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This is a never-ending war, and here, one side must fall completely.

The tragic horn sounded again, but what appeared in front of the whole army waiting for Lu Peng was a scene that shocked all the men of the Han family.

Densely packed and endless, there were Han slaves dressed in tatters, who were escorted by all the herdsmen and scimitars, and slowly rushed to the battlefield with numb expressions.

They are a group of Han people who have been constantly taken captive over the years, on this grassland, they have despaired of returning to Han, they have been used to being whipped and driven, they have been used to being cattle and horses for their masters, in this huge battlefield, they have seen the military flag of the Han Dynasty no longer have a trace of excitement, their hearts have died, just like that, following their master's wishes, numbly step by step towards Lu Peng's army.

"What to do? What to do? "Zhang Yan has re-lined the bow and arrow array, and the soldiers have already set up their bows and wound them, but they are facing those compatriots who are suffering deeply, how can their bows and arrows be shot? However, these suffering compatriots have no soul, they are nothing more than walking corpses driven by their masters, and if they are not stopped, they will unceremoniously rush into their formation, and a catastrophe will be inevitable.

Everyone was silent, and everyone's eyes were on Lu Peng, but Lu Peng could only hold the big knife in his hand, no matter how he shouted and roared in his heart, but the order to attack was stuck in his throat, and he couldn't come out anyway.

In the Central Plains, in order to compete for the hegemony of the world, he would unequivocally issue orders and wave his war knife at his compatriots, but here, how could he bear it? Let these Han compatriots, who have suffered so much, fall under their own swords and guns? The wind was cold, and the crows were silent.

Ding Li stood on the chariot, looked at the lifeless Lu Peng array opposite, roared wildly, laughed wildly, let the blood in his mouth continue to flow, and his face was as hideous as a ghost in hell: "Lu Peng, don't you claim to be the liver and brain of the Han family?" Come on, let's fight again, let's fight again. ”

The entire battlefield was as silent as death, except for Ding Li's hellish devil-like, hoarse howl echoing in the wind.

But at this moment, a clear and bright voice began to recall on the battlefield, and the graceful singing was like a heavenly sound, piercing all darkness and ugliness, and flowing into the heart of every slave.

"Wind and Drumming"

Beat the drum and use the soldiers. The city of the earth is Cao, and I travel south alone.

From Sun Tzu Zhong, Ping Chen and Song. I don't want to go, I'm worried.

Where do you live? Lost his horse? What do you want? Under the forest.

Death and life are broad, and Zicheng said. Hold the hand of the son, and grow old with the son.

Yu is broad, not I live. Yu Xun Xi, I don't believe it.

This is the most gorgeous chapter of the Book of Poetry Xiao Yali, "Drumming" describes the soldiers who are not allowed to go home during the war and miss their sweethearts, one after another weak women, in their hometowns, looking forward to those who have made a vow to "hold the hand of the son, grow old with the son" from time to time during the war, and want to live and die now, the end of the world is lonely, and it is inevitable to shed tears, and the liver and intestines are broken!

The song is like a heavenly sound, like a clear spring, nourishing the heart field that has long been numb and dead, so that the weak seedlings of life begin to slowly grow in the hearts of tens of thousands of slaves who have died, the scenery of the hometown, the voice and smile of the parents, and the shadow of the girl who is attached to them, slowly, began to revive in the memory of these numb people.

In the dead and godless eyes, layers of water and light began to emerge, and the eyes of more than 100,000 people on the battlefield all involuntarily looked at the place where the song was conveyed.

It was a chariot surrounded and protected by countless soldiers, and on the chariot, a girl dressed in white and with flying hair spread her arms and sang and danced lightly in front of countless creatures.

The white shirt is better than the snow, the hair is flying, and the sound of heaven penetrates everyone's heart, resurrecting the dead and destroying all the ugly things.

"I'll take you home, return to Han—" Lu Peng leaped on his horse and raised his sword, roaring loudly. Every time he shouted from the bottom of his heart, he would get a response from tens of thousands of soldiers.

Return to Han, return to Han, such an oath roared and suppressed all the sounds between heaven and earth, but the heavenly song was still slowly soaked like flowing water, and there was nothing between heaven and earth that could stop it.

One of the slaves suddenly raised his arms and shouted, "Return to Han, return to Han-" and then swung the wooden stick in his hand and smashed it into a Wuhuan cavalryman beside him.

But his actions immediately attracted the revenge of the Wuhuan people around him, and the scimitar and wooden stick turned him into a pile of meat sauce in the blink of an eye.

But this result did not stop the heart of Gui Han that had erupted, and countless slaves roared together, and they fanatically shouted: "Gui Han, Gui Han-" to the original master who surrounded them, launched a desperate fight against the original master, the volcano has been ignited, and the spewing of lava will not be stopped by anyone, and with the support of Gui Han's faith, they launched a desperate fight against the enemy around them.

More than 40,000 men from the Han family let out a burst of shouts together: "Take you home, return to Han, return to Han-"

He looked at the endless mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, a mouthful of blood spurted out, and after his body shook a few times on the war horse, he fell on the grassland where he was born and raised. 300,000 grassland herdsmen and people are all lying here, and the roots of the Wuhuan people have been uprooted and completely wiped out.

On a broken chariot, there was a pile of rotten stinky meat, and a Han gauze crown was discarded in the dirty blood, this is Ding Li's clothes, and he used his own treasure knife to chop frantically on this pile of rotten meat.

But this is to no avail, his own tribe is gone, the roots of the Wuhuan nation are no longer there, now, the 100,000 soldiers behind him, there is no hope and future, and no one of them has to think about how to multiply, how to restore the blood of their nation, now these 100,000 soldiers are all burned by hatred and despair, and the slogan of revenge is loudly spread in the heavens and the earth, at this time, no matter who they are, they can't stop their anger of revenge, Lu Peng can't do it, and neither can he step on.

Using the treasure knife in his hand, he once again cut his face, and let the dripping blood flow at any cost, this is a silent promise of a Wuhuan warrior.

100,000 soldiers, together with the scimitars in their hands, cut their faces, and let the blood drip down, which is a silent promise of revenge by Wuhuan warriors.

In the cold wind, 100,000 soldiers began to pursue Lu Peng's army to the north to kill their own royal court, and they must catch him and break him into thousands of pieces.

Bandun saw Lu Peng's army, he didn't understand why Lv Peng didn't run away, but when he saw the Han man with a torch, Badun understood everything, facing the phalanx far away from the distance, facing the dense grassland and barren grass in the middle, Badun threw away the treasure knife in his hand, slowly stretched out his hands into the sky, and the tears in his eyes flowed down: "Immortal God, we were all once the bloodline of Yanhuang, why did fate play so tricks on us?" Let the Han people enjoy the glory and wealth in the south, and let us endure the hunger and cold pain in the north, you have given us a place to live, but why do you let us fight each other? Immortal, tell me why? ”

Changsheng Tian was silent, and Lu Peng also raised the torch in his hand to the sky: "They are all equal lives, why can the barbarians slaughter our Han people at any time?" Why is our prosperous Central Plains always ravaged by these barbarian invasions? I also want to live in harmony with them, but greed and ambition have made my suffering Han nation always ravaged by foreign races, so that this Han nation will continue to multiply, and for this Han man to no longer be a slave of a foreign race, let me bear all the sins. Then, with painful eyes, he threw the torch in his hand on the grass in front of him.

In the early winter, the barren grass withered, the wind howled, and after the torch rolled down into the grass, the orange-red flames ignited the surrounding grass and trees, and the sparks burned the prairie in a leap.

Tens of thousands of torches were dropped along with the torches in Lu Peng's hand, and an unstoppable fire, on this dry grassland, in this fierce wind, ignited violently, and flew south with the momentum of destroying the world and destroying the earth, and in the blink of an eye, the 100,000 soldiers who were devastated were wrapped in the smoke of the fire.

Lu Peng, in this extreme way, finally ended the war and achieved his goal.

How can a tiger sleep soundly next to the couch? Not even a cat.

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