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The war continues, but this time the relationship between the two sides has been reversed.

Chen Tang, a famous general of the Western Han Dynasty, once said: Fu Hu soldiers are five and Han soldiers are one.

This is by no means arrogant, and the reason for this lies in the superiority of the Han army's equipment.

As a veteran politician, Gongsun Jing puts the interests of the family first, and he still plays a political game.

Although the armaments in the arsenal are not too slack, they are also very old.

Gongsun's private treasury is different.

The inside is all carefully crafted by craftsmen to maintain the waist of the bowstring.

It is one of the cards that Gongsun Jing has worked hard for many years to protect the interests of the family.

But Gongsun Yan didn't look down on it.

With the intention of clearing the warehouse, Gongsun Yan simply emptied his private warehouse, transferred 400 shelves, and handed them over to Zhang He and Zhang Fei to escort to Feiru.

When Gongsun Jing was told by the steward, he held his chest for a long time and did not breathe.

According to the private report of the slave who served Gongsun Jing, the old man did not sleep for several nights.

At this moment, after a powerful and fruitful campfire robbery, these escorted crossbows and arrows came in handy.

Zhang He stood on a high place, smoke billowing in the distance, and the wind was full of the smell of roasted meat and protein.

The smoke mixed with the smell of grease directly enveloped him in the upper hand, and his armor was covered with a small layer of sticky putty.

But Zhang He didn't care.

He was enjoying the joy of war that he had never enjoyed before.

Like a sergeant with an arm, an unimpeded command channel, and most importantly, a rain of arrows at any cost.

With Zhang He's order, the herald instructed the flag, and the herald's trumpet sounded everywhere.

A series of crossbow arrows accompanied by a sharp sound of breaking through the air, dense as silver threads, penetrated into the Hu people who broke out of the fire.

Under the crossbow arrows, the thinner shield could not be stopped, not to mention the leather armor worn by the Hu people.

Looking from the height where Zhang He was standing, it could be clearly seen that after the crossbow arrow pierced through the body of a Hu man, it burst out with more than one momentum, shooting the person behind him and the horse over.

Through the telescopes issued, Zhang He could even see the blood that exploded.

Armed with a waist crossbow are a mix of old and new soldiers, and the quasi-head is not so accurate, but it can't withstand the dense coverage.

After the second rain of arrows, the ground was covered with bloody corpses.

Zhang Fei also turned against the guest, and led the cavalry under Gongsun Gu's tent to cruise and have fun.

Some of the Hu people completely gave up the idea of breaking through, rode horses, waved their weapons indiscriminately, and plunged headlong into the fire behind them.

According to their customs, being shot to death is a more horrific thing than being burned.

These scenes were all seen by Zhang He holding a telescope, and his body and mind were soaked in pure happiness, and there were only two in his mind - releasing arrows.

He has followed Han Fu and Yuan Shao of the Fourth and Third Dukes, but there is a ration of arrows, where will they be as generous as they are now.

Thinking of this, Gongsun Yan's advice sounded in Zhang He's mind before leaving: "There are enough arrows, although you can use them, there is no need to save." ”

Gongsun Lady is atmospheric!

Zhang He silently increased his loyalty by 2 points in his heart.

The sky slowly brightened, and there were only corpses lying out of the fat city.

The blood that flows out of it infiltrates the land, and the grass and trees here must be abundant in the coming year.

Countless wounded people lay on the ground, wailing.

It wasn't until the fire was extinguishing that Zhang He waved his hand and ordered the soldiers to make the final repairs.

Crossbow arrows are fired, leaving a bowl-sized hole in the human body.

The flame burns, and the human skin is mostly scorched and contracted.

These two kinds of people don't have to bother to treat them at all, and it is a mercy to kill them directly.

Zhang He pulled out the saber at his waist.

As a general, he didn't have to do it, but the new knife on his waist hadn't seen blood yet, and it was just at this time that the run-run knife was run.

Passing by a Hu man with a missing piece of his intercostal space, this person was missing a large piece of flesh from his waist, revealing a half-amputated Sen Sen rib.

There was foamy blood hanging from the corners of his lips.

He reluctantly raised his head, and when he saw Zhang He coming, there was a look of relief in his eyes.

When Zhang He's long knife slashed through his throat, his lips pursed, and he said something silently, and then looked at the sky, his pupils gradually condensed.

After walking a few more steps, Zhang He saw a gray-haired bearded man sitting in the bloodstains, looking at the dirty clothes on his body, he should be a slave.

The old man had injured his leg and was struggling to crawl to one place.

Zhang He thought he was trying to escape, and walked up slowly.

But he saw the old man crawling towards a corpse.

The corpse was a young man with a crossbow bolt stuck in his chest, nailed to the horse beneath him.

The old man dragged his broken leg and crawled over with his hands and feet, holding the young man's body in his arms.

Raise your head to the sky and cry loudly.

It seemed to be a roaring cry forced out by squeezing the heart and lungs, rough and sharp, and unusually harsh.

It should be father and son, right? Zhang He thought about standing still.

The old man looked up crying, and his eyes were facing Zhang He.

He bared his teeth, his eyes full of hatred.

Hu Cong, who was following Zhang He's left and right, immediately became alert and was about to step forward, but Zhang He raised his hand to stop him.

The old man picked up a scimitar from the side, like a skinny old dog with a broken leg, and crawled as he cried.

A long streak of blood dragged from underneath him.

Zhang He looked at him coldly, and when the old man climbed in front of him and raised the scimitar, he waved his hand over the scimitar.

Then there was a flash of cold light.

A white skull rolled into the bloody mud.

The headless chamber spurts out a large amount of blood due to pressure.

Zhang He easily dodged and avoided most of it, but there were still some blood spots on his skirt armor.

He tilted his head and shook off the blood from the long silver knife.

It doesn't matter what personal feelings are, the enemy deserves to die.

Zhang He stepped over the corpse that had fallen to the ground and continued to walk forward.

There was the sound of horses' hooves in front, and Zhang Fei's laughter came from afar.

He led his men around to gather his horses, and then led a squad of cavalry on a rampage through the battlefield.

From time to time there were one or two heads, and a ball of blood exploded under the hooves of his horse.

Behind Zhang Fei......

Zhang He was confused and saw a general he didn't know, laughed and followed Zhang Fei, and the two of them were like drinking fake wine.

I sent someone to ask and learned that the person was Gongsun Gu, the chief official of Feiru.

Zhang He was stunned for a while and sighed.

Turn your head away from looking at them.

Go and arrange tasks such as cleaning up the battlefield and treating your rookie recruits.

……

Just as the carrier pigeon carrying the report of Feiru and Lu Longjie fluttered to Lingzhi.

Twenty miles outside the city, there was a cheer from the mine.

More than 200 prisoners in ragged clothes were cheering loudly.

They were all shackled on their feet, and their faces and bodies were dirty.

A small official of the Imperial Court was reading aloud a document to improve the working system in the mines.

The longer the working hours, the more experienced the person will be examined for the crime, and those who are not felons will be given preferential treatment or even exemption in all aspects of clothing, food, housing and transportation.

This is also one of the steps in the establishment of an industrial zone in Gongsun Yen.

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(Someone asked me today why there was a paragraph in front of me that felt that the heroine's personality was wrong.)

Now I'll be honest, when I wrote about 300,000 words, my grades were really miserable, and I was reading up to 24 every day!

The channel income for the whole of June was 2 yuan 4 cents 1.

So I buried the thread and prepared to run.

After planning the funeral plot at that time, the heroine Biu went back to her own world, and Zhao Yun here will always be alone in the northern Xinjiang, and the heroine went back to the grave of Zhao Yun in that world to cry.

They are separated not only by time, but also by two worlds.

But my friend said, I dare to write like this, she sharked me, and then I continued to write, and the heroine was hypocritical for a few chapters.

Originally, I was going to arrange a bug in the heroine card system, and to collect smallpox viruses and other sassy operations, but because it was too bad, I didn't dare to write it, so the caravan line was cut. )