While he was talking, another soldier came from the arrow tower to report that the enemy was filling the moat with sandbags, and that the city gate would be breached in a short time, that the rain and wind were strong, the arrows were not accurate, and the enemy's momentum was strong. However, the people were tired and tired, there were many wounded soldiers, and there was not enough food and grass in the city, so they could not surrender. Guansong had nothing to do in the face of the sand table! Set up an ambush on all sides, and it was too late. Singing an empty city plan, the wounded soldiers can't go far, and they are covered in scars, where does the open-mindedness and self-confidence come from, the enemy army will not believe it. It is said that thirty-six plans are the best, but unfortunately they can't go. That's not right, that's not right. As they were discussing, the soldiers at the city gate came to report that the enemy had crossed the moat, and the wooden roof of the siege vehicle was hitting the city gate, and the enemy's shouts had reached the ears of Guan Song and others, and the entire city tower was trembling in the rain, and the city gate was gradually overwhelmed, and the city gate was about to be breached. The enemy army flew to the city gate in the rain, and the roses on the hat looked vivid and delicate in the rain. Some of their soldiers had climbed the city walls with their grappling hooks, and many of the spearmen in the city had been cut down, and there were fewer and fewer enemies falling with the rolling stones on the ladders erected, and at last, the commander of the tower was caught, and his sword fell, and the blood was washed away by the rain, but the heads rolled and rolled. The enemy opened the city gate, lowered the drawbridge, and captured six generals including Guan Song, who had integrity, and none of them surrendered and died in the city.

Time seems to have gone backwards, and Guansong and the others were defeated in front of the battle again. "General, are you retreating into the city?" "Retreat. With a wave of his hand, the soldiers around him shouted to lower the drawbridge, and Guansong was defeated and entered the city, and the cuckoo took cover behind, but was shot by an arrow and fell in front of the city gate. "Pull up the drawbridge. Seeing that the rest of the people had retreated into the city, it was too late for the cuckoo to converge. He discussed with Qingchong Guanfeng and others about the strategy of retreating from the enemy, but there was no result, and the morale in the city was low. The soldiers on the arrow tower were soaking wet, and they had to watch over the tower, which had no hope of victory. The spearmen wore their hats crookedly, and the hibiscus-shaped hats drooped in the rain and slumped aside. The defeat has been revealed, and the soldiers are guarding against the enemy army coming to build a ladder, but they do not have much energy. The enemy had already begun to fill the moat, and no one dared to go out to stop it, and the arrows were blown away by the wind, and fell lightly and without any force at all. There are more and more sandbags on the moat, and the big guys are helpless, and they always feel that this is not right, and that is not good. More persuasions were written on the cloth strips, and they shot into the city, and also shot into the hearts of the city's people, there was not much energy to resist, and in a short time, Furong City was broken, and the people's hearts had already collapsed. It's a dying throem.

Tears of grief and indignation still hung on the faces of the teenagers who were not yet dead, and time was reversed. The two armies faced each other, and Ji Guansong, the general of Furong City, rode a horse in front of the battle, and the enemy army was persuading everyone to surrender, and the general of the defeated army was brave? Guansong did not answer, but immediately pulled back the reins, turned the horse's head, and was defeated into the city. The crown loosened the city gates, thinking about how to make this Furong city impregnable. How to turn defeat into victory, the enemy army is pressing forward step by step, and they are losing and retreating one after another, and if they resist a little, they will have a greater blow. The more time passes, the less hope of victory there is. Looking forward to victory in his heart, but the heavens did not fulfill people's wishes, and he had not yet discussed a countermeasure, the city wall had been lost, and he could not discuss any countermeasures, seeing that the soldiers had been killed and wounded innumerably, and he had become a dead soul under the knife, Furong City was finally destroyed in his own hands, and Guansong died under the enemy's knife, and blood and tears were mixed into this heavy rain.

Time is going backwards again, Guan Song has died several times, failed again and again, and every time he is defeated, he realizes that there is no perfect strategy in this world, and before he can figure out a way, he is already the general of the dead city. In this matchup, I lost again before the battle. Qing Chong asked Guan Song: "General, do you want to retreat into the city?" Guan Song said with a resolute face, "Again and again." The enemy pursued the victory, and we did not have time to reason again. Qing Chong was stunned: "What should it be?" The ancients said: "Husband fights, courage also." One blow of strength, then decline, three and exhaustion. The enemy army is attacking from afar, and there is no advantage in the number of generals and soldiers, so why are we defeated like a mountain? The enemy army is in full swing. Guan Song raised the jade sword in his hand, cut off the head of a soldier who was retreating, and threw his head in front of the battle. The mouth cried, "If there is one who withdraws, it is like this man." "When a soldier sees that he dies in battle, it is better to die in battle. couldn't help but excite the strength of the whole body, and for a while, the shouting of killing shook the sky, and Guan Song took the lead, swinging his sword and slashing several enemy heads. Everyone was deeply encouraged, and even broke through the enemy formation with a sweeping momentum, and even killed the enemy with one to ten, leaving no armor behind. When the Rose Nation leader saw this, he retreated. The poor can't be chased, and the city of Furong can still stand here, the rain washed the blood on the ground and meandered into a river, and also flowed into the moat, dyeing the river so blood-red that it was impossible to distinguish whether it was the blood of the enemy or the blood of his own soldiers.

When the rain stopped raining, Guansong looked at the rain all over the ground and cried to the sky, not knowing whether his mood was happy or sad. His eyes swept over Du Juan and Guanfeng and the others, and a sad smile appeared on his face. Finally won a victory, but there was no joy of victory, not waiting for him to put his sword into the sheath, I don't want the air to be lightning again and again, the black clouds in the air rolled up huge waves, there seemed to be an unpredictable air flow in the clouds, Guan Song and others did not want to be sucked into the air by the air current, as if a tornado swept by, and there was no trace in an instant. The crowd exclaimed and fell out of their books.

Still in the "forget-the-machine" room, still in front of the hanging book. A few births and deaths are just a few absurd words.

The scholar was writing, but it was only four or five words. Seeing Guansong and others, he said: "Sincerity is the golden stone is open, at a critical juncture, it is better to be full of ambition than to make a decision immediately, and the best time is now." “

After the scholar finished speaking, he asked Guansong and others to follow him, and the group walked a few steps, a river flowed out of the two mountains outside Bagua Village, walked along the river, and came to a ferry, in front of the ferry was a long sea, the sea was rolling over the waves, and there was a river boat parked on the side of the ferry. The length of the ship is 4 meters, the width is 10 meters, the draft is 27 meters, the ship has 12 cabins, and there are people on the deck on the ship, which is very lively. The scholar called the fire chief very loudly, and muttered to the fire chief in his ear, and the fire chief smiled, turned back to the ship, and disembarked with a treasure chest in his hand. The fire chief opened the treasure chest in front of the crown pine and them, and the treasure chest contained a model. It turned out to be a flat boat sailing on the sea, and there was an island in the middle of the sea, and an apricot yellow flag was planted on the island, and the word Suishun was shining on the flag.

It turned out to be the eighth formation, and the name of the formation was "Suishun." ”

Guan Song and others saw that the model of the boat was vivid, and the waves in the sea were visible, as if they could still hear the sound of the tide. I can't help but marvel and rejoice. Huo Chang smiled slightly: "This is nothing, the rice carving can depict the world with one meter, this model does not need to be so surprised! As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly shouted: "Let's go, you guys!" With the shout of the fire chief, Guan Song and the others fell into the river and sea boats in the model. The sea is blue and blue, and from time to time there are waves crashing on the boat, making a pleasant sound, and the patterns on the windows and door frames of the boat are all available, the window and door canvas are all within reach, and even the seats and quilts in the cabin are real and warm to the touch, which is the surprise that the fire chief said!

There are winds and waves on the sea, not big, and the river and sea ships are quite stable.

It's just that this blue sea is vast, the sails are erratic, and even the island is looming and out of reach.

"It seems that we have to land on the island and pull out the apricot yellow flag to get out of here. The surprise of the first arrival on the ship gradually subsided, and Guansong analyzed the situation in front of him. Everyone thinks it makes sense. Guan Song suggested that everyone see if there were other people on the ship, and everyone checked the dozen or so cabins, and there were only them, no one else, and no navigator. There was no Sinan on the ship either. In a moment, the boat was gradually getting farther away from the island under the blowing of the sea breeze and waves. Except for the island, the ocean is endless, only the sun hangs in the sky, and it clearly feels that there is no direction, only the island attracts everyone's attention. The sun is big, the ocean is wide, a round of red sun shines on the river, the sun is dazzling, the sea is confused, and suddenly it is like an orphan in the sea, floating like an orphan, without help, without direction.

"Find a way to get close to that island. Guan Song instructed everyone, and everyone knew that it was right to be close to the island, but no one could do anything but watch from afar. It was really unimaginable, and Guansong took a few turns on the deck and took a look. The ship had three masts, two rudders, and two iron anchors, with the foremast at the bow pulling the mast rope, and the mast chamber next to the mast, on the deck, where the speed and direction of the ship should be controlled. The constant sea breeze on the surface of the sea has been blowing, blowing the sea, blowing the boat, blowing the boys on board. The boat drifted farther and farther away from the island, and some were out of sight, so Qingchong climbed the mast and looked at the island from afar. "The island is in the opposite direction of the wind, and now we have to sail against the wind, who will drive the boat?" Everyone was silent, they were all young, how could they operate? Guansong was still studying the compass in the mast, but the sky was gradually getting darker, and the sun was about to sink into the sea. "Let's go see if there's anything to eat, and go find a candle to light it before it's completely dark, and see which cabin is suitable for the night?" Cuckoo and Xiangyu, who were following on the side, hurriedly went through the various cabins to find some food and candles to light up. This ship, like grass without roots, drifts on the sea. The feeling of drifting on this sea, without the feet touching the ground, is very terrible, if there is no light to accompany and provide food, then in a few days, everyone will die of hunger and thirst at sea.