Chapter 270: If I don’t take revenge, I will never be a human being.
The blue sky is as clear as a wash, and the clouds are unstained. The green mountains in the distance are as dark as black, and the gentle breeze brings warmth nearby. It’s a sunny day.
Li Chengzhi is wearing a white robe, his complexion is as fair as jade, and he is indescribably handsome.
In fact, it cannot be regarded as a white robe. It is an inner lining worn inside when wearing armor. However, Li Chengzhi’s armor lining is made of silk, and it fits well when worn as a white shirt.
As for the pale face... of course it's because of excessive blood loss.
Li Shixian and Da Xi carefully took him out of the tent.
It felt like a mountain was pressing down on his body, and his legs were as heavy as a thousand stone. Every time he took a step, the wound on his waist hurt, and Li Chengzhi was covered in sweat.
"If it doesn't matter!" Li Shixian felt distressed, "If it doesn't work, let each battalion come here to see you in turn..."
Li Chengzhi shook his head firmly.
How long will it last?
Furthermore, the coach of the White Armor Battalion slumped on the ground and the coach of the White Armor Battalion galloping are completely different concepts.
He firmly believed that as long as he showed up on horseback, even if there were tens of thousands of Tuyuhun's elite cavalry attacking today, the two thousand men under his command would definitely dare to fight to the death without losing morale.
"Let's go!" Li Chengzhi breathed out.
Upon seeing this, Li Rui immediately brought a big horse and walked up to Li Chengzhi. He also saw him putting his mouth to the horse's ear, cooing as if talking to the horse.
Then he stroked the horse's neck a few times and pressed on the saddle...
That horse...actually knelt down with its hooves bent?
Da Xi's eyes almost popped out.
Horses always sleep standing up, but it's rare to hear that they can kneel down?
He asked in shock: "How did Li Rui do it?"
Li Shixian snorted coldly: "His father and ancestors were both good at raising horses. At his generation, the two brothers are even more proficient in horse training... But they only have this little ability..."
A stableman who raises horses?
Da Xi is indescribably weird: Li Chengzhi really has no taboos and lets a horse boy be his bodyguard?
Suspicious in his heart, he and Li Shixian helped Li Chengzhi get on the horse. Several soldiers were guarding him to prevent Li Chengzhi from accidentally falling off the horse.
Da Xi and Li Shixian got on their respective mounts, separated from each other.
Gao Wenjun and Wei Yu were not far behind. They had put on white armor and were riding on a big horse.
Wei Yu opened his eyes and looked at Li Chengzhi hard.
"Sister, what grade is he?"
"Eighth rank!" Gao Wenjun thought for a while, "It seems to be Cancao!"
"Only the eighth rank?" Wei Yu curled her lips, "Not as high as my sister!"
"You can't say that!" Gao Wenjun patted Wei Yu's little head, "Mr. Lang is a dragon and a phoenix among people. Now he is like a dragon lurking in the abyss. The sun is hidden deep, how can he stay under others for a long time?"
He scolded lightly, but Gao Wenjun was also a little strange: In terms of background, Lang Jun was definitely not as good as Da Xi. After all, Xi Kangsheng was still one of the eight great masters of the Yuan clan, and was the pillar of the country. And even if the Li family whose ancestral home was placed in Guanzhong
, can only be regarded as a micro-apocalyptic clan.
In terms of official position, Lang Jun is even more likely to be ranked third or sixth grade than Da Xi, but why is it that when the two of them get along, it is Da Xi who seems to be showing a faint sense of respect?
Looking at Lang Jun's more than two hundred armored guards, their military appearance is even more neat than that of Yu Lin and Huqi of the imperial court, and their combat power is definitely stronger than weaker.
And such fierce soldiers shouldn't have come from the Li family, their ancestral home, whose lintel has fallen off?
The more I think about it, the more I feel that everything about Lang Jun is mysterious.
But we will all know sooner or later...
Gao Wenjun tightened the armor belt connecting her and Wei Yu's waists, and whispered: "Please bear with it for a while. Lang Jun said in the morning that he has sent someone to Wuwei City to borrow a car, so you don't have to endure it anymore."
The pain of this bumpiness..."
"Can I take a car?" Wei Yu suddenly became excited, "Can I ride in the same car with him then?"
"It should be possible, right?" Gao Wenjun said uncertainly, "He doesn't need to lead the army, and he is so seriously injured, he must need someone to take care of him... Well, I will go and ask then... Just ask
Xi Zhonglang, I think he won’t refuse..."
Wei Yu laughed: "Okay, okay..."
I don’t know what else she wanted to say, but the rest of her words were drowned out by the sound of a drum.
"It's time to set off..." Gao Wenjun looked forward subconsciously.
She and Wei Yu were still protected by the Chinese army. Not far ahead was the Chinese army's golden drum and flag formation. Li Chengzhi, Da Xi, Li Shixian, and a group of partial generals, military commanders, etc., all stood under the flag formation.
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Several flag soldiers are raising the flags. The tallest and largest one is naturally the tooth flag of the Guanzhong garrison. Below it are the flags of the commander, the general and each battalion.
She knew a little bit about these things, but she only glanced at them because of the sound of the drums. Gao Wenjun instinctively wanted to look away.
Inadvertently, she suddenly noticed something strange.
Under the flag of the Guanzhong garrison, there was actually not Da Xi’s official flag, but a... broken flag?
The surface of the flag is dark red, and it seems that it is not cloth, but leather. When the wind blows up, it is somewhat unable to blow?
The flag surface is relatively hard, and the four flag corners are unfolded, but the strange thing is that there is no name or words on the flag?
No, there should be words, but the paint is too heavy and the words are covered.
Never heard of an army commander’s flag looking like this?
Out of curiosity, Gao Wenjun took a closer look.
There are still some faint traces of strokes on the flag, which are very vigorous. Looking at the width of the flag, it looks like the character "李"...
Gao Wenjun suddenly froze.
This flag...she has seen it before!
Yesterday, Lang Jun personally carried this flag, rode a single horse into the enemy formation, and took the head of Murong Ding, the king of Tuyuhun Zuoguli...
This flag is definitely not made of leather, but of cloth. The dark red color on it is not paint, but blood. It is only because the blood is stained so thickly that the flag is so hard. It also obscures the huge Li character.
Not sure...
Gao Wenjun's face was full of disbelief: The leader of this army was actually replaced by Lang Jun?
Looking to both sides, to the left and right of the bloody flag are the banners such as "Guanzhong Guards House·Engaged in Zhonglang Xi" and "Xiao Guan Duwei·Li"...
Even Da Xi and Lang Jun’s father are subject to Lang Jun’s control?
Why is this happening?
He is clearly just an eighth-grade Cangcao...
While he was in a trance, dozens of riders rushed out of the formation, all holding whistles in their mouths and blowing them hard.
It's not as sharp as what I heard a few days ago. Instead, it sounds like a ring, and like a ball falling on a plate. It's very pleasant, but also much more upright and gentle.
Under the protection of several soldiers, Li Chengzhi followed the sentry, with Da Xi and Li Shixian still accompanying him.
"What are they going to do?" Wei Yu asked curiously.
Gao Wenjun stared at Li Chengzhi for a moment and explained in a low voice: "Commander Yi is about to go into battle and needs to call the whole army... Lang Jun is going to patrol the camp..."
"Change of coach... patrolling the camp?" Wei Yu muttered, and screamed loudly, "He became the coach? Didn't sister say that he is the eighth-grade official?"
Gao Wenjun's bright eyes were shining, but he said nothing.
My sister doesn’t know either...
Those who protect the Chinese army are the five hundred white-armored soldiers who were the first to rush to Li Chengzhi yesterday.
Seeing the blood flag under the tooth flag, the soldiers' minds suddenly imagined the scene of Li Chengzhi carrying a large banner on his back, being hit by hundreds of arrows, with a broken gun piercing his waist and abdomen, but still sitting on his horse.
Everyone thought that he had died in the battle, and that tattered flag would never fly in the wind again.
Baijia Camp has also become extinct...
But today, the banner suddenly stood up?
The Marshal is not dead?
The eyes of hundreds of soldiers suddenly bulged, and the hairs all over their bodies stood up.
Taking a closer look, after the flag battle, Xi Zhonglang and Li Duwei were separated on the left and right. The knight in the middle turned out to be the commander in chief?
The horse walked very slowly, and Li Chengzhi was not wearing any armor, only an armor lining. Through the gauze shirt, you could still see the blood-soaked medicine cloth.
All the soldiers suddenly felt hot in their hearts, and a wave of hot blood surged into their hearts and flowed throughout their bodies. Their eyes involuntarily heated up, and their chests suddenly felt filled with great pride.
The commander is not dead, the commander is still alive...
God bless my Baijia camp!
Everyone wanted to roar into the sky, and even more wanted to rush to Li Chengzhi's side, but the military law had already been engraved in their bones, and the soldiers did not dare to go further even if they were shaking with excitement.
It was as if the horses felt the invisible chilling atmosphere, and they were extremely quiet, neither pawing their hooves nor snoring.
For a moment, it seemed as if the world was silent...
Even if the arrow didn't penetrate deeply, there were still twenty or thirty holes, and the shot at the waist also penetrated through.
Li Chengzhi's face turned pale with pain, there was a thin layer of cold sweat on his forehead, and his facial features had long been deformed.
He wanted to raise his hands and bow, but his body was shaking so much that he couldn't sit still. He could only hold the saddle tightly with both hands, not daring to loosen it at all.
The waste has become like this, and I don’t know how long it will take to recover?
Li Chengzhi sighed helplessly, gritted his teeth and said: "Show the flag!"
The flag soldiers promised loudly, urged their horses fiercely, and ran out of the flag formation with their bloody banners in their hands.
This is a call to the soldiers. From then on, the entire army was taken over by Li Chengzhi.
The white cavalry brigade commander shouted sharply: "Dismount!"
As if they had practiced it thousands of times, the five hundred armored knights were as neatly arranged as one person. They dismounted in unison, knelt down on one knee, and banged their breastplates with their right hands.
There was only a loud "dong" sound, and then there was another loud roar that resounded through the mountains and fields: "Commander..."
Every soldier used all his strength, shouted at the top of his lungs, veins popped up on his face, his eyes filled with light, and he stared at Li Chengzhi closely.
Unable to bow or shout, Li Chengzhi could only nod and smile again.
Just with this smile, tears suddenly burst out of the soldier's eyes, and he couldn't stop them no matter what.
Li Chengzhi's heart also felt hot, his eyes were hot, and he seemed to be unable to even feel the pain that penetrated his bone marrow. He only had one thought in his mind: These are the soldiers brought out by me, Li Chengzhi...
Wherever the bloody banner passed, it was like a wheat field swept by a strong wind, with brigade after brigade of white-armored soldiers kneeling neatly.
All the soldiers were in tears, and their roars of "Commander" became louder and louder, as if the sky was about to be overthrown.
Da Xi couldn't stop his scalp from numbing, and he was even more secretly frightened: Even after his father had led the army for decades, even his personal guard camp had never had such strong military morale and morale.
And after witnessing the scene yesterday in which Li Chengzhi rode alone into the midst of thousands of troops to seize the enemy commander's head and preferred to die, even if the emperor came in person, he would no longer be able to conquer these white-armored soldiers.<
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Fortunately, Li Chengzhi is going to Luoyang...
Li Shixian was already excited and his eyes were bloodshot.
In twenty years of service in the army, when had he ever seen such a heart-pounding and numbing scene?
These are just white-armored auxiliary soldiers, and although the real soldiers only number five thousand, what will happen in time?
As soon as such a thought came to his mind, Li Shixian's heart beat like a drum...
Gao Wenjun was so shocked that his delicate body trembled wildly, and tears burst out of his eyes. He covered his mouth tightly with his delicate hands, for fear that he could not help but scream.
These soldiers are all clearly soldiers who have fought in hundreds of battles. They are probably not even half inferior to the imperial army, but they still call Lang Jun the commander-in-chief?
But he is only an eighth-grade Cangcao, and he is only seventeen years old?
Wei Yu was so frightened that she trembled: "Sister...sister, these are...his soldiers..."
Gao Wenjun didn't speak, but nodded slightly.
We know it’s impossible, but how can we explain this situation?
……
The army immediately broke camp and headed south, planning to pass through the border wall and then head east along the Silk Road.
When they reached the gap, Li Chengzhi ordered the entire army to pause, saying that he would wait for Zhang Xinyi to borrow a car from Wuwei City before setting off.
This is what it should be. Everyone knows that if Li Chengzhi is allowed to ride back, there is still a question whether he can reach Jingzhou alive.
The soldiers will not dismount, and the flag will not be lowered. Five thousand cavalry are temporarily stationed on the north side of the border wall.
Li Chengzhi led Li Shixian and five hundred white-armored soldiers to the break.
The side wall was pulled down dozens of feet, and only a solitary section stood in the middle. There were a few ropes on the crenellations, and the wall was covered with arrows, like a giant hedgehog.
On the wall, there are more than fifty corpses neatly placed.
These are the guards who jumped off the wall with Li Chengzhi yesterday and died here in battle.
Before dawn in the morning, Li Chengzhi ordered Li Liang to come here to collect the bodies, and then asked him to lead the remaining white horses back to Biao's family.
Their armor has been stripped off, and they are only wearing inner linings. Some have arrows stuck on their bodies, some have rope buckles around their necks, and some have lances stuck on their chests and abdomens.
What's more, he bites the enemy's ear...
It was these more than fifty white-armored soldiers who didn't even have horses, and they were determined to die together, leaving behind hundreds of horsemen...
Li Chengzhi's nose suddenly sore:
"Father, since the Baijia Battalion was established, there has not been a single cowardly soldier, let alone a deserter. They have tried their best... Those who survived are just because of luck, not because they are afraid of death and fear of fighting.
.So, stop blaming them..."
Li Shixian moved his lips, but found that he couldn't find any reason to refute.
Perhaps it was precisely because of what he considered to be "a woman's benevolence" that Baijiaying returned home and regarded his son as a god!
He stared at Li Chengzhi's silhouette for a long time without saying anything, and finally turned into a long sigh.
Without the tools at hand, they could only bury them on the spot. More than 500 soldiers carefully carried the body down, and built more than 50 grave mounds under the wall with bricks and rammed earth.
It seemed that only when the pain was extreme could he remember the hatred in his heart. Li Chengzhi refused to let anyone help him. He gritted his teeth, took a bag of strong liquor, and sprinkled it around the grave.
No one tried to persuade him, including Li Shixian. After half of it was spilled, most of Li Chengzhi’s white shirt was stained with blood...
Gao Wenjun's heart was as sharp as a knife, he dismounted from his horse and rushed over stumblingly.
Don't say it's you, I'm afraid Mrs. Guo won't be able to persuade her in person. Otherwise, why would Li Shixian break his teeth and just stand still?
Da Xi sighed sadly and dismounted his horse and ran towards the grave.
When he was about to reach it, he suddenly stopped.
Although Li Chengzhi's words were light, when they reached Da Xi's ears, they were like a thunderbolt from the blue: "If I don't take revenge for this, I, Li Chengzhi, will never be a human being...Tuyuhun, just wait to destroy the country!"