"Ahh

With his mouth wide enough to put down a pear, Zhang Jiurong rubbed his eyes in disbelief. Looking up, on the periphery of the hill fort, there are dead people and horses everywhere, a large area of blood next to the corpse, a broken flag is still planted not far away, a few war horses are still lingering next to the dead, the west wind blows, and there is a sense of gloom in life. The closer to the fort, the denser the corpses of the Liao soldiers and horses became, and the southeast side of the fierce battle, and the northwest side of the fort periphery, accumulated a thick layer, and the ground was painted with a strange dark red. Between the Song military camps on the hill, corpses can also be seen everywhere, and they are miserable.

"Big win, big win!" Zhang Jiurong couldn't help but feel excited, and was about to ask others to come and see, to find that all the soldiers were like geese with their necks stretched, looking at this moving scene intently.

"Damn, the Liao thief is really ruthless," Lu Mingyu was only wearing a single coat, and his left and right arms were hung with gauze, and he still insisted on accompanying Zhao Xingde to patrol the camp, "How many people died this night." "Blood for blood, last night's fierce battle, because of the heavy losses of the left army, the heartache has also calmed down a little.

"The commander is determined." Someone laughed and said, "The thief jumped off the beam clown, and it was up to him to turn over his hand." There was a different meaning in his eyes, and he followed behind Zhao Xingde. The sky was light, and Zhao Xingde inspected the battalions to check the casualties and the situation of the camp. Luo Xianshi's words fell in his ears, Zhao Xingde's brows furrowed slightly, and he immediately strode forward. Hearing that the general was patrolling the camp, all the nearby battalions gathered soldiers and horses to come to the parade, and the wounded soldiers barely moved. In this bitter battle, all units of the Baoyi Army were wounded. There was a commander who desperately guarded the camp last night, and less than 100 of the more than 500 people remained, and the rest were wounded. After the big victory, everyone had an excited look on their faces, and after recognizing Zhao Xingde, the soldiers were in a commotion again, and they were only afraid of military discipline and did not dare to speak loudly.

I don't know who shouted first, "Handsome Wansheng!" ”

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Protect the land and the people! Swear to kill the thief! ”

Suddenly, a tsunami-like cheer erupted, and for some reason, the soldiers were 10,000 times more excited than usual, and if they didn't shout out loud, they were afraid that their chests would be suffocated. Everyone shouted loudly with all their might: "Protect the land and the people!" "Swear to kill the thief!" "Handsome Wansheng!" "Handsome Wansheng!" "Wan Sheng!" "Wan Sheng!" The cheers spread from one camp to another, from the headquarters of the Baoyi Army to the state and county volunteers, and the voices of countless people condensed into a violent hurricane, whistling in the sky, echoing, and spreading far away.

There was a little bit of pain in the army, a little bit of sorrow dissipated a lot, and there was a tide of words, Zhao Xingde's face was calm, and he didn't say a word until the cheers gradually went down, and then he said loudly: "Last night's battle, thanks to the generals, the army fought to the death, and the Liao thieves were expelled. As soon as the words fell, a burst of even greater cheers broke out among the soldiers, and Lu Mingyu said with a smile: "If it weren't for General Zhao's calmness and composure, coordinating the battalions to meet the enemy heavily, how could the Liao thieves lose their armor and leave!" His words caused a large number of voices to echo, from the formation of the Baoyi Army to the present, after several battles, Zhao Xingde's prestige in the army has become higher and higher. In this battle last night, people like Lu Mingyu and Luo Xianshi also fought to the death and did not retreat, and they did not have confidence in the commander.

"Where is it," Zhao Xingde seemed to be ordinary and humble, but there was no smile on his face, "Zhao is in charge of the Chinese army, can you think about it?" Last night's countermeasures were just 'calm down', and to say that most of the Liao soldiers were repelled by the strength of the soldiers of each battalion! His face was straight, and he said to the generals, "The Liao thieves attacked at night, dazzling people with treacherous ways, and vainly trying our army to mess up their positions, all relying on you, guarding the side in their hearts to be ignorant of it, everyone can defend their positions, sacrifice their lives and forget death, each battalion can defend the camp, and my hill fort can be as stable as Mount Tai." These words were impassioned, and the generals seemed to understand whether they understood it, but the soldiers knew that this was a word to motivate the soldiers, and they responded loudly, and the scene was very lively, and the officers such as Ma Yuan and Jia Yuanzhen showed a thoughtful look.

Zhao Xingde looked around at the generals, and said loudly again: "The enemy's intrigues and tricks can only deal with those rabble, I protect the righteous army, and I am not afraid of the charm and the ghost, but he still does the tricks of the thief, I will fight hard, fight to the death, let it come from all sides, I will not move, with an invincible way, the enemy can be victorious, and I will not be defeated in a hundred battles!" Clear: No! One person guards himself, everyone is united, and the Baoyi Army should guard the peace for the people of the Great Song Dynasty! ”

"Yes!" Thousands of soldiers promised loudly, "Keep the peace for the people of the Great Song Dynasty!" There was another tsunami, and soon the soldiers shouted loudly again, "Great handsome!" "Handsome Wansheng!" Morale was at an extreme. Luo Xianshi whispered in Zhao Xingde's ear: "Congratulations to the general, since then, the army has returned to its heart, and there is no hesitation when it goes to the soup." ”

Zhao Xingde sighed inaudibly, did not speak again, his eyes were slightly condensed, looking at the bottom of the mountain, and galloped to the front quickly, the flag officer of the Zhenguo Army turned over the saddle and dismounted, his demeanor was much more respectful than before, and he said loudly: "The Liao thief retreated overnight, and Yue Shumi asked General Zhao to go and discuss the pursuit of the enemy. ”

"Good work." Zhao Xingde nodded, "I'll go now." "According to the advance plan, the Liao soldiers were repulsed, and it was urgent to rescue Ezhou. The cavalry retreated rapidly, and the Song army had to divide its troops to aid Hubei, and it was difficult to chase them. Brother Tiemu's Liao army has done a lot of evil since its southern invasion, and if it can't be wiped out, it will be unwilling. Zhao Xingde looked at the flowing water on the river: "I don't know what happened to Shuzhou?" ”

...........

In Shuzhou City, Li Cheng was restless, and it was easy to press down his anxiety, took a sip of tea, and spit it out with a "poof", listened attentively, and asked others: "Is there a ghost singing outside?" "No, no." The pro-soldiers trembled and said, in the past few days, the commander's mood has been extremely bad, and several pro-soldiers have been killed, and there are rows of heads hanging everywhere in the city.

"Useless things," Li Cheng raised his foot and kicked him in the head, "Come and report me again!" ”

"Yes, yes." The pro-soldier farted and out. The commander of this wing guard army is good at using two swords, and has the courage of ten thousand people, but his temper is first-class bad. Just yesterday, someone came to report that they were singing outside the city to shake the hearts of the army, but Li Cheng was beheaded by listening to ghosts outside the city without permission and being suspected of being a traitor.

As soon as Brother Temu and Xiao Xiangsheng led the army to pursue the Ezhou army, Han Shizhong made a comeback and coerced tens of thousands of volunteers from the prefecture and county to besiege Shuzhou, and the roads around Shuzhou were cut off by the Song army. Although there are more than 20,000 winged guards under the command of Li Cheng, there are only thousands of veterans, most of whom are Ding Zhuang who is coerced and served. In the past two days, rumors have spread in Shuzhou City, some say that Brother Tiemu and Xiao Xiangsheng have been defeated and died, and some say that the Bianliang Emperor ordered to beg the thief and has been killed by the Liao thief. Some people say that the Khitans want to turn all the fertile fields in the Song realm into pastures, and they think that there are too many Song people, and they are ready to slaughter the four surnames of Zhao, Wang and Liu Li first, and the people of the coastal prefectures and counties were driven into the sea by the cavalry to drown. The rumors are getting stronger and stronger, and even Li Cheng will be suspicious, he is also surnamed Li, and he wrote to ask the Northern Court to change the clan to the Yelu clan or the Xiao clan, but His Majesty has not yet agreed.

At the head of Shuzhou City, the night wind is gusting. The cool night breeze carries the fragrance of lotus leaves, and in less than a month, the water chestnuts in the lake and pond should be ripe. In these chaotic years, the people in the family can rely on it to feed themselves. Rows of heads hung on the stakes, and soldiers with spears hid behind the battlements like lonely ghosts, and the night was getting darker, but there was a strange look on everyone's face.

"Listen." Liu Xuan whispered to Deng next to him. Whenever the beginning of the ghost singing outside, it is a female voice, with a tactful singing voice, chasing the tune of Bianliang Le Fang, Liu Xuan's expression can't help but focus, since he was forcibly recruited into the army, life is better than death, only this vague singing voice reminds him of the original days.

The song in the wind is intermittent, and it is really the same as the wilderness ghost singing, but if you listen attentively, it is clear.

“...... The confinement bends and shines in Kyushu, and a few families are happy and a few are sad. A few couples are in the same tent, and a few are floating outside......"

“...... The confinement bends and shines on Kyushu" This sad and sad tune, the voice of the female ghost sang several times, and more male and female voices joined in," ...... Several couples are in the same tent, and a few are floating outside......" The tone is getting louder and louder, although the harmony of the people is not as accurate as the female ghost at the beginning, but it is mixed with the local dialect of various places, lingering in many ears, singing and sighing, straight into the hearts of the people, as if even the soul is hooked out by this song.

“...... A few couples are in the same tent, and a few are floating outside......"

Liu Xuan muttered, and when he came back to his senses, he was already in tears, as if a knife had stirred up the deepest part of his heart, cutting his liver and intestines to pieces, and ten thousand arrows piercing his heart. "Boom!" The soldier in the distance coughed loudly, Liu Xuan came to his senses, hurriedly raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, and stood up leaning against the battlements. Soon after, a group of soldiers patrolling the city walked by, and Liu Xuan turned his back to them, not knowing that these people did not shed tears.

“...... The confinement bends and shines in Kyushu, and a few families are happy and a few are sad. A few couples are in the same tent, and a few are floating outside......"

Hongyu sang this tune dozens of times, her voice almost hoarse, and then she stopped speaking. Recalling the parting feelings in the words, Hongyu sighed, looked down, and under the high platform, thousands of ragged soldiers and ordinary people were singing repeatedly. Although the people do not understand the rhythm of music, there is something touching in the singing, and in troubled times, how much sorrow is placed in the song.

"There's a lady Lao." Han Shizhong personally handed her a glass of water to moisten her throat, and said with a smile, "Zhao Xingde really has a bit of a ghost mind, the 'embattled' plan, and this sour song," he sneered twice, "What a trick, even an iron-beaten man will turn him into a puddle of water." The military spirit is gone, and even the overlord has no power to return to the sky. Li Cheng is even more of a local chicken. He looked at Shuzhou City, which was shrouded in gloomy clouds, and his eyes turned cold, "Early tomorrow morning, we will recapture Shuzhou City from inside and outside." ”