Warrior in Turbulent Han Dynasty

The yellow dust that filled the air was like thick smoke and dark clouds. The scorching sun in the sky was shrouded in a layer of haze, and the halo was hazy.

Standing on the tall chariot, Guo Shao saw the chaos on the battlefield. The cheers after the victory have ceased, leaving behind a mottled scene, overturned and broken vehicles, wooden wheels lying in the weeds, blood-stained battle flags inserted among the corpses, and the worst thing is the corpses everywhere, the wounded soldiers moaning in pain...

Guo Shao suddenly remembered a sentence, looked back at the people nearby and said softly: "The most tragic thing in the world other than defeat is victory."

Listen, there is a faint singing sound coming from the wilderness... The singing sound gradually rises, and more and more soldiers sing along. Guo Shao listened carefully and understood the lyrics.

"Is it called Wuyi? I have the same robe as my son. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear and spear. I have the same hatred as my son. Did I say no clothes? I have the same lust as my son. The king Yu Xingshi repaired my spear and halberd. I worked together with my son..."

Qin Yin in the Book of Songs has a tragic and desolate melody. From the iron and blood, from the wind-stained soldiers who sang this voice, Guo Shao was immediately moved by the atmosphere of the same hatred and hatred. "Hey!" Guo Shao slapped heavily on the wooden railing that the general of the Yang family used to support to direct the battle, and the complex emotions of heroism and sadness in his heart were like enlightenment.

Wang Pu said: "Your Majesty loves soldiers like sons. Your Majesty's ambition is the common ambition of all sons and daughters. Your Majesty's heart for the well-being of the world is the heart of the hundred thousand soldiers of the Imperial Army."

Zuo You heard Guo Shao talk about dreams, and said: "One person's dream is the dream of all people in the world!"

The nearby soldiers had already spotted the emperor standing on the chariot, and they all looked sideways.

"Hey!" Guo Shao slapped the railing again.

The wind in the west has not stopped, and the smoke and dust permeating the vast wilderness seem to be thinned out. In the sky, a round of delicate and scorching sun hangs in the blue sky, the world is extremely bright, and the brilliance shines on the earth.

At this moment, a rough and vast scene is in front of you! Guo Shao seems to be living in the barren era of opening up the territory. He stands on a high place, and all the clansmen are looking at him. Where is the whole clan going? He felt that he had to lead all the clansmen to march towards the eastern sun, chasing a bright future like Kuafu without dying.

Yes, Guo Shao does not belong to this era, but he belongs to this tribe, where he found his home, destiny and destiny.

This civilization is different from other places. From ancient times to the present, there is basically no single supreme god; but it is not without gods, there are many gods, and those gods come from people who "stand on the mountains" and raise their arms for the world. At that time, the Yellow Emperor led a tribe, swept the entire Yellow River Basin with stones and wooden sticks, and then expanded to the Yangtze River Basin, igniting the fire of civilization. When Dayu was in crisis, he went through the house three times without entering. He led his people to control the flood and defend the weak fire with simple tools. All people have become gods, and the heroic souls living in the hearts of billions of creatures are immortal! Going into the Chenghuang Temple again, almost all the gods were once some people, but they were enshrined in the temple.

At this moment, the young blood is rushing in Guo Shao's body, even if the flood floods him, he still wants to let the world hear the cry here. Standing on a tall station car, he raised his arms and said loudly: "The leader of the tribe is to burn himself and illuminate the whole world!"

He left the battlefield and arranged for the generals and officials to finish the battlefield. Then build a temporary camp and convene all the ministers to discuss matters.

Hundreds of wounded soldiers were recruited by a team of professional doctors to treat their wounds, and they were recruited to take care of them; the dead would be embalmed with lime, and the corpses would be transported back to Kaifeng Prefecture... Guo Shao asked the ministers, and after understanding the concept of the world, he gave up the military funeral modeled after modern society, because everyone didn’t care about it at all. What they care about is that they become lonely ghosts, and no one pays homage to the burning paper.

Therefore, Guo Shao ordered the soldiers of the imperial army who were killed in battle to be transported back to their hometowns for burial, and a temple was set up in the capital to offer sacrifices every year; This is what people need.

Under the planning of Wang Pu, the chief of staff of the military government, the former army stationed in place for two days, waiting for the follow-up army to come out of the mountain, and then gathered troops to march towards Jinyang;

Two days later, all the 30,000 troops entered the open area of ​​the Northern Han Dynasty, and Guo Shao ordered to set off!

"Jinyang!" A loud shout sounded from the large tent of the Chinese army, and the mighty armored infantry rushed out of the camp. Da Zhou's ambitions and goals are not hidden, and the dream of the empire is screaming crazily.

The sound of horseshoes and footsteps clamored in the open ground, and the military flag like a cloud fluttered in the strong wind. The sound of the rumbling drums is like thunder shaking the sky. The martial artist used a millennium of blowing to stimulate the horse. The melody is completely different from the beautiful tunes heard in the Diaolouhuadong.

The drums roared, and tens of thousands of soldiers sang in unison amidst the music. "Warriors of the Great Zhou Dynasty, restore our lands and rivers. Blood will not be shed, death will not cease..."

The emperor in iron armor rode out from the gate of the camp on a tall black horse, and even the old civil servant Wang Pu also rode a horse, no longer pretending to be elegant, with a murderous look on his face. Behind them, tall and powerful soldiers marched out like a flood, and the tiger on the military flag glared at the mountains and rivers, as if roaring in anger.

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In Jinyang, remnants of defeated generals were constantly being let in through the city gates, and the defeated battles on the front lines could not be stopped. Zhao Kuangyin stood at the intersection of the street on horseback, looking at the scene and was speechless.

At this time, a strong wind was blowing, and on the tall and simple Jinyang city tower, the leaves and grass were flying in mid-air, creating a precarious scene. It seems that such a majestic city is crumbling in the strong wind.

Although Zhao Kuangyin only had the military power of a few hundred soldiers, the official title he was conferred also belonged to the imperial army of the Northern Han Dynasty. He also knew a lot of people. At this time, he already knew the process of the great war that just passed... That's why he was speechless.

Judging from the deployment in the early stage of the battle and the grasp of the fighter opportunity, Yang Ye is undoubtedly a rare good general, and he has all the advantages. However, there is always only one outcome of a war, win or lose, simple and straightforward.

"The Forbidden Army of the Great Zhou Dynasty is too strong!" Zhao Kuangyin said.

Shi Shouxin and the others beside him were also from the generals of the Zhou Army's Forbidden Army, so they agreed. Li Jixun said again: "Among all the countries, the Northern Han army is also very strong, but the territory is small and the number of people is small; this time, it is a bit surprising that it has fought more and hit less."

Zhao Kuangyin had mixed feelings in his heart, but his face was too dark, and there was no change in his complexion. The Forbidden Army that was developed in the Central Plains after a century of melee is very powerful, it originally belonged to us! He felt extremely uncomfortable. In this world, a single elite can do many things; let alone hundreds of thousands of people! Those people mean infinite possibilities, Zhao Kuangyin feels that he has lost too much, no matter how broad-minded he is, he can't let go.

He was sullen and turned back home.

After some contemplation, Zhao Kuangyin said in a deep voice in the hall: "I'm afraid the Northern Han Dynasty will really end this time, sooner or later. The Liao army will hardly be able to save them."

The atmosphere immediately became heavy. Once the Northern Han Dynasty is over, they will also be finished, and it is obvious that old accounts will be liquidated.

"Is there any way to go now?" Li Jixun asked.

Zhao Kuangyin pondered for a moment, and said: "We have more than 300 riders left from Jinzhou (Battle of Ping Erli) is the only strength left. If we don't want it, there may be a way."

The generals fell silent for a moment, and no one said anything for a while. Now the surroundings of Jinyang are heavily guarded, and Jinyang City is under martial law; even if there are only a few people, it is very difficult to get out. With more than 300 people, if you want to leave in private with such a big commotion, it may be as difficult as climbing the sky.

However, if the only little capital is given up, the situation may be even worse. Now Zhao Kuangyin and others are no longer powerful and powerful in the past. They have no territory and no future. If they develop new manpower, who would want to follow them?

Li Jixun said: "Brother Zhao confirms that the Northern Han Kingdom cannot withstand this Zhou army's attack? Jinyang City is still very strong..."

Zhao Kuangyin didn't answer.

Li Jixun asked again: "Can you use friendship to find someone with military power to help and let us go?"

Zhao Kuangyin said with an ugly expression: "We have already served the Lord of the Northern Han Dynasty and received the salary of the Northern Han Dynasty. Now that the rumors are wrong and we blatantly demand to escape, how can we say it?"

"Oh!" Li Jixun frowned.

Zhao Kuangyin was also very blocked, his future was bleak, and he had had enough of this depression. He said angrily: "Instead of asking someone to let go, it is better to ask someone to recommend us to be appointed. It is too uncomfortable to sit and wait like this. Let's have a good time. It is a life-and-death battle and a final contest with Guo Shao! I want to try again, how strong he is!"

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