Haotian did not dwell on this matter, and just said in a deep voice: "Brother Li, we don't have many friends in Hetao, but you are definitely one of them. Qinchuan has been defeated. From Yinfeng Castle to Caiziba, there have been more than
Two hundred thousand Qinchuan elites died on the battlefield. The overall situation has been decided, so why don't the generals assess the situation? Waking up and shaking the tree is really something that a wise man will not do."
After a pause, Haotian continued: "If Brother Li intends to put down his weapon, then I, Haotian, will definitely give you an explanation, Brother Li."
Glancing at the soldiers behind him, Li Xiaomo suddenly felt a little disheartened: "Your Majesty, we are close friends, but we are each our own masters. After all, Xiao Mo is the prince of Qinchuan, and he should do something and not do something.
Xiao Mo can stay, but on the battlefield, Xiao Mo can only keep his head! But for these soldiers, I hope that the prince will be more generous in view of the past friendship."
"I am willing to live and die with my son!"
Before Haotian could speak, he heard the Qinchuan soldiers behind Li Xiaomo shouting in unison. If the general is like this, why would they cherish this life?
"What a great Li Xiaomo. He deserves to be the most respected figure in our Loop!" Luo Xiang emerged from nowhere and praised loudly.
Haotian closed his eyes slightly. He already understood the thoughts of these Qinchuan soldiers. Only men like Li Xiaomo deserve to have such soldiers. Of course, Haotian also has such soldiers, and they are everywhere.
So he knew better how difficult it was for Li Xiaomo to do this.
Luo Xiang took a step forward, leaned into Haotian's ear, and whispered: "Master, we owe Li Xiaoran..."
Haotian's eyes suddenly opened, and with a wave of his right hand, he suddenly interrupted Luo Xiang's words: "Sir, there is no need to say more, I have a plan in mind."
Taking a few steps forward, Haotian, accompanied by Xin Jiao and Xian Lianchen, slowly came to Li Xiaomo.
"Come here, serve the wine!"
Luo Xiang's reaction was the quickest. He just dodged and floated onto the Qingyun. He got into the carriage with a shudder, and when he came out, he was already holding two large cans of fine wine in his hands.
Haotian took the wine jar from Luo Xiang and handed a jar directly to Li Xiaomo. Li Xiaomo laughed, turned over and fell off his horse, patted open the mud, and touched Haotian. The wine jar was held high, his throat slightly open.
He actually drank half the jar in one breath.
Haotian has been feeling a little unwell recently, but being able to drink from a can with Li Xiaomo is one of the great joys in life. At that moment, like Li Xiaomo, he drank half of the wine in one go, then threw the can away and said loudly: "Brother Li
, my brother resolutely let the people of Hetao live outside Dingzhou City that day. We are very grateful. I, Hetao, are not ungrateful people. In this way, you can see if there are any wounded soldiers from Qinchuan on the battlefield. You can take them with you.
Let’s go, I, the Loop, will never stop you!”
"Soldiers, let go!" Haotian shouted, and the soldiers in Hetao slowly retreated, leaving a passage several feet wide for Li Xiaomo.
Luo Xiang's eyes flashed with admiration. A good man should be clear about grudges and grudges. A favor must be repaid, and a grudge must be repaid. Although it is a bit extreme, at least the previous sentence is correct.
Li Xiaomo bowed his hands to Haotian, thousands of words gathered in his heart, and only two words remained: "Thank you!" He did not let the soldiers collect the wounded soldiers on the battlefield. The Hetao army had already inspected the battlefield.
Even if there were some fish that slipped through the net, they all followed him when his cavalry was running wildly.
Tens of thousands of troops slowly walked out of the encirclement of Hetao. Facing these opponents who had just fought to the death, the soldiers of Hetao did not show any dissatisfaction. Like their lord, they all had the same clear-cut grievances.
They are all equally upright and passionate men.
Li Xiaomo was the last Qinchuan soldier to leave. When passing by Haotian, Haotian suddenly said: "Brother Li, there are some things that must be done by someone and must be done. Today is to repay the debt of that day.
As a favor, in the future, after I sweep through Qinchuan in Hetao, we will definitely not let go of the three tribes of soldiers who went north to Qinchuan that day!"
Li Xiaomo smiled bitterly. It was already rare for Haotian to be able to achieve this level. However, when Haotian's figure disappeared into the vast night, Li Xiaomo suddenly remembered a question. Haotian let him go this time.
Was it because of the battle at Hukou that day, or because of Li Xiaoran's release of life in Dingzhou? Or, if things like Li Xiaoran hadn't happened, would Haotian still let him go today?
When they learned that Li Xiaomo and Li Tiezhan were let go by Haotian, Dugu and others didn't take it seriously. Now the Li family in Qinchuan is like a tiger with its teeth pulled out. Although Li Xiaomo and Li Tiezhan are fierce, there are only one pair left.
The tiger with sharp claws was no longer taken seriously by Loop. Moreover, Li Xiaomo was indeed a man.
"With the Li family gone, only the Song family is left. Brothers, work harder and smash the head of Song Zhengfeng. I will reward you handsomely!" Hearing this, Xinke said nonchalantly. He only cares now.
The current war situation. Anyway, for him, even if the Li family can run away for a while, they will not be able to run away forever. After Hetao settled Yizhou, they will immediately march into Qinchuan. Li Xiaomo is just hanging on for a while.
Zhou Jilong said with some frustration: "Xin Shuai, but Song Zhengfeng is not on our side. He should be fighting fiercely with Xue Sha right now, right?"
Xin Ke snorted in dissatisfaction: "That's because the Blood Commander is lucky, so brothers, work harder and kill all the bastards here first, and then go and steal the Blood Commander's credit!" Although the Song family's remaining troops are one hundred thousand,
A little more, but except for the most elite White Ear Legion, most of the rest have lost their fighting spirit. The Song family soldiers on Xinke's side were not only the smallest in number, but also had very little fighting will, which made Xinke very angry.
Zhou Jilong shrank his neck. Xinke and Xuesha were both among the five generals in Hetao. Moreover, due to Qin Tianyi, the two had a very good relationship. Therefore, Xinke spoke quite casually. But for Zhou Jilong
, he would not dare to say such a thing in front of Xue Sha, at best he would act like a gangster in front of Dugu. Therefore, gangsters also have to look at their targets.
However, Xinke's luck was really good. He and Dugu Xuesha each led tens of thousands of troops to besiege the remaining Yizhou army. All three of them hoped that Song Zhengfeng and his son would appear within their attack range. As a result, Xuesha had the best luck.
Song Zhengfeng just happened to kill him in that direction, which made Xinke very depressed.
However, just when Xin Ke was disappointed, Song Junlin, who was extremely unlucky, actually appeared on his side with a sly look.
Song Junlin finally came to his senses at the last moment. Looking at his father with a smile on his face, Song Junlin held back the tears in his eyes. Under the escort of Song Zhengdong and Song Pingan, he left the battlefield step by step. Because he understood that,
He could not let his father's sacrifice become worthless. The 200,000-strong army was completely wiped out, but the Song family was not without a chance.
After returning to the territory, we only need to retreat the 100,000 soldiers on the South Yunnan Road, and then make good friends with the Jinhua Mitsukoshi and the four South Yunnan tribes in the south, relying on the geographical advantage to tenaciously resist the attack of Hetao. In addition, there is the support of Li Xiaoran and others in the east
, the Song family still has a glimmer of hope.
However, it can only be said that his luck is really bad. Song Zhengfeng's proactive attack did attract the attention of a large number of Hetao soldiers. Dugu and Xuesha had an ulterior motive, so they deliberately placed Xinke in the Song family's least
This may be the direction to break out of the encirclement. But Song Junlin unfortunately chose this direction as the direction to break out of the encirclement. Therefore, the unlucky Prince Yizhou met the depressed Xinshuai of Hetao, and a tragedy was inevitable.
In order not to arouse Hetao's ideas, Song Junlin was protected by three thousand of Song Zhengfeng's most elite soldiers. In Xinke's hands, he had half of the White Tiger Army's soldiers. Although the morale of the Song family soldiers was commendable, they were absolutely incompetent.
Facing the superior force and the absolute fierce general Xin Ke, there was no way to counterattack. Not to mention self-protection, it was quite difficult to even break out of the encirclement.
Zhou Jilong's eyebrows furrowed. Looking at the embarrassed Song Junlin and the high-spirited Xin Ji, he quickly waved to a soldier beside him. After whispering for a while, the soldier disappeared into the night.
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"Your Majesty, it's not too late, we have no time to waste any more! We must break out now, no matter what the cost!" Song Zhengdong said in a deep voice, turned around, looked at Song Pingan beside him, and scanned his eyes carefully up and down.
Ichiban.
Song Ping'an understood and quickly straightened his back: "General, the figure and appearance of the general and the prince are not much different, and in the dark, after changing into Yi Jia, the fake ones will definitely be able to be confused with the real ones."
Song Junlin looked at his general with emotion. Song Pingan was the general he single-handedly promoted. Although his talents were mediocre, he was loyal to him. But he didn't expect that Song Pingan's last loyalty would be used in...
This time.
"Your Majesty, we have no time." Song Pingan said anxiously.
Looking at the eager eyes around him, Song Junlin finally stopped hesitating and quickly took off his armor and put it on Song Pingan, while he himself put on the uniform of a soldier.
Putting on the armor, since Song Pingan has been almost inseparable from Song Junlin over the years and is quite familiar with his temperament and appearance, at first glance, he really looks like Song Junlin.
After putting on his armor, Song Ping'an suddenly knelt down on his knees and said to Song Zhengdong: "General, I leave the prince's safety to you!"
Song Zhengdong quickly helped Song Pingan up, hesitated for a while, and finally came up with a possible method.
Xinke didn't know about Song Junlin's plan to escape, but he didn't stop attacking. Although he couldn't catch Song Zhengfeng, it would be a good choice to catch Song Junlin. But this time, Xinke obviously
I feel that the fighting will and fighting power of the Song family's dead soldiers have soared to a new level at the same time. If they were still brave and unafraid of death at the beginning, then now they simply don't know what death is!
"Hey, this boy Song Junlin, you didn't act like a fool this time?" Xinke suddenly laughed, and with a double-edged battle ax, he split a dead soldier of the Song family in half in front of him, roared, and headed towards
Song Junlin, fully clothed, rushed towards him.
The power of Xin Ke is well known all over the world. However, facing this invincible god of death, the Song family's dead soldiers did not have the slightest fear. Instead, they rushed forward and back to kill Xin Ke. And Song Junlin, who was wearing military armor,
and the gray-haired Song Zhengdong, protected by two groups of soldiers, broke out of the encirclement with their backs turned.
Xin Ke laughed loudly: "If there is a road to heaven, you don't take it. If there is no door to hell, you just go to it! In this case, I will help you today!"
Zhou Jilong secretly complained in his heart. Dugu once told him that if he found Song Junlin appearing at Xinke, he must inform him immediately. Although he did not say it explicitly, Dugu's words hinted that Song Junlin must be spared. However, fighting is not a good idea.
It's been so long since the beginning, but Dugu hasn't arrived yet. According to the current situation, it would take at most two sticks of incense before Song Junlin would be smashed into pieces by the double-edged battle ax engraved on the letter.
Perhaps at a critical moment of life and death, Song Junlin finally stopped hiding, picked up the spear in his hand, and rushed towards Xinke risking his life!
"Well done!" Xin Ke shouted loudly, the sound was like thunder! The double-edged battle ax in his hand drew a perfect arc in the air, mixed with the sound of the fierce wind, and instead of retreating, he advanced, facing Song Junlin's oncoming attack.
The spear fell down.
"Dang!" The battle ax collided with the spear, and a deafening sound suddenly erupted. Perhaps he did not expect that the power of Xin Ke's arms was so strong. Song Junlin caught it forcefully, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.
The whole person flew up and fell heavily to the ground, and the spear in his hand was thrown to an unknown place.
Xin Ke was a little surprised. He didn't use all his strength with the ax just now. Even so, even Xue Qingcheng and others could hardly pick it up. However, Song Junlin is ranked among the top ten in China with Xue Qingcheng and others.
Logically speaking, an outstanding young man should not be so strenuous.
However, seeing Song Junlin in such a bad situation, Xin Ke was still very happy and struck out with the double-edged battle ax again. If this ax was carried out, Song Junlin would still be disabled even if he was not dead.
"His Majesty, let's go!" The two dead warriors had quick eyesight and quick hands. They slashed out two long knives suddenly, trying to block Xin Ke's offensive. However, no one expected that Xin Ke's movements were so flexible, and the double-edged battle axes moved strangely in the air.
After swinging twice, blood spattered, and the two dead soldiers were actually hacked to death by Xin Ke.
Song Junlin had been seriously injured by Xin Ke just now, and now he had no power to dodge at all. He could only watch Xin Ke's double-edged battle ax fall from the sky.
Seeing that Song Junlin was about to die under the ax carved by Xin, a wild goose feather knife that was as bright as autumn water was suddenly handed to Song Junlin. The knife and ax collided, and many sparks erupted in the dark night.
"Who is coming?" Xinke was furious, but more than anything he was excited. The figure that suddenly appeared should be quite strong, at least in terms of strength, able to compete with him. Over the years, except for the Battle of Jizhou,
Waller, the first warrior of Tyumen, and Yan Lege, one of the four famous generals of the Holy Bliss Sect, had never encountered such an opponent before.
But as soon as the double-edged battle ax was raised, Xinke's eyes suddenly opened wide, because he had already recognized who this person was: "Dushuai?"
The person who came was none other than Dugu, wearing his iconic white clothes and armor, and a wild goose feather sword that was as bright as autumn water. Although he was just standing there alone, the aura he exuded was as dignified as a mountain.
"Dushuai, what do you mean?" Xin Ke asked in confusion.
Dugu shook his head: "Xin Shuai, let him go."
A flash of doubt flashed in Xinke's eyes, and he suddenly remembered that Dugu was a minister of the Song family in Yizhou before, and it was understandable that he would do such a thing now. He slowly put down the ax in his hand, Xinke sighed and said:
"Since Du Shuai said this, I have no objection. Song Junlin, you are lucky today!"
Seeing Song Junlin still lying on the ground, Dugu sighed and picked up Song Junlin with one hand. Just as he was about to speak, his face suddenly changed. He shook his hand and the helmet of the person in his hand suddenly fell off, revealing a pale face.
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"Song Pingan, you are not Song Junlin? Where has he been?" Dugu said angrily. After all, he was from the White Ear Army, and he was quite familiar with Song Pingan. It was just that the night was dark and he was anxious, so he didn't recognize him for a moment.
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Song Ping'an smiled miserably: "So it's you, haha, the prince has already left!"
Dugu took a deep breath. He was also a cunning person. He didn't expect that he would capsize in the gutter today. Thinking that he had done something for such a trivial piece of trash and a letter, Dugu's heart was filled with rage. But then he thought about it.
Thinking about it, this might not be a bad thing. At least, Song Junlin escaped in the end and lived up to his expectations for him.
When Xinke saw this, he said nothing. He waved to Dugu, and then led Zhou Jilong and others who had just finished cleaning the battlefield to leave in a hurry. The battle over the bloody battle had not ended yet, and Xinke was ready to go and divide the battle.
This soup. As for the three thousand dead soldiers led by Song Junlin, except for Song Zhengdong who rushed out desperately under the protection of dozens of people, the rest all stayed on the battlefield. The night wind blew, the fire flickered, and the bloody remains were all over the ground.
, which is indescribably desolate and strange.
Dugu casually threw the lifeless Song Pingan aside. He knew what Xinke was going to do. The White-Er Army was originally a trapped beast still fighting, and it was facing the two fierce generals Xuesha and Xinke. It must be unlucky. It stands to reason.
He said that Dugu himself should go to help, but Song Zhengfeng was his old master after all. Even if something went wrong, he would personally destroy the elite army he had worked hard to build and watch his old boss beheaded alive. Such a thing,
It’s still hard to do it alone.
"Commander, after this battle, we will be able to go home soon, right?" Song Zhong did not leave with Zhou Jilong and others. He was the commander of Dugu's soldiers, so naturally he stood by Dugu's side honestly.
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"Go home?" A warm feeling suddenly surged in Dugu's heart. Over the years, ever since he was recruited by the Song family and joined the White-Ear Army, he rarely returned to the Yizhou village. But that day, he broke up with the Song family and resolutely
After staying in Hetao, he never returned to Yizhou. Although he no longer had any relatives there, his friends from the past were also missing, and all his old subordinates were under his command. However, when he thought of Yizhou,
Dugu is still a little melancholy. Yes, go home, you should go home and take a look.