Under the nervous gaze of the people on the south bank, Li Guanghao shook his head slightly, as if he let out a silent wry smile, and he seemed to be unable to take Shan Yu's full force blow anymore. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Suddenly, a hundred-zhang long bronze ancient sword flew out of the city of Jiankang in Kyoto and pierced into the chest of the giant deer, the latter let out a wail, and his body swelled rapidly, if it exploded on this point, it would surely affect Li Guang and destroy his heroic soul!

The bronze giant sword trembled slightly, and a sword roar came out, which actually contained the momentum of the giant deer's expansion, and both of them returned to nothingness.

People breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing this, Su Yi thought: "Li Guang guarded the Dragon City all his life, and the barbarians did not dare to commit it, and after his death, he even turned the Dragon City into a small world, forever guarding the frontier of the human race...... What does it have to do with the problem in Dragon City?"

Su Yi thought quickly, but before he could sum up the answer, the battle between the two sides of the strait broke out!

A group of bows and heroic souls began to draw their bows and arrows, and one after another arrows with archery skills attached to the four or even five realms roared out, like meteors catching the moon!

Almost at the same moment, all the barbarians above the centurion struck out in unison, and one after another war howls and fire beasts swept towards the opposite bank.

A larger number of barbarians either let out a war cry or turned into a fiery flame to fight with all their might, and a few even sacrificed their faith totems in order to resist the arrows with the Five Realms archery technique attached!

Most of the arrows of the Four Realms Archery Technique were intercepted, but some of the archers' Five Realms Archery Techniques came with all kinds of weird special effects, which made the barbarians unable to defend themselves, or shoot without shooting, or pierce the Yang in a hundred steps, or frighten the bow birds...... The pinnacle ability of many archery arts roared and shined, and many heroes and flying generals on the south bank seized the opportunity from time to time to attack and harass with swords hidden in their laughter, and the barbarians suffered heavy casualties.

The Terrans took advantage of the momentum of the Heroic Soul of the Bow to attack the barbarians head-on, and seemed to have gained an advantage.

But many scholars who understand the situation know that although these bows and heroic souls have caused a lot of damage to the barbarians, all the barbarians are soldiers, and the barbarians on the front line only account for a very small part of their total population, and the barbarians who died under the bows and arrows are just a drop in the ocean.

On the contrary, these bows will lose a point of weight with each shot, and it is obviously impossible to hold on for long.

The big picture is still in the hands of the barbarians.

"Alas, is it fate after all......" A sigh came from the courtyard.

"If only Huai Roubo could ......," the other old man shook his head as well.

The heroic souls of these sages are just an idea, although they have the concept of rank and strength, but they can't use their morale, and they can't exert the strength of the peak before birth, otherwise they would have already regained the overall situation.

Ignoring the flames of war, Su Yi watched Li Guang's heroic soul with all his attention: after the latter stopped the eagle, he didn't strike again, and his transparent body was impacted by the aftermath of the battle, almost dissipating between heaven and earth.

But ordinary people didn't notice that much, and most of them were attracted by the battle scene in front of them.

Nitrate clouds and bullets rained on the river, and the high-level forces on both sides of the river were fighting in the dark.

In a certain county town, a literati was excited and inspired, and wrote a poem "Yongping Xianghou" in public:

The small people of the country are at a loss,

Wuhou Bingyi succeeded Yu Wei.

Hundreds of acres of fertile land are not in the acre,

But there is a vision that should not be returned!

As soon as this poem came out, the spring breeze blew, and the words on the paper gushed out with golden light, condensed into a beam of energy, flew to the riverside, and injected into the heroic soul of Jiang Wei, Marquis of Pingxiang.

Suddenly, Jiang Weiying's soul condensed a little, and the arrows he shot were even sharper, and he actually broke through Shan Yu's interception, turning one arrow into ten, ten into hundreds, and hundreds into millions, like a downpour, and poured straight into the ranks of the barbarians.

The resistance of the low-level barbarians was useless, and the rain of arrows covered the area, from the herdsmen to the commanders, the arrows fell, fell to the ground and died.

The high-level barbarians were even more in a hurry and embarrassed.

This scene has evolved through the evolution of the wonders of unity, and it clearly emerges in the eyes of every race.

For a while, people suddenly felt raised their eyebrows and cheered.

The literati who wrote the poem "Yongping Xianghou" was stunned, not expecting that the poem he wrote could cause such a wonderful phenomenon.

The people around him were also puzzled: this is just an ordinary poem, but it can also increase the heroic soul of the sages?

There were a few people who vaguely guessed the cause of this vision, but they didn't dare to say for sure.

At this time, the martial temples across the country shook slightly, and a majestic and vast voice resounded in everyone's minds.

"United, this spectacle is born through the expectations of the people of the world, and can be amplified by the thoughts of every man's heart;

The sound was convincing, like the sound of the sky.

The spectacle of spring breeze and rain caused by "Shooting the Scriptures" has not stopped, but these golden raindrops will not wet the pages, but will unconsciously blend into the ink, adding luster to the poems that all literati are about to write!

In the whole region of Jiangnan and all over the state, a large number of literati and writers have raised their pens and expressed their expectations in their writings.

Some people wrote "Wearing Yang Song", some people wrote "Arrows Like Flying Swallows", and some people found another way to write all the bow generals and sages in a long article...... All the literati showed their talents and a hundred flowers competed, and one hymn after another came out, which more or less strengthened the souls of the sages in the sky.

For a time, the archers showed their majesty, and the rain of arrows was like clouds, stretching endlessly, covering almost the entire lower reaches of the Yangtze River.

The casualties of the barbarians increased sharply, and the high-ranking barbarians could not cope with the bowers who were blessed by the expectations of the people, and the Terrans on the southern bank were constantly harassing them, making them scramble.

Many high-ranking barbarians confronted the South Bank as they let out a low roar in their throats, and the blue veins on their foreheads were exposed, and their faces were hideous, as if they were about to burst out of their eyes.

Originally, they carried the momentum of the landslide and wanted to engulf the Terrans, but now they are being pressed and beaten by the Terrans, what an aggrieved scene!

Many barbarians were filled with shame and bitterness.

The literati of the Terran race are still writing poems.

Some of them are even more thoughtful and skillful, and in just a hundred breaths, they have already written three poems!

In every place, when the literary style and artistic conception of a poem reach a certain level, and it entrusts the desire and ambition to cross the battlefield and fight bravely to kill the enemy, the pen appears from the spectacle of Rong, and the military literature is formed!

Large or small dragon pattern pens appeared in the air one after another from all over the human race, and in just one pillar of incense time, there were more than a dozen military texts coming out!

This amount is almost more than the production of months or even years in peacetime!

It's just that due to the suddenness of the incident, many literati and writers have not been brewing for a long time, so the quality of the military literature formed is not high, and almost all of them stay at the level of inferior military literature.

Many bows will be boosted and their strength will be greatly increased, but strangely, when someone writes a poem in praise of Li Guang, although it turns into a streamer and injects it into Li Guang's body, it does not strengthen the latter in the slightest.

Many people are puzzled.

Su Yi also asked Ji An to move a table from the warehouse and arrange the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, but he didn't start writing immediately.

Diametrically opposed to the fanatical atmosphere of the people in the world, Su Yi's face was very calm, his eyes were firmly fixed on the sky, and his gaze was firmly fixed on the back of Huai Roubo Li Guang.

A group of bows and sages were heroic and arrows, but Li Guang stood quietly, with helplessness, resentment, and sadness between his eyebrows...... Many emotions soaked his face like an overturned dye jar, and his solitary figure looked so bleak.

What is the reason why a generation of heroes seems so down.

Is it the sorrow of being unable to support alone, or the melancholy of not being able to develop one's talents?

Su Yi remembered the word "Li Guang is difficult to seal", and thus thought of Li Guang's life experience in this world: it can be said that Li Guang's life has been lived in tragedy and regret.

Li Guang was born in a family of Jiangmen, since he was a child to learn ancestral archery; one year, the Xiongnu came to invade the frontier Xiaoguan, the young Li Guang went out to the army, with his superb archery skills to shoot several barbarian commanders, won the reward of Emperor Wen of Han, and became famous inside and outside the Great Wall; Emperor Wen of Han admired Li Guang very much, and often let the latter accompany him when traveling, Li Guang also performed outstandingly, often with the bow and arrow in his hand to shoot the wandering barbarians with a higher rank than him, and repeatedly fought with the beasts with bare hands, very brave.

However, Li Guang's performance was not enough to reward him lavishly, and because there were few major wars in this era, Emperor Wen of Han was very sorry and said: "It's a pity, the son is not in time! If Lingzi is the emperor of Gao, how can the marquis of ten thousand households be enough!"

The meaning of this sentence is: Li Guangsheng is not at the right time, if he was born in the war-torn era of Liu Bang, the ancestor of the Han Dynasty, it would be okay to seal the marquis of ten thousand households!

Later, Emperor Wen of Han died, Emperor Jing of Han succeeded to the throne, and Li Guang was promoted and transferred to the frontier to serve as a taishou to defend against the barbarians.

Many people have expectations for Li Guang, thinking that he will surely rise to the top and wait for the general!

But Li Guang seems to have perfectly interpreted the true meaning of the word "bad luck".

During the decades when Li Guang served as the border guard, the barbarians repeatedly attacked, but they were all repelled by Li Guang; after dozens of battles, large and small, Li Guang could be said to have made great achievements, but he did not receive the rewards he deserved, or because he often violated some taboos, or because of the occasional accidental defeat, which led to the annihilation of the whole army.

Many people who knew Li Guang's talent were very sorry, and even Li Guang himself complained to others in private: He had fought against the barbarians all his life and had gone through nearly 100 battles, which could be regarded as a high level of hard work; but many people who were inferior to him in talent and merit were given land one after another, but he was not rewarded for his life's achievements.