"The drums are weak and the strength is exhausted, the arrows are exhausted and the strings are broken, the white blades are crossed and the swords are broken, the two armies are frowning and fighting for life and death." Diao Ancient Battle Texts
"General Xia! The city cannot be defended!" Zhang Bu shouted anxiously beside Xia Yu: "Let us lead the people to withdraw!"
"withdraw?"
Xia Yu said coldly, as if there was an invisible coercion that covered up the noisy sounds around him. The big silk scroll couldn't stop rolling, and the silk ribbon on the tail of the silk ribbon fluttered in front of Xia Yu's eyes. As the silk ribbon rose and fell, Xia Yu remained motionless.
Staring at the enemy formation.
"In my life, I followed the former Taiwei Duan Gong to conquer the Qiang rebels. I fought numerous battles, big and small, and fought all the way to the end. I only defended the city twice in my life! Once in the livestock officer, I was captured by Han Sui and other Qiang and Hu rebels.
During the siege, I failed to fight that time, which resulted in the death of Gai Jingzhao who came to help, ruining the event! No matter what happens this time, I will die with the city, otherwise, after death, how can I see Duke Duan underground!"
Xia Yu raised his head and suddenly felt that the banner looked so familiar. The man who stood under the banner, the figure he had followed all his life, had gone far away.
"If you want to run away, just run away. I hope this is not my last battle, Qiang Hu Weiping. I don't want to see Mr. Duan so soon." After saying this, the last trace of sneer on Xia Yu's lips disappeared, and he pressed
Holding the hilt of the knife, his palms were filled with hot sweat. Over the years, this was the time when he was deposed as a commoner due to his ineffective campaign against Xianbei. After resurrecting, he tried his best again, and it might also be the last time.
More and more Huns swarmed onto the city wall, and the Han army retreated steadily on the city wall. Xia Yu calmly took small steps, just such a small step, but he walked out of the mountain of corpses and sea of blood.
The power made everyone hold their breath involuntarily. The Huns knew that the man in front of them was Xia Yu, the general who had killed the Dong Qiang and almost wiped out the entire nation. Duan Jong's reputation as a god-killer still continues to this day among his former generals.
Xia Yu had no expression on his face, and with a flick of his wrist, the sunlight reflected by the long knife was like a stream of autumn water, and the scene was silent for a moment. Then Xia Yu quickened his steps and walked to the wall in a few steps. Each person slashed with one knife, but it was like splitting a mountain and beheading a mountain.
Cut off the head like a piece of grass!
Only then did the soldiers of the two armies react, and all of a sudden the war drums were beating in unison, the sound shaking the sky.
"Okay!" Zhang Bu suddenly pulled out the sword from his waist and followed Xia Yu, looking for the opportunity to stab an enemy soldier to death.
Xia Yu slashed back the enemy with one strike and couldn't help but look at him in surprise.
"You have people you want to follow, and I also have responsibilities that I have to bear! I don't understand the general trend of the world, nor do I know any military strategies. At that time, the imperial court was weak, with no governor and no governor. Since I was worshiped by the imperial court
Qu Yangchang, the shepherd guarding the thousands of people here, I am their heaven! Naturally, I have to plan for them wholeheartedly! In order to prevent them from being plundered during the autumn harvest, I can kneel down to worship the Qiang and Hu.
There is land to cultivate, and I can be soft and courteous to the powerful. As long as I can let them live in this world, you can call me Zhang Bu and Zhang Xuanji behind my back, whether I am a villain or a coward, and it is all up to you! I just want to take it with me.
They live! What’s wrong with me doing this!”
Zhang Bu roared hysterically. The depression that had been suppressed in his heart for so many years burst out in an instant at the critical moment of life and death. As he spoke, he swung his sword to kill. The chaotic swordsmanship seemed sharp, but in fact, he was quickly killed.
A slash from the side.
Xia Yu, with quick eyes and quick hands, chopped the man to the ground first, pulled the emotional Zhang Bu behind him with one hand, and said coldly: "There's so much nonsense."
"Yes, in your eyes, only fools can say so many useless words." Zhang Bu whispered: "But what about you? Holding the old friend's flag, holding the old friend's knife, are you still thinking about being an old friend?
You can do the same thing, you are just as stupid as me!"
He yelled suddenly and rushed towards Xia Yu. Xia Yu subconsciously ducked to the side, only to see Zhang Bu pull away from him and face a sneak attack of sword light.
There was dead silence.
"Zhang Xuanji!"
Xia Yu turned around and used the strength of his waist to cut the long knife down through the wind. A bright blade flashed through and cut the man into two pieces.
He took the opportunity to help Zhang Bu to the wall. Looking at Zhang Bu whose face was full of blood, a smile broke out on his cold and stiff face: "You are right, I am just a fool, and all the people who have walked with me are not here anymore."
As long as I am alive, I still dream of inheriting their unfinished business and taking revenge for those years."
Zhang Bu's mouth was bleeding, and he stared into Xia Yu's eyes: "Mr. Guo Fu was not wrong back then."
"One disaster after another, one rebellion after another, have turned the peaceful world into this state. Too many people think they are not at fault. But" Xia Yu's eyes were as bright as fire and he whispered quietly: "Sometimes there is no need to be right.
Wrong, you just need a reason to exist!"
Xia Yu suddenly turned around, and the long knife in his palm turned into a very fast knife shadow. He roared and charged into the enemy army, like a giant god. He tried his best with every knife, breaking armor when encountering, and killing people when encountering, as if it were real.
Can split mountains!
The last sound of the war drum on the city tower suddenly sounded. The drummer broke the drum skin with the last blow, and then rushed to the battlefield with a knife. Countless people on the city top were inspired by Xia Yu's heroism, shouting at the top of their lungs.
They were shouting and roaring, making the strongest sound in this world.
Zhang Bu leaned against the wall and saw Xia Yu's slightly sluggish figure as he moved around, as well as a few strands of white hair scattered on his temples. He suddenly discovered sadly: It turned out that this man who was like a lion on the battlefield of the Qiang conquest,
This man who is feared in the enemy camp is getting old after all!
He struggled to grab the crack in the wall and climbed up, hunched over, and walked hard along the wall to the tower. His body was already thin and bent, and it was even more difficult to attract attention on the chaotic battlefield. He finally
It was easy to climb up the tower, cross the broken drum, and go straight to the window. Under the window was the city gate, and a large number of Huns soldiers swarmed in from the city gate below.
It was very quiet inside the city gate tower, but the shouts of killing coming from all over the city filled Zhang Bu's ears. He held on to the window frame and calmly looked at the large black enemy army facing him in the distance, as well as the people trampled by countless people.
In the vast field, he looked down again, and leaned out most of his body out of the window. Like a stone falling into the flood, trying to intercept the flood, Zhang Bu's thin body jumped down from the tower, as if to block the flood.
That broad city gate.
The sun is setting on the west mountain, and a red sun is hanging diagonally on the top of the mountain.
At this time, Quyang Chang Zhang Bu, who was deeply loved by Li Shu, liked to climb up to the top of the city and look over the mountains until sunset. The afterglow of the setting sun illuminated a way back outside the city, guiding the horses with their butts covered with wild pheasants.
, the young men of Fox and Rabbit returned home with their full load. It was not until the farmers returned to their shabby houses with tired bodies, until the city gates were locked and the noisy streets fell into silence, that Zhang Bu would slowly go down to the city and return home.
But now it's different.
At the end of the war, smoke and dust suddenly rose on the southern road, and a gray smoke screen rose on the plains. The vanguard of more than a thousand cavalry finally arrived belatedly. The reinforcements soldiers looked at the tragic scene at the top of the city.
, stopped and was astonished.
"General!"
"Aweng!"
I don't know who made such a hoarse voice. There were too many people making such calls at this time, and their voices were simply insignificant amidst the overwhelming shouts of killing.
Some people died and some lived in Quyang City. The dead people passed away with regrets, but the living people will continue to live carrying the beliefs of their old friends and the blood feud.
A few years later, when Guo Huai, the governor of Mobei, went to the grassland to control the tribes with the festival gifted by the emperor, and when he passed here, when General Pang De led his troops to pursue the Qiang Hu's bones, the history books will remember it.