The Qin flag is like iron, and the Han flag is like a mountain.

Under the banner array, the 100,000-strong army confronted each other, and the black pressure formed a first-line tide.

Pointed by the long knife, the two armies charged almost simultaneously, the horses in front, the sound of hooves like thunder, the earth trembled, and the yellow sand filled the sky.

Sixty zhang, feathered cavalry throws, one, two, three rounds; abandon the bow and draw the sword, the arrow raises the spear, and the two armies collide. The sound of "boom" was like a river tide hitting the shore, entering the flesh and bones, and the blood rushed to the sky.

With the confrontation and fighting between the two countries of Qin and Han for many years, the border soldiers have no temptation, the armpit of the left arm and the gun are instantly shattered, the right hand has been drawn in an instant, and the horizontal knife of the collision horse rushes forward to attack directly, and several heads have already jumped up at the place where the knife passes, and at this time, the knight who has been stabbed through the chest by a shot has fallen into the chaos. Brave as this, Qin and Han are like this.

The Blade Array exploded suddenly.

Li Jinglan was very lucky, after the collision gun pierced through his left arm, he leaned left to dodge the Cangdao that slashed diagonally on the right side, drew the knife and slashed the back of the shoulder strap to cut down the castration of the Cangqi, the horse's head was hit obliquely by another horse between the lightning and flint, when Li Jinglan flew up to the right, he did not panic, did not hesitate, Qin Dao habitually slashed downward, and the two heads flew up in the air, and it was actually broken.

Landing and curling up, the hand knife fell and the arm hit the gun into three sections, did not care about pulling out the arm of the upper half of the gun, turned over and rolled against the abdomen of a nearby horse, two years of fighting experience told him that he could not get up at this time, otherwise the head was not raised, that is, when the head flew up, the injured left arm covered the neck, the veterans who hedged the ground in the horse formation understood that they were often not killed by the opposing soldiers, but by the iron hooves of the beasts under their crotch on the head, neck, abdomen, and killed under the crotch.

Under Li Jinglan's coherent dodging action, the Qin knife in his right hand did not stop, and slashed the front hooves of the enemy cavalry that swept by, one, two, and three times......

subconsciously waved indiscriminately, until he was smashed down by the corpse of a horse, and his eyes were dark.

The sunset is like blood, and on the vast plains, blood flows and pestles.

After the battle, the surviving soldiers looked for their brothers who were still gagging with them not long ago on the battlefield with expressionless faces, pulled their cold bodies out of the mountain of corpses, pulled them out, and from time to time used the iron hammer on their waists to pinch the opponent's throat, grasping the enemy's vital points, holding the fingers of the saber tightly, priing it open and knocking it off.

There were no sporadic battles, even if the soldiers on both sides passed by, the armor leaves rubbed the armor leaves, there was no abuse, there was no horizontal eyebrows, there was no horizontal knife confrontation, Daqin and Dacang had their own pride, as if two downright men were dueling, disdainful of entangled in the trivialities after the war.

When Fu Haiqing "dug" Li Jinglan out of the corpses of six horses, Li Jinglan did a very bloody thing, yes, very bloody.

In fact, what he wanted was a "hehe" smile, but it was, a mouthful of hot blood sprayed on Fu Haiqing's face, and then his eyes were black again......

Fu Haiqing wiped the blood on his face with his big hand, "What are you doing, this is also cheap." ”

In the afterglow of the remnant sun, Li Jinglan, who was hanging on Fu Haiqing's shoulder, seemed to be whispering: Sister, if I don't die, you don't have to marry......

"How dare I die?"

"Wait for Lao Tzu to become a colonel, who dares to ?......"

The book business has been in business for ten years, and the sword has been bloody for two years. However, two words "guard".

Fu Haiqing couldn't help but scolded in a low voice: "Damn, your kid's life is not enough, isn't there still a life of Lao Tzu? It's a pity that this is a unprofitable business! I can't really be your brother-in-law, and I am very melancholy under my crotch!"

Chang'an City, the capital of the Great Qin State, is in the cold spring, the sun seems to be warm, the lake ice is gradually melting, there are some literati and scholars gathering on the lakeside, the spring green tour, the meaning of stepping into the green, in the deep and shallow words, the arms do joy in the eyes seem to be earlier than the weather warms up.

Along the Moji Lake to the north, there are few pedestrians on the bluestone slab road, the road is gradually slanted, turn through the big canopy bush forest, it is a small hill, the mountain is gentle, the water flow is silent, the sporadic footsteps appear crisp on the bluestone slab road, the sun pours down from the top of the mountain, the indescribable mildness, the cool breeze from the side of the mountain, indescribably refreshing.

Go up along the mountain road, less than three miles, there is a lonely courtyard, more than 140 houses, the roof is green tiles, the courtyard is surrounded by white ash, the top ridge is towering, as if a crown of Confucianism, independent of heaven and earth, proud in the world.

There is an old plaque hanging on the gate of the courtyard, which reads "There is a Academy".

The meadow at the door is thin and the grass tips can reveal slender hair, the bluestone pavement has become a staircase of large stones, a mountain spring flows out of the courtyard, moisturizing things silently in the flat and wide places, and clanging in the high cliffs.

Not far from entering the courtyard gate, there is a pavilion, the hexagonal four pillars are not special, but there are two people in the pavilion, it is more special.

The young man was dressed in white and red fur, with blue silver silk trim sleeves, a sheep fat and jade belt, and a long sword at his waist; the old man with bundled hair was eight feet tall, with more than two feet wide at the shoulders, thick eyebrows and long beard, ragged white socks and yellowed clothes, and stained green shoes. Two people from different worlds sit opposite each other.

There are two green bowls on the stone table, and a half-foot-high wine gourd, which has no accompaniment.

The young man asked: Cang rode north, Yan Nu entered Beijing, what did the teacher say?

"Hehe, when the peach blossoms are not blooming, when the peach blossoms are about to bloom, and when the peach blossoms are withering, they can all be said to be poems, what is the difference?"

The young man was thoughtful, and his knuckles lightly buckled the bowl: "There are peach blossoms in spring and lotus in summer, and this year's peach blossoms are afraid that they will bloom a little early, so Qin Tianjian doesn't see it that way." ”

"What can these dog-eyed low-profile guys see?"

"So, teacher, what do you think I should think?"

The old man stood up, poured the wine from the bowl into his mouth, and stroked the wine beads on his beard with his big hand, "Your Majesty didn't ask that back then. Your Royal Highness the Crown Prince, if your mother's problem becomes your problem, how can you afford your majesty's mantle?"

The young man did not panic and still lightly buttoned the rim of the bowl. His voice was low and he said steadily: "Teacher, you said that I am not Your Majesty!"

"The worries of the seat, the worries of the country, what are the worries? It is difficult to speak, it is difficult to do, what is the difficulty?"

"But the teacher said that if you say too much, you will lose. ”

"Yes, then go and do it! Go out for the teacher, go out for Your Majesty, and look for yourself. ”

"Yes. The young man stood up and bowed his hand. "What does the teacher say?"

"There is a junior brother of yours in the north, his temperament is too dry, I want him to come back to study, bring him back if it is convenient, he is not very easy to talk, but you have to talk to him well. ”

"Teacher, what if he doesn't listen to me?"

"Hehe, your senior brother's title is ornamentation, and the sword under your waist is ornamentation?" the old man laughed.

The young man smiled. The right hand lightly pressed the saber at his waist.

There is a academy, and under the pen of the Spring and Autumn Period, there is still a Haoran sword.

Big sleeves fluttering,

When the master went up the mountain, the wind was light and the clouds were light;

The prince went down the mountain and the dragon traveled the world.