There was silence in the white-robed barracks. No one said that they were afraid, but the flashing eyes of the soldiers and their awkward standing postures had already revealed their thoughts; Naturally, no one is afraid of it, because it is really unspeakable.

Many people hung their heads, buzzing in their heads, confused. There were also many people who tried to raise their heads, but their eyes were blank, looking at Chen Qingzhi.

"You're afraid! I know, you're scared! Chen Qingzhi broke the silence in the camp.

After saying this, Chen Qingzhi suddenly stopped, stood quietly in place, and waited slowly...

Until more and more soldiers who lowered their heads raised their heads again, Chen Qingzhi raised his voice sharply and shouted: "But I'm afraid it's useless!" Our army has been slaughtering the city all the way here, when has it stopped? The monarchs asked themselves, are there still fewer people who kill their fathers and brothers and plunder their children? No matter how scared you are, even if you kneel and cry, it's useless! The northerners want to eat your flesh and chew your bones! ”

Thousands of people looked at each other, speechless.

"Don't tell me, it's better to return south. I, Chen Qingzhi, can't afford to lose that face! Chen Qingzhi's probe pointed in the direction of Xingyang City: "There!" At the foot of the city of Xingyang, hundreds of brothers who died in battle, their bones are still lying there quietly. Do you say, "Do you just turn away and abandon them?" ”

The hum in the camp rose sharply, louder and louder, louder and louder. Someone shouted, "No! Absolutely not! ”

The morning breeze whined, unable to suppress Chen Qingzhi's roar: "You are all the bravest warriors of my Daliang, why are you afraid?" Only the northerners are afraid of us, and we are not afraid of others! ”

The camp boiled the pot: "Only the northerners are afraid of us, and we are not afraid of others!" ”

With a "bang", Yu Tiansheng tore open his robe and armor, revealing his hairy chest, and hissed wildly in the wind: "What the king's horse whip points to, we will swear to death!" ”

Chen Qingzhi nodded heavily, and said loudly: "Our army is only 7,000, and we have captured 300,000 people. Suo Lu iron cavalry vertical and horizontal, useless with the field battle, when it has not arrived, rush to attack Xingyang to take its city and take it, to survive. Ladies and gentlemen! Today, we will attack to the death, move forward, and if we don't succeed, we will become benevolent! ”

Thousands of people roared in unison: "Fight to the death, move forward, if you don't succeed, you will become benevolent!" ”

"Good!" Chen Qingzhi "choked" and drew his sword in his hand, pointing at it for a long time: "In the past, there was a Western Chu overlord who broke the cauldron and sunk the boat, and defeated the 400,000 tyrannical Qin army with 20,000 Chu soldiers in the first battle. Come on, break the cauldron and set the barracks on fire! ”

The sound of "ping-pong order" was endless, and everyone blushed, and they used their strength to eat milk, smashed the kettle, and destroyed the stove.

Pei Guo's temperament has been much calmer over the years, but at this time, in his eyes, he couldn't help but feel his heart swaying: I don't want to see the old things of the overlord again under Xingyang City today, fortunately, fortunately!

The raging fire burned for a long time, and it also burned the blood of every white-robed soldier.

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Zhen Bo is a sturdy young man under the age of twenty, a native of Luoyang. Originally, he was newly married Yan'er, and he should stay at home to be happy, and his husband and wife were happy, but he didn't want to suddenly recruit the sons of a good family to join the army a month ago, so some elders in the clan said: "You are a concubine, instead of staying in the clan to be idle, it is better to take this opportunity to go out to earn a military merit, and it is good to be a lintel", so he forced him to join the army. Now Zhen Bo is a Yulin Lang under Yang Yu and is stationed in Xingyang City.

Zhen Bo is a Xianbei ethnic group, Xianbei surname is called "Yudu Zhen", and the clans here in Luoyang have already changed the word "Zhen" to their surnames, but they vaguely remember that there are still some relatives in the six towns in the north, and they seem to have the surname "Yudu Zhen".

At about three o'clock in the morning, on the head of the north city of Xingyang City, Zhen Bo yawned and stretched again, and felt that his whole body was sore everywhere. Just as he was about to lie down and sleep comfortably, a general came over and kicked him in the thigh, shouting, "Get up!" Get up! A bunch of stupid embryos, dare to sleep at this moment, don't you want to live? ”

Zhen Bo was helpless, he struggled to get up, his legs were filled with lead and seemed to be heavy, and he couldn't help muttering: "I knew that it was such a chore, and I might die here at any time. ”

The generals walked all the way, kicking and scolding, and then saw a large number of people crawling up, all of them were haggard, and the upper eyelids couldn't help but put on the lower eyelids.

Someone complained: "Why don't you give a moment of rest?" The southern army will not be able to come again for the time being. . . The voice stopped abruptly--- and in the original eye, I saw the southern army that could not be seen by the black pressure, carrying a ladder and a cart, waving a knife and raising a shield, and was swarming from the swarm.

"The southern thief who can't finish killing!" Zhen Bo took a sip of hatred, bent down with great effort, and picked up a pair of bows and arrows.

He stood at the mouth of the battlement, his whole body loose, glancing at his side, and his companions were also standing crookedly--- fighting for days and days, and the big guy was already tired. Fortunately, the southern army under the city was not much better, and when they rushed up the first few times, they looked obviously worse than themselves.

The southern army was approaching, and without waiting for the general to speak, Zhen Bo let go of his finger and shot down the city with an arrow of "huh".

The feather arrow fell diagonally, shot into the air, slammed lightly into the ground, bounced back, and finally slid half a foot out of the sand, and suddenly stopped.

"yes!" Zhen Bozhi shook his head--- there is no way, his arm is numb, his mouth is sore, this arrow is out, and it is not half of the usual strength.

But it doesn't matter, anyway, those Southern troops are very bad, I remember seeing it before, he waited for a cloud ladder to climb a ladder, and he laughed to death slowly. Well, it's better to wait for the southern army to climb the ladder to dodge and be inconvenient, throw the stone down, and easily stone him to death.

Thinking like this, Zhen Bo threw away his bow and arrows, moved a stone and put it on the battlements, lowered his body, and waited for the prey to "throw himself into the net".

Not long after, a ladder hung up, stuck right on the battlement.

The ladder shook, Zhen Bo straightened up, and cautiously looked at it, and sure enough, there was a southern army climbing the ladder and climbing the steps below. Looking at this person's bearded style, most of them are still an officer.

Zhen Bo secretly rejoiced, stood still, exhaled loudly, and pushed the stone down with a "bang".

Imagine that the scene of the head splitting of the head of the officer of the Central and Southern Army did not appear--- when the last moment came, the officer held the ladder with his left hand, kicked with his right foot, and the whole person swung out to the left, and the person was in mid-air, like swaying with the wind. The stone "hula" smashed into the air, hit the ladder and splashed a few sawdust, gurgling and rolling down the dust.

Zhen Bo was dumbfounded: This person... How can you be as agile as a spirit ape?

There was a sound of "rubbing" climbing the ladder in his ears, and it turned out that the officer of the Southern Army had already returned to the ladder and climbed up quickly! Zhen Bo was in a hurry, and when he wanted to pull out his saber to cut again, where was the time? A flower in front of me, a black shadow Dapeng spread its wings, falling straight down and flying to the ground, the knife wind is cold, and the cold light is blind. . .

Hey? How could I fly and fly so high?

That... Which is the headless body? The shape is so familiar ... How does it seem like it's me?

Not only the officers of the Southern Army, it seems that every Southern Army is agile and fierce, and it is not at all like before. How... How so?

Before falling into eternal darkness, this was the last thought that flashed through Zhen Bo's mind: I am dead, how can my bride live?