As soon as the two sides first got in touch, Gao Rui, who stayed in Xincheng, began to regret it. His initial judgment was correct, the Sui army in front of him was indeed a remnant army that was randomly combined, and it could be seen from the omissions in their formation that these people had not been fighting together for long.

However, the remnants of this group of haphazard combinations actually broke out with amazing combat effectiveness. With half the number of people less than the other side, they actually rushed head-on into the phalanx of the Goguryeo people. There were countless flaws in their ranks, but at this point, they were like jagged steel files.

The first file was filed, and a thick layer was removed from the Goguryeo array.

The Goguryeo soldiers who rushed forward fell screaming, and in disbelief they saw the enemy's horizontal swords drawn from their bodies and stabbed at their companions with a flash of blood. Immediately afterward, he heard the screams of his companions, saw his companion's body fall beside him, and saw a Sui man who looked about the same as himself, laughing and falling into the dust.

The Goguryeo offensive came to an abrupt halt, and with a loud clash, the ranks of both sides instantly changed shape, and the soldiers squeezed their opponents with their shields face to face, stabbing each other between the shields and arms with horizontal knives and spears. There were people screaming and falling, but the arrays on both sides refused to take half a step back. The living stepped on the corpses of their companions, staggering and waving their swords and spears, and the wounded cried out loudly, but prayed for no mercy.

The soldiers who rushed to the front row were quickly exhausted, but the soldiers in the back row rushed to the front. People are pushing and squeezing each other, and flesh is flying!

The Sui army took advantage of its geographical advantage to squeeze forward and try to squeeze the Goguryeo people down the hillside. The Goguryeo people relied on their numerical superiority to rush forward and try to squeeze the Sui army into meat sauce. The time of stalemate is short and long, countless lives return to the embrace of the earth at this moment, countless souls fly high in the sky, looking down on their bodies in the wind, there is no hatred, only a deep attachment to life.

The long wind is whisking, the flowing water is quiet, and the slanting sun dyes the woods and mountains with a wisp of bright golden red. In the long world, among the green grass, the fire-like battle flags are flying and rolling.

The Goguryeo people slowly began to retreat, although they were nearly three times the number of each other, but the murderous aura that erupted from the other party was more than a hundred times that of them.

The Han people in front of them are like slender men on both sides of the riverbank, shouting a neat trumpet every time they take a step forward. And that trumpet is like a spell, with only two syllables in its short time, but it makes countless people's eyes blood-red and forget about death.

Gao Rui could understand those two Chinese characters, and although they came against the wind, these two words made him shudder.

"Go home!" An unknown soldier in the front row waved his sword and shouted, squeezing into the middle of several Goguryeo soldiers. The stabbing spears quickly made him bleed, and before the blood ran out and his strength was exhausted, he made at least three Goguryeo people lose their combat effectiveness.

"Go home!" A fallen soldier shouted hoarsely, rolled down the mountain, and hugged the calf of a Goguryeo man. The two of them rolled in pools of blood, fighting, knives, knees, teeth, all the weapons they could use to attack, until they were both to dust.

"Brethren, go home!" Liu Hongji held a walking lance, sweeping, smashing vertically, and stabbing obliquely, like a mad tiger. The Goguryeo people who stood in front of him were quickly killed through a gap, and countless Great Sui soldiers squeezed into it along the gap, widening the flaws in the enemy formation more and more.

At this moment, they don't fight for fame, they don't fight for the emperor, they only think about going home.

Although the home is thousands of miles west of Liaoshui, although that home may not be luxurious.

Perhaps, it was a dilapidated earthen kiln barely sheltered from the wind and rain, perhaps, it was a woodhouse made of a few logs and a few bundles of thatch, but there was no place in the world that was warmer than there.

That's the only place you can relax yourself. Whether you're a hero or a cowardly outside, whether you're dressed in brocade robes or unclothed, it will open a door to you. Behind the door, the faces under the oil lamp, which may not be pretty, but very familiar, will welcome you, bring you a bowl of hot rice, a basin of hot water. Then listen quietly to you tell the stories that may not be wonderful in the journey, but are very trivial.

It will contain everything about you, even if you have nothing but scars, it will tell you that there is a door that will always be left for you, a light that will always be on for you, and a group of people who will always be proud of you.

"Go home!" The soldiers shouted, forgetting to die.

Most Goguryeo people couldn't hear what the other person was shouting, but they could feel the frenzy in the other person's eyes at the moment. They began to hesitate and retreat, and some of the soldiers standing at the end of the squashed phalanx began to loosen their steps and retreat. As soon as the crowding force on the back was light, the soldiers in the front row, who were under great pressure, immediately accelerated their pace of retreat. Like a tidal wave on a reef, they retreated faster than they could rush forward, leaving behind a trail of shattered weapons and corpses.

Within a quarter of an hour of the battle, the garrison of Xincheng had to throw his men and horses into battle, and at the same time he ordered his men, who were on guard on the flanks, to move closer to the center in case the enemy attacked his own position. The Sui army's attack was too strong, and it was difficult for the defenders of Xincheng to complete the expected goal of destroying the enemy, in this case, he could only shrink the defense and consume the opponent's combat power with numbers.

The Goguryeo army that was trailing behind the Sui people was not far away, and Gao Rui was sure that as long as he held out for an afternoon, tomorrow morning, he would be able to see the hope of victory.

The input of 2,000 reserve soldiers and horses failed to save the battle, and the two sides only stalemate for a very short time, and the Goguryeo people were pressed down again. Part of the pressure came from the enemy troops, part of the pressure came from themselves, and even more pressure came from the mental, "Go home!" "Go home!" "Go home!" The cries of the landslide and tsunami were overwhelming.

"Go home!" "Go home!" "Go home!" The sound of the hillside made the cavalry enthusiastic. But they couldn't move, and the cavalry of the two regiments were under the command of the cold-blooded boy in front, and the boy standing next to a black steed had not made any gestures so far.

Li Xu could feel the burning gaze behind him, and he heard his teeth clattering. The knife in his hand was also like crazy, ready to jump out of its sheath at any time. However, he could not move, it was a fatal blow, and a blow could decide life and death.

In the distance, the enemy's formation had begun to shrink, and the battle was becoming more and more fierce. After the momentum that the hillside could provide was exhausted by the officers and soldiers of the Great Sui, everyone had to pay the price of blood for every inch of advance. But the blood-stained road back has always been unrelentingly forward, and no matter how many people Goguryeo pounced on, it could not stop them in the slightest.

"Go home!" The Great Sui soldiers roared indulgently, and their murderous anger went straight to the bullfight. The Goguryeo blockade was getting weaker and weaker, some had begun to run to the sides of the phalanx, and some had begun to look back to see if the commander would make the decision to withdraw from the battlefield. This decline made Gao Rui, the defender of the new city, anxious, so he had to constantly mobilize soldiers from the flank guard team to replenish the front, constantly shrinking the formation. At this time, his battle strategy had completely changed from attacking to shrinking defense, but he was still unable to regain the initiative on the battlefield.

As a last resort, Gao Rui gritted his teeth and transferred all the men and horses on the flanks back, and the Sui army forward was about to break through his defensive line, and he couldn't help but take a risk.

At the same time, Xue Shixiong, who was standing on the hillside, raised the blood-red daqi beside him with his own hands.

"Brothers, fight your way!" Xue Shixiong held his sword high and shook it desperately.

"Brothers, go home!" Li Xu's arm slammed down, recognized the stirrup, and got on the horse.

"Kill--" The 600 iron horsemen who had endured to the limit rushed out of the valley like a torrent, and automatically divided into two spear-like queues in the gallop, one spear penetrated directly into the core of the Goguryeo army from the flank, and the other spear turned a corner and pounced on the back of the Goguryeo army.

The Goguryeo soldiers were stunned by the sudden appearance of the enemy army, they did not expect the enemy commander to be so patient, and actually endured until the last moment to deliver the fatal blow. They smelled the murderous aura of the horses' hooves, but they didn't have any chess pieces in their hands.

Without them having time to consider changing formations, the first "spear" stabbed quickly, and in the face of the Goguryeo soldiers who hurriedly turned to meet the battle, the "spear" only delayed slightly, and then pierced into the soft underbelly of the Goguryeo army.

The spear blade is Liu Wuzhou, the spear blade is Yuwen Zhong and Yu Wenji, Wang Yuantong, Qi Poning and Yu Wenshi and three people with a large group of men and horses form a thick and long spear handle. The spear entered the battle, and the coordination of the Goguryeo people was immediately disrupted, and the main general Gao Rui desperately shook the battle flag and transferred people to seal the gap, but he could only watch as an iron thistle bone crisscrossed his phalanx, and under the double pressure of the front and flanks, in the blink of an eye, the phalanx was in danger of collapsing.

The iron thistle bone used in Liu Wuzhou's hand was handed over to him by the general Wang Rengong during the Battle of Liaoshui. On the same day, the remnants of Zuo Wuwei, under the leadership of General Wang Rengong, lined up and rushed into battle, forcing tens of thousands of Goguryeo troops to retreat again and again with the help of half-guard men and horses. On that day, the entire bank of the Liao River remembered the majestic battle flag of Zuo Wuwei.

Today, Zuo Wuwei no longer exists. General Wang Rengong didn't know where he went, the robes that lived and died together were all parked by the Ma Qi water, and all Liu Wuzhou could find was these few people around him. But these people will never fall for the prestige of the old general of the wheat iron rod and the general Wang Rengong forged by blood.

"Zuo Wuwei!" Liu Wuzhou drank loudly, and smashed an oncoming Goguryeo general with a wave of the iron thistle bone flower.

"Kill!" Several veterans roared, and the horses' hooves trampled over the corpses of the enemy generals, making a bloody alley through the crowd. Several groups of Goguryeo people wearing pro-soldier uniforms came from both sides and tried to cut off Liu Wuzhou and others, but they were forced on both sides by Wang Yuantong and Qi Poning with cavalry.

"Kill them all, let's go home!" Wang Yuantong shouted, a long lance danced whirring, he used the lance technique is still jerky, but only attack, not defend. The two former strong men of the grain army beside him were armed with horizontal knives, protecting the waist and ribs of Wang Shen's army, only defending and not attacking.

The three of them fought their way forward and used their blades to split their way home.

Home is an inch of land, an inch of land that you can't give up wherever you go.

Home is a ray of light, no matter the landslide in front of you, or the tiger and wolf around, but you always straighten the spine that is not strong, and the light of the brave guard.

They want to go home, and on this road, people block and kill, and Buddhas block and kill Buddhas.

Under the powerful offensive of the Sui army, the Goguryeo soldiers scattered and fled. They really couldn't support it, the Sui soldiers who killed them on the other side were not people, they were a group of elephants, a group of elephants who were attached to the grass and trees in their hometown. No matter who takes their way, the end will inevitably be shattered.

"Go up, go up!" Gao Rui heard his voice with a crying voice, he couldn't stop crying, the thistle terrestris bone on the side was less than twenty feet away from his big curtain, but the soldier in front of him ran back with his head in his hands, ran past him, and kept his head to the east.

To the northeast, a wisp of smoke and dust was rolling up at high speed, leaving only corpses where the smoke swept through.

The roars, the neighing of horses, the groans of the dead, the cries of the desperate, whipped Gao Rui's heart. Suddenly, he stopped shouting, lifted the lance, and rushed towards the thistle terrestris.

At that moment, Gao Rui heard silence all around. He knew he was going to die in battle, but he was going to die with the thistle bones. The nearby soldiers moved out of the way, watching their generals face off against the enemy generals, and at this moment, a sudden wind blew from the oblique thorn, and Gao Rui instinctively turned his head sideways, and then, he saw a long arrow grow out of his neck. In the smoke and dust, a young man collected his bow and sword, and the horse's hooves rolled up a piece of blood.

"Poof!" Liu Wuzhou waved his arm and swept Gao Rui's body off his mount. Immediately after, he lifted the thistle terrestris bone and smashed the handsome flag of the Goguryeo people with a hammer.

"Go home!" The cavalry shouted loudly and galloped back and forth among the Goguryeo people, stepping on a heavy blood mist every time they went back and forth. On the edge of the blood mist, the Goguryeo people hid in Tibet like a flock of sheep, and they had no idea of resisting. Countless people jumped into Xiaoliaoshui in a panic, and were swept up by the waves, screaming and drifting southwest.

The Sui army, which rushed forward, caught up with the Goguryeo from the back and cut it down. Jump over their corpses, chase on to the next target, slash, skip, never give up...

The slanting sun couldn't bear to see this tragic scene, and quietly hid his head behind the clouds. The blood-like clouds instantly dyed red and blood-colored for a long time, and the blood color grew all over the world, and it was a blood-colored river.

There was a blood-red battle flag planted on the bank of the river, and the old general Xue Shixiong held the flag in one hand and a knife in the other, and his hair was flying.

Someone picked up a wounded companion, someone picked up a dying robe in the pile of corpses. Under the battle flag, people slowly began to converge, converge, and converge into a blood-red military formation.

"Brethren, let's go home!" Xue Shixiong waved his hand and led all the surviving brothers to stride west along the riverside.

The blood-red river is surging and rushing.

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