Sometimes a kind word can make the desperate trekkers in the Gobi desert take their tired steps again; sometimes a look can make Paoze, who is struggling to support himself in the enemy camp, resolutely wave the steel knife in his hand.
What are brothers? Brothers are not fair-weather friends who fight cocks in front of flowers and under the moonlight; nor are they sour-mouthed and rotten scholars who are full of benevolence but are timid in dealing with situations. (Note 1)
A brother is a big brother who provides you with an arm to lean on when you are tired and desperate; a brother is a confidant who drinks with you when you are drowning your sorrows; a brother is willing to go through trouble for you without asking for a word of thanks.
Brother!
It's easy to find a thousand taels of gold when the time comes, but it's hard to get a pot of wine on credit. Only those who provide help in times of need can be called brothers!
Xianyu Yucheng felt a surge of pride, took a step forward, and raised the horse in his hand.
"In this case, we will have a good fight tonight!"
He comes from a family of military commanders, and has extremely solid martial arts skills. From foundation building to close combat to the use of weapons, he has been demonstrated and instructed by famous teachers, and he has naturally acquired superb martial arts skills. Take the use of this horse.
It is said that I have been practicing the basic movements of holding a sword for three years. (Note 2)
Every move he made was precise and precise, and the Tibetan soldiers who were pressed forward could only parry, but had absolutely no ability to fight back.
The Tang soldier felt a warm current welling up in his chest, and hot tears flowed down his cheeks.
"Fight a great battle!"
So what if they are destined to be unable to break through today? What if they are destined not to see the sun tomorrow? At least, tonight they stand like men on this vast land, guarding themselves and the dignity of the nation with the weapons in their hands.
Xianyu Yucheng felt as if divine power had been poured into his arms. After taking a side step to the right to make some space, he was met with a sweeping blow. Most of the Tubo soldiers were holding steel knives, and they were attacked before they even got close.
The sharp edge broke his belly, and he let out a scream.
"You little bastard, I will fight with you!" Anyway, this life was saved, so Tang Bing had no burden and could wield a horizontal sword with great force.
The two of them, one long and one short, worked together in tandem, forcing the Tibetan soldiers to retreat continuously and panic.
Poof! Tang soldiers opened a foot-long gash in the chest of a Tibetan barbarian, and blood gushed out like boiling soup.
"Yes, it's a man. What's the big name?" Xian Yucheng touched the blood stains on his cheeks and asked in his hometown dialect. At this moment, he felt that Tang Bing was as close as an old friend in Guanzhong.
"Ah?" Tang Bing froze slightly, his face full of silence.
"I asked you what your name is. Could it be that you are not from Qinzhong?"
Xianyu Yucheng picked up a Tibetan soldier who rushed forward and repeated in a loud voice.
"Oh, my name is Lao Mu! I'm from Liangzhou!" Tang Bing finally captured the information from Brigadier Xianyu's strong Guanzhong accent and responded cheerfully.
"Do you have a wife or children?"
"Why not? My mother-in-law is my father-in-law's second daughter, and she gave birth to a big fat boy. My father-in-law is a tofu seller, and the boy's skin is as smooth as tofu." At this point, Lao Mu chuckled.
A giggle.
"Well, then you must get out alive, for the sake of your wife and children!"
"Well! General, you have to get out alive!"
"Since ancient times, Liangzhou has produced heroes. Don't let others look down on you!"
Xianyu Yucheng took another difficult step forward and praised.
"The general is the true hero!" Lao Mu patted his chest, his eyes full of admiration.
The Tubo centurion who was responsible for capturing and killing Xian Yuyucheng was so angry that a dozen of his own people were killed by two Tang bandits in a hurry. Telling him about it would make people laugh out loud!
"Spike, spearman, give them a good jab in the bottom. Kill that officer first, and whoever takes his head will be rewarded with five hundred sheep!"
He had already seen that the Tang general holding the horse spear was an expert from a noble family. His every move was following the rules and full of power. With one thrust and one sweep, the length advantage of the horse spear was brought into full play.
On the other hand, the sword-wielding soldier of Tang Dynasty, although much stronger than the general of Tang Dynasty, was using his sword to the east and to the west without any rules at all. It was an absolutely wild way!
With this order, several Tibetan spearmen jumped out from behind, holding wooden poles and pointing the silver snake towards the young man's lower body.
"Hiss!" The silver 'snake head' spat out a message and bit the prey. It stabbed its fangs into the boy's knees and calves, licking up the scarlet blood.
"Ah!" Xian Yucheng looked up to the sky and hissed sadly, and his body sank forward.
"General!" Tang Bing pushed aside the scimitar that was close to him, rushed in front of Xian Yu Yucheng, and tried hard to chop the wooden shaft at the back end of the spear. But the spear shaft soaked in tung oil was extremely hard, how could it be cut by a spear?
Cut off the gaping hole with a horizontal knife?
The Tibetan soldiers smiled ferociously and pulled their spears back. Xian Yu Yucheng was like a trapped animal being dragged by his hands and feet, passively falling three times with one step.
"You son-of-a-bitch Tubo barbarian, come at me if you have any ability!" The Tang soldier swung his sword and slashed at a Tibetan soldier in front of him, trying to take some of the pressure off the young man.
"Don't overestimate your own capabilities!" The Tubo centurion pulled out a spear and threw it at the Tang soldier. The spear drew a perfect arc in the air and landed accurately on the Tang soldier's back.
"Uh!" "Uh!" Tang Bing was pinned to the ground with a spear and let out a primitive cry. He waved his hands unwillingly, as if he wanted to catch the horizontal knife that fell to the side.
"Old wood!" Xian Yuyucheng was filled with grief and anger, and used his last bit of strength to throw the long spear in his hand at the Tubo centurion.
The Tubo centurion did not expect that the boy would throw away his weapon. At this time, it was impossible to dodge, so he could only subconsciously bend to the side and resign himself to his fate.
Jian Feng scratched his chest and took away a whole piece of flesh and blood. The Tubo centurion screamed in pain, holding his stomach and cursing: "Kill him, kill him! Kill this little bastard!"
After receiving the order, all the Tibetan soldiers swung the steel swords in their hands to chop down North Korea Yu Yucheng. The young man's hands and feet were bound by the spears. Although he saw the scimitar swung towards his face, he could not move at all!
The young man closed his eyes and a wry smile appeared on his lips.
After a long time, the severe pain he imagined did not appear. Xian Yuyucheng opened his eyes and looked around. He saw the Tibetan soldiers holding horizontal knives falling to the side of the road one after another, with arrows with eagle feathers stuck on their backs.
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"Lord Captain!" The young man was already covered in blood. After seeing Li Kuo, he could no longer restrain his emotions and cried bitterly.
"Where are you injured?" Li Kuo jumped off the horse and ran to Xian Yuyucheng to cheer up the fire.
By the flickering light of the fire, Li Kuo saw several spears stuck under Xian Yu Yucheng's knees, and it felt as if they had fallen into an ice cave.
"These beasts!" The young man punched the ground fiercely, stirring up a cloud of dust.
"Be patient, I'll help you pull out the spear." Li Kuo thought for a moment and decided to pull out the spear for Xian Yu Yucheng. The blade being embedded in the flesh for a long time not only hinders the bandage and leads to excessive blood loss, but also
It can lead to wound suppuration and infection, which is life-threatening.
Li Kuo tore off a piece of clean white cloth from his middle coat and held it in his mouth (Note 3)
"Hold on, I'm going to pull it out!"
The young man held down Xian Yu Yucheng's left leg with one hand, and held the spear driven into the flesh with the other. He pulled hard and finally pulled out a silver snake. Red and black blood poured out along the wound, soaking Li Kuoman.
Stained with blood.
Li Kuo hurriedly took off the white cloth strip from his mouth and wrapped it tightly around Xian Yuyucheng's legs several times.
"Be patient, it will be over soon!"
Although Xianyu Yucheng's face was already pale, Li Kuo didn't want to delay it. Long-term pain is worse than short-term pain, and he would suffer more if he delayed for a second!
Li Kuo pulled out all the spears in the same manner and simply stopped the blood from the wound. Finally, Li Kuo let out a sigh of relief.
"It's okay, it's okay. I'll take you home, Brother Kuo'er will take you home." Seeing Xian Yuyu's dull expression, Li Kuo thought he was worried about his injury, smiled slightly, and cheered his good brother up.
"Brother Kuo'er, Lao Mu, Lao Mu, in order to save me..."
Xian Yuyucheng dragged his wounded body to Lao Mu's side and held his cold, rough hands. At this time, Lao Mu was already dead, his whole body was cold, and there was a pool of black blood on the ground next to the wound on his vest.
The young man pulled out the leather bag from his waist and poured most of the liquor towards Lao Mu. "Brother Lao Mu, let's take a sip." After saying that, the young man raised his head with tears in his eyes and drank the rest of the liquor in one gulp.
He drank half a kilogram of strong liquor as if drinking cold water. The hot old liquor burned his throat, burned his stomach, and burned his numb heart. His hands, feet, and head and neck began to tremble unconsciously.
He felt that the earth began to shake from side to side, and the sky was as dark as a slate stone, which made the sad man feel a tightness in his chest.
A wolf howled from the mountain col in the distance.
"Ouch!" "Ouch!"
Suddenly, an unprecedented loneliness and fear hit Yu Yucheng's body. The young man felt Lao Mu's honest laughter ringing in his ears again. "My mother-in-law is so beautiful. She gave me a big fat baby."
Boy, that guy's skin is as smooth as tofu...
But the laughter suddenly turned into a ghost-like ridicule, laughing at his stupidity and his incompetence. The scene of a spear piercing the old wooden vest suddenly appeared in his mind, and he felt a sweet blood surge up.
, it was extremely uncomfortable when it was blocked in his throat. He staggered around the old wood, his legs went weak, and finally collapsed to the ground, and he vomited loudly, and the hot tears came out as he vomited.
He came down with a crash. He lay on the ground, hitting his head on the hard earth, and cried loudly:
"Old Mu, get the fuck up! Didn't you agree to live for the sake of your wife and children? Didn't you agree that we would fight out together? Why don't you?
Let me talk about our feelings. Can we talk about our feelings? You talk to me... what should I do? You are so dead. You feel so comfortable after kicking off your legs. Call your wife and children.
What should we do? When will you be able to go back home? Oh God..."
Note 1: Tou Hu: Tou Hu is a throwing game played by ancient scholar-bureaucrats during banquets. It is a calm, peaceful and etiquette activity. In the Tang Dynasty, there were many more names for the style of Tou Hu, such as "Yier", "Guan" "Er", "Inverted Er", "Lianzhong", "Quanhu", etc. Touhu, football and Go in ancient my country were all spread to North Korea. According to the "New Book of Tang·Biography of Goryeo", "The king of Goryeo resides in In Pyongyang City, people enjoy playing games, throwing pots, and playing Cuju."
Note 2: Foundation building means laying the foundation. Most martial arts students must go through this stage. The quality of practice at this stage will directly affect future martial arts attainments, so many wealthy families will ask famous teachers to teach their children.
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Note 3: Zhongyi: Zhongyi, also known as lining, is the shirt of Hanfu and plays the role of matching and foil.
ps: I am a fellow student too! This chapter made me cry...
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