A soldier of the Han Army named Jiang Sheng, although his identity is just a small scout, he, like many ordinary people, has a heroic dream.

Men are self-respecting! In the world of life, who doesn't want to use the knife as a pen to engrave immortal legends on the earth. Who doesn't want to splash this piece of mountains and rivers with the blood in his chest, and protect the common people.

However, a few days earlier, when he and his companions had been captured by a large group of Persian warriors, it seemed that it would never be possible to realize these generous ambitions again. The Persians cut off his arm, dragged his seriously injured body and returned to Jiangsheng at Yumen Pass, knowing that he would die and would not survive.

On the battlefield of the two armies, thousands of soldiers like him who unfortunately died because of sword wounds, they were shrouded in horse leather, and their hearts were uneasy. Loyal souls surround the border passes, and the bones of the martyrs are not allowed to return to their hometowns.

However, Jiang Sheng was luckier than many others. The reason why he came back to life was because Yuan Zhao happened to come to Yumen Pass and happened to see him at the head of the city.

When Jiang Sheng, who woke up after being rescued, knew that he was rescued by Yuan Zhao himself, the excitement and admiration in his heart were beyond words. The young soldier endured the sharp pain of his wound at the first time, and wanted to come and thank him for saving his life.

There he saw the appearance of this legendary figure from afar, and he also heard what he said to those people in the Western Regions. Jiang Sheng, who was full of enthusiasm, immediately made a decision, no matter what the price was, he also asked for the consent of this person, and from then on, he followed behind him, although he led the horse and fell into the stirrup, he had no regrets.

"Follow me...... What can you do? ”

"Although Jiang Sheng's life is as light as grass mustard, if the Hou Ye orders it, it can also be turned into a long knife to repay kindness!"

To Jiang Sheng's surprise, the huge disparity in status did not make his request a luxury. Yuan Zhao only glanced at the persistence on his face, and nodded in agreement. Then he said a little more to him.

"You have a blade in your eyes, you are a warrior. However, I hope that you will come to the edge to uphold the righteousness of the world, not for personal favor. ”

Although Jiang Sheng still didn't understand the deep meaning of Yuan Zhao's words, this did not prevent him from obeying with pleasure and sincerity. Because whether it is a legend in the past or what he has seen with his own eyes now, he believes that the person he is about to follow to the death is a real husband who stands up to the sky and the earth, and a true hero with a heart like the sea!

The definition of a hero also needs to be proven by blood. In the cognition of warriors, only those who kill ten people are heroes, those who kill a hundred people are heroes, and those who slaughter ten thousand people can be called heroes.

Jiang Sheng, who followed Yuan Zhao out of Yumen Pass with Li Ling with a fearless spirit, told the younger generations about the scene that happened outside the city today countless times in the long rest of his life. And no matter what the circumstances, he felt his blood burning, and the passion was exactly the same as when he had watched the battle with his own eyes, and although the years passed, it had not diminished in the slightest.

In the wars of foreign expansion over the years, Marshal Nehgo, as the most famous general of the empire, was not only good at using troops, but also a brave general who could personally charge into battle. There were many warriors who died at his hands, whether they remembered their names or not, and the sword in his hand had once gorgeously cut their bodies and cut off their heads in a conspicuous manner.

Nehgou, a veritable brave man, never thought that a man's bravery could make much difference in the face of an army's attack. Even if it is known

In the information, he knew that Yuan Zhao might be very powerful, but he didn't pay much attention to it.

Compared with force, he paid more attention to the role played by this person in the Han Dynasty. I heard that his relationship with the emperor of the Han Dynasty was extraordinary, and if he could take advantage of this rare opportunity to kill or capture this person, it would probably greatly shake the morale of the Han Dynasty from top to bottom. It was precisely with this in mind that Nehgu, who was enraged, did not hesitate to order his servants to kill people!

I have to say that Nehegu, as the commander of the 100,000-strong army, is too self-righteous. All along, the glory of being undefeated filled his heart with supreme pride. Except for the king of Persia, whom he was loyal to, the life of anyone in this world was a weed that could be trampled into mud at any time in the face of his ironclad heavy army.

What if this proud man could have foreseen the tragic situation he was about to face, and wondered if he would have turned around and run now? It's just a pity that the Persians don't have the ability to be a prophet of the unknown. The Imperial Marshal held his head high in pride until ...... The moment it was chopped down!

Nehgu and his Persian warriors, with a cruel sneer on their faces, looked at the first two or three hundred men who rushed past, and they had no doubt about the scene that was about to happen. To be able to serve by the side of the Imperial Marshal, they are all brave and peerless people. It is easy to pick out one of these people at random, cut the head of a bull with a knife, break the heart with a fist, and so on. How long can the three Han people last under their strangulation?

Nehegu looked at the reflection of the raised blades, and quietly glanced at the wall of the Jade Gate Pass. He believed that the sudden changes that had occurred here would be visible in the city over there. And that's the second thing he wants to achieve.

Killing this important person is naturally a big gain. And if you can use this to lure the Han army in the city to come to the rescue, it will be even more unexpected. Nehgu had already sent people back to the army behind him to send an order, so that those generals could get ready, and once the Yumen Pass sent troops, the Persian army would immediately move out and take advantage of the situation to attack the city!

Yuan Zhao's reputation is so big, it turns out that he is just a stupid guy! Doesn't he know that as long as he walks out of the Jade Gate Pass, he has already fallen into passivity?

The thought that he was about to achieve such a great result with a little trickery almost made Nehgu almost laugh in the sky.

It's just that before he could laugh out loud, he suddenly fixed his gaze, looking at the battlefield in front of him in a daze, as if he didn't believe what he had witnessed.

There were many others who looked the same as him. No one would have thought that almost in the blink of an eye, the sword light was surging like a tide of snow, blood suddenly spilled all over the sky, and a terrifying killing began!

To put it accurately, this is not like a battle of siege, but just a one-sided killing. After a few moments, Nehgus and all the Persians, who had finally seen what was happening, doubted the strangeness and absurdity of what they saw.

I don't know what the reason is, in the yellow sand land outside the Yumen Pass, the place of Xiematai within a radius of several miles, but it is very rare to maintain the soil geology. Knee-deep dead grass was trampled by the big feet in cowhide boots, roaring and shouting and swinging their knives to attack. Then, almost as the roar echoed in the wind, the throat that made the sound was swept by the blade, and the dead burly body fell to the deep grass, one or two

…… Dozens and hundreds, one after another. Blood flowed on the ground, and life withered on the tips of the grass.

What is the reason that the bravest warrior of Persia, who has always been invincible, has become a weak man who has no power to parry?

The Persian marshal, whose face began to grow serious, fixed his eyes on the figure that he could see clearly but seemed to be ethereal, and he sensed that something might be in trouble.

At the head of the Jade Gate Pass, countless armored soldiers were also watching this battlefield. It was noon, the sun was fine, and those swords and fights, even though they were so far away, seemed to empathize. Each of them was very eager to fly out of the city to follow Yuan Zhao to fight, but from generals to ordinary soldiers, no one dared to move lightly.

Because, this is Yuan Zhao's order before leaving, no matter what happens outside the city, their only task is to defend the city and prepare for a siege battle that will happen at any time.

"Look...... Yuanhou personally took action! He killed two people...... Five...... Ten of them! ”

"Ahh Yes! Yes...... Thirty ......! ”

"A hundred! Yes! I can't count...... Persian...... So vulnerable! ”

There were many good-eyed warriors shouting loudly. In this tense scene, the city was boiling. Even the generals lost their former prestige and danced and shouted cheers.

Blood is burning! That is the idol of all their officers and soldiers, and they are the heroes of the Han Empire! They had heard his legends countless times. Today, I can see him draw his sword and fight again, and in addition to worship, everyone can only remember it deeply.

Once Yuan Zhao makes a move, he will not tolerate mercy. Any invader who tries to conquer or trample on the land of China and the people living here will end up miserable. Whether it was to save this industrious and kind people from the sufferings of future generations, or to protect the prosperous dynasty where he and his relatives lived, there was no reason why he should not fight with all his might.

Jiang Sheng, who was borrowed by Yuan Zhao and left, trembled with excitement. He stood there, inhaling deeply. He is not qualified to participate in this battle, and as a witness, he must keep in mind everything he sees in front of him and use it as a lifelong motivation for the rest of his life.

When Li Lingjian killed the eighteenth warrior, he gasped and straightened up, scanning the surroundings, and all the first batch of nearly three hundred enemies who rushed over were no longer standing. Ten steps away, Yuan Zhao, who was covered in blood but did not have much blood stains on his body, smiled at him, the sword was brilliant, and he was majestic.

"Li Jiazi, can you fight again?"

"Master is here, Ling doesn't dare to be timid!"

"Hahaha! Then come with me again and slaughter all the enemy captives in front of you! ”

With a sword and a sword, the wind swept the clouds, and directly killed the Persian marshal surrounded by heavy armor. Its heroic spirit, the north wind is reversed, and the western captives are all frightened!

Half an hour later, the Battle of Shematai ended. Yuan Zhao took Li Ling, who was born with a calf, to kill and disperse thousands of troops, and to capture the Persian marshal Nehegu and return.

"Accomplish your ambition and kill him!"

Jiang Sheng, who had only one arm left, took over his war knife, which had been poured endless strength, and cut off the head of the commander of the 100,000 army with a single sword. He felt that it was no different from killing a dog.

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