Lin Yutang froze there, and when he raised his eyes, the eight hundred white-haired old men all lowered their heads, all like Wei Dalang, without a trace of anger.

Oh, yes! The old man sighed secretly, and couldn't help but mourn in his heart.

Wei Dalang and his five hundred men are all good men, but they were falsely accused of being so far because they refused to join in the murder of the old handsome.

Hou Xingliang and his soldiers were not bad, because they were dissatisfied with the empress's reign and usurped Li Tang Jiangshan, they rose up and fought against the sky.

They are all good-looking, and they are real sons and daughters with iron bones!

However, this is Shazhou, and no matter how iron-clad the man is, the edges and corners have been smoothed out by this long yellow sand, and hope has been blown out.

Otherwise, why would a man's husband have a blade in his hand and a gall in his chest?

Slowly getting up, Lin Yutang patted Wei Dalang and Hou Xingliang's shoulders comfortingly, "Old man.... Got it! ”

Hou Xingliang lowered his head and smiled bitterly, "Once the Tubo army arrives, what is the difference between guarding Yangguan and not?" ”

"Just let the old brothers fight for less, and go with peace of mind!"

"No!" Lin Yutang shook his head and grabbed Hou Xingliang's shoulder.

"There's still a difference. At least.... A nest that can't die! ”

As he spoke, the old handsome man raised his head violently, his eyes sharp, and looked at the eight hundred old soldiers.

"Sons!"

"There is a difference between dying in the rain of blades and arrows and humiliating at the feet of the fans!!"

The old handsome man took a step and slowly walked through the crowd.

"The old man knows ....."

"You are tired, and you don't want to suffer half-dead in this Shazhou City."

"What's the old man's worth?"

"There is no end to this long yellow sand, let alone home, and the old man also begs for a quick death, so that the yellow spring can rest in peace!"

"However, how can a man's husband die to be worthy of his ancestors, his family and the world!?"

"Heh...."When Wei Dalang heard this, he smiled helplessly, "Isn't Lin Shuai still giving up?" ”

"Home and country? We have been abandoned by this country!! ”

"Then it's not for the country!!" Lin Yutang raised his voice, "Since the country has already failed me, then abandon it!" ”

"We're just for home! Fight for your family and die with dignity! ”

"Home?" Wei Dalang, Hou Xingliang, and eight hundred old soldiers looked at Lin Yutang in a daze.

"Yes!!" Lin Shuai nodded firmly, "For home!" ”

"Thousands of miles away, there are wives and daughters and grandchildren. You should fight for them, and you can't die in a nest! ”

"Home...."

Wei Dalang thought of his wife and daughter in Fangzhou, and couldn't help but tone a little weaker, "They... Remember us criminals? ”

"Remember!" Lin Yutang glared at Wei Dalang.

"In today's battle, even if you die!"

"Not for anything else, just for the women and children in the family, and the descendants of Huangkou to know...."

"The men in their family, even though they are unforgivable and stigmatized, but... In the face of ten thousand armies, Shang Hao's spirit is eternal, and he has the courage to fight!! ”

"They will know that we are humiliated in life, but glorious in death! It is not a humiliating death by the neck, but a death without losing courage! ”

"We also want to let the barbarians know that my Han family is not to be taken lightly!! Don't be humiliated!! ”

With Lin Yutang's loud voice, the eyes of the eight hundred old soldiers gradually lit up, and there was a flash of light in their eyes.

Lao Shuai is right, everyone can die, but how to die?

Is it the bad news that came back to his hometown, saying that everyone gave in without a fight and died in humiliation? Or will it leave a warm blood for future generations and the courage to make Siyi awe?

......

"Lin Shuai!" Hou Xingliang raised his head, and there was already murderous aura surging in his eyes.

"I listen to you!"

"Lin Shuai!!" Wei Dalang also looked resolute, "I am willing to fight with Lin Shuai on the battlefield again!" ”

"Good!!"

Lin Yutang shouted, his old face brightened, "Brothers, are you willing to go with me to the killing game!?" ”

Answer to him:

It's the blood-red gaze of the eight hundred old soldiers who rekindle their fighting spirit!

It's a withered palm that grips a rusty blade!

It is the son of the Han family since the Han and Tang Dynasties, the immortal iron-blooded soul killing!!

The king of Tibet? 100,000? And how?

Lin Yutang led eight hundred old soldiers, with white hair all over the city, and dared to shake it.

The Han people's breath of sweeping the Eight Desolations and Liuhe, at this moment, seems to be reborn in this abandoned city!

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!"

"Kill!!"

As Lin Yutang raised his sword and shouted, in Shazhou City, eight hundred old soldiers shouted in unison, shouting to kill the heavens.

The killing spirit rushed straight to Xiao Han, and the heavens and the earth were moved!

Outside the city, the Yangguan defenders who were in a hurry couldn't help but look sideways, and Li Qian stopped his horse and looked at Shazhou City in a daze.

"This...."

Such morale is like a rainbow, is it really from 800 white-haired veterans?

......

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It is still full of wind and sand, and where the sun passes, it has long been a person to close the sky.

The lonely gate was open, and the Great Zhou military flag on the upper floor had already left with the army.

Guanzhong was empty, and only three or five war horses were surrounded by one place, shielding each other from the cold wind. There was still a faint smoke floating in one of the barracks, which was a few scouts hiding from the wind and sand.

Everyone cowered beside the brazier, and the cold wind poured into the room through the crack in the door, and everyone shrank their hands and feet, refusing to move more.

Syllable!!

The door was kicked open, and the robe that was standing guard outside rushed in.

"Someone's coming!"

"What!?" The people in the house jumped up, "Damn, the Tibetan thieves are coming quickly!" ”

The leader of the gang grabbed the straight knife and shouted loudly, "Quick!! Fast!! Hurry up and report to Yumen Pass, the Tubo people have hit Yangguan! ”

"Boss...."The sentry looked tight, "Don't be nervous, it's not a Tubo." ”

"Gah!?" The gang froze for a moment, and it took a long time to react.

Go up and give the sentry a kick, "It's not a Tibetan thief, you fucking call a fart!" "It hurt his soul and almost lost it.

took a deep breath and calmed down, "It's not a Tibetan thief, so who the hell is here?" ”

The sentry said, "From the gate!" ”

"Kannai?" The leader frowned, puzzled.

General Li Qian and the guards of Yangguan have gathered to Yumen Pass, at this time, Yangguan has become an abandoned pass, who will come here?

"How many?"

"It looks like there are less than a thousand people, and they are about to enter the customs."

"Let's go!" The guy picked up his sword and took the lead out of the house, "Look at it!" ”

It stands to reason that the Tibetan invasion had already been notified to the northwestern states, including the Anxi Protectorate.

Since February, Liangzhou in the east and Qiuzi in the west have blocked roads to prevent the people from being injured by the war.

At this time in Yangguan, it is impossible for anyone to come, and where is the thousand-person brigade?

With such a question, the scout leader named Feng Dachun came to the city gate of Yangguan.

At this time, the team of less than 1,000 people also revealed their true faces from the wind and sand.

“......”

Oh! Exercise!

When Lin Yutang led the white-haired Shazhou veterans into the city, Feng Dachun looked stupid.

This...

This...

Where did this grandfather soldier come from?

......

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