Guan Kuo was slightly surprised, in his opinion, this was not an important place in the Northern Tang Front, and there was naturally a fight, but there should be no need to be so desperate.

"That guy won't just die in there......"

He vaguely heard a shout in Wu language.

"That guy"? He thought about it, could it be that he was talking about himself?

"Brush—"

"Brush—"

Qin Kill danced two huge silver arcs, bringing out a series of blood flowers, and the two iron horsemen let out a muffled sound, the iron armor was broken, and they fell off their horses one after the other.

The vibration in that direction became bigger and bigger, and the angry Northern Tang official words were finally torn open.

Guan Kuo looked at the costumes of the iron horsemen who broke in, and was sure that they were the iron horse army.

"Not dead yet!"

On the battlefield, between life and death, but with some careless ridicule, it is only the state of mind that only veterans who have experienced too much.

Looking at those iron horse troops, Guan Kuo suddenly felt a certain cordiality, just like when he was in the northern Xinjiang, he fought side by side with his brothers in the face of the sudden people.

It turns out that although companions and comrades-in-arms can change, when you fight side by side, everything changes don't matter.

He saw Wuxian mingling in the midst of those iron horse armies, rushing towards him.

"Want to slip away? Wish for the moon! Several Northern Tang Iron Horsemen viciously raised their guns and killed them.

The breath in the body was retracted, and several knives were slashed, and the figure swept across the sky, and then suddenly recovered, and then a few more knives, everything seemed to be flowing water.

Guan Kuo had fallen on the back of the traceless.

"I won't slip away," Guan Kuo looked at them, behind them were those Iron Horse Army who were desperately injured and killed, "I will destroy you!" ”

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……

"Why did you come to save me? It seems that none of you want to see me. When he walked side by side with the Iron Horse Army at the front, Guan Kuo asked.

"You fight for our Great Wu, it's as simple as that." The Iron Horse said.

Like Wei Bai at the time, "I don't understand. Guan Kuo said.

"No matter what we think of you, but since you are now fighting for our Great Wu, and because of this, you killed one of their horsemen generals and were besieged instead, if we stand by and watch, what difference is there between you and a wolf's heart?" The Iron Horse's voice was a little distant.

Maybe he'll die the next moment, but it's good to do something that feels like he has a clear conscience.

"No matter where Da Wu's path is in the end, I just don't want everyone to chill, that's the most important thing."

Guan Kuo nodded: "If I were in your position, I would do the same." ”

Between the ups and downs of great powers, they are small people, and in the midst of history, they are even smaller people, but as long as they do what they want to do, it's enough, isn't it?

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Iron-blooded wars have destroyed countless lives.

The prolonged fighting had soaked the entire area with blood.

Guan Yanyue held the hilt of the sword, and those deep eyes looked at the distant land, where were his troops and his soldiers, who were constantly dying.

Yangzhou boundary, defeated, followed by Yangzhou City, defeated again, Jinling in sight.

It's a decisive battle, at least for him.

But the army of the Northern Tang Dynasty was destroying his army, and there were bloody battles on all sides, but there were heavy casualties, and if this continued, all the troops would soon be destroyed.

All the soldiers didn't seem to know their situation, or didn't care at all, and were still fighting fearlessly, but he looked at it from a high place, and he already knew everything.

The Iron Horse Army, which was considered the vanguard and one of the strongest in Southern Wu, had only more than 3,000 people left, losing more than half.

This is an unbearable price, and he is very worried about the safety of the old man of the Guan family.

The banner is still there, and the majesty of the Guan family is still there, but does this seem a bit tragic?

The battle began early in the morning, and now it is Shen time, and everyone has not eaten a drop of water or anything.

And now, the Iron Horse Army has fallen into the encirclement of the Northern Tang Army.

The rest of the Southern Wu army was divided and surrounded by the Northern Tang army, so the Iron Horse Army could only fight alone.

Five thousand Northern Tang Iron Cavalry were at the forefront of besieging them.

Led by the one-armed veteran general with outstanding military achievements.

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I was soaking wet, and I was all drenched in sweat.

The hands were extremely dry, and the smoke and dust absorbed all the sweat from the palms, so that only a huge friction force remained, bringing broken skin.

Guan Zhixiao found that he hadn't felt this way for many years.

This feeling gave him a very happy and excited state of mind when he was young, because the banner of the Guan family was invincible, which meant that the strength of Da Wu was a step forward.

But he knows very well that now is not the same as it was then.

He is old, not a teenager, nor a young man, nor a young man.

But the great enemy in the distance opposite him was also old, and he did not suffer.

He saw the other party, and the other saw him.

The banner of the Guan family and the general flag of General Guanying are only 100 zhang together, but there are more than 1,000 people apart.

At this time, a strong belief surged in his heart, as if he had changed back to the time when the young man was in high spirits.

When he was a teenager, he was angry.

He rode up to the flag bearer and whispered, "Give me the flag." ”

The flag bearer was obviously stunned by his words, and did not make any movement for a while.

With a wave of his big hand, the flag was already in his hand, Guan Zhixiao ignored the flag officer who was still stunned, and rushed in a certain direction first.

"Kill, Northern Tang Iron Cavalry, it's ours, the life of the old horseman of General Guanying is mine!"

He roared, and when he roared, the whole sky seemed to bloom in its most beautiful colors.

The old general in the distance smiled slightly with great tacit understanding, rode his horse to the flag officer of the Northern Tang Iron Cavalry, grabbed the banner, clenched his hands, and hunted.

The blade is pointed at Guan Zhixiao!

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The old man running under the sky.

They miss Zeng.

The boy is gone, and there is no more youth.

The boy gently stroked his knife.

The memory of the past is that of fresh clothes and angry horses.

Who will remember that they galloped across the country.

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(Adapted "Youth Strings", you can listen to it)

How many days ago, the Northern Tang God of War and the Southern Wu Holy General, these two old men had made the biggest decision in their lives.

And today, General Guanying, and Guan Zhixiao, these two old men, are also the same.

They personally held the flag, rushed to the front, and galloped towards the old man who was most qualified to be their opponent.

Guan Zhixiao raised a knife in one hand and a flag in the other, and his originally old and vicissitudes of life seemed to become tall in an instant.

General Guan Ying tied the banner to his horse with one arm, and his other hand was still holding the black ink.

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