A long, long time ago, Liu Ying also heard such a sound of battle in a very close distance.

It's been a long, long time.

That was ten years ago.

Ten years ago, in the midst of the chaos.

That year, he was only six years old, and he was not the crown prince of the Han Dynasty, but the son of the King of Han. That year, during the Chu-Han War, the Han army retreated, and the King of Han fled with his general Xiahou Ying, and the Chu army sent people to Fengpei to capture the family of the King of Han.

Sister Ah dragged him to run in the field, he kept looking back, he couldn't figure out why he was fine yesterday, and he had to leave home today, and there were cars and horses passing by on the road from time to time, and they had to be careful not to be seen. He couldn't find his grandfather, and he couldn't find his mother.

The self-sufficient little world in the rich countryside was trampled by Chu Han's iron horse overnight, and the six-year-old was actually too young to understand anything and could not do anything. When he met his father, he and his sister were ecstatic, completely relieved, and thought: It's okay now.

No matter what really happens out there, Father will protect them.

A round of red sun rises from the east, light and heat judge people, not afraid of right and wrong in the world.

"Report." The herald's long voice came from the east of the hill, and he knelt down on one knee and raised his head, his face covered with blood and the same color as the sun behind him, "The rebel attack is fierce, Captain Li can't stop them, and gradually retreats to General Fan Xiao." ”

"Hmm." He replied softly, indicating that he understood.

Next to him, Zhang Kai asked, "What about the casualties on both sides?" ”

"The rebels were brave and fearless of death, and Captain Li and they resisted desperately, and both sides suffered heavy casualties. However," the young herald's voice lifted up, "General Fan Xiao shot some of the most ferocious rebels with a rhubarb crossbow, and the morale of our army was greatly boosted. ”

"Hmm."

In fact, he has no impression of his father.

Soon after he was born, his father rebelled against Qin. I've been out and about. I haven't been at home for years. In his impression, he saw more of his mother's slightly frowning eyebrows and eyes, and the calluses on his hands.

Everyone said that King Han was a great hero.

But why do the heroes' wives and children have to wait in their hometowns?

The sound of the hooves of the chasing soldiers of the Chu army was getting closer and closer, and Uncle Xiahou tried his best to urge the chariots and horses to run. The horse was tired, it was dragging too many people, it couldn't run fast.

Father's eyes wandered around Uncle Xiahou, Sister A, and himself. In the broken car, Sister Ah held her hand and trembled all the time. He raised his head, not understanding the meaning of his father's eyes, but the child's instinct told him. That would be a cruel decision to yourself.

Father smiled and said to him, "Ying'er, you and your sister are waiting here, and when Father gets rid of the pursuers, I will come back to pick you up." He was smiling. A piece of kindness and happiness, but pushing his hands has a force that cannot be refused.

"Knock, knock, knock......"

The sun rises over the top of the mountains, a beam of sunlight shines down through the treetops, and the dark flag waives in the wind. The sky is open and cloudy.

"Knock knock, knock knock, knock knock......"

"Knock knock ......" A rapid war drum came from far and near. Merge with the frequency of the heartbeat, and in the end, it rings like thunder.

"The rebels are coming." The unknown sergeant shouted.

He seemed to be able to hear, ten miles, a hundred miles away. The sound of horses' hooves on the avenue of Han reinforcements.

When he got out of the car, no one knew. In that moment, he was horrified.

Uncle Xiahou carried him into the car again, and his father pushed him out of the car again. In the end, Father's eyes widened and he became angry, "If we continue like this, we will all have to be caught up by the pursuers." ”

That's why you chose to leave your son behind, right?

When he was six years old, his world was trampled by the iron cavalry of the Chu army. He had hoped that his father would make up for him, but his father couldn't do it.

Later, his father made him the crown prince, his father was kind and filial to his son, his mother returned, and his sister got married.

Everything seems to be in good harmony.

He gradually forgot the horror of the moment when his father pushed him out of the carriage.

The wind was still, and he could smell the blood in the air, killing endlessly.

The drums sounded like a raindrop. The guards around him drew their swords and looked cautious and guarded.

The deafening sound of the drum broke through the veil covering the memory, and only then did I get a glimpse of the mottled and hideous scars on my heart.

Over the years, he didn't look at it, didn't think about it, but he knew that the scars were rotting under the gauze cover, filling pus, and gradually becoming a disease.

The day is about half a day in the east.

One, two...... Three-

The dark armor of the Huainan rebels appeared under the hill.

More than 1,000 Huainan rebels, at the cost of eighty percent of the casualties, finally sent these one hundred and eighty-two companions to the bottom of this hill in front of themselves.

"Stone." Liu Ying said in a solemn voice.

Large pieces of sheep's head stones rolled down from the top of the hill, killing several people in an instant. And the momentum of the Huainan rebels had to slow down.

He drew the sword in his waist with a brush, and the sound of the brush was crisp, "Drumming." ”

The drums clattered in the nearest place. Eight hundred elite soldiers were already red-eyed by the sound of killing under the mountain. In that area, thousands of Han troops paid with their lives to delay the sound of drums on the hills.

In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling.

None of them can go back.

"Boom." The first sound of a two-sword parry.

"Snort." The sound of the first sword blade rushing into the opponent's chest.

Blood splashed on his face, on his body, Liu Ying didn't have time to reach out to wipe it off, he swung his sword and cut off the arm of a Huainan army who rushed in front of him, cleanly.

He is the prince of the Han Dynasty, but he is not a young master who is powerless.

After the scourge of swords and soldiers that year, he has been urging himself to practice riding and archery swordsmen all these years. Just so that if the events of the day happen again, they will no longer only tremble and ask others for refuge.

So I got up early every morning to practice swordsmanship.

If you can't even rely on your own father, who can you rely on in the most desperate situation?

In this world, there will be no second Xiahou baby.

The incident on the road is a wound in his life, and even if he kills the enemy with his own hands, it will not be able to heal.

The Han army and the Huainan army fought fiercely. The Huainan rebels roamed their eyes, judging which one was the prince of the Han Dynasty. On the hill, layers of Han army guards surrounded Liu Ying, Zhang Kai, and Xu Xiang and swore to fight to the death.

"That's him." Suddenly, a person pointed to the young man in white fish scale armor under the banner of the Han Festival and said, "The text is so literary that he can't even hold a sword, he must be the little white-faced prince of the Han Dynasty." ”

So more than 100 Huainan rebels tried their best to rush to kill the white boy, for a while. The young man's face turned pale, but he touched his waist and quickly calmed down again. The face was filled with a bloody intent that would be reborn after death.

"Hey." Liu Ying was shocked and amused, and shouted with laughter, but Zhang Kaiyi grabbed his hand and pinched it.

"Don't go and protect the prince yet." Zhang Kai shouted hissed, pointing to the white-clad young man under the Han flag.

The guards understood. All flocked to the Han Banner, but intentionally or unintentionally they were still on Liu Ying's side. The Huainan army rose up and attacked again and again, leaving behind corpses, but was blocked back by the Han army again and again. Blood flowed from both sides, soaking the grass across the hills.

The sun is nearly mid-heaven. It's nearly noon.

There were countless times when the blade of the sword slashed at him, always being slashed by the blade of the slash. He no longer knew how many people he had killed, on top of the hill. The corpses were piled up into a carpet, and the Han and Huai sides continued to entangle endlessly on this carpet.

Suddenly, a familiar guard in front of him looked horrified, shouted "Your Highness", and rushed over and pushed him away.

Liu Ying has not yet understood what is happening. I only heard the sound of the crossbow whining through the air in my ears, brushing my cheeks. Shot into the guard's forehead.

Blood mixed with brains flowed down, and the guards slowly fell.

Under the long sunset, the child who was pushed out of the car staggered to his feet and walked towards his father step by step.

Liu Ying didn't have time to help the guards, turned around and raised his sword, and used all his strength to hold the heavy sword blade.

Wherever you fall, you have to get up from there, and when you get up, pat the hurt wound and keep moving forward.

And in this moment, he took a big stride, from six to sixteen.

Horror.

"His Royal Highness the Prince." The visitor glanced at another young man under the flag, laughing loudly, wearing dark armor, full of beard, and heroic, "The abacus is good, but I didn't expect the old man to come in person." ”

Liu Ying only felt that the tiger's mouth sank, her hands were numb, and she couldn't help but take a step back, unload her sword, raise her eyebrows and smile, "How come?" Uncle Ying, my little nephew is waiting for you. ”

The Huainan army is the best in the world, who is the best general in the army?

It's Yingbu.

So how could this army of the dead that had placed all his hopes on him not be among them?

For a while, the situation on the hill changed again, and the Han army used Xu Xiang as bait to mislead the Huainan rebels to ensure Liu Ying's safety. It was a plan, but it also indirectly caused a situation where most of the Han troops couldn't catch up for a while when Yingbu and Liu Ying split faces.

In an instant, the entire hill was silent. So everyone watched with bated breath.

Yingbu is brave by nature, he misses a sword, and then splits again, Liu Ying only feels that his mind is blank, and he doesn't have time to think about any plan, so he instinctively follows Yingbu's offensive. However, the three swords had already stepped back seven steps, only to feel that their arms trembled, and the heavier sword in their hands was already heavy and could not be lifted.

But that's enough time to slow down.

Suddenly, a rhubarb crossbow broke through the air under the hill, and at least it had the power of six stones, picking up the vital points of Yingbu and shooting them. Yingbu was stumbling, and in an instant, he caught a glimpse of a large number of Han troops rushing over, protecting Liu Ying heavily behind.

"Old, old." Yingbu laughed miserably in his heart. If he was ten years younger, Shicai's last sword would be enough to cut off the sword in Liu Ying's hand and cut off a part of his arm.

In the end, he is a hero, and he misses a blow, and he is not discouraged. Concentrate on dealing with the Han generals who threw down the bow and crossbow in their hands and rushed over.

After everyone, Liu Ying stuck his sword on the ground, his face was pale, and he suddenly heard a crash, and the surrounding guards screamed quietly. After being stunned for a while, I realized that the sword of the Son of Heaven inserted in the ground was broken from it.

Before the cold sweat on his back had time to roll down, he could already hear a high-pitched cheer around him,

"Your Highness, reinforcements are coming, reinforcements are coming."

Looking back, sure enough, under the hill, a group of cavalry could be seen galloping in the distance, and there was smoke and dust under the hooves. Headed by the dark color heavy tail flag, there is a big "Han" character on it.

The sun is in the sky.

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"When he was six years old, his world was trampled by the iron cavalry of the Chu army. He had hoped that his father would make up for him, but his father couldn't do it. "In my own way, the painful experience of a child being pushed off the carriage by his own father in the process of fleeing for his life will make people mentally ill.

Lu Yuan and Liu Ying both have the sequelae of the second year of the Han Dynasty, which they usually can't see, but when they reach a certain time, they will unconsciously remember it. Lu Yuan chose to seek refuge in love, while Liu Ying healed himself with an iron-blooded war.

This is the difference between men and women.

To use a common metaphor, the father is the roof and the mother is the wall, and together they hold up a family. So for this first founding family of the Han Dynasty, Liu Bang did not support the top of the family for his children, the father is a very important role in the eyes of the child, and his performance can support the child's backbone and help the child take many detours. As a father, Liu Bang is not qualified. As for Lu Pheasant, it is estimated that the wall is too thick, and she forgot to set up a door, she wants to confine the children in her own wall forever, which is protection and imprisonment.

Although one is very important and the other is not, however, none of them are qualified.