The sound of drums, piercing the clouds and cracking silk. Ding Wei's drumming is like a torrential rain, bringing people into more than ten years ago, in the middle of winter, on the bank of the Cangshui River. Qu Cang, the general of Southern Qi, led 30,000 horses to fight against the 200,000 army of Donggu.

Zhou Cheng, the general of Donggu, sat on a horse, and the vast banner covered the sky and the sun.

The brave enemy army was in front, and behind them was the Lingyun Snow Mountain they had just climbed.

There is no way to retreat, only a war.

However, the soldiers were sleepy and lacking, and the reinforcements did not arrive. When crossing the snow-capped mountains, the army lost more than 2,000 horses and more than 5,000 infantry. Qu Cang is secretly calculating, how to fight this battle? With a turn of his eyes, he looked at Zhao Chang with a serious expression.

Zhao Changnai is the prince of Southern Qi and serves as the supervisor this time.

Obviously, the scout reported that Zhou Qu's army was still at least five days away from the Cangshui River, why did Zhou Qu wait for the rabbit here? Qu Cang's chest was depressed, and he couldn't help but be suspicious.

The cold wind hunts, and the banner sounds.

Zhao Chang's cheeks were red from the cold, but his eyes were unusually bright, facing the enemy's 200,000 troops, Zhao Chang was not frightened, and said in a deep voice: "The general will attack from the front with his troops, and I will attack the enemy's flank, how about it?" ”

This is the tactic he and Qu Cang are used to, and the two cooperate very tacitly and win repeatedly.

Qu Cang clenched the long knife in his hand, spit out the turbidity in his chest, and was full of pride, at this time it was the middle of the day, "At dusk, I ask His Royal Highness to drink soju to celebrate!" ”

Dongyang is warm, just like Zhao Chang's smile at the moment, "Okay!" Just follow the general! ”

The war horse under Qu Cang's crotch neighed with his head raised, and he was already impatient.

"Knock-knock-knock-" the war drums beat.

Zhao Chang led a group of men and horses to divide into battle formations and galloped towards the enemy's right flank. Qu Cang's long knife was waved, and the horse rushed straight away.

Zhou Qu's brave generals are like Jiang carp, Zhou Qu's army is 200,000, and Zhou Qu's soldiers are like gods......

So what? Qu Cang pursed his lips, slapped the horse with the hilt of his knife, and galloped out like an arrow.

The sound of drums swallows mountains and rivers.

The soldiers met each other, and the horses neighed.

When going over the mountain, Su 18 watched the villagers fall one after another. And he only frostbitten his feet, and it didn't hurt if he wrapped it tightly with a large cloth. He always said: "How lucky I am Su Peiyuan." Coming from a small town in the south to the northland, you can see a lot of good scenery! ”

"How lucky I am Su Eighteen. A grass folk can see the prince. ”

"How lucky I am Su Eighteen. Able to serve under General Qu. ”

The two armies fought, blood splattered everywhere, and stumps flew sideways.

At this moment, Su Eighteen's hand holding the spear trembled slightly, and he couldn't reveal the word lucky. His wife was weak and young, and he was originally a farmer in the mountains. He didn't know the art of war, only farming. He does not use a spear, but only a ploughman. He didn't want to kill and he didn't want to be killed.

At this moment, Su Eighteen only wished that this was a nightmare that would wake up.

The sound of drums and the liver and intestines are broken.

Loved ones are forever gone, and they are lonely.

Qu Cang's army fought hard for five days and five nights. 30,000 horses and horses forced Zhou Qu's 200,000 people to retreat. Zhou did rearrange the troops, and it took a fierce battle to surround Qu Cang and others on the Yueren Hill on the bank of the Cangshui River. Of the 30,000 horses, only 5,621 remained, and there were no horses.

Qu Cang lay on the ground, closed his eyes and recuperated. Above the armor, it was covered with blood red frozen into ice ballast. After killing the enemy for several days, he had several large and small knife wounds on his body, the most serious of which was in the left shoulder, which penetrated into the shoulder blade from behind. He sat up in pain, took a remnant lance from the side, struck the lance and sang, "Qing Se complains about the night, and mourns the wind and rain around the string." The lonely lamp smells the horn, and the waning moon descends the chapter. [1] In the wind, the voice was hoarse and dull, and gradually sounded from chanting to singing, from low to high.

A song of homesickness, the listener is stunned.

Su Eighteen's tiger mouth was torn, and dried blood stains covered his palms, and Zhou's body was already scarred. Yet, how fortunate he was to be one of the five thousand six hundred and twenty-one.

On a cold winter night, look at the stars in the sky. Su 18 thought of his wife and daughter in his hometown, and the tears in his eyes were extremely stubborn and refused to fall. He slapped his hand on the cold ground, his mouth throbbing. This pain is more than the lingering thoughts between the chest, dull and tasteless.

"The grass has been twilight, so the future is different. The township book cannot be sent, and the autumn geese return south. ”

Dawn is approaching, and no one sleeps.

"Qing Se complains about the night, winds and rains and mourns ......" sentences are low and roundabout, like a mist that lingers on the tip of the heart, difficult to disperse, hazy and melancholy when first heard, but full of the meaning of seeing death as home.

A song of righteousness is worthy of heaven and earth.

"The lonely lamp hears the horn, and the waning moon descends to the stage...... scattered voices joined in, from hesitation and confusion to perseverance and no regrets.

Zhou did lean on the war horse and pretended to sleep, and a low singing voice came from afar. The deputy general next to him sneered coldly, "Hmph, they are very homesick, they will definitely be vulnerable, and they will kill him cleanly tomorrow!" ”

Zhou did exhale lightly and lowered his eyes. It's not so much homesickness as saying goodbye to relatives thousands of miles away.

Tomorrow will be a bitter battle......

The sound of drums is mournful and sad.

Heaven and earth are sorrowful, and all things are weeping together.

On the sixth day, 5,621 people fought bloodily from morning to evening, and 53 remained. The fourth prince, Zhao Hongshuai, arrived with 200,000 reinforcements. Nearly 50,000 enemies were killed and tens of thousands were taken prisoner.

On the way back with the remnants of Zhou Qu, the road was attacked by Xichen, and tens of thousands of soldiers and horses were damaged. Since then, Higashiya has been fighting and his vitality has been greatly damaged.

However, the Southern Qi were particularly traumatized. In the melee, the corpses of the general Qu Cang and the crown prince Zhao Chang were gone. Of the 30,000 soldiers, only 22 were able to return home.

Zhao Hong was furious and ordered to slaughter all the captives in Donggu to pay tribute to the souls of the dead.

After this battle, the blood red on the Cangshui River did not disappear until March of the following year.

In the bustling building, there is only the sound of drums.

Wei Wei held the cup with both hands, and sang loudly: "The white hair is crying and the young is strong, and the children are crying for their fathers and brothers." Return the soul and think far away with you. The young man's voice was like a sweet spring, but it brought tears to people's eyes.

This song "Cangshui Yao" is well-known in Southern Qi and is widely sung.

Ding Wei couldn't help but raise his eyes to look at the private room on the third floor where Wei Wei was, two lines of hot tears slipped down his cheeks, the drumstick in his hand stagnated, and he sang: "Lingyun buries dry bones, and human blood flows from the water." Return the soul and grieve with you. ”

Tears fell down the placket, and the drumsticks continued to hit the drum surface, and the sound of the drums hit the tip of people's hearts like a knife.

Yushu couldn't help but sing softly: "The green ant talks about mourning, and I wish the moon to be reunited." Return the soul and drink with you. "The immature and delicate voice is like crying and complaining, and everyone who hears it is broken.

Suhos and Daddy, who died in battle, hid their faces and wept bitterly.

Wei Wei's face was full of tears, his hands were slightly tilted, the wine was sprinkled, and he chanted in a trembling voice: "Return the soul and drink with you." ”

In the Xixi Building, no matter the old or the young, whether they are respectful or humble, whether they are men or women, they all open their mouths and sing, "Return the soul, drink with you, and return the soul...... Return the soul ......"

On this night, Yongnian County was destined to sleep. This poignant elegy has been around the beam for three days and will not disperse for a long time