It turned out to be him, it turned out to be him. Pen ~ fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info Zhang Xiaojing's palms were sweaty, and his feet were weak, could it be that he who was thinking about him for a long time, actually appeared in front of his eyes like this, and appeared when he was most depressed. Isn't that exactly what you want? From the Wanshan Daying Road to the Hutou Mountain Daying, I have been searching hard, isn't this the result I want?

Lu Xiufu, who was not far away, turned pale, this victorious war should not have happened to him in Jinhong, because it was too many flaws for him, and there were too many uncertain factors, in case the Mongolian sailors intercepted more than one enemy, in case the Mongolian sailors did not pursue the Song army and did not enter the golden beach ambush circle, in case the heavy rain tonight the fire ship could not burn, in case the main Mongolian force took the opportunity to kill, in case Lin Hongsheng's department was broken by the cavalry, too many in case, this should not have been a battle in the first place, however, someone told him, Victorious.

10,000 sailors, who could not even maintain their training in normal times, provoked with their lives the Mongol sailors, who were twice as many as them, and finally brought them to the golden beach, to the ambush circle that had been set up long ago; The 20,000 Xiang army resisted the desperate attack of 4,000 cavalry, and at the cost of nearly 10,000 people, achieved the glory of destroying 3,000 enemies; There are also 3,000 elites, which are enough to withstand the desperate counterattack of tens of thousands of remnants of the Mongolian naval division, and there are only three words for everything: impossible.

However, they did, and years later, when the old Lu Hideo remembered the battle again, he still couldn't believe it.

"Impossible, impossible." In Lu Xiufu's memoirs, these two sentences are the opening chapter, because the courage and determination of the Song army in this battle are something that Lu Xiufu has never experienced.

How is this different from before?

There must be, Lu Xiufu seemed to have grasped something, but in the end, the inspiration disappeared.

"Lao Tzu is finally famous in history." A veteran beside him muttered to himself, but Lu Xiufu seemed to be enlightened.

is a famous name in history, Lu Xiufu opened his eyes wide, looked at Li Xiang not far away, and a trace of emotion welled up in his heart, he drew a huge cake for Song Jun, and made Song Jun believe that this cake exists and will always exist.

The name in history is this big pie.

"Victory, victory." Liu Shirong looked at the remnants of the Mongolian Navy Division kneeling on the ground, and muttered in disbelief that more than half of the three thousand elite were killed or wounded against the desperate Mongolian remnants, if it weren't for Du Deming and Lin Zaixing leading reinforcements to arrive in time, maybe the casualties would be greater, and it might even change the situation on the battlefield.

This is a real battlefield, even if Liu Shirong has learned a lot from his grandfather's teachings, but it is still not enough, he will even be disgusted when he kills that tartar, and he will almost let go because of his soft heart, although his skills are high, his heart is not hard enough.

And yet, he did. He wanted to shout loudly, he did it, yes, he did.

He still has a long way to go from being a general to a general, but no matter what, he knows that he will definitely follow this path.

Beside him, it was the man who created this miracle, he did not have three heads and six arms, nor did he have eight long legs, nor did he have sharp fangs, but he created this miracle.

His simple face, at this time, exuded an admirable brilliance, his back stained red with blood, was so strong, from the implementation of the plan to the present, he never saw him nervous or uneasy, no matter when, his face was so calm, no one knew what he was thinking, but everyone knew that he was full of confidence in his heart, and he was full of strength in his heart.

"My lord, we have won." Liu Shirong said softly, Li Xiang fought with his life, and restrained Hua Hua'er to collect the remnants of the army, which is the key to the ambush on the golden beach, if there is no Li Xiang's containment, when Hua Hua'er gathers the remnants of the army, maybe the three thousand elites in his hands will face a greater challenge.

"Yes, we won." Li Xiang looked at Liu Shirong with a smile, although the victory was not easy to come by, but it was a victory after all.

This is a moment that will go down in history, Li Xiang is sure. It was a big victory, a big win since the Mongol Tatars besieged Sichuan.

Victorious, victorious. Liu Shirong looked at the battlefield silently, no more than half of the soldiers who could stand up, and more than half of the three thousand elites had lost, and the so-called elites could only make Liu Shirong feel red now.

"Victory, victory." Du Deming was still wearing a simple diving suit, and after he escaped from the boat, he immediately gathered the volunteers who escaped and attacked the rear of the Mongolian remnants, and finally disrupted the last resistance of the Mongolian remnants.

Grandma's, just like that? Du Deming looked at Li Xiang sullenly: "I've made a bargain for this kid again." ”

"I said Li Xiang, at this moment, you have something to say?" Du Deming was a little nervous in his heart, maybe he couldn't believe such a result, but after seeing that he only said one word to Liu Shirong, he became a stuffy gourd, and urged.

"We've won." Li Xiang smiled, but his heart was full of pain, if he could, he would rather turn killing into friendship and hatred into love, but it was precisely because of the existence of love that he could fight hard.

"Grandma's." Du Deming muttered in disapproval, but the tiredness of his body became deeper and deeper.

What should happen in the future? Du Deming didn't think about it, at least not now, but he knew that it would be even more difficult in the future.

Naturally, the Mongols would not tolerate their defeat, and retribution might soon come, and the Mongols had besieged Sichuan for more than five years, and their jackals would not be satisfied with the current situation. Behind him, is his country, is his home, and there is an elderly father in the family, and he must use his merits to comfort his father who was crushed by his uncle all his life. He knew that his father had a hard time these years, because he was often overwhelmed by this huge pressure, and he was unwilling to live in the shadow of his uncle forever, so he was willing to take the risk of following Li Xiang on this road of no return.

"Victory, victory." Lin Zaixing leaned down and muttered in Lin Feng's ear, Lin Feng, who had been refusing to close his eyes, suddenly closed his eyes.

Is this a consolation to the old man or cruelty to the old man, Lin Zaixing doesn't know that the Tartars will not sit back and wait for this defeat, so what will happen to Lin Zeng, who is rumored to have taken refuge in the Tartars? He couldn't believe that Yang Sheng, who had successfully escaped the battlefield, would treat him well.

Lin Feng has fulfilled the promise he made when he went to war, and he should and must be respected. Boy, should you die on the battlefield? This may be the best destination for the old man, and Lin Zaixing would rather believe it.

This is a hard-won victory, Lin Zaixing gently sorted out the worn armor on Lin Feng's body, perhaps this simple armor has been with him for more time than himself, Lin Zaixing decided to keep this armor for the old man on the day of Lin Feng's burial, this is his glory, and he defended this glory with his life. Just like many other Great Song soldiers, they should also have this glory.