The light sun is gradually setting, the moon is sprinkled on the earth, the snow of Zouping is dyed with golden rose, the west wind is blowing, and the twilight snow is miserable. The war drums thundered, the shouts of killing soared to the sky, and the loud screams and screams were touching.

The sturdy figures of the soldiers of the Song army under the city rose and fell like waves, and they made earth-shaking shouts in their mouths, which consumed the fear in their hearts, and the arrows fell like rain, dragging the long sound like locusts crossing the border and cutting through the sky, and the iron cavalry under the city rushed out angrily, and the "Murong" battle flag that was swaggering in the wind was already broken and bloody, and it seemed that it would fall in an instant. The corpses on the city tower lay on the ground, the snow melted when it landed, and the blood-stained snow washed the city wall, and the thick smell of blood and sweat mixed with each other, stimulating the most terrifying power of people.

"General" "The left wing cavalry retreated, Ouyang Jianhao raised the flag and surrendered, and if we don't retreat, we will be surrounded"

Murong Xiaoxiao looked from afar, and saw the banner of the Song army from a distance, and saw the tragic situation of the defeated army's retreat, the soldiers of the Southern Tang Dynasty were harvested by the Song army like rice, blood and mud were splashed, and broken bones were covered with snow. "Your Majesty, I, Murong Xiaoxiao, I'm sorry for the Southern Tang Dynasty, I let 100,000 soldiers die in vain, and I have no words to see my hometown fathers" Then he committed suicide with a sword.

"General, no", "Nantang can't do without you", "If you are here, we have hope of recovering the country, general, we will withdraw immediately".

Looking at his forty-five dead soldiers and three thousand iron horsemen, Murong couldn't help but feel sad and "retreated" and "retreated to the northwest"

"Obey the general's order" "The general's order, withdraw".

The iron cavalry was rolling, the wolf smoke was everywhere, and the defeated army was crushed for thousands of miles. Driving, driving, "general" "thieves are chasing, 8,000 cavalry"

Stop, all dismounted" and "take the mountain map", Zuo Duwei couldn't help but say to himself: General, thirty miles straight northwest is a swamp, we can reach it by half a quick march, and after the swamp we have enough time to rush out of the defenders of the heavy city of mountains and rivers. Murong Xiaoxiao looked at the mountain line map and asked thoughtfully: Captain Zuo, how do we have time to cross the swamp?" "General, contemptible people have their own clever plans"

Murong Xiaoxiao looked at the fat face of the left vice lean, thinking about how to break through, "Vice lean, how sure are you?"

"General, I think Zuo Fatzi is reasonable, after the mountains and rivers and heavy cities, we can still collect the rout, and then we can get closer to Long County. As soon as the general spoke, Murong Xiaoxiao looked at the generals and said, "Do you have any other opinions?"

"The general decided" "good". The army listened to the order and set off for the swamp, "Yes".

The moon was full and bright, the moonlight sprinkled the snow, the iron hooves fell into the dust and snow, the dead trees shook with a whistling vibration, the dead leaves sharply crossed the faces of the soldiers, not a single soldier frowned, thirty miles of night travel, three thousand iron horsemen rolled and whistled past. Dongmu Iron Cavalry, known as the first cavalry in the world, is the elite cavalry of the Southern Tang Dynasty, there has been no defeat for 20 years, tonight the rout, the heavy cavalry is almost all killed, only the crossbowmen and light cavalry, the atmosphere of the retreat permeates the hearts of all the soldiers, but there is no soldier who is worried that the fate of death will befall him, thirty miles of march, crying all the way to the wind, snow, no voice.

"General's order, stop" The three thousand iron horsemen all stopped as if they were one, and there was no noisy worry, so everyone was waiting for the general's order.

"General, you give me five hundred iron horses, I will lead the army to stop Cao Shi, you hurry through the swamp," Captain Zuo looked at Murong Xiaoxiao and said

"This is your clever plan? Zuo fat man, you are not afraid of death, you want to die together, we will die together."

"General, I stayed with Zuo Fatty, killed back, and made Cao Knife Scar" Vice General You stared at Captain Zuo viciously

"No", "You can't die like this"

"General, I'll be left alone"

"Left Fat Man, You"

"You all shut up" "General, this", Murong Xiaoxiao looked at Zuo Duwei and said: I will take care of your daughter, you have to stand out.

"Yes, General. "Dismount and move forward" The two thousand and a half Dongmu iron riders walked out of perspective and gradually disappeared.

Dead air filled the heaven and earth, five hundred crossbowmen stopped in the swamp, Zuo Vice-leaning looked at the warriors he had trained with his own hands and cut off their way of life with his own hands, he said sadly: We crossbowmen are born to die and then live, we are going to leave the last afterglow for Dongmu Tieqi today, are you afraid? "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid" "Okay" "Rush back with me" "General order, a word rampage, march" The iron hooves fell, the snow fell, the five hundred cavalry rushed to the battlefield of Licheng, a battle in the distance, the war drums thundered and thundered, the wind gradually subsided, the sound of the bull horn shook the crowd, the five hundred cavalry were like needle puncture cloth, one pierced and passed, the long sword flew, the iron halberd stirred the battle array, the spear whistled and flew and tore the edge of the Song army, put it to death and then lived, the cauldron and the boat let the five hundred cavalry army crisscross the Song army battle formation and not be defeated, the sword light and sword spirit swept wildly, even if there was a burning sky and heroic spirit, it was also powerful, the five hundred cavalry was torn apart by the hungry wolf of the Song army, the war was extinguished, and the flying snow covered the blood all over the ground。

The cold snow froze the hope of life, and no life could survive. "Brother Cai, there are so many corpses, the soles of the feet are sticky, it's such a cold day, there can't be any living people, let's go back to the camp" "What's the matter, the eldest husband is still afraid of these" "It's not Brother Cai" "I'm very cold, it's better to stay here and go back to sleep" "You know a fart, this is a matter of three taels of silver, stay here, don't talk nonsense" "Hey, I shouldn't have come to count the corpses, it's really unlucky" "Okay, okay, let's leave next month and a half" "Haha, thank you Brother Cai" "Hmm." ”

"The moon is nearly hollow, brother, let's go" "OK" The two walked back to the camp, only to see the fire extinguished, and the silence was silent, and suddenly a corpse was turned out, "Ah, it hurts me to death", it turned out to be the left fat man Zuo Duwei, I saw him turn over and lift a knife, limp towards the Song army camp, kill the horseman, and run away on three horses, the mountain is high and the moon is bright, and the black shadow disappears into the sky, only to hear the "Hey, that stupid thief, when I return, uncle, it is time to clean up you." ”