Chapter 1 Autumn Equinox III Scarlet battle banner, earthy yellow trumpet armor.
The team ahead was so familiar.
For a long time in his childhood, Cheng Mingzhen once dreamed of becoming one of the people who wore yellow armor.
Under the same battle flag, the sword slashed the Turks, and the horse stepped on Nan Chen, making great achievements for the Great Sui behind him, like a hanging cloud platform, which will remain in history.
Note 1 It can be said that he never thought that one day, he would lead another team to launch a decisive attack on the Great Sui Battle Banner that his fathers were proud of.
But the reality is so absurd, in order to survive, in order to live better, he has to do everything he can to bury the blood-stained glory of his fathers by all means, at any cost.
At the moment when he closed his eyes, nearly a thousand people from both sides had fallen in a pool of blood.
The soldiers of the Great Sui Prefecture were well-armed and well-trained, and the armor-piercing cones shot by the archers were almost always concentrated in a fixed area.
Most of Zhang's minions were still wearing single clothes, and the triangular cluster of arrows easily tore through their clothes, skin, muscles, and bodies up to half a foot long.
The man who was hit by the arrow didn't even have time to scream, as if he was drunk, he spun and fell.
In contrast, the minions have a lackluster record.
With the exception of a few elite wielding captured horn bows, the rest of the archers fired feathered arrows scattered despite their dual advantage in terrain and wind direction.
Most of them were blocked by the official army's Pu Dao hand with a shield, and a small number of them were lucky enough to hit the target, but they only drilled a hole in the leather armor, and they couldn't even cause serious injuries After a round of feather arrows, the morale of the minions dropped rapidly.
The first third of the Blade Formation was still rushing forward at high speed, but in the second third, many people slowed down in front of the corpse of the robe.
"His grandmother's, rush up.
The cowardly, the latter died," the three masters of the battle at the end of the battle, Du Scar, immediately turned his face, picked up the back of the knife and pumped it randomly.
The minions in the back row suffered pain on their backs, so they had to continue to step forward and play for their lives.
The robe in the middle position was pushed by them, and the entire formation rumbled along the slope of the terrain.
The second wave of feathered arrows of the official army smashed down like hailstone, smashing into the center of the arrow array, cutting it into two parts.
The screams behind him came and went, but Cheng Mingzhen turned a deaf ear.
He didn't even plan to straighten out the formation and boost morale, just wrapped himself in the front part of the center of the front of the front formation, blindly speeding up.
The soldiers around him were all battle-hardened. found that the Lord would give up his life and forget about death, and he also let it go, brandishing a long-handled Mo knife, and screaming like a wolf, "Whoa, whoa, whoa" "Ahhhh The mournful cry shook the hearts of all the brothers, and at the same time a wave of indescribable grief and indignation swelled up.
"Ahhhh Soon, the cry of despair infected everyone in the charge, and they also raised their rudimentary weapons and responded loudly.
"Ahhhh "Ahhhh Killing one is enough, killing two earns one.
In another twenty years, there will be a good man in heaven and earth.
Human emotions are like this, they are easily infected by the environment.
When the core of the entire army was determined to die, the rest of the brothers quickly forgot their fears.
The blockade of the feathered arrows continues, and death is on the horizon.
The former robes fell one by one, but the people on the run were crazy, and they didn't want to make any pauses at all.
Rush up, rush up, and pull a cushion on the verge of death. rushed up, rushed up, the groom's official Cheng Jiuye rushed to the forefront.
Whose life is more precious than his gold?
As the old saying goes, there are only three arrows in battle.
It refers to the frequency of the defending side at the distance between the two armies at a distance of about 100 paces.
Except for a very small number of talented archers and skilled generals, a one-and-a-half-stone horn bow can directly kill the enemy, and the range will not exceed one hundred and twenty paces at most.
At a distance of one hundred and twenty paces, a high-speed impact horse only needs to flick six to seven fingers, and the running speed of a person is slightly slower, and fifteen flicks of fingers can also complete the connection between the two armies.
The third wave of feather arrows fell, and more than 500 green forest heroes were put down.
The fourth wave of feather arrows was too close to each other, so they could only shoot flat, and most of them were separated by shields by the minions at the front of the Blade Array, and a few fell into the formation, and their lethality was sharply reduced.
Before the soldiers could put the fifth bow and arrow on the string, the Pu Dao hand at the front of the blade array suddenly threw the wooden shield forward as a hidden weapon.
The heavy wooden shield swirled in mid-air, hanging in the wind, and cut directly into the faces of the soldiers in the front row.
I didn't expect the minions to attack in such a way, and the soldiers standing in the front row were smashed and dizzy.
At the same time, Cheng Mingzhen's first general order finally sounded in the center of the crowd, faintly bloody.
"Raise your sword, raise your spear and overturn them," he shouted, dropping the wooden shield with three carved feathers, and leveling the lance he had previously held in one hand.
Throwing away his shield, the swordsman immediately raised his steel sword and strode towards the enemy who was already close at hand.
Immediately behind Park Dao Shou, the long lance hand who was protected by him all the way also flat-ended iron lance, wooden spear, and ash pole tassel spear, spread his legs, and used his running speed to the limit.
This is all done by Cheng Mingzhen who has been training them day by day for several months, and everyone has almost formed an instinct.
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Once the weapon is raised, it is brave to move forward, and to die without spinning.
"The front army, stabilize the left and right wings, move forward diagonally, and cut them off" The old general Feng Xiaoci was not in a hurry, waving the order flag in his hand.
The herald next to him immediately raised his horn and informed the whole army of his order.
The "ten" shaped array slowly began to move.
The front army, which was about to engage the opposing side, quickly regained its composure after the initial confusion.
The left and right armies, who had been greeting the heroes of the green forest with feather arrows, dropped their horn bows, lifted their weapons, and slowly approached forward in the shape of scissors.
"Boom" The warring sides collided together without any tricks, and plasma burst out.
In an instant, the front army of the government was like a rock that had been hammered, shattering a thick layer.
And the array of sharp arrows as sharp as knives also immediately became dull, and the charging speed of the warriors in the front row dropped suddenly, but the minions in the back row continued to press up because of the inertia of running, or stabbed the soldiers who were blocking the road.
Or be cut down by well-trained government soldiers.
Layers of corpses fell, and the ground was soon covered with red mud.
Neither of the warring sides flinched, and one after the other, never stopped.
This is a contest of courage and will, a contest of dignity between men.
Those who retreat will not be able to hold their heads up for the rest of their lives, and those who die in battle will always be heroes.
The effects of the terrain slowly began to show, and with the help of the slope of the ground beneath their feet, the minions who were far inferior in training and equipment to their opponents were actually on a par with the government soldiers.
The brothers in front kept falling, and the brothers in the back rushed forward like a tidal wave, and wave after wave followed.
The sharp horizontal knife slashed at the thin kudzu cloth shirt, instantly cutting a hole more than half a foot long.
At the moment when their physical strength was about to collapse, the calloused men reluctantly pulled out their short blades from the corpse of the enemy and stabbed them into the lower abdomen of the opponent.
The two men fell at the same time, then hugged each other and rolled in a pool of blood, tearing and beating.
It wasn't until one of them was completely unconscious that the other stopped attacking and collapsed next to the corpse of the other, laughing and closing his eyes.
Snowflakes fell one after another, covering the corpses on the ground, red.
And the heavy crimson instantly melted with the snow, converging into strands, streams, rivers, and silently flowing down the hillside.
This is the bleakest scene in the world, and it is also the most magnificent scene in the world.
Life comes together in the last moments as a swan song, which cannot be accompanied by any instrument, and cannot be compared with any tune.
Almost everyone reveled in this magnificent music, and was intoxicated.
Time slows down, even stands still.
The past and future, pain and happiness, grievances and hatreds, everything is not taken into account, and I am too lazy to think about it.
All you can know is now, and the slightest negligence will kill you.
The difference between life and death can be the difference between life and death.
The weapon in his hand was no longer heavy, the wounds on his body were no longer felt, the jerky tricks, and the stiff steps suddenly became extremely skillful.
The movements of the moves seem to be dancing, while the bull-headed horses are accompanied by songs on both sides, slashing one and then another.
They are all dead, only you are alive.
Live wonderfully, live happily, and live passionately.
Live like a burning and rolling flame, and whoever tries to get close will burn him to death, burn him, and burn him into a pile of ashes.
No matter who it is, even if it's a former colleague of my father's generation.
Even those yellow armor and red battle flags were so familiar and intimate.
At the moment when the two armies just met, Cheng Mingzhen closed his eyes slightly, and swallowed the pain in his heart with the plasma in his mouth.
At this moment, he was completely fascinated by the bloody qi, dyed by the sound of swords colliding, and the whole person was crazy like a leopard with its head out of the cage.
The stainless steel lance in his hand is a leopard's tooth, and the iron-clad combat boots under his feet are a leopard's tail.
Whoever dares to provoke, bite him with steel fangs and knock him over with iron tails.
Trampling his body into a pool of blood, collapsing on top of his corpse and declaring his victory with a wild laugh.
Lao Tzu just wants to live, even if poverty and cold, white eyes and contempt follow, he can bear it.
But why don't you let Lao Tzu live, Lao Tzu doesn't want to kill people, don't want to kill people, but why do you tell Lao Tzu again and again that kindness is a mistake and tolerance is a sin.
Well, Lao Tzu knows that Lao Tzu has changed Lao Tzu and is no longer a man, Lao Tzu is a beast.
Born bloodthirsty, living by eating flesh, looking for the joy of life in the piles of white bones kill Men should be killed. kill One will be successful, and ten thousand bones will wither kill On the mountain of corpses, in the sea of blood, is the destination of Lao Tzu.
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Since then, he has been accompanied by the bull head and horse face, and the Yaksha Yama has been in the company.
Since only murderers can live in this world.
Lao Tzu did not hesitate to raise his knife.
Kill, kill, kill Kill, kill, kill Note 1: Like a hanging gimbal.
Emperor Guangwu of the Han Dynasty once hung portraits of 28 founding heroes on the cloud platform.
So after the Han Dynasty and before the Tang Dynasty, like Hanging Cloud Towers was the highest dream of military generals.
After the Tang Dynasty, it was changed to a plastic Lingyan: