The warship of Zhao Fubu of the Volunteer Battalion entered the port first, so the ship that got off first went to the island and was the first to chase to Xuekou Town. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The so-called art masters are bold and confident.

The large military ships attacking the island docked at the dock, and it took time for people and horses to disembark. Zhao Fu was very meritorious, and only led a part of the soldiers and horses who got off the ship first to rush to the island as a vanguard, and he was confident that his soldiers would be brave, and they were not afraid to chase and kill several times the enemy, but they were also ready to fight a fierce battle.

The previous scene of the fragile collapse of the Goryeo army at the port terminal cannot be counted as the basis for the cowardly waste of the Goryeo army.

After all, under the powerful and dense crossbow attack, the beaten side can only be passively slaughtered, no matter how brave and courageous, no matter how strong the skill is, it is useless, in this case, even if the northern army with severe training is brave and good at fighting, and the fighting will is tenacious, it is certain to retreat and avoid slaughter, and it is only strong that it will not collapse.

He didn't know that in the history of Zhao Yue's previous life, there was once a most courageous iron army in the world who was not afraid of death, with millet plus broken guns, not even bullets, only with a big blade, not only could resist the crazy strafing of machine guns, but also could resist the bombardment of tanks, artillery and planes with flesh and blood, fighting until there was only one person left, only one breath left, and he would also stand up and fight with a bright sword until he swallowed his breath.

With dreams in mind, the heart of the national righteousness, the body is weak, but the soul is like King Kong, death does not spin, that is only the minimum, desperate to block the gun hole with a young life, rush to use his life to open the way for his comrades-in-arms, open the way for victory, open the way for the ideal and the bright future of the nation, sacrifice everything, dedicate everything, do not ask for returns, no return but no regrets, people die and their ideals are not extinguished, and the war spirit is high.

This army, even if the Jin army is as fierce and powerful as the beast and devil in this era, will surely collapse with fear when encountered.

In Zhao Yue's mind, the Iron Army at the time of the founding of the country and the War to Resist Rice and Aid Korea in the previous life was the real army that was qualified to stand proudly in the world. In this world, in the face of the cowardly and reluctant Han people like the plague chicken walking corpse, Zhao Yue was disappointed and hated, and only then did he realize more and more how great the predecessor army in his previous life was, and how it was singable and crying to make people admire and worship.

Even if there is a time and space, nearly a thousand years apart, whenever Zhao Yue arrives on the battlefield, sees the galloping horses, swords and swords, listens to the drums and horns, and the earth-shattering shouts, he often can't help but think of the truly heroic, fearless and selfless steel army, and the tragic and tragic picture of the War of Resistance will appear in front of him, and a wave of blood and sky-high war will explode, and he will forget that he is just a scientist in essence.

On the battleship, he saw Zhao Fu and Wang Feibao bravely taking the lead, rushing to the island like crazy with a few subordinates, fighting several times the enemy along the way, but they seemed to forget life and death, and retreated without fear. He seemed to have seen a trace of the predecessor of the Iron Army in his previous life, and his heart was greatly relieved, and the heroic blood hidden in his heart couldn't help but surge.

Zhao Yue no longer watched the battle, rushed off the boat first, casually pulled a war horse that got off the boat, turned over and rode on, and drew his sword and shouted while riding his horse to the island: "The predecessor heroic spirit is immortal." The blood of the martyrs cannot be shed in vain. The dreams and wishes of our predecessors have not been fulfilled, and we will fulfill them for them. Their regrets, we will make up for them. Soldiers, we must let the souls of the martyrs in heaven see with their own eyes how a great nation that is rich and strong, proud, and looks down on the world was born in our heroic sacrifice. Kill—"

His courageous action was magnified countless times in the battlefield where he was stimulated and easily excited, and instantly infected all the soldiers. Although the soldiers didn't understand who the predecessors and martyrs of the prince's roar were, let alone the meaning in Zhao Yue's heart, their blood boiled and their eyes glared angrily. For a while, the soldiers who had already disembarked from the boat moved more quickly, and the soldiers who had already gone to the dock roared angrily and followed Zhao Yue to the island with the combat team that had been trained and cooperated with him according to his usual hard work.

Wang Nianjing, as the chief of the guard, naturally followed Zhao Yue's actions, and followed the boat and grabbed a horse to keep up.

He saw that Zhao Yue's voice was excited, his emotions were impulsive, but his eyes were becoming darker and brighter, and he knew that it was not that Zhao Yue was calmer and showed off on the battlefield to encourage the soldiers' killing morale, but that the real killing intent and fighting intent were boiling.

In his bones, he is still the fierce and cunning killer who broke through the green forest, and he is still the true character of the thief leader who gathered people to rebel in the Southern Song Dynasty in history, but he just followed Zhao Yue, and now he has played the role of this strength in the front.

He likes that Zhao Yue is flesh and blood, fierce and brave, and he admires Zhao Yue's affectionate, righteous, brave, and invincible side. Therefore, after taking a look at Huang Yue and Jin Ding, who were inspired by Zhao Yue's enthusiasm, they blushed, and said, "Brother, let's follow His Highness to kill the clowns, and have a good time." ”

As he spoke, he stepped up his urging horse and sword protection to kill Zhao Yue left and right into the enemy group.

Zhao Fu, who was killed in front, was far away, and he didn't hear Zhao Yue's shout in the fierce battle, so he only cared about dancing the halberd knife with red eyes and fighting wildly, and shouted from time to time: "Kill." Let the cowardly clown know the power of my Northern Army, and know the majesty and murderous spirit of my volunteer battalion. ”

The subordinates shouted and echoed, followed by the dancing knife and the gun to rush to kill.

Wang Feibao danced his double whip and attacked fiercely, and only subconsciously repeated in his mouth: "Brothers, kill the little ghosts who dare to resist." Don't lose the face of the word righteousness. ”

The tens of thousands of Goryeo troops defending the island who fled from the coast of the port wharf originally wanted to counterattack with more people, but they were killed and wounded all the way under the crazy blows of Zhao Fu's forwards, and then heard the thunderous shouts and pursuit behind them.

In one go, he went to the town of Xuekou, and an extremely tall city appeared in front of him.

Although the city was a town, it was the real capital and refuge of the rulers of Goryeo, so a lot of work was put into its construction.

The emergence of cement not only facilitates the construction of cities, but also greatly saves manpower, material resources, financial resources and time. The city grew taller and stronger. The height of the city is nearly 20 meters, and it is difficult for the invaders to break through by climbing the walls. The city can accommodate hundreds of thousands of people or soldiers.

Zhao Fu chased to the front of the city and glanced at the city, and his already excited and impulsive emotions couldn't help but be angry.

The shape of the city in Xuekou Town is actually the kind of fortress structure of Zhaozhuang, but the area has been enlarged many times.

The gates were closed.

On the city wall, a short and obese Goryeo official wearing the official uniform of the clown in the Xiangjing opera is wearing the eight-winged Goryeo official hat that people with status in the Tang Dynasty are used to wearing, holding the hula ring (ornament Luo hoop belt) on the waist with a big belly symbolizing the status of the official, wielding a sword in the other, and shouting at the top of his voice to organize and command the dense army and people in the city to defend.

This person is none other than the war supervisor Wang Zhichen, a loyal lackey of the Li family, a relative of Goryeo, with small eyes, a round cake face, and an official position that is not low.

A thin middle-aged general dressed in red and gold iron armor is commanding his subordinates to shoot arrows frantically at the city with a murderous and cold face, no matter whether it is the Goryeo army who is crowded and crying and begging to enter the city, no matter whether the vast majority of the people in the city are their own people, they all use arrows to ruthlessly block and kill.

Naturally, some of the soldiers of the Volunteer Battalion who followed the deserters and wanted to take the opportunity to kill the city were also shot.

Although the Cangzhao army was well-armored and defensive, and each three-person combat team had sword and shield men who were responsible for guarding crossbowmen and pikemen partners, and protected themselves and their companions with strong and lightweight shields, they were still inevitably killed and injured under the dense rain of indiscriminate arrows.

The commander of this article and a martial arts in the city, he didn't care about the life or death of his own people outside the city, and saw that Zhao Fu, Wang Feibao and other commanders were the first to kill, standing on the high city and looking down on the chasing soldiers, he should feel that the strong city is in hand, I have everything, I feel very good, not to mention the self-confidence and arrogance.

Wang Zhichen has a round head, a big belly, short limbs, and an official uniform like a turtle, which is very funny.

He triumphantly grabbed the belt with both hands, and he didn't know whether it was a habitual action, or he deliberately let the enemy see the hula circle to remind him that the official was not small, and screamed outside the city: "Thief, do you think my city is strong and strong?" ”

"Kind of attacking the city? Are you on? Hit? Aren't you brave and not afraid of death? There is a kind of ability, come, see how my great Goryeo heroic soldiers will let you all die under this fortified city.

After killing all of you, my Great Goryeo Army will use your skulls to build another Jingguan like our ancestors did when they rectified the Sui army, I'm afraid that you thieves don't have enough heads, and the Jingguan built is not spectacular enough. ”

The slender and fierce military attache with a sinister and murderous face smiled proudly: "Tell you, ignorant pirates, this city was built by the Great Song Dynasty monarchs and ministers who generously donated cement formulas and sent skilled craftsmen to help them enthusiastically.

You are in a hurry to die. Just to destroy you vulgar thieves, the completion of the Blood Sacrifice Treasure City. ”

There is a young general next to this person, the body is very tall, it should be more than 1.8 meters, it is very conspicuous among the short Koreans, but the head is small, the body is big, and the thin triangle face has a pair of monkey eyes, standing there shaking his head, at a glance, he knows that he is a tricky and treacherous villain who feels good about himself, and he is obviously the son and nephew of the middle-aged general.

This guy smirked and shot an arrow at the city, but it didn't hit the soldiers of the Volunteer Battalion, but he shot down a Korean soldier. But this person shook his head and waved his beautiful bow indifferently, and smiled triumphantly: "Haha...... Han people are poor and generous. This cement is so easy to use......"

The Goryeo soldiers and civilians in the city laughed when they heard this, as if the port had failed miserably, and it was not their people who fled in embarrassment, standing on the city, their morale and confidence were all back, and they became the strongest people who were smart enough to play the world, and brave enough to sweep away millions of soldiers.

The words became more and more arrogant and proud, and the insults and provocations became more and more unscrupulous.

……

This group of little smashed and raised the wisdom of my big man, and he inherited a lot of kindness from my big man, but he didn't know how to be grateful in return. The prince is right, he must be ruthlessly killed and taught a lesson, and all their wealth, including all the benefits they have been deceived from the Han people, can be made to let these little know how to respect them.

Zhao Fu was so angry that his eyes were split, and while he was sandwiched among the many cavalry generals whose armor was not obvious from himself, the people in the city did not notice that he was the main general, and quietly took off his bow, and raised his hand to be a lightning arrow.

He made it difficult to use a good halberd, his brain was good, his arms were strong, and his archery was very good. This arrow wanted to take the life of the civil official with low defense, but it happened that a gust of wind suddenly swept over the city, just with a crooked arrow, but it hit the eyes of the military attache next to him who were full of gloom and pride, and the arrow was strong, straight to the back of the head, and the military attache was knocked down by the arrow without even saying a word, and his lips squirmed a few times before he died, obviously dying very unexpectedly and unwillingly.

The military general died violently. The smug smile on the face of Wang Zhichen, who was so frightened that he was lucky to escape, was still there, and he had shrunk behind the battlements, and the speed was too different from his turtle image.

The tall, thin young man who felt good about himself was so frightened by the arrow that he shook his head and shook his head proudly, and he hid behind the battlements in a hurry, and after a while, he heard him crying out for his father.

"These two jackal-looking young and old are really father and son."

Zhao Fu sneered, looked at the direction where Wang Zhichen was hiding, and scolded: "Count your little turtle lucky." ”

He turned his head slightly and asked a staff officer who went to the city with the army first: "Xiao He, check the infantry brothers behind, have you brought the siege crossbow." ”

Staff Officer Xiao He laughed when he heard this: "Head, we are the vanguard, and we must break the city and make meritorious contributions before the brother troops." I was afraid of delays, so I arranged for a siege crossbow to be tied to a pack horse and killed together. This is a lesson that the Korean imps will never forget. ”

Zhao Fu and Wang Feibao were overjoyed when they heard this, and praised them together: "Damn, no wonder the army should be equipped with staff officers, and the staff officers are more brainy than us." You're really smart, and you're doing a good job. The work of breaking the city is yours. ”

Staff Officer Xiao He shook his head modestly and smiled: "The two eldest brothers have won the award." How can the little brother be so good? It's all the brothers who usually take care of and teach well. Before the war, the chief of staff remembered to break the city and grab the first prize, so he reminded the younger brother to bring the siege crossbow. Commenting on merit is naturally collective wisdom. ”

Zhao Fu laughed when he heard this: "You kid is a modest fart. ”

"His Royal Highness once said that our Han people talk about moderation in everything, which makes the whole nation humble and hypocritical, and everyone is afraid of becoming a beaten bird, who dare not show his wealth, dare not show his personality, and dare not indulge in the development and display of wisdom, for fear of becoming the one who is beaten by the wind in Muxiu Yulin.

The Han nation needs heroes, and it needs prominent individual heroism.

If our empire wants to reverse the stereotypes and bad habits of national representatives who have no genius, no personality, and no respect for the world, and establish new concepts and new trends, it is necessary for heroes and heroic role models to emerge in all walks of life, vigorously commend and protect them when they are alive, and when they die, their distinctive characters and deeds will be passed down through the ages. Let future generations mention history, they can proudly list one great man and hero after another, and truly feel that there are living ancestors with personality, outstanding talents and contributions, and shortcomings, rather than looking at the model symbols and images that are perfect from conduct to contribution, and actually make future generations untrustworthy and disliked.

A nation with an angular personality is a nation that has a future and can let go of its hands and feet and live freely. (To be continued.) )