Wars are brutal, as they often are, and not once there are exceptions.

The human heart is also cruel, often so, but there will be even once... Peak loop turn.

The Zhou army, who has already formed a steel knife, if they repeatedly use ordinary sand and gravel to resist, it is tantamount to sharpening knives for them... Steel knives will only get sharper and sharper, not wear and tear.

War is so...

The general of the Liang side who was responsible for supervising the battle was called Han Boyue, and he was an out-and-out Liang man... He is familiar with poetry, calligraphy and etiquette, good at royal shooting, and even passed the big exam, and has been an official in Luo for several years.

It's just that in the Luoyi officialdom, he is a cool person, and he has no noble status, so he is naturally like a dusty duckweed, lonely and drifting...

Although there were saints in the past, there were Taigong reforms... But it can't change the court... This is the court of Shiqing Shilu.

Han Bo said that he is a scholar, and he has ambitions that ordinary people can't understand.

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Steel knives need stone sharpening, hmph, I'm here today to see if your knife is hard or my stone is hard.

Han Bo said that he quickly dispatched his subordinates with the banner language and gathered to the narrow pass.

He needs to wipe out this Zhou army that bursts with fighting spirit.

As the saying goes, the thief captures the king first, and the man shoots the horse first.

Han Bo said that he didn't talk about feelings, at least on the battlefield, he squandered the lives of his low-level soldiers without restraint, they were like countless chess pieces thrown at random, all the time for him to consume the steel knife that Uncle Xiong was condensing.

After all, compared to weapons and equipment, or compared to the individual quality of the army, Liangguo is actually inferior to the imperial court... So to a certain extent, it is still necessary to make up for this gap in combat power with quantity.

There were more and more Liangfang sergeants pouring out of front of the pass, surrounding Bai Langzi's guards, and Bai Langzi's pace of progress was therefore restricted, and Xiong Bo felt more and more difficult to advance.

Countless robes fell, and someone took the burden from behind them and rushed forward with spears.

Bones everywhere... The blood flowed like a river, and Qu Chang, who was still laughing with them last night, had died in battle, and Uncle Xiong still had the roar of Qu Chang's death in his ears to this day.

Brothers, take care of my mom and dad!

Uncle Xiong is a little confused... His old Zhou family has a man and a girl, and he is such a lone seedling... If I die in battle, what will happen to my parents?

In his eyes, Moyo is the sand that blows into the Liangchuan...

"Give up breaking through to the pass, give up breaking through to the pass, the whole army is backward, the whole army is backward!" A shout of anger came, and the Bailang guards had to move with the order, and quickly turned their guns.

Uncle Xiong understands that this is hopeless to break through... Prepare for a fight to the death with Ryoto.

Han Boyue, who was sitting above, also heard... The valley was narrow, and the sound came to his ears along the cliffs of the two mountains. He immediately dispatched troops to deal with it. Even if he didn't understand why the opposing generals wanted their subordinates to shout out his strategic intentions.

What could be more desperate than a mere fight to the death?

Bai Lang Ziwei was flanked by several times their military force before and after... Consuming it like this could only erode the hard-won morale of the warriors and hasten the demise of the army.

Therefore, the generals of the Zhou side used Han Bo on the hillside not far away as bait, so that the soldiers once again had the meaning of fighting.

As the saying goes, the thief captures the king first, and the man shoots the horse first.

Thus, the battle to the death turned into a decapitation operation.

The originally tired Bailang guards also noticed the enemy general on the hill... Needless to say, a signal inexplicably appeared in the heart of every Bai Lang Ziwei.

Capture the thief and capture the king first.

Everyone understood Shangfeng's strategic intentions in that instant.

Next, there is an even more fierce killing battlefield.

The corners of Han Boyue's eyes twitched a little... Of course, he knew in his heart that it was impossible for the other party to kill him, but he didn't like it very much by using himself as a target to boost his morale.

He waved the flag in his hand and decided to end the war that had already been decided.

He'll have to prepare sooner... According to this, the main force of the imperial court outside the Liangchuan River.

"Captain Xiong of Chang'an knows the opportunity to lead the Chang'an army to come to support!" Suddenly, a deafening chorus of shouts resounded through the valley.

Zhou Liang and both sides were stunned.

"There is a way to reincarnation, don't you go, pull out your tongue ruthlessly, you dare to come?" Han Bo said with a sneer in his heart.

Uncle Xiong chuckled in his heart.

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Xiong Zhiji, with the battlefield sense of being the leader for decades, was already about to withdraw from the encirclement of Liangfang... But because the battlefield was divided by the cold side... He couldn't get his son's condition at this point... His heart has always been uneasy, so he has been guarding a high ground in Liangchuan, anxious.

When he heard the high shouts of the Bai Lang guards, he rushed over as soon as possible.

Xiong Zhiji held his round belly and led the army to the pass to kill.

Although the father and son were separated by the Liang army, their wills were united by their tacit understanding over the years.

Father...

Uncle Xiong choked up... But there was no time to cry, Shangfeng gave an order, and the army turned again, broke through the pass, and cooperated with the reinforcements in Chang'an to fight a bloody way.

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Fate likes to play a joke on people.

Under the unyielding will of Bai Lang Ziwei, a gap was opened in the pass.

And Xiong Zhiji, the captain of Chang'an, who was afraid of death, rushed to the first place because of this battle, was stabbed to death with a random gun, and was trampled by thousands of people, and there were no bones.

Uncle Xiong only has luck and comfort in his heart... In the chaos of the battlefield, he certainly had no way of learning about his father's death.

He thought about going back to hammer his father's shoulders and wash his feet... This old immortal thing is really not afraid of death.

He laughed... He laughed like his father had fun with him when he was a child.

How long has it been since I've laughed like this?

Moyo is after his father became a big official.

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