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Wen Huaguo and the two rushed to kill for a while, and the Yuan army scattered and fled for their lives. The clever ones bypassed the rear formation, and there was a way out; Stupid, hiding in Tibet, will inevitably be stabbed in the head. The Buddhist slave is really patient, and he can't just look at it. Zheng Baihu was afraid of being annoyed by the killing, so he forced the Yuan army to rescue, waved the flag, and took the initiative to retreat.

The Buddhist slave pointed forward with a whip: "Look, look, how can anyone who takes advantage of it retreat?" There must be deception in this, but fortunately, I didn't listen to you and attacked rashly. ”

A hundred households who had gone through several battles couldn't help but say: "My lord, there are only 800 people, what is the fraud?" From the villain's point of view, it was the red thief who was timid, afraid that we would cover it up, so he made dumplings. ”

"It makes sense." Hearing this, the Buddhist slave pondered for a moment and was moved; He looked at it with great eyes, and the red scarf camp in the distance was clear, with a large array in the middle and wings on both sides, and it seemed that there was indeed no ambush. After brushing his beard a few times, last night's defeat really gave him too many shadows, and between attacking and not attacking, when he couldn't make a decision, in the red scarf formation, the little general who had previously stabbed out galloped out again.

I saw him showing off his might in front of the battle, carrying a bow and arrow, aiming at the vanguard of the fleeing Yuan army, shooting in succession, and knocking down three people in one go. He threw away his bow again, held his spear, and galloped between the two armies, shouting for battle.

"How dare eight hundred men be so strong?" The Buddha slave immediately made a decision, and first stabilized, and secretly thought, "Could it be that the red thief has encountered another defeat, and the situation is great?" "It is a herald, and he scatters his rangers, and inquires around to see if there is any invincibility.

"Li Guang's wisdom." The hundred households said, "My lord, please give the order to attack, the red thief is bluffing." ”

The Buddhist slave snorted twice, and glanced at the hundred households obliquely, even you know that it is Li Guang's old wisdom, how can Lord Ben not know? How can the red thief not know? Soldiers, virtual and real, virtual and real, virtual and real, real and virtual. Could it be that the red thief must be bluffing, not waiting for our army to enter? He scolded: "Low! Retire. "Make up your mind, figure out the situation before you make a plan.

The hundred households were indignant and had nothing to do, so they had to be unwilling to retreat. His eyes were in front of the battle, looking at the red thief general, galloping back and forth.

Deng She challenged again and again, but no one from the Yuan army came forward. The horsepower gradually became insufficient, so he picked up the bow and shot a few arrows vigorously, and then the horse returned to the battle. Several officers gathered around Zheng Baihu to discuss their next steps. Madame Wang also stood on one side.

Dunshe jumped off his horse, and the waiting soldiers took his mount and took care of himself. Someone else offered him food and water to replenish his strength. He hadn't eaten anything since last night, and he felt hungry after the stasis in his chest had dispersed in the rush. He took it over, and didn't go to Zheng Baihu's side, he and Zhao Guo sat more than a dozen steps away together, and ate with water.

He had woken up from his sorrow, and when reason came back to him, the first thing he felt was like stepping on the edge of a cliff. I don't know where I'm going. Since he wore into this world, although he has been killing constantly and his life is difficult, he has his own father first, and then Deng San, who has been taking care of him, or it can be said, has been protecting him.

They are not only his protectors in this world, but also his guides in this world.

When they were, he didn't have to think about what to do next. Even if he occasionally thinks about it, looking at his teenage body and thinking about his ignorance of this history, he is very self-aware, and he will quickly give up those daydreams that he himself thinks are unrealistic.

But now it's different.

In the sense of his body's blood and family, he became helpless*; From the spiritual world that he came from in later life, he felt lonely and empty. He didn't want to die, he wanted to live. Even, he didn't just want to live.

More than ten years of experience and experience, witnessing all kinds of cases of Han people being discriminated against and destroyed; made him, who is also a Han Chinese, hate Tartar like these red scarves.

What's more, his own father died at the hands of the Tartars; Hundreds of old thieves whom he knew, cared for him, and cared for him, also died at the hands of the Tartars; And after Deng San also died at the hands of the Tartars, the hatred and hatred for the Tartars reached its peak.

This is not only a hatred, but even a deep sense of shame. On the land of China, where the Han people have lived since ancient times and their ancestors have continued for generations, they are called Chinese people, but they are not Han people.

It's a shame. Therefore, the fanaticism and urgency with which he wanted to see the rise and stand of the Han nation again were so strong that even though it was his own emotion, it was so strong that he couldn't believe it.

Therefore, he also wanted to contribute a little bit of his strength as a Han to it.

Revenge, Han people's clothes, his two ideas are actually the same. How? Like Zheng Baihu said, "Ask Wang Shicheng for help"? Just look at how Deng San died, you know that the power is not in his own hands, let alone anything else, and he can't even save his own life.

Deng San died because he was not the commander of this army; Zheng Baihu did not die because he was the de facto commander of this force. Of course, maybe no one can escape the pursuit of the Yuan army in the last red scarf. However, he was sure that by that time, the last ones to die would be Zheng Baihu and Mrs. Wang.

"I'd rather live ten years less and have no right to take a day off." When I think of this tune I heard when I was a horse thief, I was right!

Just thinking about it, a little incense wafted. Deng She looked up to see that Mrs. Wang was approaching. got out of the carriage and looked closely, Mrs. Wang was not tall, probably because she had traveled with Wang Shicheng's army all the year round, and her complexion was a little dark. The eyebrows are thin and the nose is straight, handsome and familiar.

She squatted down and lifted the corners of her skirt, which was a blessing. Deng She hurriedly stood up and returned the salute: "What is the lady doing, my subordinates don't dare to do it." ”

This was the first time Madame Wang had seen Deng She up close, and Deng She's youth made her slightly surprised. She did a good job of hiding the surprise and didn't show it. Quietly, she looked at Deng She from top to bottom, and then said: "First, for Xie Deng Qianhu, he died because of me, I will never forget this great kindness; Second, General Xie Xiaodeng rushed into battle today, if there was no general, he would not be able to win; The right people called the battle, the generals were brave, and the Tartars were cold, which won a valuable buffer rest time for our army. ”

Every word she uttered was clear and slippery, as if it had rolled down from the tip of her tongue; It is like a glass ball bouncing in the aromatherapy rouge, clear and charming.

Deng She felt that the smell of sweat, blood, and dust on his body was too unpleasant, and took a few steps back. avoided talking about Deng San's death, and only said that he was rushing into battle today, and he said: "The lady praises falsely." Today's rush into battle, the first merit is Zheng Baihu's proper employment; The second skill is Chen Baihu's on-the-spot scheduling; The third merit, the subordinate soldier Zhao Guo, in the formation of ten thousand troops, single-handedly captured the Tartar general. Zheng Baihu, the courage of the whole army; Chen Baihu, the courage to raise the battle; Zhao Guo, the courage of a fierce general. subordinates, none of them can be compared. ”

Mrs. Wang smiled and pointed to Zhao Guo, who stood up next to Deng She: "Is this the fierce general you said was a single horse to capture the Tartar general?" When Zhao Guo handed over the captives to Zheng Baihu, she met once, and without waiting for Zhao Guo to reply, she took off a jewel pendant on her skirt, "The sword is given to the hero." When I return to Shangdu, I will make up for you. I'll give you this piece back as a gem. ”

Zhao Guo is not very old, about twenty. His father is the elder brother of the horse thief, who died in battle ten years ago, Deng San took the initiative to take over the responsibility of raising Zhao Guo, and Deng She and the two of them have been playing since childhood.

He hurriedly wiped his hands on his body, blushed, and took the pendant. He was a stalker, he couldn't speak, and when he said thank you, he only giggled.

Mrs. Wang's gaze did not linger on Zhao Duo, turned back to Deng She, and said solemnly: "The credit of General Deng Xiao is too great to give away. Let's wait to see my husband, who is famous and rich, and let the general take it. ”

Of course, Deng She would not rest assured of her words, let alone sell her life because of this sentence, without showing the slightest clue on the surface, and respectfully sent her to leave satisfied. Turning around, he said to Zhao Guo: "Let's go, go and listen to the military discussion." It was not yet noon, and the army called for battle, afraid that it would not be able to paste the Tartars for too long, so let's see the next step, whether to fight or defend. ”

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1, I'd rather live ten years less, have no right to take a day off, and be obedient when I am a husband. One day, the sky will follow people's wishes, and Saitianwen will raise 3,000 guests.

——Yan Zhongji, "Tianjingsha"

2. Back to the Gem: A gem from Central Asia.