Zhao Yougong stood firmly at the head of the city, letting the smoke roll through, his eyes tingling, he wanted to see how this purgatory was brewing, he wanted to see how countless lonely souls appeared.

Xiao Zhiyun closed her eyes in pain, she knew that she knew early that this man would have a way to defend Wuzhou City, but she still didn't expect him to do this. An order was given, and the vicinity of Wuzhou City turned into a sea of fire, once Zhuge Kongming burned thousands of rattan armor soldiers, and felt that it hurt the heavens, but today he actually burned tens of thousands of Daliao warriors. A terrible man, in order to win, he will do everything, he is a devil, a demon like Ran Min, the king of martial mourning, but it is this kind of demon that people fear.

The rain of arrows fell, and the sky turned into black ants, which flew into the sky and reaped their lives in the smoke. The tragic battlefield, the cry of the dead. Some Liao soldiers ran in the right direction, they ran, laughing, but forgot that they couldn't be watery, the sky of Wuzhou City was wafting with a scorching smell, and outside the city was a corpse, those corpses were in a variety of postures, and they were sad.

The fire burns, the smoke billows out, and there is no need to scorch the earth, only to ignite the Liao soldiers. Han Dexiang stood quietly in place, he was tired, too tired, in order to stabilize the situation, he roared out all the strength of his body, but it was useless. Who would have thought that the once invincible Daliao warriors had become insane, and they didn't care about anything for their lives, they only knew how to escape, and no one could tell where they fled to. The smoke is wafting, through the gaps, you can vaguely see the reddish sunset, the sun, why not recede, a heavy rain is good?

At this moment, Han Dexiang wanted to give up the sun god, because the light of the sun god could not save them. Instead, it's the rain that I've always hated. It's so eager. Warm sun. The wind is blowing, and where does the rain come from?

"Get out of the way, let go of Lao Tzu and kill you" A Liao soldier pounced, he saw that the man was motionless, he was immediately furious, brandished a scimitar, and slashed down.

Hiss, a muffled snort, Han Dexiang did not hide. Why hide? He deserves to die, it was he who sent these tens of thousands of Great Liao warriors to the moat, and it was he who made these warriors have no way out, so these Great Liao used a reason to kill him.

"Ah" Liao Bing's eyes couldn't open, he didn't know who he was looking at, he wanted to live, or he wanted to vent, and slashed down with a knife until he cut down in front of him. When he walked over, Han Dexiang was already lying on the ground. Once a burly big Liao iron man. It became scarred, his face was blurred with slashed flesh, and his chest was rotten terribly. Who would have thought that the commander of the dignified Cheetah Battalion would die in such a way, and who would have thought that the Liao soldiers under the apocalypse would be so cruel.

The Liao soldier who killed Han Dexiang continued to rush forward, but he didn't run two steps, and a wolf's tooth arrow pierced through the smoke and directly nailed him to death on the way to escape.

Kill, there is only one word, the Liao people kill again, and the soldiers of the Dingguo Army are also killing, the killing intent here is monstrous, even the messenger of the underworld has to be discouraged.

Yelu Dashi looked at Wuzhou City covered in smoke blankly, he looked stupidly, and unconsciously smiled again, but the smile was extremely desolate, like the last smile before death. Hahahaha Who gave away the lives of more than 40,000 Liao warriors, is it Han Dexiang? No, Han Dexiang is just attacking the city, isn't the real general order issued by him Yelu Dashi? It is a fire, and the hearts of people are broken, and there is no hope. Desperate? No, you can't despair, Yelu Dashi stood up with difficulty, slammed his sword on the ground, and screamed, "Save people, save people"

Why do you need Yelu Dashi to order, when the fire is ignited, the generals of the various departments have already begun to organize people to rush to the moat, that is more than 40,000 Daliao warriors, who can let go? The moat is not far away, but the Liao soldiers can't cross it, because the tung oil of the Dingguo army has been thrown to the opposite bank, and there is a bed crossbow blockade, in order to rebuild the plank bridge, the veterans were nailed to death by the bed crossbow countless. The plank bridge was built with great difficulty, but it was burned again, and in desperation, he had no choice but to retreat. In this way, the moat that could be easily crossed became a death moat, and the Daliao warriors who attacked the city could not retreat, and those who wanted to save people could not pass. The wide moat was full of corpses, so many of them that the river had been cut off. The corpses piled up higher and higher, and the living people jumped down, and before they could take two steps, some people jumped down, and so on, and many people were trampled to death by their own people.

Slowly, the corpse actually filled the moat four zhang deep and three zhang wide, at this time the corpse is the bridge, Da Liao no longer has to bother to build a wooden bridge, but at this time the smoke faded, and the damned person was almost dead.

The wind was blowing, the double dragon hunted and flew, and Zhao Yougong stood motionless like a farewell warrior. Looking up at the sky, the sunset is very quiet, sad songs and red clouds fly by, just like Ji Kang's Guanglingsan, although it is beautiful, it makes people cry. A touch of remnant sun, red as blood, a big flag, the wind raging. The sunset is very beautiful, there seems to be a galloping horse, and it is like the end of the years, a scene, withered vines and old trees.

The smoke of gunpowder has not dissipated, the dawn has not come, the iron bones are ringing, the fighting is still the same, the fire-colored sunset is like blood, and the trace of red has wiped through layers of grievances.

The men here are heroic and loyal. The long wind rises and moves forward.

Cyan reincarnation, the sword is like a dream, tears fall, and white bones are boundless. When you get drunk, you are drunk and singing, the singing is fierce, the ghosts are crying, this land, corpses are all over the field, as if the end of the world.

Zhao Yougong slowly raised the Qin Wang knife in his hand, the silver armor brocade belt, under the sunset, dragging a long figure, suddenly, a smile crossed his face, his chest was agitated, and he used all his strength, "Dingguo Army is mighty, Dingguo Army is mighty"

At the head of the city, there were thousands of troops and horses, all with solemn expressions, and they stood and stood with a proud face. Over the years, who can beat the Liao people so miserably, and who can make the men of the Han family famous in all directions? They won, so proud, they won, so they found a king, "Dingguo Army Mighty Highness Dingguo Army Mighty Highness Mighty Mighty Dingguo Army Mighty Highness Mighty Might"

A shout resounded through the sky, as if to collapse Wuzhou City, at this moment, history needs to remember that there is a group of ordinary Guanzhong children bravely standing at the head of Wuzhou City, they are afraid of death, but they do not retreat, they use blood to infuse a glimmer of hope into the Great Song Dynasty in this apocalypse. Who said that there is no good son in the Great Song Dynasty. No. From ancient times to the present day. There is no shortage of good men in the land of China, they are heroic, they are heroic, they just need a real hero to lead the journey.

The green mountains are still there, several times the sunset is red, drunk and smeared with the sunset, life is endless, a lifetime of fighting. There is no end point. Zhao Yougong dared to shout out, and at this moment, the prince of Chu was standing at the head of the city.

The homeland of a thousand autumns, the land of a strong city, the sword in hand, the clouds in all directions, the iron bones ringing, asking who is the real hero in the world. Haojie is a man, the wind is strong, and he is hunting. An imperial song.

From today on, the Great Song Dynasty is no longer weak. From today on, the Great Song Dynasty has the shadow of his Zhao Yougong. The legacy of the Han and Tang dynasties, after several vicissitudes, where is it now? is in Wuzhou, in his heart Zhao Yougong.

One day, when he led the Great Song Dynasty, recast the prestige of the Han and Tang Dynasties, and then played the role of the palace businessman. One day, when the march was thousands of miles, it was in the prosperous world.

Zhao Yougong was proud, because he knew that at this moment, he became a real king, a king admired by the warriors. In other days, even if they wave their troops, they will still swear to the death.

Xiao Zhiyun really wants to cry, cry for those Da Liao warriors, and cry for this man, why is there no such warrior in Da Liao, why is it a Song man?

Outside Wuzhou City, the big tent of the Chinese army, Yelu Dashi sat in front of the desk with a pale face, and a piece of paper was placed in front of him, on which the casualties were recorded. In just one hour, more than 44,000 people attacked the city, only more than 2,000 people survived, the arrows of the Han people were inserted into every inch of land, the corpses of the Great Liao warriors covered the land tightly, and Han Dexiang also died, and Yelusha was seriously injured. Yelu Dashi was silent for a long time, the corners of his mouth twitched, and finally, his throat moved, and he screamed, "Hurt me, hurt me."

A mouthful of blood sprayed on the case, dyeing the paper red, Yelu Dashi fell straight back, and the generals hurriedly pounced, "Handsome and handsome"

The Liao army still has 60,000 troops, but these 60,000 soldiers are panicked, and they have long lost their morale, and there are still mountains of corpses under the city of Wuzhou, which is so miserable, no one knows what happened to the Han people and why they became so cruel. What is now in front of the Liao army is to withdraw the troops, but what to do with the corpses of those Great Liao warriors, just throw them outside Wuzhou City and ignore them? Therefore, the Liao people had to fight again, not only for the living, but also for the dead.

That night, Jerodashi lay on the bed, his lips pale, and he died in pain, but he had to live in pain, because there were still many sons who needed him. In the camp of the Liao army, a group of patrolmen walked by as usual, and suddenly there was a gust of wind, the shadow of arrows swept by, and there was an extra letter on the ground. The letter was sent by the Han Chinese, but it was written in Khitan script.

"But I still want the corpse of the Khitan dog, if you want it, you will come, if you win, you will take it, and if you lose, you will destroy it!"

A piece of paper, the number of words is very few, but it makes people angry and angry, at this moment, many Liao soldiers have received the same letter, when they get this letter, Yelu Dashi can only smile bitterly. Such a cunning Han people, tomorrow is a must-fight, that is the corpse of more than 40,000 Great Liao warriors, if you don't do anything and give up directly, then the confidence of the Great Liao warriors will be gone. From now on, the Daliao warriors will tremble when they hear the name of the Dingguo Army, because if they fight with the Dingguo Army, they will die, and the corpses will not be able to return to their hometowns.

A letter provoked the anger of the Great Liao warriors, and a letter also made the Liao people have no way out. However, it was precisely because of this letter that anger was in the chest, and the morale that could never have been boosted was reversed.

In the Wuzhou General's Mansion, under a plane tree, Zhao Yougong rested his head on a stone bench and sat on the ground like a beggar.

On May 14, the bright moon hung high, and the breeze blew from the silence of the night, gently stirring up the dust. In the red dust, the years are like songs, and the swords are like dreams. Countless thoughts are blown down by the wind and gradually precipitated, like a yellowed page of paper, which you can't forget.

There was a sound of footsteps, Xiao Zhiyun was wrapped in a white cloak, she was like a nightingale under the moonlight, making people look forward to it. Sitting down, her fingers playing with the man's messy hair, she sighed, "Tomorrow, can't you stop?" ”

"Enough, I can't be the master of this, if others come, this king will have to face it, others will swing a knife, if I don't kill, I will die!"

Zhao Yougong gave the Liao people a chance to fight hard, because in terms of numbers, the Liao army still had a clear advantage. Now that Wuzhou City can fight and defend the city, there are less than 5,000 soldiers, and the Liao soldiers are also attacking the city desperately, can it be said that there is no chance? As for today's fire, it can only be used once, because all the accumulated tung oil and sulfur powder have been exhausted. Tomorrow will be a hard battle with the Liao people, a battle, the Liao soldiers who will be killed, from now on let the Xijing Liao soldiers tremble when they see the Dingguo army.

Xiao Zhiyun sighed helplessly, she still wants to kill, can't she really stop? There are so many people dying today, and so many are desperate.

"You are always so strong, my Xiao Zhiyun's biggest mistake in my life is to know you!"

Xiao Zhiyun doesn't understand, they all say that God has love, and there is always kindness. She searched for all living beings, and finally found a man, finally no longer lonely, finally no longer sad. But the strange encounter, like a dream marriage, brought her boundless contradictions and pain. There is a desire in the heart, a grass and a tree for a year, people are like fireworks, three lives and three springs and autumns. If you have a choice, it's better not to meet. (To be continued......)