The current commander of the Bloody Army is already over the age of six, covered with wind and frost, there is a way that the mirror does not need to have gray hair, and the wind and sand relieve his old red face.

As the commander of the largest and loudest blood army in the Ninth Army, he has been guarding the border of Yanzhou for the imperial court for decades, it can be said that he has worked hard and done his best, such an old man, no matter where he goes, he must be a great god who will be praised by everyone.

But to say that he is the proudest thing in his life, but it is not a success, the years after holding the military power, but when he was young, at that time, he had never put on armor, let alone sharp, and did not have so much prestige and power now, at that time, he was just a pawn under Chang Dingfang.

However, it is this trivial matter, such as brushing the horse and feeding the horse for General Chang, removing the armor and taking off the boots, but it will often be mentioned by the old man as a glorious thing on the wine table, every time his name is mentioned, the old man's face is always filled with a proud smile, that kind of red light and contentment, as if he has returned to the time of decades ago, leading the horse through the stream and grassland for General Chang.

It's a pity that the young man who became famous as a young man, the Marquis of Wansheng who was given by the first emperor, the person who died young, had a bad fate, rose like a comet and fell suddenly, the memory of that person, after decades of time, seems to have become a back in his heart that he can't see clearly.

It's been too long, it's been too long, so long that he has forgotten the appearance of General Chang, he only remembers the banner that seems to never fall, the silver spear that kills countless enemies, the armor that terrifies the enemy and is stained red with blood, the battle robe and cloak that the emperor personally put on for him, that kind of supreme glory, that is, the Xu family of the hereditary Zhuguo Gong is all blushing, and the legend that the emperor personally beat the drum to help him, no one has been able to do it since.

It was a heroic young man, like the sun hanging in the sky, he was the kind of person who you just glanced at and knew that he must be the commander of the whole army, he vaguely remembered the battles that were so tragic that the entire Drained Blood Army almost collapsed, and the name of the Drained Blooded Army, that is, it was fought again and again when the casualties were so bad that it was no longer possible to be an army alone, but it was constantly absorbing fresh blood to reorganize, that young man, as long as he went to the battlefield, he never felt that he would lose, even if it was a miserable victory, it was a victory, wasn't it？

It's just that, why did you leave silently after finally winning a hard-won battle, is it that God doesn't want to see you win anymore, no, I think, it should be that God also wants you to become an eternal legend, so he will choose to take you away when you are most glorious, so that there will be no hero twilight, there will be no old age and weakness, and no one will surpass you.

When the old man was wearing this scarlet uniform, he suddenly had a bit more powerful and fierce aura, even if his temples were white, he was already an old man, but the momentum of the decisive battlefield warrior was by no means comparable to ordinary people, but it was such an old man, when he thought of this, he still silently stretched out his hand and wiped away the tears overflowing from the corners of his eyes with his palm.

As the years go by, the Si people have passed away, and they can only sigh in vain, but what, what is it.

However, in the palm-sized room, the decoration is extremely simple, except for a square table, a stool, there is only a bright lamp on the table, the old man has dedicated his life to the army, the two sleeves are breezy, how can there be anything else on the four walls?

He hung his head, as if he had already lost a battle, lifeless, he stared at the letter from the capital on the table, took a deep breath, and cheered up.

He was really lost and distressed.

Is it that the general is outside, and the king's order is not subject to it, or does the king want his ministers to die, and the ministers have to die?

He is not afraid of death, if he can continue to follow General Chang, he would rather end early, after all, in this life, this world, he has no worries, but the key thing is that this is a final battle related to the reputation of the Bloody Army, how can he bear to have a huge name fought by General Chang and so many people who can vaguely call out their names, but it ends tragically in his own hands?

He stretched out his hand and stroked a spear placed horizontally on his lap, this is the best weapon that Chang Dingfang gave him before he died, from getting his hand to now, for so many years, he wipes it every day, in order to prevent wear and tear, it will never be used in a non-big war, so the head of the gun is still cold, like the moon and frost, and the red tassels on it are still red like blood, like the sun and the sun.

"General, you say, what should I do this time?"

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At this moment, it was the time when the sky was about to dawn, before dawn, the darkest, between heaven and earth, the fog was hazy, and it was almost impossible to see people, outside the gate of the city where the blood army was stationed, by the moat, there were 100,000 soldiers, waving their flags and shouting, and their mouths were shouting and cursing.

Zhu Feng first rode a tall horse, wearing a full-body armor to save his life, and swaggered to the front of the team, of course, as the commander of the whole army, there was Dazai Chen Jing who specially told his subordinates, so next to him, there were naturally guards carrying huge shields as guards, in case the other party took the cold arrows from the dense fog.

"Haven't you eaten? Scold me loudly! Let the grandchildren of Liangguo across there hear me fucking clearly!

Zhu Feng turned his head first, his sword eyebrows were upside down, and he ordered angrily.

When the soldiers in the back saw that the commander was angry and dared to slack off, they immediately puffed out their cheeks one by one, holding a copper "horn" used to amplify sound , scolded loudly towards the opposite side where he couldn't see people clearly, in the end they were all people from the army, even if he was a weak scholar before, he should have been tempered along the way, this mouth of three indiscriminate swear words is not less learned, there are no words with rich meanings, and there is no literary scolding that quotes scriptures at all, in order to ensure that the other party can understand, and anger, eight of these ten sentences are directly towards the eighteenth generation of Chang Dingfang's ancestors.

On the castle tower, the old man wore a hideous scarlet armor and walked all the way from the bottom of the city wall to the top.

"General!"

"Good morning, General!"

The old man's eyes widened suddenly, and he only twisted his head, and then said angrily to the young man who said "good morning" just now: "What kind of an? Fucking scolded me on the head of the bloody army! Is it bearable, which is unbearable, the dog thief of the Jin Kingdom, is there no one to bully my bloody army? Spread Lao Tzu's order, all of them are there, assemble at the city gate, this time Lao Tzu must attack with the whole army, kill them without leaving a piece of armor! Pull out the tongue in his fucking stinky mouth, and pull out the tongue in his mother's stinky mouth, and my mother will pull a shit!"

As soon as his words fell, someone next to him immediately opened his mouth and persuaded him: "General, it is foggy in the morning, you can't see the surrounding environment clearly, and it is easy to be ambushed by the enemy, so it's not appropriate to send troops at this moment, wait until the sun rises and the fog clears before going out to beat these grandsons of the Jin Kingdom!"

"Fart!" The old man looked like he was blowing his beard and glaring, so he just didn't stretch out his hand and slapped the mouthy lieutenant directly, "What is there to be afraid of the bloody army? This Jin army, the local chicken and the dog, dare to come to Lao Tzu's door and bark at the dogs? What if there is an ambush, Lao Tzu has fought out his old book this time, and he will also kill the damn beasts of the Jin Kingdom! They are all raised by his father and mother, no one has more heads than others, Lao Tzu's life can be exchanged for one life, and it is worth it, if you change two, Lao Tzu will earn one! If we don't seize the opportunity to make meritorious contributions, do you want Lao Tzu to go to the capital to be punished? Lao Tzu can't afford to lose this person! It's better to die today, the court can still give bereavement to the brothers who died in the war, if you can come back alive and win this battle, General Chang Quanxia will know and praise me! If you are afraid of death, you can go back to Liangzhou to support Lao Tzu to retire!"

The adjutant general next to him had a look full of shame on his face, and the general's fiery temper, he didn't know how many times he had been taught, so he just patted his chest and said: "The girl who didn't have a handle just went to Liangzhou to retire his mother, and the blood army is not afraid of death! General, you look down on me? Lao Tzu is going to be the first to chisel the formation today!"

The cavalry charge is a formation chiseled in the form of an awl, whether it is to fight infantry or hedge with the opponent's cavalry, it is the same, and as the cone of the entire formation, it is very important, this person cannot be blocked, otherwise the whole team behind will have to stop, after losing mobility, deep in the enemy formation, will definitely die, so to be able to undertake this kind of task, it is naturally the most fierce and brave in the whole army. Only those who are least afraid of death can do it.

It is this kind of task to send people to death, and in the bloody army, a large number of people are rushing to come.

"Good boy, Lao Tzu didn't misunderstand you! When you get to the bottom, Lao Tzu asks you to go to General Chang to kowtow, and also lead the general!" As he spoke, he immediately ordered to the left and right: "Quickly organize the army to attack, today we will definitely kill this Jin country child to cry father and mother, and strengthen the prestige of my bloody army!"

Military orders are like mountains, if the general insists on going his own way, what can they do?

At that moment, several lieutenant generals who still wanted to open their mouths to oppose glanced at each other, and before the old man could scold again, he hurriedly clasped his fists and said, "Yes, general!"

Several lieutenant generals hurriedly ran down to reorganize the team, but for some reason today, they always felt that the ones under the masks did not seem to be those familiar comrades in the past, but the battle situation was urgent, and there was not much time to check carefully.

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"Knock, knock, knock!"

The sound of war drums suddenly exploded at the head of the city, and in this mist where no one could be seen, in this vast field, it suddenly spread far and wide.

Marching to fight, this number of people, the commander is inevitably not good to command, there are flags for the message, but more commonly, or use the high and low pitch of the drum and the density of the drum to command the whole army, when fighting, the drum marches into the army, and the cymbals are stopped, so the march is called the drum march.

The old general actually went into battle to beat the drum in person today, but it was not on the city tower, but under the city gate, he held the drumstick as thick as an adult's arm with both hands, and again and again, while roaring angrily, while smashing on the smooth drum surface, the sound was so loud that the eardrums of others hurt,

The majestic and solemn, majestic and domineering "General Order" exploded around him, and an indescribable emotion suddenly rose in everyone's hearts, that feeling, people just want to rush into the enemy formation and kill the enemy happily, that is, the war horse under the crotch has a spirit, and all the hooves began to become agitated.

Especially after seeing their old generals actually go into battle and beat the drums in person, those lieutenant generals only felt that today was really dead, and it was worth it!

After beating the drum again, the huge city gate slowly opened with the rotation of the mechanism, the old general directly dropped the drumstick in his hand, and the sturdy man with his naked upper body, wearing only a pair of black pants and a red turban around him, hurriedly stretched out his hand to take it, but before he could salute, the old man had already jumped off the high platform, turned over directly on the horse, clamped the horse's belly, and rode towards the Chinese army.

The high platform at the bottom, where a large, two, and three war drums were placed, was pushed by the four people, and slowly moved forward by the pulleys underneath.

"All the troops are attacking!"

The old man held the spear he had received from Chang Dingfang's hand, pointed forward, and shouted angrily at the soldiers around him: "Kill!"

The blood-draining soldiers wore blood-colored armor, and all of them covered their faces with face armor, and their hearts were surging at the moment, and they all shouted "kill" in unison.

The anger rushed into the sky, and even the thick ink-like mist around it was shattered by this murderous aura.

The 100,000 blood army took on the appearance of an arrow, and everyone clenched the weapons in their hands, lowered their heads, and swarmed towards the door. ()

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