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Whether it was the Turks or the Dahua soldiers, everyone was stunned. It is an incredible thing to be able to kill Labri, who is famous on the grasslands, in one round, and the perpetrator is a big Chinese who is known for being weak.

Hu Bugui and Gao Chief came to their senses first, and shouted with red eyes: "The enemy chief Labri is dead! Brothers, rush with me, don't let a Turk!"

"Come on—" The boiling blood burned in the chests of the soldiers, killing Labrie made them extremely excited, and the tragic death of their siblings made them go crazy. Under the double stimulation of this excitement and severe pain, their eyes were split, and there was only one thought in their hearts - to kill the Turks! The boundless combat power suddenly erupted, and this group of Dahua warriors in Hu clothes rushed into the enemy group like fierce lions and wolves, roaring and slashing.

Although Labri died, almost all the heavy troops of the Hu people were guarding the city wall, and there were still as many as three or four thousand. The half-height tower of the Prairie City has become an important place for the two sides to compete.

The thousands of men and horses behind Hu Bugui Gaoqi fought all the way along the guide wall of the city tower, as if they had rushed into a hornet's nest, and their eyes were full of black Turks. Every step forward, blood and blood flowed into rivers, countless Turks fell, and there were also Dahua soldiers buried here. At this point in the battle, life and death are already in the sky, Hu Bugui and Gao Chief roared and rushed to the front, bloodstained all over their bodies, and the war knives were slashed. Looking at the front, Lin Wanrong rushed to the front like a lone wolf, with his sword falling, and countless Turks split their heads. His majesty of beheading Labri with one sword left a deep shadow in the hearts of the Turks. No one dared to plunder his edge, and there was hardly a single general under his command. The war knives were already all over the gaps, but he was like an iron man who didn't notice. His blood-stained face was extremely hideous.

"boom". Amid the loud noise, thousands of troops and horses rushed in, and more than 6,000 Dahua soldiers who were ambushed outside the city rushed in. They crossed the gate of the grasslands that Li Wuling and the others pushed open with their lives and blood, and merged into a violent storm. The torrent rushed towards the recalcitrant Turks at the head of the city.

The arrival of the reinforcements was like a shot in the arm, which shocked all the soldiers, but the Hu people who were stubbornly resisted were trembling with fear.

"Those who commit me to strengthen China are far better than being punished! Kill these Turks—" Looking at Qian Erlang's young cheeks. Hu Bugui burst into tears, growled in flames, and rolled his heart with a sword. A snow-white light was drawn, and his huge figure was like a soaring bird. He led the soldiers to stride into the enemy group, and with a wave of the sword, he split the tall Hu man in half.

Stepping through the Helan Mountain, eight thousand divine soldiers descended from the sky. All of them looked tragic and brave, and they were not afraid of death. When they gathered together, they became the reminder of the five thousand Hu people in Bayanhot.

No crossbow to follow, no artillery to help. From the moment the Bayanhot city gate opened wide and the soldiers stepped into the city, this turned into a naked hand-to-hand battle. The last level of the surprise attack is to fight for life, which is an unavoidable fate. In the dark night, eight thousand great Hua Erlang,

Five thousand Turkic cavalrymen staged a tragic hand-to-hand battle on this vast grassland.

Lin Wanrong did not know how long he had been fighting. His thinking has long stopped, and the blood all over his body stained the broken robe, turning into a bloody man. The curved war knife pierced the chest of the Turkic man in front of him. His hands were over a thousand pounds, and his whole body was numb.

"General, General—" The two anxious shouts seemed to come from the sky, and he slowly came back to his senses, only to see two bloody men standing beside him, their faces covered with blood stains, only showing great anxiety eyes. His arm was pulled desperately by the two, and one of them rolled with blood and tears: "General, don't kill any more. This idiot is dead! He is dead!"

"Dead?!" Lin Wanrong stared blankly and looked down, only to see that the barbarian lying on the ground was covered with knife marks, a curved war knife passed through his chest, and sank deep into the ground. Sprinkled all over the ground, those who have already died can no longer die.

"Brother Lin, what's the matter with you?" Seeing his dazed expression, the person on the right hurriedly grabbed his hand, teardrops mixed with blood, and his expression was extremely terrifying.

"Are you Big Brother Gao?" The voice was familiar, but the cheek was covered with blood and could not be identified, Lin Wanrong asked in a low voice.

The bloody man hurriedly wiped away the tears and blood on his face, and grinned with a wide mouth, but it was uglier than crying: "It's me! Brother Lin, it's me, Boss! God bless you, you finally woke up!"

Lin Wanrong glanced at the bloody man on the left again: "Are you Brother Hu?"

Hu Bugui wiped the tears and blood from the corners of his eyes and nodded hurriedly: "It's me, it's me, General, you are finally awake. The war is over, Bayanhot is ours, it is ours!"

The excitement on Hu Bugui and Gao Chief's faces could not be concealed, even though they paid the price in blood, even though Bayanhot was not as simple as a county government, but after all, this was a weak Dahua that has been abroad for hundreds of years. The first city that was harvested was also the city of Dahua's deadly enemies, the Turks. What a great victory this was. For Dahua, who had been weak for many years, its great significance was difficult to describe in words.

"Really?!" There was no unexpected ecstasy, Lin Wanrong just sighed faintly, and his eyes were like clouds in the sky.

"Yes." Hu Bugui nodded hurriedly: "In this battle, we annihilated 4,802 Turkic cavalry and captured 198 alive. We captured more than 30,000 horses and countless provisions. It is estimated that so much food and grass is enough to feed 300,000 horses for more than ten days. As long as the Helan Mountain Pass is not broken for ten days, the Hu people will fight against our army hungry. General, you see—"

Following the direction Hu Bugui's finger pointed, among the flaming torches, countless stacks of grain and hay stood tall, and thousands of soldiers held clusters of firewood in their hands and spread them among the stacks of grain and hay. As long as a torch is dropped, countless grains and grasses will be burned.

Lin Wanrong nodded silently: "How about the casualties of the brothers?"

Hu Bugui lowered his head sadly, and whispered: "Our army killed 1,377 people and injured 326 people, and the battle damage is 20%!"

Lin Wanrong's cheeks twitched, and he clenched his fists fiercely, tears flashing in his eyes: "Where are the corpses of Gang Lizi?!"

"It's all set up," Hu Bugui said with tears slicing through the blood on his face, "I'm waiting for you, General, to send them off for the last ride!"

Tears silently flowed down his face, and the scenes of hundreds of soldiers piercing their hearts with arrows and weeping blood to open the city surfaced in front of them. "Ah - ah - ah -" Lin Wanrong suddenly let out a terrifying wolf roar, blood and tears flowed, struggling to pull out the long sword on the ground, using all his strength, he slashed towards the city wall with a fierce knife. In the banging noise, sparks splashed everywhere, and the thick stone wall collapsed. The momentum was so great that the grassland trembled.

Bang, the long knife fell, Lin Wanrong's face was pale, and the tiger's mouth holding the knife was cracked with blood. Hu Bugui and Gao Chief silently stood behind him, tears blurring their eyes.

The atmosphere was suffocatingly silent. I don't know how long it took, seeing Lin Wanrong's figure as silent as a stone sculpture, Hu Bugui gently persuaded: "As a soldier, dying in battle is the most glorious way to return. For this, please don't blame yourself too much."

"But Xiao Lizi, he is only thirteen years old, thirteen years old!" Lin Wanrong choked and muttered to himself, his fists were about to bleed.

Li Wuling was the youngest of the soldiers who went outside the Great Wall. It was brought by Lin Wanrong himself, and he was the only grandson of General Li Tai. Winning Bayanhot can certainly inspire people's hearts greatly, but losing Li Wuling is also a huge blow to Li Tai and the psychology of Dahua soldiers. Between this joy and sorrow, no one can weigh which is heavier! Li Wuling died in battle. That made Bayanhot's victory a lot inferior, even if he won, he was also defeated.

The prairie night wind blew against his cheeks, freezing to the bone. Straight to the heart. The remains of thousands of soldiers were placed in a long row on a temporary wooden frame, and night crows flew from nowhere, hovering above their heads, croaking, and their voices were desolate and cold.

The remaining 5,000 soldiers stood silently, tears circling in their eyes, dripping down silently, landing in the icy soil of the grassland in early spring.

Lin Wanrong took Gao Chief and Hu Bugui. Along the long array of heroic spirits, he walked silently, carefully looking at every young cheek that was gradually becoming cold and pale. The deep sadness and silence, like the early spring wind, permeated everyone's heart.

The most tragic portrait is when the hundreds of warriors who pushed open the city gate with their bodies, countless long arrows penetrated their bodies, and many people's remains were taken down. All of them had arrows in their foreheads hanging on the city gates. In order to protect their remains, the arrows that were difficult to pull out, the soldiers carefully cut it off from its roots. The arrow remains in the body. These hundreds of soldiers were full of anger until they died, and no one closed their eyes.

In the face of these brothers who used to get along day and night, but are now separated forever, Lin Wanrong choked up, and with trembling hands, stroked their cold and stiff cheeks, and slowly closed their eyes one by one.

A slightly shorter body appeared in front of him, and the childishness on his face had not yet taken off. There was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, and it was as peaceful as entering a dreamland. Among the thousands of soldiers who died in battle, he was the youngest and the youngest, but the verse-like roar of "My body may die, but my heart will never die" has remained in everyone's memory forever. heart.

"It's a little plum—" Hu Bugui and Gao Chief exclaimed at the same time, their eyes instantly moistened.

Looking at Li Wuling's tender face, Lin Wanrong's shoulders trembled slightly. From an angle that no one could see, tears streamed down his cheeks.

Li Wuling had eight arrows in his body, one on each of his legs and arms, one on his right rib, one on his left chest, and one on each of his shoulders. Perhaps because he was the smallest and was unconsciously blocked by other soldiers, he was not hit by an arrow in his forehead. The most deadly thing was the arrow crossbow on his left chest. His eyes were slightly open, but there was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had fallen asleep.

Lin Wanrong choked up, stretched out his hands slowly, and closed his eyes for him tremblingly: "Gang Lizi, it's Brother Lin who didn't protect you! Brother Lin can't help you!"

He gently closed Li Wuling's eyes and muttered to himself, tears rolling down his face. When I looked up again, I saw an incredible scene - I don't know when, Xiao Lizi's eyes opened again.

"Little plum—" Lin Wanrong exclaimed, unable to wipe away her tears, and hurriedly put her finger on Li Wuling's nose to probe his breath.

There was no breath, his cheeks were already cold, and when he looked at his eyes again, they were half-closed, half-brilliant, and the breath had long since disappeared.

Is it an illusion? Is the little plum blaming me? ! Lin Wanrong felt more sad in her heart, sighed silently, and slowly closed his eyelids. Lifting his hand, a surprising scene appeared again. Li Wuling's eyes slowly opened again.

Lao Gao was also amazed, and couldn't help crying out: "Little plum, good brother, Big Brother Gao knows you won't rest. Don't worry, I will definitely catch a few more Turkic women, cut them all down, and give them to you as a gift. Daughter-in-law! Brother, rest in peace!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stretched out his hand to close Li Wuling's eyes. Xiao Lizi was unyielding, and his eyes slowly opened again. What power is this? ! Hu Bugui, who was next to him, was so shocked that he couldn't close his mouth.

Lin Wanrong pondered for a long time, and suddenly stretched out a big hand against Li Wuling's chest. Xiao Lizi's chest was cold, without a trace of heat, just like other soldiers who died in battle.

Shaking his head in disappointment, he was about to withdraw his hand when suddenly, a slight and undetectable beating entered the palm of his hand. Although it was weak, it made Lin Wanrong ecstatic. He wailed and burst into tears: "He is still alive! Live!"

"Brother Lin, my condolences!" Gao Chief thought he had lost his mind, and hurriedly grabbed his heavy shaking head: "I touched it, Xiao Lizi's nose is cold, and he has no breathing. It's really gone!"

"No, Big Brother Gao, he still has a heartbeat, I've touched it!" Lin Wanrong shook his head hurriedly, grabbing Lao Gao's hand and placing it on Li Wuling's chest.

Seeing that Brother Lin's appearance was extremely sober, it didn't seem like he was insane, Gao Chief was dubious and put his palm on Li Wuling's chest. Lin Wanrong's words immediately lifted everyone's hopes, and countless anxious eyes were focused on Lao Gao, waiting for his words.

Gao Chief held his breath, caressed Li Wuling's chest, waited silently for a long time, but never noticed any beating, finally put down his hands and shook his head silently! Hu Bugui's expression suddenly darkened, and tears floated.

"Impossible!" Seeing the desperate eyes of everyone, Lin Wanrong shook his head and said: "I have touched it. Xiao Lizi is still alive, he must be alive."

"The death of Li Wuling is a huge blow to the general." Hu Bugui lowered his head and sighed silently.

Regardless of what other people think, Lin Wanrong stretched out his palm and touched Li Wuling's chest again. The cold feeling came, and Xiao Lizi's body lay quietly, and there was no more change. After waiting for such a long time, the heartbeat that I touched for the first time has never been detected again.

Did I really hear it wrong? Lin Wanrong felt sad and had the urge to cry. Unwilling to wait for a long time, and finally even myself disappointed. Little plum is dead! He will never come back.

The breath that he held back finally dissipated, and he was powerless to shake his head, just as he was about to take his hand away, suddenly, a slight throbbing came from the palm of his hand, the same weak and imperceptible as last time. Lin Wanrong was stunned, in his heart at this moment, there is no more powerful heartbeat in the world than this!

"Little plum is still alive!" Lin Wanrong exhaled a long breath, suppressing the ecstasy in his heart. With the previous experience, he dared not be careless. The palm is still on Li Wuling's heart, waiting for his next heartbeat.

His face was sometimes sad, sometimes overjoyed, and fell into the eyes of Gao Chief and Hu Bugui. The two looked at each other, sighed and shook their heads!

Boom, even after a long period of time, the second heartbeat finally came, and it was still so weak that it would be ignored if you were not careful. But in Lin Wanrong's ears, there is no more exciting voice than this. This is the most precious heartbeat in the world. Lin Wanrong held her breath and burst into tears.

"Big Brother Hu, Big Brother Gao. Come and listen!" Lin Wanrong's voice was calm and trembling, but his eyes were very firm.

Hu Bugui and Gao Chief slowly put their palms on Li Wuling's chest. thump. An imperceptible, light beating instantly spread into the palm of his hand. The two looked at each other in disbelief, their faces ecstatic.

Waiting quietly for a while, the extremely weak but firm heartbeat can be heard clearly again and again. Lao Hu Lao Gao's eyes instantly turned red: "Alive, Xiao Li is really alive!"

Two five-foot-tall men. Aoao screamed and hugged tightly together, tears seemed to be drained from the flood peak, and rushing down.

Lin Wanrong raised his arms and shouted. Yangtian Huohao: "Li Wuling is still alive! Brothers, our little plum is still alive!",, "Alive, our brother is still alive—" The news spread all over in an instant, and the swords and guns in the hands of countless soldiers were high. Raised high, they hugged and jumped together, howled up to the sky, and the scene of five thousand heroes weeping together was deeply engraved in everyone's heart.

Cheering in front of fallen comrades is not disrespectful. On the contrary, it is the most sincere and simple feeling. Li Wuling does not represent a single person, he represents countless heroic spirits of Dahua who lie in the depths of the grasslands. What could be more important than a lost and found brother-in-arms? !

The news that Li Wuling is still alive is like a spring rain in a drought, nourishing everyone's hearts. Up to Lin Wanrong, Hu Bugui, down to the ordinary soldiers, they all rejoiced and swept away the depression caused by the casualties of their comrades.

Although they were still facing more than a thousand comrades who died in battle, the mood of the soldiers was completely different from that just now. A moment ago, they were still tragic and solemn, but a moment later, they saw boundless hope. This feeling of being lost and finding a life in a desperate situation has made their confidence and combat effectiveness stronger than ever.

The bodies of the fallen soldiers were burning in the flames, and Lin Wanrong said silently: "Brother Gao, gather up the ashes of the brothers and ask them to come home with us!"

Hearing the word "go home", Chief Gao felt warm and sad in his heart. He wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, hummed heavily, and walked away.

"General, look!" Hu Bugui shouted excitedly after returning from his horse.

Lin Wanrong looked up and saw that above the main entrance of the Prairie City, where Li Wuling and others were killed, there was a bloody, grim-faced head hanging high. It was Labri who was personally beheaded by Lin Wanrong.

This way of hanging one's head in public is the most naked demonstration and the loudest slap on the face of the Turks!

There is not much need to discuss the inhumanity and inhumanity. War is just like that.

Looking at Li Wuling, who was seriously injured and not awake on the stretcher, and looking at the 30,000 war horses left in the city, Lin Wanrong snorted: "Brother Hu, do you know what to do with these Turkic war horses?!"

Li Wuling's loss and recovery is a great encouragement to everyone. Hu Bugui swept away the previous decline and said angrily: "General, don't worry, the last will save, the Turks will never get a war horse or a grain of food. You Look, isn't that the beginning?"

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Thousands of horses rushed up, arrows, war knives, and for a moment, the Turkic warhorses trapped in the moon neighed and blood flowed into rivers.

"It's too brutal." Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed: "Brother Hu, think of some more humane ways in the future. War horses are also life! This bloody, frightened Turkic child is your sin."

Hu Bugui laughed a few times: "It was Lao Gao who said that it is too troublesome to poison the warhorse, and the poison has to be bought with money. Our military expenses can't be wasted like this, it's still a benefit from sword punishment. It not only trains the soldiers in swordsmanship, but also trains them in courage."

Lin Wanrong smiled wryly and shook his head, Lao Gao, I don't talk about him infrequently.

There is a faint fishy whiteness on the horizon. In two hours, the red sun on the grassland will rise, and the Hu people who rush to Bayanhot will also follow. The boundless grassland will change.

"General, it's time to start!" All the grain and grass were connected by firewood, and Hu Bugui handed the flaming torch in his hand to Lin Wanrong.

The lamp oil exploded lightly from time to time, and the torches crackled. Seeing Lao Gao and hundreds of brothers silently collecting the ashes of their dead brothers, Lin Wanrong was pulling the reins of the horse with his left hand, his legs were clamped, and the horse ran out quickly.

During the run, Lin Wanrong shouted loudly: "Burn it, Bayanhot!" As the words fell, he yanked the reins, the horse neighed, and the torch in his hand flew out like a powerful javelin. of a haystack.

With a loud "Boom", the red flames shot up into the sky, and the thick flames spread rapidly. The countless clusters of grain and grass gathered here by the Hu people immediately burned vigorously.

"Roar--"

"Roar--"

The firelight reflected on the blood-stained clothes and cheeks of the Dahua soldiers, and they shouted in unison, as if to let all the humiliation drift away with this spark.

The fire is getting more and more fierce, the city is burning everywhere, the smoke is billowing, and the thick fog is filled.

After half an hour, the food and grass had already burned half, and even if it rained heavily at this moment, it was powerless to return to the sky. The prairie city was full of scorched earth, ash stains, and smoke filled the air, and no one could be seen within a few meters.

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All the extra war horses have been beheaded, the remains of the fallen soldiers have been collected neatly, and more than 5,000 soldiers have lined up in front of the city gate and are about to set off.

Looking at the soldiers in ruins and charred faces in front of him, Lin Wanrong paused and said loudly: "Everyone has seen it. We have done a great thing that no one has ever done in the history of Dahua - the throat of the Hu people, the grassland. The city of Bayanhot. It is burning under our feet at this moment, and it has completely turned into a piece of scorched earth. From then on, this castle will be completely erased from the territory of the Turks."

"Roar - Roar -" Hu Bugui and Gao Chief took the lead, waving the sword high. Shout out in unison with the soldiers.

Lin Wanrong waved his hands down, and the officers and men instantly became quiet: "In the battle of Bayanhot, our whereabouts have been completely exposed to the Hu people, attacking the Hu people's castle on the grasslands, and wielding knives in the hearts of the Turks, this is them. Never encountered before, it is foreseeable that more cruel grassland killing is coming. Please remember that from this moment, our strategy will be completely changed. We, will become the rabbits on the grassland. The advantage of being able to avoid the falcon Claws, coming home alive is our greatest victory!"

The scene was quiet, and everyone's eyes were focused on Lin Wanrong. Everyone knows that. Although the mission has been completed, the cruel journey is only halfway through. The next part of the road will be the most dangerous, and it has never been experienced by anyone. in this vast prairie. They will become prey for the Turks. To return to Helan Mountain alive may only be the most beautiful dream. However, after going through so many bloody battles and getting used to seeing life and death. Who would be really afraid.

More than 5,000 people looked at death as if returning home, and Lin Wanrong choked silently. He waved his hand, and the first horse jumped out of the city gate, the second, the third...

The five thousand soldiers withdrew from Bayanhot silently. The crisp sound of horses' hooves mixed with the raging flames, like a loud idyll on the grassland.

Lin Wanrong took Hu Bugui and Gao Chief to the end and stepped out of the city gate. The three couldn't help but turn their heads and stare. Voice

The prairie city in the middle of the fire is filled with gunpowder smoke. Apart from the sound of the wind and fire, the sound of people and horses could no longer be heard.

Lin Wanrong thought about it for a while, then suddenly put on the reins and ran back hurriedly.

"What is General Lin doing?" Hu Bugui asked in confusion.

Gao Chief thought for a while, then shook his head weakly: "I don't know either. But Brother Lin's actions have always been inscrutable. With your wisdom and mine, it is impossible to speculate at all. As for what happened at night, if you put it in the past, you would believe it. Can he slash Labri?!"

Thinking of General Lin's thunderous knife, Hu Bugui secretly felt his heart palpitate, and hurriedly shook his head and sighed: Profound, really profound!

Walking to the edge of the city gate, Lin Wanrong jumped off his horse and found a burning thick stick on the side of the road. The ground was dripping with the blood of the beheaded Turkic horses. He stirred the blood a few times with a wooden stick, then brushed it and wrote on the city wall. These few words are flying like dragons and phoenixes, dripping with blood, and the momentum is very majestic. After he finished writing, he threw away the bloody long stick, glanced left and right, and suddenly burst out laughing.

Chief Gao had the best eyesight. He saw that the words were crooked, but they were incomparably huge, and he could see clearly at a glance: "Dahua Linsan, come here for a visit! You can build it again, and I will visit next year!"

As soon as he finished reading, Hu Bugui laughed out loud: "Okay! I will swim again next year! This momentum, this article, that is General Lin's style!"

"Good poetry, good poetry." Seeing Lin Wanrong turning around on his horse and coming to his side, Gao Chief gave a thumbs up: "The confrontation is neat, the rhythm is rigorous, it is really a peerless treasure and a gift of good news. Just the word of this poem, I'm afraid it will sell for hundreds of thousands of taels in a few hundred years."

Hu Bugui said seriously: "That's that, that is, General Lin's words, in our Dahua, it is a rare calligraphy treasure. But I don't know how the general can be so elegant and make this masterpiece on the wall of the Hu people. ?!"

Lin Wanrong laughed: "Ashamed and ashamed, it's just graffiti and travel habits. I'm afraid that the Hu people can't understand our Dahua characters and waste my words."

Several people laughed at the same time, and the sound penetrated the grassland sky...

Looking at Li Wuling, who was lying on a stretcher with a pale face and still not awake, Lin Wanrong pulled his arm tightly.

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