[Why?] Because do you think your virtue is enough to convince them? 】

…… No.

Virtue is not enough to convince anyone.

"I am different from theirs, because I will set an example," she said to herself in a clear voice, "What the latecomers want to challenge is no longer the sea of blood that is full of corpses. 】

They have to challenge a high mountain.

It was not a mountain that she had built herself, but a mountain built by many of her, of many people who had walked with her, of many people she would never see again.

The golden cymbal rang out.

One by one, the soldiers in the front row spread their legs, lowered their waists slightly, held their breath, shielded their torsos, and left their eyes behind the shields, staring coldly at the approaching enemy.

Pull Beck looked away from the front and looked at the wings.

The wings are like geese, shrinking backwards.

Everything was as usual, but the wings seemed to be thicker and fuller than the previous days, maybe Lu Lian mobilized a reserve that he didn't know about and protected the two wings, maybe Lu Lian once again used the homeless people as a cover and bluffed.

For many nights that never slept, Zhao Zhao was studying every battle Lu Lian had fought.

She is a flawless and surprising general at a glance, and a somewhat mediocre and upright general on closer inspection.

Every battle will be won, but in retrospect, those surprise wins are not shocking. Her main force rarely takes a detour, rarely divides her troops, rarely uses fire and water, and even if she uses those tricks, most of them are also the work of her generals - such as Gao Shun burning the sun.

What she relied on, in addition to her own martial arts, was only Tai Shici's Qingzhou Army and Zhang Liao's Bingzhou Army.

It's not unusual, he can't play like the champion Hou, but he has never been defeated once.

Even when the Chinese army was about to be annihilated several times and could not be defeated, Lu Lian was always able to stabilize the last front.

The Futu cultists said that she was really blessed by the gods and Buddhas of the heavens - among them, there was a Futu monk who had seen Lu Lian in person, who was particularly determined, and kept saying that he had seen the Buddha's light above her head.

But this is impossible, thinking about it, she has not been defeated, just because she has the ability not to be defeated.

And he had to crush her today.

When he set out on the expedition, Ming Gong had nothing to ask him to say, nor did he give him anything extra.

Ming Gong took off the bloody clothes and handed it to him in full view of everyone.

- It was stained with the blood of martyrs!

The trial relied on a lonely courage and a heroic heart to save Yecheng!

And he saw the same thing in the eyes of Ming Gong.

Ming Gong's body was about to be unable to support it.

There is no next decisive battle.

Ming Gong's promotion and appreciation of him can only go here, so he must repay him with the same loyalty today!

When he drank the wine that Ming Gong rewarded, there were still many chaotic things in his heart, such as Ming Gong's illness, such as the eyes of the people around him, and Lu Lian's tenacity and strength.

But when he rode forward in the bloody garment of the trial, all the confusion in his heart disappeared.

The arrogant and stubborn old man seemed to be walking in front of him, his figure straight like a long sword out of its sheath.

The two armies clashed, without any tricks.

The recruit no longer divided the troops to attack her camp, nor did she attack Zhecheng, the front army was 10,000, and the left and right were 5,000, and the 20,000 troops did not even have any temptation, and rushed straight up.

This is exactly the upper limit of the number of troops with combat effectiveness that she can dispatch.

The soldiers on both sides had different faces, but they looked like they were the same, and when they were mixed together, they were distorted into an equally blurred face.

They roared, roared, and screamed, the only difference being that the opposite side needed to move forward step by step, tearing apart the line, while her army was on the defensive, only defending.

The attack was so fierce that her soldiers gradually retreated a few steps, but the line remained steady.

She stared intently at the scene, and someone around her moved uneasily.

"What's wrong?" She asked.

"The army in the other army is very neat," Zhuge Liang said in a low voice, "I don't see any changes." ”

"Just got into a fight," she said naturally, "what could have happened?" ”

"Didn't the general say that Yuan Shao's military camp was just peaceful, and there must be something strange about the decisive battle immediately?"

"Yes," she said, "but what's so strange about it, and why should you see it on the other side?" ”

The little gentleman fell into deep thought for a moment, while her gaze swept to Zhang Liao on the other side.

Zhang Liao was far away from her, in the middle of a group of cavalry, but he still keenly received this look, turned his head and smiled at her.

Today's Zhang Liao is no different from any other day.

The weak have little chance in most cases against the strong.

As long as the other side does not reduce intelligence, the time, place and people do not have any decisive advantage, that is, they can only hibernate.

But that doesn't mean there's no chance at all.

For example, the Jizhou army was selected to fight today, and for example, the former army did not make any cover up at all, and put on a posture of breaking the kettle and fighting against the water, all kinds of signs are very strange.

The time gate is completely on Yuan Shao's side, he can wait, wait for half a month, a month, wait until the recruits come in, consume her with absolute superiority, and then calmly go south.

He could have chased her all the way to the edge of the Yangtze River, during which neither Liu Biao nor Liu Xun nor Zhang He Gaolan, who guarded Jiangling, had the ability to stop the footsteps of the army.

So why did he rush out to the decisive battle?

- This is an opportunity, perhaps fleeting, so she must calm down, she must see clearly, she must take this opportunity with all her might!

Yuan Shao's Chinese army was calm, and the front army was approaching step by step.

The scuffle continues, the opportunity has not yet appeared, and she has to wait.

Her soldiers were falling, the front row fell, the back row immediately topped up, the captain fell, and the leader had to pick up the hook.

They are all waiting.

She waited patiently.

Her soldiers waited with their lives.

Every minute, every second.

Yuan Shao is also waiting.

His eyes were a little glazed, and he could only follow the flag, vaguely and confusedly judging the direction.

But he was still sitting in his place.

He wore his armor, not the one that had been freshly made by the craftsmen before he set out for the battle, and which was very beautifully carved, but one that had been with him for a long time and was slightly worn.

Armor does not give him strength, but it will have a different meaning in the eyes of others.

The soldiers felt that the commander who had led them to unify Hebei had returned;

The family felt that their lord was recovering well, and he had the possibility of going to the battle again.

They all saw in him what they needed, and Yuan Shao only felt cold and hot all over his body, and he had to fall off the bed several times.

In the end, he still relied on his own perseverance to support it.

"When?" His voice was still steady and deep, with only a little trill, which was not easy for others to hear.

His retinue immediately replied to him: "My lord, the hour is more than halfway." ”

He frowned, "The former army has not yet returned?" ”

Someone whispered for a while, and then a very respectful tone sounded.

"The land thief retreats step by step, the defeat has been revealed, and the general will not make the lord stay for a long time."

"How much back?"

There seemed to be someone around who hesitated, not knowing how to answer.

"Is the lord dissatisfied?"

Where is there any dissatisfaction with him!

His eyes were so flowery that he couldn't see the chaotic battlefield in the distance! All he wanted was an answer!

When Yuan Shao's fists clenched silently, Xun Chen suddenly spoke.

"Two hundred steps."

Two hundred steps away, Lu Lian had already retreated to the battalion!

Yes, after many days of wheel battles, her soldiers and horses should also be exhausted!

What else could she compete with him!

The lord's voice suddenly brought a sense of relief:

"Order, the Chinese army forward!" He said in a loud voice, "Horse armor is ready to fight!" ”

It is true that Lu Lian's front line is gradually collapsing.

More and more soldiers were killed, and more and more began to flee.

Neither the prestige nor the experience of the officers who had been temporarily promoted were enough to save the army, and it quickly collapsed by a few points into the collapse of the entire front.

There were people around who shouted in panic again, and there was a lot of noise.

- Do they want to go to Yuan Gong!

- The battlefield is so big, just run over it for dozens of miles!

- Line is line, where is the face, where is the money!

Their voices could not reach the ears of the land hanging fish.

She watched the scene quietly, watching her last army crush like the waves at low tide.

What's going on? 】

[How did the front army and the left and right wings get rid of it? ] 】

[Yuan Shao's Chinese army, why did it end at this time, and why did it go so quickly? ] 】