Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The sound of the war drums is very low, as if there is a kind of heart-wrenching power.

Liu Hong and the others had gloomy faces, and their eyes showed exhaustion.

Last night's war drums haunted them like a nightmare, neither the generals nor the ordinary soldiers had rested well, and their bodies felt a little sleepy.

"Situ Xing's death is too bad!"

"I actually hung a few goats upside down on a tree, and the continuous drum beat was the goat's hooves beating on the drum surface... ”

"Humph!"

"What a villain!"

Liu Hong stood with several lieutenants, thinking of the results of last night's search in the rain, and his stomach felt like it was being fried.

"The soldier is treacherous!"

"This is a suspicious tactic, in order to make you mess up!"

"Usually let a few of you read more military books, but you just don't listen!"

Looking at the captains with drooping heads and tired faces, Zhang Zijian scolded with some pleading.

Several lieutenants knew that Zhang Zijian's scolding was reasonable, and they didn't dare to fight back, but secretly swore in their hearts that they must make Situ Xing and the soldiers of Zhibei County look good.

。。。

Rumble!

Rumble!

Rumble!

The drumming of the camp in Zhibei County has not stopped since morning.

Situ Xing, dressed in military uniform, stood straight on the chariot, staring coldly ahead.

There was also a huge military formation in front of them, and Zhang Zijian, who was wearing military uniforms, and the eight lieutenants separated in turn, forming a swallowtail.

It seems that both in scale and momentum, it is far beyond the soldiers of Zhibei County.

However, whether it was Zhang Zijian or the Eighth Captain, there was no sense of relaxation in their hearts.

Because, the performance of Situ Xing and others is too calm!

Hundreds, without any protection, wearing only white prison uniforms, and with hideous faces stood at the front of the array, fearless.

"Eight thousand people ahead!"

"There are only three hundred of us!"

"They have fine and thick armor!"

"We only have a thin single coat... ”

"They have spears, bows, crossbows, and knives. ”

"We only have a single knife in our hands!"

"But, here, I want to ask you, are you afraid or not?"

Xia Haibo looked at the neat military appearance and the killing momentum on the opposite side, and subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but he was not afraid in his heart, but had an indescribable excitement.

"Don't be afraid!"

"Don't be afraid!"

"We're not afraid!"

One by one, the prisoner warriors were stimulated by Xia Haibo's words, and they all raised their blades high, and their faces were red and roared.

"The military heart is available!"

Looking at the reactions of Xia Haibo and the prisoner warrior, Situ Xing couldn't help but nod secretly, and said with some joy.

But he wasn't idle.

Instead, he looked at the sparse wind and rain, and secretly pondered for a long time, and then raised the wolf pen in his hand, and put pen to paper on the white paper in front of him, leaving behind a pitch-black but shocking text:

"The wind swept the rivers and lakes and the rain dark village, and the sound of the four mountains turned over the sea.

The firewood in the stream is soft and warm, and I don't go out with the raccoon slaves.

The zombie and lonely village does not mourn, and Shang Si is the national military wheel.

Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse and the glacier fell into a dream. ”

Situ Xing looked at the wind and rain, his heart was touched, and he worked hard to write.

That brush seemed to have a thousand weights, and it was very difficult for Situ to write, word by word, word by word, unusually slow.

Yokohira!

Tree straight!

Point it right!

Inch by inch, as the words fall, they flourish at a speed visible to the naked eye.

At first, it seemed that the little lotus showed its sharp corners.

Later, it was like a bamboo shoot after the rain, constantly rising and rising.

One inch!

Two inches!

Three inches!

Eventually, it turned into a white pillar of air that ran through the entire heaven and earth.

I don't know if it's an illusion...

The rain, which had been a little restrained just now, turned out to be a lot heavier.

The mountains made a loud noise like a tsunami, as if they were about to swell...

"What's going on!"

"Why did the rain suddenly get heavier?"

"And there seems to be a monster hidden in the mountains, and it is constantly rolling!"

Zhang Zijian, who was sitting in the Chinese army, felt the strange changes around him, his face suddenly became ugly, and he shouted loudly a little inexplicably.

"General!"

"It's Wenqi!"

"And looking at its scale, it should be more than five inches above the county poem!"

Standing outside the tent, Liu Hong, who looked like a door god, looked up at the air that was like a pillar of air and went straight to the bullfight, his face suddenly became ugly, and he said in disbelief.

"How is this possible?"

"How could it be?"

"Don't you forget, who is Si Tu?"

"That's the new champion!"

"His strength in Wendao should not be underestimated!"

"Tell the former army that you must be on guard!"

When Zhang Zijian heard Liu Hong's words, he couldn't bear it anymore, opened the tent door and walked out, looking at the tone in the air that rushed straight to the bullfight, his face suddenly became ugly.

"No!"

Liu Hong knew that this was also a helpless move.

Hurriedly ran to the front army and commanded loudly.

"Hope is not a war poem!"

"Otherwise... ”

Zhang Zijian looked at the tumbling atmosphere in the air and the surrounding mountains that kept making tsunami-like sounds, and prayed secretly in his heart.

However, he was doomed to disappointment!

This poem, the last sentence, is the finishing touch, which makes the pattern of the whole poem expand instantly.

What's even more rare is that this poem contains a strong fighting spirit.

Rumble!

With the last stroke of Situ's sentence falling.

A white trail meandered out of Situ's barracks, like a long dragon, and stretched forward like a galaxy.

"What is this?"

Whether it was a soldier or a general in armor, they all looked at the band of light in front of them with a blank face, extending at a speed visible to the naked eye, and their eyes were full of doubts and confusion.

"It's cold!"

"It's Binghe!"

"After several layers of ice, it is impossible to chisel through!"

Feeling the meandering of the glacier and the cold attached to him, the faces of each soldier turned iron-blue.

Cold!

It's so cold!

The weather is a little chilly because of the rain.

But after all, summer has just ended, and the weather is not cold enough to wear cotton clothes.

Therefore, every soldier was dressed very thinly, and now that a glacier suddenly appeared, how could they not feel the cold.

"General!"

"Oh no!"

"A meandering river of ice suddenly appeared ahead!"

"Our people were ill-prepared and got frostbite a lot... ”

The herald ran to the Chinese army's tent in a hurry and reported to Zhang Zijian.

"What?"

"Glacier?"

"It's only June, how can there be an ice river?"

"Is this the purpose of Situ Xing's writing of this poem, to use the frostbite soldiers of the glacier to block our progress?"

When Zhang Zijian heard the soldier's report, his eyes couldn't help but stagnate, and he muttered in disbelief.

"What about the literati?"

"What about our military literati?"

"Let them also compose poems, and they must suppress the momentum of Si Tu's punishment!"

Suddenly, Zhang Zijian seemed to react and shouted a little loudly.

"General!"

The literati also wrote a few poems. ”

"But compared with Situ Xing's poems out of the county, it is far from it, and there is no way to stop the spread of the glacier. ”

"Now the glacier has spread to Yuanmen, and it is still extending to the Chinese army's big tent at an alarming speed!"

Hearing Zhang Zijian's roar, the soldier's face couldn't help but show a wry smile, and he said helplessly.

Click!

Click!

Click!

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of ice breaking in the air.

Zhang Zijian hurriedly rushed out of the Chinese army's tent, only to see a white mark flashing with bright light, spreading towards the Chinese army's tent at a speed visible to the naked eye.

A few soldiers couldn't dodge, and they were frozen by the cold, standing there like ice sculptures.

"Damn it!"

"Gotta stop him!"

Rumble!

At this moment, there was a sudden roar of war horses in everyone's ears, and the war horses covered in iron armor rushed towards the Zhang family camp like a tide.

What is it?

The soldiers, who were frozen by the cold and a little stiff, looked at the air with strange and incredulous expressions.

I saw a samurai dressed in iron armor, with only their eyes and noses exposed, holding butcher knives high, as if death had descended.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

Burst!

Burst!

Burst!

One by one, the soldiers of the Zhang family became headless ghosts before they could react.

Glacier, Iron Horse!

It has become a nightmare in the hearts of countless people.

"Don't panic!"

"Don't panic!"

"These are all fake, they are the effect of literary war poems, and they won't last long!"

"Don't panic, everyone, hold your ground!"

Looking at the camp that was obviously a little flustered, the main general Zhang Zijian couldn't help but roar loudly.

"Don't panic!"

When the Eighth Lieutenant heard Zhang Zijian's voice, his heart suddenly calmed down a lot, and under their appeasement, the army that was a little flustered and almost bombed the camp also calmed down.

"The power of poetry can't last long!"

"It's up to you!"

Situ Xing's gaze was withdrawn from the Iron Horse Binghe, and he looked at Xia Haibo and the others, who had been prepared for a long time, nodded heavily, and said expectantly.

"Please rest assured!"

"We will certainly live up to the trust of adults... ”

Xia Haibo felt the expectation in Situ Xing's eyes, nodded heavily without any hesitation, and said with a solemn face.

"Good!"

"I'll leave the rest to you!"

Seeing that the warriors of the death row camp were ready, Situ Xing didn't say anything, nodded heavily, and motioned for the soldiers to push the gate open.

And made a very subtle movement, muttering in a low voice:

"Military law is like a mountain!"

"Hear the drums and enter!"

Rumble!

At the moment when his words landed, the cyan network in the air, which symbolized military law and was much smaller than the French Open, suddenly trembled, and a trace of cyan aura fell instantly.

Xia Haibo and the others, who were still a little worried in their hearts, suddenly had infinite courage in their hearts, as if the 8,000 soldiers and horses were just wood carvings and stone sculptures, vulnerable to attack.

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"Kill!"

"General!"

"The gate of the camp in Zhibei County opened, and an army rushed out!"

Hearing Tanma's return, Zhang Zijian's face suddenly became solemn, and he stood up without any hesitation, raised his weapon and roared.

Stimulated by him, the eight captains also raised their heads to the sky, roaring as if they were crazy.

Heavy, sealed by ice, the glittering cold light of the gate was pushed open with force, and one by one, the armored soldiers wearing armor and holding blades rushed out like a tide under the leadership of the eight captains.