In the afternoon, the sun is rarely shining. [Full text reading]

The winter was warm, and the Shangyang generals led by Fu Xiwen only felt the chill born from the bottom of their hearts.

"Ladies and gentlemen, I misjudged. ”

Fu Xiwen is a person with a pure temperament, and he calmly admits to the generals the mistakes he has made. can't help but admit that it makes sense that he can be respected as one of the top players in the world.

He thought that Wang Ce had captured the second line of defense and would take a break for a while. This judgment was quickly overturned, and Wang Ce slapped his face through the War Spirit Army.

The War Spirit Army is simply like crazy, like a tide of rage, launching a terrifying and decisive charge.

The advent of one bō one bō is never interrupted.

Not to mention the front-line soldiers, even the commander-in-chief battalion can clearly feel the terrifying pressure.

At this time, Fu Xiwen truly realized how strong courage and tenacious nerves Ma Fuxiang and other front-line soldiers needed in the face of this endless battle spirit charge.

If Wang Ce's War Spirit Army can really be endless, maybe even the Red Dragon Rider will be worn out little by little!

The Red Dragon Cavalry, the Imperial Forest Army of the Shangyang Emperor, is only three thousand, but it is the most elite trump card. And the dragon and tiger ride of the Great Law, the heavenly dragon ride being formed by the Northern Tang Dynasty, is a concept.

No matter whether the enemy is strong or weak, facing an endless number of enemies, a bōbō charge seems to never be finished, and the enemy army that is never afraid can be killed. Anyone's morale and will will be destroyed little by little.

Fu Xiwen thought through his head, and he really couldn't think of a strategy that could be cracked, and no one could think of it.

Wang Ce's strategy is the simplest, directly relying on absolute strength and numbers, to attack and destroy the enemy army head-on. And this just confirms the old saying: the simplest is often the least flawed.

A frontal assault is quite reasonable. But Wang Ce sent the War Spirit Army, a bōbō non-stop attack, it was really too vicious, it was a magic weapon to destroy the will to fight and morale.

The second line of defense, with 100,000 troops. Facing the first bō charge of the War Spirit Army, he only paid less than 3,000 battle losses, and completely annihilated the first bō 300,000 Battle Spirit Army.

The second bō followed up, and the Shangyang defense line paid about 13,000 battle losses and was completely annihilated again.

The third bō Battle Spirit Army charged, but the Shangyang Army's defense line was physically and mentally exhausted, and the will to fight was exhausted, and the battle losses were close to 30,000. The Citzer Corps, which was pressed on the whole line, followed and annihilated nearly 40,000.

That is, in the case of continuous combat, physical and mental exhaustion, and the will to fight is shaken. The second line of defense was also almost completely wiped out on the premise of receiving reinforcements.

The Xice Legion had almost no battle losses, while Wang Ce only paid the sacrifice of 800,000 first-class battle spirit troops.

Theoretically speaking, to annihilate 100,000 people, Wang Ce would need to pay at least five million first-class battle spirit troops. From this data comparison, you can see how vicious this trick is.

"The key now is, how many Battle Spirit Troops does Wang Ce have?"

Fu Xiwen looked around, and the generals were silent, really unable to think of a way. Wang Ce is not afraid of sacrificing the War Spirit Army, what can they do to crack it.

A Martial Emperor coughed: "The old man has scouted in the sky, and the middle camp of the Northern Tang Army is estimated to be only about one million Battle Spirit Army. ”

Fu Xiwen and the generals all secretly breathed a sigh of relief. If it's just over a million, that's easy.

At the current intensity, it will last until dark at most, and it will be almost exhausted.

As soon as the discussion was made here, a bad news shocked everyone's hearts.

The third line of defense is lost.

......

......

"Marshal, we have conquered the third line of defense!"

Zhong Yunshan rode his horse back and reported with joy. For the first time in his life, he felt that the most tragic field battle could be fought so easily.

Nonsense, the War Spirit Army took the lead in charging, taking the lead in seizing the position to fight, and pinning down the opponent's long-range attack power. It's all the war spirit army that sacrificed, can it be easy?

The War Spirit Army charged first, and then the Sitzer Legion followed and seized the position. This alternating attack style made the soldiers on the Shangyang defense line miserable.

Xie Shimi's eyes lit up: "Do you want to move the battle line forward?"

Ce shook his head, pondered for a while, and suddenly said, "How far have we advanced?"

Zhong Yunshan calculated: "If you press to the front, it will be almost fifty miles." If not, that's about thirty miles. ”

The generals' hearts moved, and they faintly felt that Wang Ce's question seemed to contain something.

Wang Ce ignored the crowd, but continued to order: "Li Zicheng, prepare for the next bō charge, continue to attack the middle lane!"

"Sandbox!"

The guards hurriedly lifted the sand table over, and the sun shone brightly. There is no need for Wang Ce to explain, all kinds of latest information on the battlefield are quickly reflected on the sand table.

Xi Zhenzhi and others came over one after another, and the battle situation reflected in the sand table was not too fierce.

For the time being, the east and west roads maintained strong military oppression, and did not attack strongly, basically maintaining the original situation. Only in the middle road, after Wang Ce paid millions of war spirit cannon fodder, he advanced for thirty or forty miles. Further, that is the defense line of the Shangyang Army.

"It seems that the Shangyang Army has also been divided into three major theaters. "Judging from the battlefield situation, the middle road of the Shangyang Army has been driven into thirty or forty miles, and there are no obvious signs of rushing to the aid in the eastern and western theaters.

"Ladies and gentlemen. On the east and west roads, how many men and horses did they have, and who were the main generals?" Wang Ce did not raise his head.

Zhu Xiangru gestured with one eye, and one of his subordinates hurried over, and soon came over with a stack of files. The Northern Ya must fully cooperate with the war in the Southern Theater, which is the biggest reason for Zhu Xiangru to go south in person.

"The approximate location of the servants. Wang Ce crossed his arms and rubbed his chin vigorously.

The military counselor quickly identified the location of the servant army: "The servant army is temporarily organized into ten corps, and the home army is ten corps. There are three of them in the east and west, which seem to be stationed alone in a certain place, but in fact they are mixed in with the home army. ”

Wang Ce raised his head, his soft gaze fell on his daughter-in-law, and then turned to his father-in-law: "Emperor Wu?"

Zhu Xiangru frowned deeply: "I can't determine the whereabouts of Emperor Shangyang Wu." According to intelligence speculation, Emperor Wu of Shangyang was divided into three groups of activities, one carrying space treasures, and the other wandering around, protecting the logistics line of river and land transportation. ”

"The remaining strand, which should account for half, is used as a strategic maneuver. ”

Wang Ce rubbed his chin, Emperor Wu of Shangyang and the Northern Tang Dynasty was originally half a catty and eight taels. After Shangyang swept through the south and occupied part of the central part of the country in the north, the pattern of the emperor was revealed, and many sects and families joined the army, and the number of Emperor Wu swelled all of a sudden.

However, Shangyang's Martial Emperor is definitely still not as much as the Great Law. After Wang Ce's return, the number of Martial Emperors was actually about the same.

Many people watched the battle in this area, waiting for the process and outcome of the battle between the North and the South. Among them, there may not be no Martial Emperor Wuzong.

The normal defeat of the Northern Tang Dynasty is not good, if Shangyang expects Emperor Wu to take action to win the victory, those Emperor Wu who does not like the human emperor may not be able to take action against Shangyang. Shangyang has not dared to rely on high-end force to make a fuss, in fact, there are also fears.

"Emperor Wu, ignore it for the time being. Wang Ce asked again, "What about Wuzong?"

Zhu Xiangru said directly: "Similarly, it is also divided into several groups, some of which are active on the logistics line, some of which act as commanders on the battlefield, and the remaining one as a mobile force. ”

A martial artist descended from the sky and hurriedly said, "The Shangyang Army is retreating from the east and west!"

"Damn!" Wang Ce slammed his fist into his palm.

At this moment, Xie Shimian and the others moved in their hearts and suddenly realized. No wonder Wang Ce would concentrate on attacking the middle lane, but let go of the east and west lanes, it turned out to be ...... Wang Ce wanted to outflank him diagonally from the left and right flanks.

Damn Fu Xiwen, this old rabbit is too shrewd. Wang Ce gritted his teeth, in fact, it was a rather obvious momentum to outflank obliquely, and no one had seen it before, because the strength of the Northern Tang Army was obviously unable to do it.

The reason is very simple, the middle route army is only more than 200,000, once it is obliquely outflanked. The middle lane was empty, and it was swallowed by the Shangyang Middle Route Army in minutes.

Fu Xiwen didn't think that Wang Ce would do that, but the endless war spirit army made him vigilant again, and this was the matter of retreating from Shangyang's East and West Road.

Wang Ce grinded his teeth, didn't care, and raised his head decisively: "Order, the First Army advances and outflanks the Shangyang East Route Army." The Second Army Corps went west and outflanked the Shangyang West Route Army. ”

"Immediately, strike!"

Xiong Shiwu and Zhong Yun were fanatical, and shouted wildly: "The last general obeys orders!"

Xie Shimi and the others were dumbfounded, and Xi Zhenzhi's voice was loud: "Dashuai, it will be a chaotic battle if you fight like this." ”

Wang Ce beckoned: "Li Zicheng, I order, your troops will be divided into two routes, as the vanguard, outflanking the enemy army on the east and west roads!"

After speaking, Wang Ce raised his head, and everyone saw the faint coldness in his eyes: "Fighting in chaos may not be impossible to win in chaos!"

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The sea of war spirit army, overwhelmingly advancing, suddenly divided into two streams, slanted to the east and west respectively.

The First Army Corps and the Second Army Corps on the Middle Beitang Road were also assembled and advanced at high speed to the east and west roads respectively. Among them, the fast infantry and fast cavalry, as a small number of elites, advanced at full speed and assault.

Viewed from the sky, these small number of elite rapid reaction forces, advancing at full speed, are extremely staggering. In just a few moments, the large army was thrown off two thousand meters.

One of these Shangyang Martial Sects who were hovering in the sky to reconnoitre, one of them happened to be a former officer, and he had insight into Wang Ce's outflanking tactics at a glance, and he was sweating profusely for a while.

Flying back to the camp quickly, this martial artist moved all the way, rushed into the camp like lightning, and hurriedly said: "Dashuai, it's not good." ”

Fu Xiwen felt uneasy in his heart, and this martial sect said solemnly: "Wang Ce dispatched a large army to outflank the east and west roads!"

"Bastard!" A string called reason in Fu Xiwen's mind broke in an instant: "This unreasonable bastard, what does he want to do!"

Fu Xiwen, who is elegant and sven, may be a large general, the first time he saw him so out of shape and angry, he immediately shocked everyone.

"Bastard, too bastard. He's simply, it's simply unreasonable, he's simply ......" Fu Xiwen is really not very good at scolding.

Bang! A punch slammed into the bookcase, and his anger eased, but his face was even more pale, and he muttered, "What's in it for him to do this?"

The generals were silent.

Fu Xiwen said to himself: "This ...... Big trouble!"

"What time is the train tomorrow?" Han Xuejia held her guitar and looked at the sea full of fog.

"Let's go. "Marco wants to go back.

Marco sighed, looked away from her, and stared blankly at the sea.

"Will you stay in Qingdao?"

Silence -

The scent of her long hair made Marco sink in, "Why don't you play?" Marco asked, looking at her back.

Marco felt that he couldn't bear this woman, this was a deep attachment -

His guitar had already fallen a layer of crystal snow, and it was getting dark, and Marco began to feel uncomfortable.

Will I come back to find this girl, and will fate give me a chance?

Marco was much calmer, and he knew that Du Hui was lying to himself.

The two sat silently side by side on the reef in the night.

"Hmm"

"Maybe. ”

The next morning, Marco got up early, knowing that she would not come to see him off.

Han Xuejia responded softly, smiled gently, and lowered her head to play the guitar.

The two of them wěn for a long time.

This guitar is gone, maybe Su Mei will let herself keep Han Xuejia's "Is it cold?" Marco felt that the sea breeze was a little cold.

Marco bowed his head to her, Marco also closed his eyes, he wanted to enjoy the moment, if he could succeed, he would definitely come back to her, but-

Is his current self qualified to love her? No, Marco smiled bitterly.

Are you a little afraid of love now?

"I'm a little cold. ”

"Why is it so slow?" Han Xuejia looked at him with some resentment.

But—

The two of them sat there for a long time, only the rustle of the waves on the shore.

Or is she saying goodbye to this wolf that is about to go away?

She is about to become his bride, and the love that is close at hand, but it can only stop at ambiguity, and both of them understand that at this moment, they are missing something-

Marco gritted his teeth, lifted the guitar, took out the fearless spirit of "Leather", held his head high, and strode out of the gate like a martyr of "Ge" going to the execution ground.

Han Xuejia smiled at him slightly, maybe neither of them wanted to touch the ambiguous feelings, Marco broke out in a cold sweat when he thought about Han Xuejia, how should he say goodbye to this woman?

"Hmm," she said softly, opening her eyes.

But why can't I speak?

Two guitars placed side by side behind them.

He suddenly found Han Xuejia who accompanied him on his birthday yesterday, Marco stood up, went to Han Xuejia's side and sat down gently, "Hmm-"

"I—" Mark didn't say anything.

She meekly lay back into Marco's arms, "Better?"

The cool sea breeze made Marco feel a little comfortable.

Is it holding on to his wandering footsteps?

But this did not in any way reduce Marco's sleepiness.

Marco sighed softly and found that Han Xuejia's piano had stopped.

Do you not want to touch the mō, or do you not dare?

As soon as Han Xuejia wanted to get up, she stared blankly at the ethereal lights on the sea again.

What is this sound?

Mark listened quietly.

And Su Mei has long left this world, how much she wants to embrace this girl in her arms, this sea has witnessed her former love-

Why did you meet Han Xuejia when she was the most depressed?

They have all been lying in their arms on this reef to watch the sea with themselves, and they are stupid to think about the future together.

It's already dark.

13

The wěn by the sea is not a person now, only himself is left on this seaside, and he is the first woman he has seen since he was twenty-seven years old.

"I'm done, you come out, I'm waiting for you at the South Gate of H. ”

Is she confiding her thoughts to herself?

Could it be too late?

Two women who once loved deeply: "Why?"

Will this be the end? or the beginning?

This smell is so familiar, this is the fragrance of Sumei.

Mark closed his eyes and let the sea breeze blow his thoughts—

"Han Xuejia"

"Well, there's nothing to bring, just two broken boxes. ”

"I don't know. ”

"I don't know. ”

Why did you go to Beijing? What did you crave?

The music she plays is very soft, even a kind of melancholy poignant. The tactful notes, slowly flowing from the strings, drifted in the twilight, and disappeared in the evening breeze.

This one has already seen death as home.

"Seven o'clock, get up early tomorrow morning, you should be able to get over. Marco looked at Han Xuejia and lowered his head.

Maybe Mark wanted to stay, too, but—

But what does this mean?

"Oh-"

"A little uncomfortable. Han Xuejia still sat there quietly.

"How long have you waited?" said Marco.

Still silent-

"Thank you for taking care of you all the time. ”

"Maybe. She said lightly.

"I don't want to play. Marco had an inexplicable melancholy.

The two men reached the reef they frequented most and sat down.

The drifting guitar, the light dancing snow huā, this time he thinks time flies too fast. I'm going to face that female devil so soon!

It's already a snow guitar --

"Ready?"

However, this guitar can't be played for this piece of snow, will Su Mei already know the story of herself and Han Xuejia?

Is this the ideal of a man? Why can't he stop bohemian?

There was only a small piece of paper with three words on it.

"Will you be back later?"

The sound of the piano is like a dream, and the people of Iraq are like water.

"Let's go, it's cold. Marco asked Han Xuejia in his arms.

What would she wish she could be?

Silence -

Maybe she could have kept him, too—

Su Mei is so gentle and kind.

"Aren't you playing the guitar?" Han Xuejia didn't move.

Marco smiled, a little bitter, perhaps it was the most precious birthday present he had ever received.

Is that really her? She is where she belongs?

Lights were already on in the buildings in the distance, and street lamps were on.

"Let's go, go to the beach. ”

"You-" Han Xuejia opened her mouth and didn't say.

Marco was stunned, and Han Xuejia lay in his arms.

Han Xuejia closed her eyes.

It is impossible for him and Han Xuejia to do those things.

Those joyous days, it seems, were just yesterday, and they really seemed like a dream.

Han Xuejia, what is this girl thinking?

Han Xuejia carried his acoustic guitar and waited for him there early.

Helplessly, this situation can be recalled, "Oh-"

Maybe he could have chosen to stay, Han Xuejia's long hair also swayed lightly in the wind, and the beautiful back made Ma Ke intoxicated.

Marco gently stretched out his arm and took her into his arms.

"Hmm"

What about yourself?

Is the heavens playing tricks on themselves?

"Hmm," Han Xuejia also smiled.

He opened Bai Jing's gift box.

Or are you praying for this stray guitar?

The piece of paper fell to the ground, and Marco's figure disappeared into the early morning mist.

This guy was frowning, and Han Xuejia's text message arrived.

Just passing by with ambiguous regrets?

Maybe I can ask her now, or confess to her,!。