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Xiao Yan heard this gloomy and low singing, and felt faintly uneasy in his heart, so he said to Fan Xiang: "Brother Fan Xiang, let's go ashore soon, I don't know what happened in the village,...... The sound of this song made me feel uncomfortable in my heart. ”

"Okay, let's go to the shore. Fan Xiang propped up the penny and paddled towards the low-lying ground at the water's edge under the willow forest.

At this moment, there was something strange in the water, and there seemed to be many fish shuttling under the water, and then, I saw a number of eels as big as dogs and sheep jumping out of the water, these fish with pointed heads, iron thorn-like dorsal fins, and wide bodies, constantly jumping out or falling into the water, splashing huge splashes, stirring the water surface as if boiling.

When Xiao Yan saw it, his face changed greatly, and he pointed to the eel that jumped in and out, and said in a trembling voice: "Eel, this is a eel...... Brother Fanxiang, it's not good, there is an enemy invading my village!"

"From these fish, you can see that there is an enemy invasion at home, Miss Xiaoyan, you are really a god, hehe. Fan Xiang looked at the eel on the water, smiled, and said, disapproving.

"I really don't lie to you, Brother Fanxiang, my ghost cave people are all descendants of the Han family, and my family's Dazhai has been in accordance with the will of the Han Emperor in Dongshengzhou for thousands of years, managing the remote places of the Han family, and living by water. When I was young, my sister taught me to read the village chronicles, which recorded that 'the eel, its shape is like a bird, and when it moves, there are soldiers in its city'. Although I haven't seen it, but these are all recorded by the ancestors, it shouldn't be wrong, you believe me, okay?"

Fan Xiang looked at Xiao Yan's anxious expression, and felt quite uneasy in her heart, so she said gently: "Miss Xiao Yan, don't worry, I believe you." We're almost on the shore, and we'll be fine when we get ashore. ...... Well, don't worry!" Fan Xiang soothed Xiao Yan, vigorously propped up the penny, and rowed towards the shore of the willow forest.

When the bamboo raft approached the bank under the willow forest, a torrential rain poured down without warning, and this section of the river immediately became turbid, and the raindrops the size of soybeans hit the water surface, like thousands of horses galloping over the river. It had been about one-sixth of a pillar of incense, and the rain had stopped, and the river immediately became blue as lacquer, with strange and soft blue ripples, like a huge and soft blue satin spread on the surface of the river. At the same time, the color of the water is constantly changing, as if there is a soul and the heart is restless. The torrential rain stopped for a while, and the sky above the canyon suddenly appeared again, and a sharp sandstorm hit. Under the shroud of sandstorms, the inhabited place of the ghost cave clan was full of darkness. Then, the yellow sand swept up, and the whistling wind and sand blew so that the two of them couldn't open their eyes, and their mouths were full of sand. I only heard the wind whirring in my ears. The world is dusty and chaotic. Such a sandstorm weather that comes from flat land without warning is not common in Lingzuka Gorge, even in the traditional northwest desert with more wind and sand. Standing on the bamboo raft, you can clearly feel the pain of the sand and dust hitting your body, and the raft body involuntarily whirls on the water near the shore.

"Brother Fanxiang, I'm afraid!"

"Xiao Yan, don't be afraid, hold on to my hand!" Fan Xiang hurriedly stretched out his left hand and grabbed Xiao Yan's right hand tightly.

Ever since Fan Xiang swallowed the Snow Lotus Shangqing Pill sent by Akihara Hui, the Samadhi True Fire that Taishang Laojun had locked his spiritual aperture would occasionally be weaker than the counterattack of the Dantian Yuan Force in his body, and it was no longer as strong as it was at the beginning. At this time, he hurriedly used the accumulated yuan power in the dantian, tried his best to exert the star attraction gravity jack pendant magic skill taught by the master, and stomped his feet on the bamboo raft so that it no longer swirled. The sails on the raft had been blown off by the gale, leaving only half of the stump, and the reins of the big green horse were still tied to it. Seeing that the mount was safe, he propped up the long penny with one hand, propped the boat to the foot of the mountain under the willow forest, and moored the bamboo raft near the shore.

At this moment, a blazing heat wave rushed towards Fanxiang and Xiaoyan from mid-air.

The two of them stood in the willow forest on the shore and looked up, but they saw a huge fireball as hot as the sun suddenly appeared in the sky, drifting back and forth halfway up the mountainside where the people of the Ghost Cave Tribes lived, blowing thin flames and heat waves into those caves. The earth was scorched, and in front of the entrances of those caves, the wooden overhead carriages were on fire one after another, and some of the ghost cave villagers who were still hiding in them could not bear the huge heat, and floated out of the caves.

The fireball resembled a huge ball of fire, and there was a faint bird in the fireball, its shape was faintly recognizable, it was black, white-headed, and four-legged, and it was harnessing the flames. The heat emitted by it scorched the peaks, land, and forests of the surrounding area, burning many animals and plants in between. The forest at the top of the mountain was on fire, and patches of trees and crops burned in the flames, except for the slope at the foot of the mountain. Animals of all kinds, like pigs and wolves, are running around like crazy in search of a place to escape the disaster, a place to save their lives, or a shady place. Many of the ghost cave villagers who were on fire fell into the canyon from the halfway up the mountainside, crying and crying, which was unbearable.

The water seemed to be boiling to the surface, and all the fish jumped out of the water, and the monsters in the water climbed ashore to avoid the sudden disaster.

Fan Xiang hurriedly jumped on the horse, pulled Xiao Yan up, sat behind him, clamped his legs, and the big green horse neighed, let go of its four hooves, and galloped towards the song that was sung in the willow forest just now.

After a while, he ran out of the willow forest, came to a grassy slope at the foot of the mountain, looked from afar, only to see the middle of the slope, on the green grass, there is an encirclement, outside the encirclement, the flag is unfurled, a thousand horses and horses of the Beigong servant army gallop back and forth, the rumbling sound of the war drum sounded three times, and then stopped, the momentum was very strong.

On the hillside not far from the encirclement, an eagle with a white background brocade stood high, facing the wind and making a big noise. The eagle in the big sword, purple and black, with a circle of white hair on its head, eagle eyes looking around, spreading its wings, full of arrogance, is the flag of the Beigong servant army.

Beneath the throne stood a strange-looking general. It can be vaguely seen that the general's facial features are extremely weird, it seems that with the change of his mood, he will be shaped like a mouse face, a moment will be shaped like a bird's face, and then he will change back to a human face, with two hands and four feet, wearing a black robe and iron armor, and a long-handled broadsword is inserted in the ground in front of him, and in the sunlight, a faint red flame flashes, called Agni Leng Yan Saw, coldly looking at the people surrounded by the military array.

In the encirclement, a middle-aged woman in green clothes with a black scarf on her head is holding a full moon scimitar, and a person behind her is holding a golden dragon with a red background in her hand, the golden dragon opens its teeth and claws, embroidered very mightily and majesticly, with more than 3,000 ghost cave warriors, forming a circle, protecting more than 4,000 old and weak women and children in it, and outside the human circle, there are about 5,000 Beigong servants and soldiers wearing black clothes and iron armor in all directions, holding guns and knives, stretching bows and arrows, waiting to shoot the military order.

At this time, a centurion jumped out of the Beigong military formation, holding a spear, and did not speak, stabbed the woman in Tsing Yi with a spear, and the attack was fierce, after a few moves, the woman shouted, jumped up, avoided the gun, grabbed a step, and slashed between the centurion's neck, and the blood sprayed three feet when he landed, and the centurion screamed in pain, raised his hand to cover his neck, took a few steps back, and then fell to the ground, and died on the spot.

The woman in Tsing Yi glanced around at the enemy, raised her hand to wipe the blood on her face, slowly withdrew her knife, and retreated to her own front.

The different-faced general under the Great Banner frowned slightly, turned back to a slender herald behind him, and said: "You go and ask the harlequin again, to descend, or not to surrender?" As long as you hand over Su Xinyan and the Immortal Tear 'Shark Pearl', I will let them go of the whole village, if not, they will be killed." ”

"No!" The herald held a small green flag, walked to the front of the formation, and shouted to the woman in green clothes: "Spread the order of General Wanfu Changyan Wu, the vanguard of the Western Route Army of the Beigong Servant Legion, to surrender quickly with the ugly female clowns of the Ghost Cave Village under the Dongsheng Han Army, and hand over the 'Shark Pearl', the treasure of Su Xinyan and the town of this village, to show her sincerity, otherwise, you will be killed!"

The woman in green clothes slowly wiped the blood stains with the knife in her hand on her sleeve, raised her head, looked at the herald of Beigong coldly, spat on the ground, and looked around at the hundreds of ghost cave clan martyrs lying on the grass and sacrificed, and said nothing. More than a hundred Ghost Cave Clan warriors immediately jumped out behind him, standing in front of the formation, and one of them was a strong man in his thirties who said loudly to the herald: "You devils who kill a thousand knives, if you want to fight, what nonsense!"

Seeing this, the herald did not say more, and as soon as the flag in his hand was unfurled, a hundred-person team jumped out of the Beigong formation, and the centurion waved the scimitar in his hand, and the subordinates rushed up, in groups of three, formed a queue, and rushed forward.

The thirty-three black-clothed armor soldiers of the Beigong team each held a single knife and iron spear in their hands, and they shot fiercely, and the swords and guns were all aimed at the fatal place of the enemy, and they turned around and fought like a marquee.

The black-clothed armor warriors formed a strict formation, and each trio cut the more than 100 ghost cave clan warriors in front of the formation into dozens of blocks that could not take care of each other. Those black-clad armor soldiers automatically formed a combat unit every three, and several three-person teams formed a larger combat unit, covering each other's attacks, and then each combat unit pressed on the opponent's five or six people, and between one advance and one blow, these three-person units were like a whole, attacking and defending freely, and attacking in combination. Each trio of black-clad warriors wrapped the opponents in it on two wings, and one person in the middle of the lane slaughtered indiscriminately. Although the warriors of the Ghost Cave Clan had also received strict military tactical training, they had never confronted such a well-organized army, so they were forced to shrink into a ball, and the people inside could not attack. In an instant, many people were killed by the opponent's swords and guns,......。

Fan Xiang was on the hillside, and from a distance he saw the battle formation of those Beigong armor soldiers in the killing field under the hillside, and felt that he seemed to know ,—— it was quite similar to the three-star formation of the slanting moon taught by the master. This three-star formation of the oblique moon is based on the principle of the three-three formation of the soldiers' attack, and in the battle, the oblique moon knife method is used, and the three-star formation is rolled out, and the combatants rely on the formation to gallop in the formation. Once this formation is deployed, hundreds of generals will break in, and the Chinese army can be taken, and thousands of horses can be divided, and thousands of people can be enveloped. But the formation in front of me and what the master taught is plausible, very rudimentary and shallow, just like a child who has just started.

In the past, when I was learning this formation, I saw that the traitor brother Amaterasu had practiced his body shape into a number of mimic illusions, and added his own understanding, and practiced this three-star formation of the slanting moon into a unique secret method of divine skills, and practiced the slanting moon knife technique in the formation extremely exquisitely, and Amaterasu named it "Trinity Heavy Skill". Come to think of it, after Acarasu took refuge in Beigong Heavenly Court, in order to gain the trust of Beigong Meidi, he taught the introductory mental method and formation technique of this formation to the servants of Beigong to improve the combat effectiveness of the Beigong Devil Legion. However, in Fan Xiang's eyes, this kind of shallow and entry-level three-three formation can be easily broken as long as he uses the Slanting Moon Sword Technique to break through the middle lane of the three.

At this time, in the sky overhead, the sun of late April was hanging high in the world, and the sky was clear.

Fan Xiang stood on the edge of the willow forest on the hillside, looked at the killing field from a distance, and saw that in a moment, there were more than a hundred more corpses. Among those who died, there were few black-clothed armor soldiers, but most of them were young and middle-aged, either with different heads or severed limbs, and under the sun, they died fiercely.

The eagle flag with a white background outside the encirclement, and the hideous bald eagle embroidered on the flag, hunted and fluttered in the clear sky.

The slender herald saw the battlefield situation, walked out from behind the battle, looked at the woman in green clothes arrogantly, and said, "Harlequin, what else do you have to say?"

"There's nothing to say!" the clown said coldly as she looked at the fallen warrior in front of her, slashed the knife in her hand into the air.

When the herald saw the harley like this, he took out a small yellow flag and said loudly, "General Flame Transmission Command, kill all the enemies in the ghost cave, and leave no one behind!"

I only heard the rumbling of war drums in the Beigong army, and there were three heralds on the military order post in front of the battle, each waving a big yellow flag and dancing in the air, although there were only three people, but the big flag was hunting in the wind, and the rumbling drum sounded, and the momentum was very mighty.

The black-clothed armor soldiers in the battle formation shouted in unison, three, three, five, five, five, covering each other and retreating backwards, while the sergeants who surrounded the people of the Ghost Cave Clan collected their bows and arrows.

At this moment, there was a roar in the sky above the battlefield, and the huge fireball spewed flames and fell between the two armies, and the four-legged blackbird in the fireball spewed several flames into the open space between the two armies, and the sound exploded.

The fireball stopped in the middle of the battlefield, and the four-legged blackbird poked its head out of the fireball, looking at the harlequin, whose face was the same as that of the Beigong vanguard general, Yan Yong, from time to time conjured up three faces, and screamed: "Those who surrender live, and those who resist die!" I repeat, clown, as long as you hand over Su Xinyan and Shark Pearl, you will spare your whole clan, and I will be a man of my word. ”

The crowd in the encirclement was like a flock of lambs waiting to be slaughtered, some of them stood up straight with the wounded, and some of the unwounded warriors still clung to their weapons, and no one paid attention to the enemy's persuasion to surrender.

The woman in Tsing Yi ignored the flame and man, turned to face everyone, and said loudly: "Are you afraid? My ghost cave life is the Han family, death is the soul of the Han family, guarding the frontier and protecting the border, it is our duty, for five thousand years, my Han family has not knelt, only standing, life is happy, death will be killed!"

"Born as a Han family, die as the soul of the Han family!"

"If you live, you will be happy, and if you die, you will die!"

In the encirclement, all the people of the Ghost Cave stood in unison and shouted in unison.

The bird-shaped flame in the fireball said coldly: "You people, it's really boring, dying to the end, and still talking nonsense. He looked coldly at the lambs to the slaughter in front of him, and the flames shone in his mouth.

The woman in Tsing Yi looked at the people around her who were covered in blood, and the stumps of her comrades-in-arms were lying on the ground, and the killing field was surrounded by black-clothed soldiers, and she felt sad, turned her head to look at the home on the mountainside, and sang loudly: "Dress me Hanxi, prosper my Hanbang......; ”

Thousands of people died together, which was also tragic and desolate, and everyone sang the song from their hometown in the Far East:——

Dress me Han, prosper my Hanbang;

Sing my Han Fuxi, sing my business soup;

Hold my halberd and guard my Han Township;

Hundreds of battles are dead, I am Hanlang;

I am a Han Langxi, and I should be a national martyr;

The neck is slaughtered, and the four directions are crossed;

Now I look back and think of my hometown;

Be with the son, and be generous;

Be with the son, don't lose it, don't forget;

The soul returns to the world, and there is no injury!

......

The heroes of the ghost cave regard death as home, singing loudly, it is the pride of the Han family, it is the true character of the son, rough and heroic, death will die, after all, we have fought unyieldingly for a common ideal and belief, and there is no regret and regret!

The sun of April was high in the sky near the east, and it seemed to be within reach, sprinkling a transparent and blood-red halo on this blood-soaked land, and also on the calm faces of the soldiers and women, children, and children in the ghost caves guarding the border of the Han family, giving them a bleak and holy and soft brilliance.

At this time, there was no wind, no clouds, but there was sunshine, there was the smell of salty blood, and there was desolation and sorrow, and there was no regret .......