Watching the pontoon bridge built with life completed in front of his eyes, millions of soldiers thundered with joy.

Although the number of Li Xu's grain guards was small, they shouted more excitedly than any soldiers and horses. Those who can blend in with the food guards have some way of being in their homes, so the proportion of literate soldiers in this team is much higher than that of other armies. Readers have always had an unrealistic romance in their bones, and they have seen countless odes to iron and blood in ancient poetry, and today they have witnessed a real war, although it is only the beginning, but it completely subverts the impression obtained from the book.

The scene in front of us cannot be described as tragic or magnificent. In the shouts of the soldiers of the two armies, the red blood and the life that disappeared in front of them like pythons made people's hearts full of awe, the awe of the gods in the sky, and the awe of fate and killing

In the morning, the sons and brothers in the grain guard army were waving flags and shouting on the shore without fatigue. They could see the bloodied faces of their companions, they could hear their own teeth colliding with others, and they could even feel the thighs and bodies of the people next to them trembling. Although the sound of iron crossbows whizzing nearby made them want to cover their ears several times, at this moment, most of them did not think of running for their lives. Indeed, most of them were involved in the food protection army in order to avoid going to the battlefield. But at the moment when the pontoon bridge was built, if someone gave an order, they would have drawn their weapons and rushed to the opposite bank without hesitation.

The three vanguards of Zuo Wuwei, Zuo Wei and Zuo Tunwei started at the same time, and rushed to the east bank of the Liao River against the flow of people who removed the pontoon bridge. The soldiers who crossed the shore quickly formed a team under the organization of the low-level generals. Heavy armor soldiers, sword and shield bearers in the front, pikemen and light armor in the center, archers fall behind, and small phalanxes quickly form on the other side of the river.

The Goguryeo people swarmed over like angry locusts. They tried to seize the river beach and crush the Sui army, which had just come ashore, into the cold water. The phalanx established by the government soldiers was as majestic as a rock, not only smashing the Goguryeo attacks again and again, but also constantly extending the position to both sides of the bridge, making enough space for the brothers to cross the river later. The noon sun was blazing, shining the river bright red like flames, and countless soldiers and soldiers crossed the burning river, adding a heavy touch to the red of the illuminated sky with their own blood or the blood of the enemy.

"General Qian, look at that, General Qian has passed!" A slightly immature voice sounded in Li Xu's ears. He turned his head sideways and saw that it was Erlang Shimin of the Tang family who was shouting. When Li Xu followed Zuo Wuwei Wu Greedy Lang to refine Qian Shixiong's martial arts, Li Shimin once secretly made a move next to him, so he was very familiar with Qian Shixiong's silver armor that cherished like a feather.

Li Xu just glanced at Li Shimin in a hurry, and then moved his gaze back to the other side of the river. There were so many soldiers crossing the bridge that his view was always obscured by the sensational heads. But all the scenes on the battlefield are almost the same, and after the gaze is blocked in one place, the next place is the same magnificent scene.

This is a grandiose and tragic battle that is not comparable to that of the steppe tribes. Compared with it, all the battles that Li Xu has participated in in the past two years, including the one when he broke through the old nest of Suotou Xibu under the command of Xu Dayan, were less than one-tenth of the battle in front of him. As for the bloody battle between the horse thieves and the Turkic wolf riders on the way back to the Central Plains, compared with the battle on the other side of the river, it was more like a child playing with mud, and it was not worth mentioning at all.

Li Xu heard his heavy breathing, and he also felt his heart almost beating out of his throat. He felt the wind stiffen all over his body, and the blood flowing in his veins burned his whole body as if it had been set to ashes. Except for shouting and cheering in a hoarse voice, he didn't know what else he could do for the strong men who crossed the river. But soon, shouting and cheering also became a luxury, and his voice suddenly became hoarse, and the sound he made was like a broken gong.

The figure of General Qian Shixiong appeared in his sight again, and the war horse had been stabbed to death by the enemy with a spear, and the general immediately turned into a warrior who stepped down, but it did not affect his actions in the slightest. I saw him wave his long sculpture, and there seemed to be an extra gap around him, and then he swept it, and the gap instantly increased, and the soldiers of the Great Sui Mansion behind him quickly filled the gap that the general rushed out, squeezing the Goguryeo people into the distance.

Li Xu couldn't see how many people fell under Qian Shixiong's long frame, only to see that the other party's silver armor slowly turned pink. Then, he saw that the long frame was broken, and was thrown into the enemy formation by Qian Shixiong, and the assassin Goryeo military general fell off his horse. Then, he saw Qian Shixiong holding a horizontal knife, as if he was in a no-man's land.

The Goguryeo people couldn't stand it, Li Xu thought very happily. Before he knew it, he had thought of himself as a soldier crossing the river

is desperate to win the battle. However, at the moment when his gaze shifted, he suddenly felt a great deal of fear

"Ahh Many of the Great Sui soldiers who were lining up on the west bank of the river let out an exclamation, and then there was a dead silence on the riverside. On the still, death-like river, several steaming boats with a deep draft rushed down the torrent.

"Bang!" The thud slammed into everyone's hearts like a hammer, and even the rhythm of the drummers stopped for a moment. Then, the pontoon bridge that had just been erected upstream, was knocked away by the fireboats, and the soldiers who were crossing the river fell into the red river like dumplings.

Blocked by the first few ships, the fireships of the second echelon slowed down, but they burned like a hunt, and pressed towards the second pontoon bridge like a vast building about to collapse. In the face of inevitable disasters, no one can remain calm. The soldiers on the second pontoon bridge pushed each other and screamed miserably, trying to avoid death, but the fireboat still followed the current and slowly crashed into them

The soldiers in front tried to retreat, but the soldiers in the rear did not have time to make enough space for them, countless people had fallen into the water before the fireboat hit the pontoon, countless people were trampled under their own robes, and countless others watched the fire rush towards them.

All this happened in a few breaths, but the people on the shore felt as long as tens of thousands of years had passed. The fireboat burned down the second pontoon bridge and capsized most of itself. But there were still five or six boats carried by the current, which inevitably rushed to the third pontoon.

On the east bank of the Liao River, the Goguryeo people, who had already presented their defeat, suddenly had the courage to launch a counterattack against the government soldiers with shouts. In the woods in the distance, behind the mounds, tens of thousands of Goguryeo ambush soldiers emerged, carrying scimitars, spears, bows and arrows, and iron forks, and a flock of crows swallowed up the soldiers who had passed by the river.

It was the Zuo Wuwei soldiers who crossed the river with the help of the third pontoon bridge, and they were the first to rush across the Liaoshui and set foot on the land controlled by Goguryeo. Seeing the tragedy that happened on the other two pontoon bridges, the soldiers who were crossing the river panicked. They pushed each other and tried to retreat back to the West Bank, but the whole team couldn't move a single bit.

The flames of death were approaching the blood-red river step by step, and most of the millions of soldiers on the shore had closed their eyes. Today's defeat was inevitable, although everyone had smelled victory a few breaths ago. But the opponent's defenders were scheming, luring the enemy, burning bridges, and counterattacking, and none of the actions were pinched just right. At the moment when the fireboat appeared, the fate of the thousands of soldiers who had crossed the river and the hundreds of Zuo Wuwei soldiers on the third pontoon bridge had been written, and even if Sun Wu was reborn, it could not change this tragic ending.

Some people have wept bitterly, mourning for the bloody battle on the other side of the river and the struggle in the river. Others, with their eyes wide and sad, watched the brothers on the third pontoon bridge finish their last journey, when suddenly they saw the old general of the iron rod on the third pontoon bridge raising his arms and shouting. In the cry, no one heard him shout, but the crowd on the pontoon bridge suddenly fell silent, and then the soldiers in front of the bridge held their weapons high, shouting and rushing towards the opposite bank, towards death. "Brothers, the same is death, death on the other side!" On the third pontoon bridge, the chaotic Zuowu guards heard their old general shouting. Then he saw the old general jump off his horse and jump off the pontoon bridge with the iron rod on which he became famous.

A splash of water rose high on the shore, engulfing the old man's figure. The splash was gone, and the tall body was presented to everyone again. The icy water of the river did not reach the waist of the iron rod, and countless people shouted the name of the old general in the west of the river, but he did not look back, waving the iron rod, beckoning the soldiers who were wandering on the bridge and struggling in the water, and summoned them to go to the east bank to die together.

The bridge is about to be broken, the water is deep and there is no turning back, waiting for death, can you die in state affairs? The soldiers shouted, jumped off the pontoon one by one, followed behind the wheat iron staff, and rushed to the opposite bank. On the bank of the river, the routs who were trying to turn back to the bridge squeezed on the bridge squeezed for a moment, followed by a large group of people gathered behind the iron rod, shouting and rushing to the isolated robes surrounded by the enemy.

He didn't know when the bridge was broken by the boat, or how many soldiers had followed him into the crowd. From the moment he jumped into the water, he never looked back. Leave behind a deed and countless secrets.

A Goguryeo commander rushed over with a small group of cavalry, trying to disperse the last of the soldiers. Mai Tie couldne caught up, his hand rose and fell, and Goguryeo Qu Shuai scattered with his war horse. The remaining Goguryeo tried to avenge the general, and were chopped off their mounts by the government soldiers.

Someone brought in an inferior horse, and the wheat iron rod jumped on it, and continued to rush forward with a wave of the staff. Ying Yanglang followed Meng Jincha with a small team of government soldiers closely behind the old general's horse, and as he had done for more than ten years, he personally blocked the arrows and pulled the knife for the commander. Another group of Goguryeo people rushed up, and the general led by him tried to use the speed of the war horse to stab Mai Tie Staff off his mount, but Chang Plastic stabbed him, but was caught in his hand by Mai Tie Staff. Then, an iron rod swept across, sweeping the Goguryeo people into dust.

Blood spread around the horse like a mist, dyeing the old general's white hair red. It's been a long time since I've fought so happily, and Mai Tie Cane can't remember clearly. He only remembered that he seemed to be sixteen or seventeen years old, and he was forced to become a thief, following the big boss to rob the house.

The big boss is a good man, and every time he steals something, he always divides it equally with everyone, and occasionally he will give a part of the loot to the poor people near the cottage. But the people still didn't like him, and when the government came to suppress him, the people who had received gifts led the officials and soldiers to copy the cottage from the path.

The great boss died in battle, and Mai Tiezhu remembered that he was captured, and then sacrificed to the emperor as a slave by Ouyang Yuan, the assassin of Guangzhou. At that moment, Mai Tiezhu finally realized that it was better to be a thief than to be an official. If you do an official and occasionally do good deeds, the people will be grateful. If a thief does a good deed every day, he will still be rejected by men.

Another group of Goguryeo soldiers surrounded them and were scattered by the iron rod. On the iron staff, I don't know how many people's blood was stained, and a robe was also stained with blood. Mai Tie Staff laughed, using the staff as a gun, and kept stabbing forward. Each stab will bring one of the enemy to the ground. The team of more than 100 people he led had already approached Qian Shixiong, who was surrounded by the enemy, and Qian Shixiong, who had already turned bright red in silver armor, saw the boss approaching him, smiled slightly, revealing his snow-white teeth.

His Majesty Emperor Da Chen liked the bravery of the wheat iron staff and made him an umbrella guard. Mai Tiezhu remembered that he did not like the errand of the royal guard, and every day when he left the palace, he ran a hundred miles away to rob the rich and help the poor. Later, this matter was exposed, but His Majesty the Emperor did not kill himself, but just let himself go home.

Another group of Goguryeo people surrounded him, and Mai Tiezhu felt a little tired. When you are old, you are often unable to do it. I remember when I was young, I never felt tired in front of the enemy. Even under Yang Sumo, facing hundreds of thousands of troops, the mood was just as calm.

At that time, there were as many soldiers and horses of the Great Sui as there were Goguryeo people in front of them. The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty surrendered one after another, but Mai Tiecane, who was already a civilian, joined the army and the Sui army, and he wanted to cut off Yang Su's head with his own hands to repay the kindness of His Majesty Emperor Da Chen. But before he could survive to a position close to Yang Su, His Majesty the Emperor was captured, and then Da Chen surrendered.

"Nan Chen is dead, you can follow me in the future!" Mai Tiezhu clearly remembered every word that His Royal Highness the King of Jin, who is now the Emperor of the Great Sui, said after his conspiracy was exposed by the generals. He didn't care about his bad intentions, nor did he ask who else was behind the assassination, and with just one sentence, he erased all the memories of Nan Chen in his heart.

The current enemy army was suddenly scarce, and Mai Tiezhu saw that he had converged with Qian Shixiong's team. He looked sideways at his subordinate Meng Jincha and found that the tiger general had at least five feather arrows stuck in the iron armor on his chest, but the long knife in his hand was still shiny.

"The bridge is broken!" The rod spoke again.

"Where did the marshal go?" Qian Shixiong slashed down a Goguryeo junior colonel who rushed up, and asked with a smile, as casually as if he was asking about the destination of the outing.

Mai Tiezhu pointed forward with his weapons, and the soldiers who were still able to stand raised their heads and saw the flag of the Goguryeo commander raised high on the mound in the distance.

"Zuo Wuwei!" Ying Yanglang shouted Meng Jincha and led a small group of soldiers to rush towards the enemy's main formation.

"Zuo Wuwei!" Qian Shixiong was unwilling to be subservient, and led another team of soldiers to rush in side with Meng Jincha.

"Zuo Wuwei, follow the old man!" The Lingnan accent of Mai Tiecane's yin and yang weird tone sounded high, and all the remnants who could stand up followed the commander and went straight to the heart of Goguryeo.

On both sides of the Liao River, everyone was stunned. No one could have predicted that a remnant army of less than 500 men would launch a decisive assault on the four armies without praying for surrender and survival. For a time, the Goguryeo battle flags fell crookedly, and on the other side of the Liao River, the Great Sui soldiers who had no pontoon bridge to cross drew their swords at the same time, paying the highest respect to the robes on the other bank.

No one cared if such a move was suspected of replacing Yue, not even His Majesty the Emperor himself. Ever since he saw the old general Mai Tiezhu jumping on the opposite bank, His Majesty Yang Guang, the Great Sui Emperor, had never stopped his hand. He swung the drum hammer like a madman, beating the cowhide war drum like a thunderbolt. At the same time, the drummer remembered his duty and followed the rhythm of His Majesty the Emperor to the march for the warriors

The Triumph of the Clicquot.,

In the sound of thunderous drums, Mai Tiecane, Qian Wangxiong, Meng Jincha and countless other government soldiers whose names no one knew rushed into the Goguryeo army.

Under the gaze of millions of people, the old general's iron rod was rampant, and his hair fluttered.

After a few breaths, the drum beat stopped abruptly, and Yang Guang put down the drum hammer, tears falling like rain.

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