Du Hongcai's strategy was finally agreed by everyone.

Everyone understands that Lao Du's plan to send him to death may not be able to rush to the Tubo camp before the eight people will die under the chaotic blade.

However, at this time, no one objected, and no one hesitated.

In everyone's hearts, as long as the chaos creates an opportunity for Simon's brothers, as long as they can light the Tibetan camp, then even if they die, it is worth it.

This moment ....

Maybe...

These ten rough men, ten white-haired old men don't know that they are ...... now

It is the "blood" that Lin Yutang said.

is that the old handsome would rather die in battle than defend, the blood and courage of the Han family's son.

is a nation.....

Standing for thousands of years, defended by courage and pride!

.....

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Du Hongcai, a rough man who doesn't know big characters, is a white-haired old man who has long passed the age of fighting.

At this time, around him gathered seven warriors who were also in their twilight years.

They calmly looked ahead—the south gate of the Tibetan camp.

"Brothers, keep up!"

As he spoke, the old soldier Du Hongcai broke the fire fold, blew twice, and lit the torch in his hand.

Call!!

The other seven did not hesitate, and in an instant, under the night sky, eight dazzling sparks shone on the long sandbar.

"Kill !!"

"Kill !!"

Eight people pointed obliquely at their swords, accompanied by heart-rending shouts of killing, and rushed towards the enemy camp.

Under their feet, yellow sand splashed, leaving a long trail of smoke and dust behind the eight people......

Kill!!!

The sound of killing shook the sky, but it couldn't reach within the Yangguan several miles away.

Everything was still silent, only the dazzling firelight pierced the night sky and cut through the ...... Lin Yutang's old eyes.

"Oh!!"

Feng Dachun couldn't hear anything, but he could see it clearly.

When the eight fires lit up, I couldn't help but feel a tightness in my heart, and I threw myself on the battlements, and my fingers wanted to be buckled into the city wall.

Panicked and shouted: "It's so hard!?" ”

Feng Dachun was dumbfounded, why did he still get on?

"Run!" Hate Tie Cheng and roared, "Fucking run!" Don't send to death!! ”

However, the shouts of the eight people could not reach Guancheng, how could his roar reach the ears of the eight people?

Quiescence!!

Above the city, there was already a terrible silence.

Feng Dachun couldn't see the white-haired face under the firelight, so he could only look at the eight sparks in a daze......

Like eight ants, slowly approaching the boundless Tubo camp! Near! Closer!!

Eight sparks, it's so small!

In the desert night of thousands of miles of sand, it is so insignificant; Under the majestic weather of 100,000 battalions, it is also so vulnerable.

However, at this moment, Feng Dachun's heart unconsciously tightened, and he unconsciously tensed every muscle in his body.

He hoped that the eight sparks, a little closer, a little closer!!

and even melted into the great camp and spread there.... Diffusion!!

He couldn't hear the sound, but he guessed that the eight sparks must be more majestic and turbulent than any sound.

Lord Feng's toes were clenched, and he no longer shouted "Run....", but shouted:

"Rush in!!"

"Faster!! Rush in!! Be sure to rush in!! ”

Knowing that it was impossible, knowing that there were already hundreds of horsemen rushing towards the eight-point spark, and knowing that the entire Tubo camp began to surge towards the south gate......

However, Feng Dachun still hopes, hopes for the eight points of fire......

Rush in, explode, and burn out a blood-red night sky.

But, as he said before: in vain!

This tragic death charge is doomed to be in vain.

When the Tibetan cavalry drowned the eight points of spark, when eight o'clock.... Seven..... Three.... Snake eyes.... A little....

When the night returned to calm and there was no spark, Feng Dachun's heart was empty, and they still couldn't succeed.

Only this time, Feng Dachun didn't scold a fool or anything like that.

Because, in his mind at this time, it seems that the eight sparks are in front of him, and he can hear it....

I could hear the fierce words that the eight-point spark roared at the barbarian enemy when it was finally extinguished.

That should be:

"Kill! Kill! Kill! ”。

Or...."Die without regrets"!!

Feng Dachun was inexplicably sad, because the eight white-haired warriors died in vain after all.

......

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Lin Yutang silently watched the eight points of firelight, from shining in the night sky to returning to dead silence.

From beginning to end, except for biting his lower lip, he didn't say a word.

"Eight ......"

The old man counted silently in his heart, "There are only eight!" And.... Why at the South Gate!? ”

Unconsciously, Lin Yutang set his sights on the west side of the enemy camp. He had a hunch that it shouldn't be so simple, and Du Hong wouldn't stop there.

And at the moment when the old man looked at the past, that is, the moment when the spark at eight o'clock was completely silent, outside the west gate of the enemy camp, two larger, more dazzling, and more hopeful fires rose into the sky.

Outside the west gate, two carts of horses and grass were set on fire.

"It's lit!!"

"It's lit!!" Feng Dachun shouted, "It's bright again!! ”

At this time, on the battlefield, there is still silence.

However, Feng Dachun's ears were buzzing.

It's lit up!! It's lit up again!!

Now he understood everything, the eight-point spark was just an illusion, sent by the old pawns to create a chance for Westmyon—the last flash.

......

Du Hongjun, and another old soldier named Li Erhan, stood quietly outside the west gate of the enemy camp with torches.

At this time, the eyes of the two were full of anger and killing intent, no less bleak than the horse grass that was gradually burning on their sides.

Du Hongcai and they have died under the knife of the Tubo people.

However, it was precisely because of their generosity that they bought the opportunity for the two of them, and finally drove the carriage to the predetermined position.

At this time, the west wind was blowing, fueling the raging fire. From time to time, he also rolled up a handful of sparks and threw himself towards the enemy camp.

Du Hongjun and Li Erhan didn't dare to retreat.

Because, although the horse grass in the carriage has been soaked in fire oil, it is enough to catch fire, but now the fire has not yet reached the point of irreversibility. Once the Tibetans reacted quickly, rushed out, and extinguished the carriage, it was all over.

The two of them were nailed here, and stood here, waiting for a greater fire to engulf the wagon, and a greater westerly wind to sweep the fire towards the enemy camp.

However, together with the firelight, it is like a lamp in the night, no matter how panicked the Tubo people are, how can they not see it!?

At this time, in the enemy camp, there were already shouts, and the men and horses were in a hurry.

In the blink of an eye, the west gate was wide open, and dozens of Tibetan warriors brandished their swords and rushed to kill.

"It's broken!"

Du Hongjun's eyes were split, and his heart shouted: Not good!

The fire has not yet ended, the carriage is only a hundred feet away from the camp gate, and the Tibetan cavalry is coming in an instant, as long as one person raises a few handfuls of sand, this plan to burn the camp will be in vain.

"Fight!!"

In a hurry, Du Hongjun didn't think about it, stepped into the carriage in one step, and stabbed the knife fiercely, hitting the horse's buttocks.

"Drive!!"

The war horse was in pain, and with Du Hongjun's shout, he rushed towards the Tubo camp and rushed desperately.

Li Erhan saw that Du Hongjun had already rushed to the enemy camp by train, and without saying a word, he did the same, jumped into the carriage, and rushed by taxi.

However, the wind is blowing from the west, and it is strong.

In other words, the wind blew from behind the carriage, swept sparks and heat waves, and hit Li Erhan's back directly.

Li Erhan didn't care about the stinging pain on his back, stood on the carriage, and rushed to the carriage.

And now, he can't help but think about it, because of the distance of a hundred zhang, the two of them are riding horses, and they are coming in an instant.

Li Erhan had clearly seen that the Tibetan barbarians on horseback were raising their swords and preparing to kill them.

Moreover, the barbarians were obviously not stupid, knowing that they were going to drive the carriage in the barracks and set the camp on fire, and all the barbarians aimed at the legs of the horses, and once they were cut off, the carriages and horses stopped immediately.

In a hurry, Li Erhan couldn't take care of anything, and in a panic, he saw a jar of fire oil in the car for backup. He didn't think about it, picked it up, and fell down on the head towards the war horse pulling the cart and himself.

......

Rumble!

In an instant, the raging flames ...... from Li Erhan and the war horse Burst open.

The fire broke out instantly, and the dazzling light made the Tibetan riders who rushed to the left and right subconsciously close their eyes. A wave of heat made the sitting horses afraid to avoid it.

Li Erhan, who had been burned to the ground, burst out with a shout in the flames, and his voice pierced Xiao Han-

"Kill !!"

......

......

The carriage, which had been completely burned, pierced the enemy's cavalry battle formation like a loaded cannonball, and rushed towards the enemy camp.

Touch!!!

A ball of fireball with life slammed into the horse in front of the camp gate, making a muffled sound that shook the heavens and the earth.

Touch!!!

Second tone.

Du Hongjun's flaming chariot has also arrived!

“......”

“......”

The Tibetans stopped their horses, like lonely stones in the cold night, lifeless.

Stunned, he watched the fireworks in the sky under the impact of the wind and pounce on the camp tent of the Tubo people.

The whole camp is shrouded in firelight!

......

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In Feng Dachun's eyes, everything that happened in front of him was a silent mime.

He still couldn't hear the sorrow in the distance.

However, this did not prevent him from trembling as he watched the two tear-piercing flames crash into the enemy camp like meteors!

Without hindrance, he quietly looked at the enemy camp outside the gate, devouring it under the firelight little by little!

Watching quietly, the cool desert night like an ink surge is gradually fiery red and hot!

Suddenly, Feng Dachun heard a voice, and it was getting clearer and closer. Is that......

It was the hustle and bustle of the Tibetan camp; It was the terrible howl of the alien barbarians under the rush of the Han family's sons; It was the chaotic Tubo people, who were timid and helpless shouting.

Feng Dachun suddenly felt a little hot, his palms were sweaty, and it was getting hotter and hotter, as if his blood was boiling.

He didn't know if it was a sea of fire from miles away, or something else.

Feng Dachun had to take off his battle helmet, his hot chest was stuffy, and he could barely breathe.

Subconsciously looked at Lin Yutang.

At this time, the white-haired old handsome, like him, clung to the battlements tightly, silently watching the enemy camp, watching the place where the lives of the ten old soldiers had disappeared.

The old handsome smiled, and Feng Dachun, who was laughing, was a little inexplicable.

"They are all dead.... Are you still laughing? ”

"No......" Lin Yutang shook his head with a tearful smile, "But that blood is still alive!" ”

......

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In fact, it's only 3,000 words, less than two in one.

However, these three thousand are more difficult to write than two chapters....

So, I think it's good to top two chapters!!

That's it.

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