later—

The terrain of the Qinling Mountains is steep, the scenery is beautiful, it is summer at this time, the trees are verdant, the dark green forest sea is surging with the wind, the blue sky is white and the clouds are long, the heaven and the earth are vast.

Deep in the hinterland of Nanshan, there are several bamboo huts scattered along the stream, and the water is murmuring. A man in a cloth coat was barefoot in the water, he rolled up his high sleeves, and was bending over to fish in the water. Another boy in cloth walked out of the bamboo hut in the southwest corner, stood on the wooden bridge and held an ancient book in his hand, looking condescendingly at the people who were fishing in the stream.

The man in cloth stared at the fat fish in the water with all his attention, and when he was about to make a move, he heard someone behind him shouting "Chu Xiaoyang", and the fish was disturbed and fled instantly, and the man touched the air with one hand.

"Wei Jinyan, you did it on purpose!" Chu Xiaoyang turned around and picked up a water sword and hit the people on the bridge directly.

Wei Jinyan's cunning smile was still on his lips, he dodged the attack sideways, and said with a hearty smile: "Senior brother, isn't it just a fish!" Senior brother will accompany you!" After saying that, he threw the parchment scroll in his hand.

"Are you going to sneak up again?"

"Nope. In the book of war, this is called taking it by surprise and attacking it unprepared. Wei Jinyan stood on the bridge, the appearance of a generation of beautiful sons.

"This time I won't let you succeed again!" Chu Xiaoyang raised the stream to deal with the flying parchment scroll.

"This is the teacher's book, you can take it!" Wei Jinyan stood on the bridge and stretched, and tapped his hand on his back that had been sore from reading for too long.

"What? What the! Teacher's book? Chu Xiaoyang hurriedly gave up the attack and reached out to pick it up, but the stones at the bottom of the water were smooth, and he stumbled and fell into the water, which made him feel cold. He fluttered twice and hurriedly grabbed the parchment scroll in the water, and said something in his mouth: "This is miserable, this is the teacher's book, and it will be scolded to death......"

Wei Jinyan stood on the bridge and held back his laughter, holding back his discomfort and simply letting go of his laughter, standing on the bridge and laughing back and forth.

"Okay, you Wei Jinyan, you can still laugh, and you will be scolded to death by the teacher later." Chu Xiaoyang shook the water on the parchment scroll, the handwriting was soaked in water and a little blurred, but he could vaguely see its outline, isn't this the Zhuangzi that he was punished by the teacher a few days ago and wrote? Fortunately, it's not the teacher's book, etc.? It's a book of its own!

"Wei Jinyan, you dare to fool me!" Chu Xiaoyang threw down the sheepskin scroll in his hand and chased after Wei Jinyan in a huff.

Wei Jinyan had already fled wildly, shouting as he ran: "Senior brother, this is called a soldier who is not tired of cheating!" ”

"I also know that the five horses are divided into corpses, and they are dismantled into eight pieces!"

The sound of the two playing gradually faded away, and the bamboo forest behind them was lush with green trees, and the small stream was flowing with birds singing and fragrant.