Qiankun Fantasy Sword Record

Volume 3 Autumn Soldiers on the Battlefield Chapter 084 Elbow Mutation

Wen Zijun looked at the clear green lake and the soldiers playing in the lake, and was filled with emotions. (It only takes a genius 3 seconds to remember this)

Water can carry a boat, but it can also overturn it.

The lake in Daihai is so beautiful and gentle that soldiers can enjoy it and appreciate the value of life; but by tomorrow evening, the beautiful and gentle lake will become the sickle of death, harvesting human lives.

Why do people kill each other? Nature is so vast, why worry about not having a place to stand? The soldiers playing in the lake may lose their lives tomorrow. What did they get in exchange for their lives?

Looking at the wars in history, the root cause is nothing more than a means for some people to fight for power. No matter whether it is just or evil, which war does not end with one party gaining benefits? Either the territory is expanded, or the territory is seized.

Seizing money, or gaining the right to control... and those who sacrificed themselves were the unknown soldiers who charged forward. They may have been no one cared about during their lifetimes, and they were lost in the vast history after their death.

In the long river.

Once a general becomes famous, his bones will wither! It does not mean that this general is so selfish, sacrificing ten thousand people for the sake of becoming famous. This is the law of history. Soldiers will inevitably die in war. A general will die in a hundred battles, and a strong man will return in ten years. After sacrifice, he will be successful.

Thousands of soldiers finally won the victory. The soldiers who survived the bloody battle on the battlefield naturally became heroes in the long history. But the more unknown soldiers who lifted the heroes could only sleep in the Nine Springs.

Down.

Wen Zijun suddenly felt extremely disgusted with war. He felt that his hands were stained with blood, both from his enemies and from his comrades.

Thinking of this, Wen Zijun jumped into Daihai Lake without taking off his clothes. He hoped that the clear water of the lake could wash away the blood on his body and restore his innocence.

Lying on the green grass, looking at the white clouds in the blue sky, Wen Zijun thought again, could it be that the Xiongnu would not carry out the flooding this time? He thought of the hen that stood up with all its feathers standing up in order to protect its children and fell to the ground angrily.

For cats and dogs that want to harm their children; sheep will form a circle in order to survive and jointly resist the invasion of evil wolves.

Wen Zijun made up his mind. Yes, he does not like war now, but there are still many things worth sacrificing for him and all the soldiers - to defend the dignity of the country, for the peace of the people, for the care of his relatives...

… He and all the soldiers had no choice but to end the war with war in order to achieve peace in the world.

The sun follows its natural trajectory and sets from the west, leaving darkness on the earth. (! Win the call fee) After silence, it will rise from the east again. As for how long the silence lasts, some people think it is just a moment.

Some people think it is a century.

The waiting time is the longest. Wen Zijun waited for the sunset to radiate light from the east. The rising sun brought a colorful world to the earth. As long as the rising sun turned into the setting sun, the colorful world of the earth would be taken back again.

At that time, part of the Xiongnu army will also be recovered.

As long as the Xiongnu's follow-up troops are eliminated or defeated, and then the troops are concentrated to capture Qinglong City, the Xiongnu's plan to go south will become empty talk.

By then, the war will be over.

What will you do after this is over? Wen Zijun no longer wants to be a general, he just wants to enjoy a good life.

No, there are still some things that need to be resolved. Countless people's faces flashed through Wen Zijun's mind, either familiar or unfamiliar, righteous or evil.

As the sun gradually turns to the west, Wen Zijun and his 20,000 personal guards are all fully equipped, waiting for an order. Wen Zijun has already arranged his manpower, and a thousand people are guarding the gap of Daihai Lake, ready for action at any time.

After hearing the order, they pulled back the giant trees and let the lake water pour down. The remaining soldiers lurked on the high ground on both sides of Zangyue Valley, waiting for the flood to wash away, and then attacked and killed the fish that escaped the flood.

Wen Zijun and 10,000 soldiers were hiding under the banks of the Dahei River. From there, you could see the trail in the Zangyue Valley. The place where the trail disappeared was where the Xiongnu troops were about to appear. The other 9,000 soldiers were hiding on the opposite side.

On a hilltop, the terrain is steep and full of rocks. There is no need to worry about being washed away by floods.

They were all hiding near the south entrance of Zangyue Valley. The leading troops of the Xiongnu had to be let through. Only when they were sure that the main force of the Huns had penetrated deeply into the Zangyue Valley could they release water.

Everything seemed so silent, except for the occasional unknown bird song and the faint sound of water. But who would have thought that there was infinite murderous intent hidden in this silent valley?

The eight members of the Dragon Team have returned to the team. They are responsible for the north entrance of Zangyue Valley. The Phoenix Team is responsible for the south entrance and will return to the team soon.

Long Yi reported to Wen Zijun that about 7,000 Xiongnu advance troops had entered the north entrance. After a while, Wen Zijun heard the sound of birds flapping their wings, and then the sound of horse hooves.

All the Huns cavalry appeared in front of Wen Zijun. The Huns at the front looked familiar. He quickly remembered that that man had gone to court with the Huns envoys and was one of the eight Huns cavalry. However, at that time, this man

Before he even went on stage, Wen Zijun looked familiar, but he didn't know his name. Judging from his appearance, he should be a captain of ten thousand men.

The Huns' cavalry had just appeared, and the people from the Feng team had returned. But Feng Yi brought a piece of news to Wen Zijun that was like a bolt from the blue: a group of about 5,000 Han troops were rushing in from the south entrance towards the Zangyue Valley!

"What?!" Wen Zijun almost jumped up from his hiding place. He lowered his voice and asked Feng Yi: "Where is the Han army?"

Feng Yi also whispered in Wen Zijun's ear and replied: "I don't know. They don't look like they are our people, nor are they from Dingbeihou's army." Seeing Wen Zijun thinking, she suddenly said: "Yes.

There is a young man among them, wearing a jade crown and a yellow shirt, who looks like the prince of the current dynasty."

"What?! Prince?" Wen Zijun was feeling a little crazy now, "Are you sure?"

Feng Yi said a little bit: "I received news from Dingbeihou this morning, saying that the prince left the palace and may have arrived in Tianzhen. He asked us to pay more attention to protect the prince's safety. I thought this news had nothing to do with our sneak attack on the Xiongnu troops.

As for the relationship, we can wait until we have a sneak attack on the Xiongnu before we report it. In addition, the young master has been on Daihai Lake, so there is no time to report the news to the young master."

Wen Zijun was about to speak. At this moment, an urgent sound of horse hooves came from outside the south entrance, and it got closer and closer, and the sound became louder and louder.

With such a loud noise, the leading troops of the Huns naturally noticed something unusual. The captain raised his sword in his left hand, and all the cavalry immediately stopped advancing.

Soon, a group of Han cavalry was seen rushing in from the south entrance, and the leader was the prince of the dynasty! Wen Zijun had seen a young man with a strong scholarly air.

When he was seventeen or eighty feet away from the Xiongnu cavalry, the prince reined in his horse, and the Han army behind him also stopped advancing.

The two armies actually faced off in Zangyue Valley!

This is what Wen Zijun is extremely unwilling to see. The plan is not as fast as the change. Wen Zijun had calculated everything, but he never expected that the prince would appear in Zangyue Valley with a group of troops, and he would just meet the Xiongnu's vanguard.

!

The captain drew his sword, and the cavalry behind him also drew their swords.

When the prince saw the Hun cavalry opposite, his face couldn't help but change. He turned around and said to the well-dressed man next to him: "Bi Jingbei, didn't you say that there were three thousand Hun soldiers passing through Zangyue Valley carrying grain? Why?

But they became seven thousand cavalry?"

Bi Jingbei was the prince Xima who left the palace with the prince. He replied with an innocent face: "Back to the prince, I am young. The information I found out at that time was indeed that there were three thousand Huns soldiers transporting grain. Who would have thought that only now?"

We found out that that guy had lied to us."

The prince shook the reins in his hands and said angrily: "Alas! I got killed by you this time. I thought I could achieve military success here and be rewarded by my father. Who knows... what should I do now?

"In the East Palace, he was familiar with the classics and history, and there were hundreds of schools of thought. He might be able to talk about war on paper, but when he actually encountered this kind of battle, he was a little helpless.

After hearing the prince's inquiry, Bi Jingbei suddenly straightened his waist and said with a straight face: "Of course, charge forward! The Huns invaded my territory, captured, burned and killed my people. Such wolf-hearted men want to peel off their skins and drink their flesh.

Drink its blood!"

After hearing this, the prince felt that it was very reasonable, but he said a little embarrassed: "We only have 5,000 people, and the other party has 7,000 people. How can we have any chance of winning?"

Bi Jingbei responded: "Prince Mingjian, our five thousand people are the elite soldiers of Tianzhen, but the other side's seven thousand people are just superficial..."

Is that really the case?

As if to prove what Bi Jingbei said, the man on the opposite side waved his sword, roared, and took the lead in riding his horse to attack the prince. The Huns cavalry behind them also waved their swords and followed closely.

The prince is here to kill you.

When Bi Jingbei saw this, he shouted: "Protect the prince!" But he took the lead in pulling his horse back.

The 5,000 Han cavalrymen did not need to shout at Bi Jingbei. They had already allocated some troops to protect the prince. The rest of the soldiers also immediately raised their weapons and waited for the Huns cavalry to attack.

A distance of more than ten feet, they arrived in an instant under the galloping horse.

"kill!"

"kill!"

The two sides rang almost at the same time. Immediately, the two armies were fighting together.

The Han army in Tianzhen can indeed be regarded as elite troops. Although they are not as elite as Wen Zijun's personal guards, they are troops stationed on the border after all, and they do not dare to be lazy at all in their usual training.

But the Huns' cavalry was not just an empty show. They were no less powerful than their opponents. They were as fierce as wolves and tigers.

As soon as the two armies came into contact, some soldiers fell to the ground. Blood instantly dyed the soil under their feet red.

Seeing this situation, Nangong Qi asked Wen Zijun, who was frowning: "General, what should we do now?"