From Xuanpingfang to Xinchangfang, there were scattered sergeants everywhere, including the left and right Yulin troops, as well as the Jinwuwei and the government and county officers, at this moment these people were all depressed, untidy clothes, and few still had blades in their hands, but not many of them were really injured.

Hun Yang leaned against a tree on the side of the street, rolled up his sleeves, and exposed a wound on his arm, which was caused by the chopping of a long knife, if it were not covered by excellent arm armor, this arm would have to be scrapped, except for this one, there was also an arrow wound, pierced in the back, fortunately, the flesh was not deep, leaving only a thumb-sized hole, wrapped tightly by strips of cloth, and it was no longer in the way.

Although both are small injuries, but can not stand the heart of the head on fire, this battle is too bad, as soon as I see those fierce and vicious cavalry rushing over, their side immediately collapsed, the rest of the desperate resistance, but also the death of the wounded, if not the other party insisted on breaking through, they are afraid that none of them will survive.

To say that on weekdays, they also go out early to practice late, and the skill formation does not fall, after all, at the feet of the Son of Heaven, there are often drills and the like, no one dares to slack off, but today I know that it is so vulnerable, it is not that the skills are inferior to others, but that there is no fighting spirit, the other party has a total of 3,000 horsemen, and the soldiers are divided into two ways, and there are about 2,000 people in front of them, and there are no less than 10,000 people sitting around him.

He poured a small cup of wound medicine that he carried with him, endured the pain and wrapped it layer by layer with torn strips of cloth, then put on the lining, re-tied the arm armor, and tried to move, the pain was not so strong, Hun Yang subconsciously wanted to stand up, but when he saw the appearance of his companions, he suddenly didn't want to move again, these locals in the city were not in a hurry, he was a foreigner, what kind of hurry, he lazily sat on the tree, his eyes were full of disappointment.

At this moment, the opposite door suddenly opened, and the first thing that appeared in the eyes of everyone was a small tooth side battle flag, which he recognized at a glance when he was familiar with the border army, this was just a main flag, and a border guard could station a team at most, that is, fifty people.

Sure enough, behind the battle flag was a small team, which was less than a fraction of the number of defeated soldiers outside, but as soon as he saw the figure of the leader, his eyes lit up, and he stood up unconsciously.

The same sixteen-year-old body, wrapped in a Tang Dynasty style of Mingguang armor, under the heavy iron helmet, is an ancient well without waves, that kind of look, he has only seen in the old soldiers of the border army, and at this time, this team of no more than fifty people, everyone is the same.

What surprised him even more was that the young man was carrying a huge weapon behind him, much higher than his master's body, which looked a little funny, but the blood in his heart suddenly beat irrepressibly.

Liu Ji and Yang Yu rode side by side, their eyes swept over the faces of these routs, and under the seemingly calm expression, there was an unsettled heart.

It turned out that this was a miniature version of the Anshi Rebellion, which tore this prosperous and prosperous era to shreds in a battle, and exposed the weakness and decay to the world in blood.

"Goro!"

Hearing the shout, he turned his head to see Hun Xuanzhu walking over with a long knife.

"Where are you going?"

"Break the enemy." Liu Ji said in a calm tone.

There was an uproar in all directions, and those defeated soldiers spoke one after another, all with an incredible expression.

"Hmph, I'm not ashamed."

"That's the soldiers and horses under the command of King Anjun, there are thousands of people, just a few of you?"

"I don't know which kid in the house, I haven't seen blood, don't pee your pants for a while."

"I'm afraid that I'll run away when I see someone's banner, I don't even have to take a picture, and I can brag about it when I come back."

......

In these gossiping words, Liu Ji, the person concerned, hadn't said anything yet, Hun Xuan was in a hurry all of a sudden, the long knife was draped in the air, and his mouth jumped up like thunder.

"Shut up, fucking shut up!"

I have to say that although he is also young, but he has just had a fight, and he is in the eyes of everyone, and he still has to save some face for his words, a companion asked.

"Lao Hun, what's the hurry, who is he? You recognize. ”

"He's ......" Hun Xuan's words were not finished when he was coldly interrupted by Liu Ji.

"I'm just a small Captain Guoyi, all my men are here, you are right, there are only fifty people."

He swept contemptuously over the rappers, his gaze through the clouds to the majestic court in the distance.

"This is the capital of the Tang Dynasty, the residence of the Son of Heaven, and the home of trillions of people.

His voice suddenly amplified and buzzed in everyone's ears.

"Man, you should face life and death, the children of Guanzhong, I am the pillar of the Tang Dynasty, you have run away, where are the families, where are the people, where is the Son of Heaven? Anhuer's Luoluo River is a good thing, Lao Tzu only brought two people that day, plus tens of thousands of unclothed and unarmed slaves, and took the city of Luo with tens of thousands of Tibetan defenders! ”

"Are you that Liu Guoyi from Anxi Town?"

Hearing him say this, everyone suddenly realized that although most of them had never seen real people, the other party's deeds had already been written in the Di Bao and passed on by word of mouth, so how could they not know.

"Yes, I'm Liu Ji." He admitted frankly: "Lao Tzu is now taking fifty people, going to the so-called elite who will scare your courage, to see if they are more difficult to fight than the capital of the Tubo people, they are a man, there are eggs under the crotch, and if you don't want to be looked down upon, just follow, Lao Tzu doesn't want you to go into battle, just stand behind and watch, because." ”

"You don't deserve it!"

After Liu Ji finished shouting the last sentence, he rode forward, led this small team, passed through the routs who looked at each other, and walked towards the direction of Xingqing Palace without hesitation.

Hun Xuan stayed there, his face flushed, and suddenly raised his long knife and shouted viciously.

"Zuo Yulin, is there anyone who is not afraid of death, go with Lao Tzu!"

At his call, one after another people stood up, whether they had blades in their hands or not, and they all stood with him, and just as he was about to pull his heels, a rough voice sounded at the right time.

"The brothers of Zuo Yulin are not afraid of death, our right Yulin is the army of the Son of Heaven, and what is guarding is the palace wall, are you still afraid of death?"

Fu Guyan didn't know where to come out, followed by a group of sergeants, they crossed Hun Ying and the others, and suddenly walked to the front, Hun Yang dared to lag behind, and quickly led people to catch up, along the way, there were many routs to join, like a snowball, rolling bigger and bigger. ()

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