Early in the morning of the third day.

The camp tent of the Chinese army, the generals who participated in the battle gathered together.

Coach Xu Ting's temples were as white as frost, his face was serious, and he gave a military order passionately and painfully:

"Today, Xu Ting has been ordered to command millions of troops, vowing to work with you to sweep away the barbarians, build an immortal deed, and return the land of Shenzhou to a clear and clear sky!"

"Since the great changes in the Heavenly Dao, the Central Plains has been repeatedly defeated by barbarians, and has suffered unprecedented humiliation in thousands of years of history!"

"Why?"

When the tent was solemn, Xu Ting gasped, and his tone gradually calmed down:

"They are all blindly defending in the Central Plains, blindly retreating, and we lack the courage to die together."

"The lonely city is in danger, but it can hold on to it for sixty-four years without losing an inch of land, Gu Changan slaughtered ten thousand armies with one person and one sword, courage lies in faith, and faith lies in the people behind us."

"If you don't want to exterminate the species, then fight for your life!"

The suppressed fighting spirit of the generals suddenly erupted, and they raised their tents and shouted:

"Go to the national disaster together and fight to the end!

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Suddenly, Xu Ting pulled out the golden sheath Zhenjun King Sword from Shuai Eucalyptus, slashed angrily, and Chang Eucalyptus smashed to the ground:

"Extermination!"

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The sun was rising, the mist had not yet dissipated, and the Central Plains Great Array east of Yumen Pass was dispatched.

Loud and vigorous trumpets sounded for hundreds of miles, and the army of the camp in front broke through the nest, and the black enveloped the wasteland, like a tidal wave that almost destroyed the earth.

The flag fluttered high, and Xu Ting stood on the cloud car lookout, overlooking the nearly 200,000 soldiers and horses slowly advancing.

Depending on the situation of today's offensive, he could not make a desperate bet in the first battle.

In the first wave of temptation, there were 100,000 infantry troops in the center and 50,000 cavalry on each wing.

In the endless flat wasteland, neither side has much terrain advantage to take advantage of, and a head-on collision depends on the true combat power of both sides.

Therefore, the results of the first battle are very important, if the Central Plains battle loss ratio is too large, the subsequent battle must rely on strange moves to win.

But throughout the history of China, ninety percent of the victors of the war were frontal victories of the stronger side.

10,000 against 6,000, you can rely on strategic tricks.

One million against six hundred thousand, there is only a head-on battle.

In the distance, rumbling drums were loud, the ground seemed to be shaken, and thousands of banners of the barbarian army had appeared in sight.

The Eastern Wu Qin Gong and the Master of Chu were hanging in the air, and behind them were the mighty cultivators, forming a defensive formation, and the front line was lined with special shields made by the Mo family.

"Sons, we don't sacrifice demons, we don't respect ghosts and gods, we only respect our conscience!"

"In the Tang Dynasty in the past, it was the Central Plains that gave our tribe grain, cloth and silk, so that we could say goodbye to the barbaric life and learn etiquette and shame, and the time has come for us to repay our kindness."

"What we have done today is a great honor!"

Zhelansu, who was equipped with heavy armor, personally carried the flag, for fear that Erlang would have no will to fight, so he frantically encouraged the army before the war.

At his point, once the Central Plains is defeated, the whole family will be cut by a thousand knives from the barbarians.

There is only one way to fight to the death!

In case of death in battle, the son and granddaughter can still enjoy a knighthood in Chang'an City.

"Turning into a male soul, Zhenshan River!"

"Zhaozhao has Tang, and the heavens are all over the world!"

"Kill!

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Zhelansu roared as hard as he could, leading his sons and the cavalry on the left flank to make the first wave of charge.

The two armies collided like a sea of mountains, if the rumbling thunder shook the wasteland, if the angry waves hit the universe.

The dense rain of arrows is overwhelming, the swords and axes are contending, and under the shroud of dust and blood, the battlefield has become a flesh and blood grinding field, and the most primitive and bloody fight begins!

After a stick of incense, Xu Ting's face at the Yunche Observatory was tense, and he hoarsely voiced:

"Support the right flank, the Chinese army will break the enemy!"

"No!" The general's arms holding the command flag trembled slightly, and he stepped off the cloud carriage.

The brute dog squirms backwards!

In the first wave of charges, the coalition forces won a great victory, and they were almost overwhelming!

The soldier will be parasitic to the blade!

This is the most tenacious will of Chinese civilization!

The sound of killing and the short roar made the battlefield tremble, and the barbarian army in the west regrouped in two formations, and the giant bird of Yanpeng flew out of the chariots, condensing a blood-colored giant net in the air.

In the coverage of the giant net, the speed of the elite fighting in the Central Plains has slowed down visibly, and even the cavalry running with guns has become sluggish and slow.

"Saint!

As soon as he roared into the sky, he watched as all his sons and daughters were killed, and the formation that originally rushed forward retreated dozens of feet.

The dream demon of the Xishu battlefield reappeared.

Damn the web!

Corpses were strewn all over the field, blood was gushing, wounded soldiers were crying miserably, lying in the wasteland trampled by horses' hooves, and the battlefield was as tragic as an infinite purgatory.

The two martial arts saints cast spells together, and the sky net cover gradually molded the lake, but it did not change the offensive and defensive momentum, and the barbarian iron cavalry that had been scattered before all regained their spirits......

When night fell, hundreds of huge gongs also sounded "dignifiedly".

The two armies withdrew their troops and slowly retreated to the edge of the battlefield.

The Yumen Pass wasteland was full of bloody people with severed arms and stumps, and there were desperate and painful roars everywhere.

The already scarred soldier held a brute dog head in his left and right hands, and his eyes gradually blurred.

He didn't know if the battle would be won, and he didn't know if the Central Plains would win, but his rough palm still grasped the head of the brute dog.

"I'm going to be a father in three months, it's a pity......" The soldier smiled and closed his eyes, lost his head before he died, and pulled out the family letter in his armor and put it on his body.

……

The golden platform of the barbarian army, everyone walked fast, and the battlefield information fell like snow.

The barbarian emperor's breath was gloomy, and he drank the three lords wildly, trying his best to suppress the fire of anger tumbling in his chest.

"Apologize for disembowelment!" He cursed.

Six corpses with angry eyes sat upright at the bottom of the stage, lined up, their hands clenched into their abdomen with short swords.

The judge's face was expressionless, and these six people were extremely humiliated in the first battle, and they could only give an explanation to the imperial sons who died in battle.

"Carry it away!" The purple-haired old monster strode over and said:

"A rough count of the battle situation, an imperial elite consumed two and a half Han slaves, what does Your Majesty think?"

The barbarian emperor didn't say a word.

The Inquisitor was silent, in previous battles, one elite could withstand four Hannu.

Obviously, the battle loss ratio is very embarrassing!

Before using special weapons, a Hanu even killed two elite of the empire, and the battlefield was in a rout, relying on special weapons to save the situation.

"In the face of absolute strength, the will is of little use." The Barbarian Emperor's voice was low, and he added:

"If the blood of doom is not dissolved, it will now be a one-sided slaughter!"

As soon as he thought of Gu Changan's madman, he went crazy with hatred, and his heart was like a knife.

Single-handedly destroyed the Empire's greatest strategy.

"The abyss is satisfied with this battle." The purple-haired old monster said suddenly.

His Majesty personally lined up the troops, whether it was the use of special weapons or the subsequent increase of troops, and there were generally no flaws.

The abyss has always adopted a Gu cultivation strategy for the imperial throne.

A group of excellent Gu worms killed each other in the bottle, leaving a powerful Gu worm behind in the end.

Although His Majesty was ugly before, it was also against a shocking madman, and he was definitely an excellent level in this battle.

The barbarian emperor breathed a sigh of relief, and was finally recognized by the harsh old monster, and he said calmly:

"I will make persistent efforts, and the battle of the Western Regions will be a great battle, and it is necessary to annihilate millions of Han slaves!"

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In the Central Plains military camp, Xu Ting stood silently at Yuanmen, and the generals at the conference table looked solemn.

It's hard to say whether you won or lost the first fight.

Compared with the previous battle loss ratio, the Central Plains can be said to have done its best to consume the barbarians.

But the Heavenly Dao is a barbarian country, and the barbarian is physically strong and strong, and this innate advantage cannot be compensated for by a tenacious will.

What's more, the giant net weapon that reproduces the battlefield of Xishu, the Central Plains has not been able to find a way to crack it, and the two saints have consumed time to resist, but the battlefield has long been unpredictable, and the giant net must be broken at the first time.

And Zhelansu, who was pale outside the barracks, thought for a long time and headed in the direction of the empress's chariot.

As if guessing his intentions, the academy master hesitated for a moment and then followed along.

"Go to the lonely city to recruit Chang'an, and kill Yama with one person and one sword!"

"May Your Majesty advise!"

Arriving outside the chariot tent, Zhelansu knelt on the ground, and the sound spread far and wide.

The arrow wound on his shoulder had not been treated, and blood soaked the hem of his clothes.

"Please strengthen my Central Plains!" Zhe Lansu said loudly, with a hint of panic in his eyes.

The battle of the Western Regions is difficult to win!

He knows it, coach Xu Ting knows it, and the elite who survived it is also clear!

At that time, the morale was so high that it was the most powerful spiritual will in the Central Plains, but after the defeat, that spirit dispersed.

There is a huge gap in strength, he has been loyal to the barbarian country for decades, and he clearly feels the orderly order of the barbarian army.

The barbarian country is like this, if there is no chaos in order, the combat power will not collapse.

Only by giving them a head-on blow can they subvert the order and cause panic among the barbarian army.

And the madman in the hinterland is the perfect candidate.

He really has the ability to kill through all armies by one person, and even if his strength is halved when he leaves the lonely city, he can definitely disrupt the rear of the empire.

"Go back!" The empress slowly walked out in golden armor, and her delicate jade cheeks were extremely cold.

Pei Jingshu, who was standing behind her, also had a cold face, what is this, let His Majesty tie the chains of national righteousness to Gu Changan?

"It's all about victory!" Zhe Lansu's voice was sad, he lost 5,000 children.

Li Deyu, the secretary of the military department, wanted to speak and stopped, and moved his lips for a while before he whispered:

"Your Majesty, according to the scout news earlier, there is no defense behind the barbarian army, and Gu Changan has enough ...... to play"

"Don't say anything!" The empress cut off his words, her eyes shining.

The atmosphere around is as stiff as iron.

Master Ruan Xian and the other martial arts saints glanced at each other, but finally did not stand up.

It's cruel!

If it weren't for Gu Chang'an absorbing the bad luck alone, at this moment, the million-strong division would collapse without a fight, and he would have made the greatest contribution in the battle of national fortune.

But now let him sneak attack, the barbarian army is hundreds of thousands, which is tantamount to death.

Do heroes deserve to die?

Liu Shang at the far end was dizzy and almost stumbled to the ground, and his crazy roar attracted attention, "No...... No way...... Nope"

God knows how many times he repeated these two words, only to feel a cold sadness in his heart.

He always thought that a grand ceremony must be needed to meet him, and he would wait until the victory of the Central Plains, and in the most solemn way to pick up the soul of Anxi, as well as Chang'an, who was guarding the house.

It shouldn't be like this!

"Isn't it ashamed to wait for a million heroes, but they hope that one person will break the game?"

"Gu Changan has been so difficult, and I want to stab him in the heart with my own hands!"

The empress couldn't control her emotions, and her eyes revealed a deep coldness.

"Zhe Lansu, what are your intentions?" The eldest princess of Chu also questioned sharply, and directly deducted a hat:

"Do you want to surrender to the barbarians again?"

Zhelan's heart was as dead as ashes, and she got up and stopped talking.

Although the proposal was very vicious and cruel, he believed that Gu Changan was capable of breaking the ice.

Just imagine, if there is a fire in the backyard of the barbarian army, the front line will definitely panic, isn't this an excellent opportunity for the Central Plains Heroes Division to advance?

Except for Gu Chang'an, who can disrupt the army by himself?

He has the ability, and he is in the hinterland of the Western Regions, the time and place are favorable, and he must take advantage of it.

Countless people in the square were silent, so dead silent that they could hear a pin drop.

They don't understand, but this barbarian doesn't know what the most important thing of the Chinese nation is.

Conscience.

The conscience is the most important, and the ghosts and gods are difficult to deceive.

If you really give this order, you will have a troubled conscience for the rest of your life.

"Please strengthen my Central Plains."

A hoarse voice came suddenly, and coach Xu Ting walked in slowly surrounded by guards.

He held a stack of bloodstained family letters and said calmly:

"So many ordinary people sacrificed for the Central Plains, I implore Gu Changan to continue to move forward, all for the sake of victory."

"This is a pre-war military order, and the land of China cannot be violated."

"This wicked man, I Xu Ting did it."

After speaking, Liu Shang, who walked towards the soulless, said softly:

"I'm sorry."

"Are there any reinforcements?" Liu Shang's eyes were full of tears.

Xu Ting was suffering in his heart, but as the commander of the million-dollar coalition, how could he expose a trace of weakness.

"Nope!"

"No, hahahaha...... No, I don't. Liu Shang suddenly laughed unscrupulously, and a sharp and sharp laugh echoed in the square.

Whether it was the civil and military officials of the Seven Kingdoms, or the martial arts cultivators, they all felt a burst of colic, and sadness and guilt swept over.

There were no reinforcements.

As before, Gu Changan still had to fight alone.

"Is Chang'an punished when he comes to the world?"

"I'd rather not climb out of the Yumen Pass, I'd rather not learn ventriloquism, I'd rather the city of Qiuzi fell sixty-three years ago!"

A drop of water dropped in Liu Shang's eye socket, and suddenly he squatted down to cover his face, his thin back twitched violently, and tears flowed silently from his fingers.

It is the Central Plains that pushes Chang'an to a more cruel hell, and it is the national righteousness that Chang'an has in mind!

All of them are feeling guilty and saying:

Chang'an, you have the ability to do this, you can be a little more crazy.

But how much pain and suffering he had to endure!

"Fuck you in the Central Plains!"

Liu Shang got up suddenly and left without looking back.

"For you to sneak attack hundreds of thousands of troops?" He stared at the academy master with scarlet eyes.

The Master avoided his eyes.

"Replace you?!" Liu Shang stared at Beiliang Ruan Xian tightly.

Ruan Xian also bowed his head.

Liu Shang smiled fiercely:

"You want to say that you are not afraid of death, but you can't do it, only Chang'an can slaughter the army, right?"

"Why don't you stab you ten thousand times first, crush your intestines, and see if it hurts?"

"I really regret why I didn't die on the Road to the Western Regions."

He swept his guilty face with tears.

It was precisely this group of people who sent Chang'an to death!

But when Liu Shang walked through the barracks, looked at countless ordinary men with firm faces, and looked at those young faces who stood straight, he suddenly looked like a white-headed old soldier who swore to die in the city.

He stopped, whimpering silently.

For the Central Plains.

For the sake of fucking the Central Plains!

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