The remnant sun is like blood, and the geese are screaming.

As far as the eye can see, it is all red. Flying sand and rocks, billowing yellow smoke spread with a lingering fishy smell in the air. The wreckage that had not been completely buried by the sand and stones, the broken spear and the broken broadsword, but they were still in their hands. Mars hissed on the ground, and smoke rose in front of it to burn through the sky. Like a bloody mouth, red with a fishy smell, he smiled hideously. The yin wind began to howl angrily, as if to awaken the dead soul. It is not an exaggeration to say that there is purgatory on earth.

Both sides stood, each with scarlet eyes and panting with weapons.

With a "ding" sound, a streamer flew over the crowd and flew towards the city wall, wiping the faces of the people standing on the city wall, passing through the hair, and the arrow firmly pierced into the wall behind them. This arrow, which flew from nowhere, made the people on the city wall panic. The general of the city wall looked around with a twisted eyebrow, but did not find any suspicious people.

At this moment, the noise of the 10,000 army drums under the city gradually stabilized, and there was a dead silence. Pieces of battle flags fluttered in the wind, and above the towering high city, the man in battle armor suddenly stared at the flickering red shadow in the distance. Don't......

The red figure was like fire, and the wind drove the white horse from behind the army, the black hair was lifted by the wind, and he reached out to take out two arrows from the horse's back, and pulled up the longbow, cutting the air, with the sound of breaking the wind, lost like a meteor. Mo Jingluan hooked his lips and smiled, since the elegance flowed between his eyebrows and eyes, with a little sharpness, "Pour!" ”

I saw that the battle flag of the opposite army was pierced by this arrow, and the vertical pole was broken in response to the sound of the wind, and fell to the ground in the exclamation of the opposite side, drowning in the bursts of loess.

The battle flag of her own house was destroyed, and the woman in red laughed leisurely. Mo Jingluan, it's really you!

Seeing this, the man on the city wall was stunned and shouted, "Kill!" ”

The army was dry, the battle flag had fallen, and he was insulted by this, and he vowed not to give up until he killed all the enemies.

The woman stood on horseback, and before the thousands of horses, she heard a violent noise rising from the opposite side, approaching her own army. Dusting off his sleeves, his eyes were as calm as water, his eyes looked at the black side with contempt, and he looked back at the tired crowd with a smile, "Soldiers, I'm here." Let's fight to the end! ”

After that, he rode forward, and everyone behind him shouted excitedly, their general is here!

The drums of war rang to the sky, and all the iron horsemen rushed and followed like a tidal wave, and everywhere they went, they wailed everywhere. The sky was full of loess, whimpering one after another, the enemy troops fell one by one, and the black figure mixed with blood burst out of the bewitching flowers.

Ten thousand horses howled, everyone was red-eyed, and the sound of swords clashing resounded in the sky under the city. Like the roar of a wild beast, it stirred up a bloody wind. This day is destined to be extraordinary.

The red figure flew up from its horse and landed on the city wall in the blink of an eye. Before the other party could react, he raised his eyes, sneered, and drew his sword in one go. In the end, the battle was returned to a sword in the cold air, and it slashed through the throat. The corpse fell in response, staring at the sky, unwilling to close its eyes.

"Mo.. Jingluan.." The armor fell, and the hearts of the crowd were scattered. In this battle, Mo Jingluan won.

Mo Jingluan threw off his cloak, turned around and stood, facing the large number of soldiers under the city, stood on the city wall, raised his arms, and shouted: "Soldiers, today, this battle is a great victory!" Sons, go back to the city and drink! ”

This battle is known as the most wonderful battle in the history of Qianguo, and Mo Jingluan's head, which has never been lowered, is the hope of all the people. This battle is recorded in the history books as: Moshang Battle.

At the beginning of the twentieth year of the Qianyuan Dynasty, the first emperor was obedient and died suddenly. The new emperor ascended the throne in the year of the weak crown and changed the name of the country to Qian.

In the spring of the fifth year of Qian, King Tongshengli was dissatisfied with the passing of the throne to his brother, and gathered troops and horses for hundreds of miles outside the city. The Li army was strong, and on the grounds of 300,000 troops, the emperor was forced to give way. The Mo army lined up more than 100 camps, stubbornly attacked, and marched with blood, and would slaughter the enemy.

Mo Qin led 3,000 horsemen and stepped into the camp at night. Burn granaries, assassinate soldiers. The first battle was successful, and the Li army was seriously injured.

World War II conspiracy, sending dead soldiers to feint into the ceremonial camp, suspected of forming an alliance. On the night of the full moon, the decisive battle will be in the land of flying sand and stones, who expected it, the corpses will accumulate all over the field, and return to the camp in a hurry.

The overall situation of the two armies is determined, and the king of rites must not drink the blood of Mo and chew the flesh.

The military adviser offered a plan, and the remnants of 100,000 soldiers led Mo away, preparing to capture it in one fell swoop, and smashed into Beijing.

When it was in full swing, Mo returned alone, unscathed. With a bow and arrows, the flag collapsed.

Flying and jumping, a sword of cold light, the battle is over.

There is no sense of real participation in the history books, using boring words and blunt words, and is good at condensing the blood, rain and bloody wind in this white paper and black words, solidifying the bright red blood on the ground, and the broken corpses, so that those who have participated can not forget.

Those who have had a meal style and slept in the open, swore to fight to the death, and killed bloodily.

Those years, the spear of sorrow, the cold broadsword, the cold arrow with the bright light.

Months of war, blood-stained rivers, days of sleeping with corpses for warmth. Months of unsteady time, months of soldiers who have not eaten enough, rice mixed with soil and unknown things, munching in large gulps.

Frostbitten hands led the soldiers sitting on the ground. Sleeping in the open for months.

Fortunately, in the end, it was victory.

The three words of Mo Jingluan are destined to be the pride of Qianguo.