"I, is there a next time?"
Seeing the brutal fighting in front of him, Lan Yu, who was on the battlefield, felt a little dazed and recalled many past events in his mind.
A lifetime of swordsmanship, from following his brother-in-law Chang Yuchun to rob in Hezhou when he was young, to starting out in the army. Later, he gained the appreciation of the emperor and the trust of the prince.
Then later, he was almost executed by his father, then later, and now.
All kinds of things pass by like clouds, and a person's life seems long, but in fact it seems to fly very fast.
"Handsome"
"Commander!"
Someone called twice in succession. Lan Yu woke up from the past and took a deep breath of cold air smelling of blood. "What are you calling?"
"Three sides have gone up! Just now the Tatars wanted to let their horses down and charge at us, but they were blocked. What should we do next? You have to tell me!"
After hearing this, Lan Yu frowned and said, "You're already fucking in, how can you come out?" After saying that, he shouted loudly and waved his hand, "Come in with me and beat the hell out of them!"
"Kill!" The first website
The last reserve force followed Lan Yu and rushed in along the route that the vanguard had climbed.
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Covered in ice and snow, the short Maoer Mountain turned into blood.
Whoops! Whoops!
Fu Rang sat down on a human stool made up of several corpses of soldiers from the Northern Yuan Dynasty. He gasped for air. White mist came out of his mouth and nose, melting the frost on the iron helmet, and red water kept falling down.
Poof, Anyuan Hou Wang Bi also sat down next to him, threw the knife in his hand to the ground, and cursed, "I'm so damn tired!"
Fu Rang nodded. Beside him were the Yulin Guards and martial arts students who came with him to practice. They were sitting carelessly in the snow full of blood.
The Yulin Guards are all sons of nobles. Unlike those nobles who held great power in the imperial army, almost all of their fathers died in battle in the early years of the founding of the People's Republic of China. The old emperor, thinking of their father's merits, allowed them to join the army.
The palace is the residence guard.
There are also the martial arts students. These students are not veterans selected from the border, but scholars who have no hope of passing the imperial examination and are able to read and write.
At this time, these young people were sitting in a group. You looked at the wounds on my body, and I looked at the blood stains on your body. There was a smile in their eyes.
"Cao!" Suddenly, Wang De waved his hand and punched Fu Rang.
Fu Rang looked at him and bumped his shoulder to the side. The brother of the Yulin Guard next to him fell into the snow with a squeak.
Not annoyed, he stood up with a smile and slapped the brother behind him on the head, "What a fool!"
"It's just a joke!" The brother who was beaten laughed and scolded, and also gave the others a slap.
"Hahaha!" The young generals laughed in unison, staggering around as if they had heard the funniest joke in the world.
Fu Rang almost burst into tears when he laughed, and it gradually seemed to be contagious. There were tears in the eyes of all these young people.
They cried!
Because among the corpses on the ground, there were their partners.
They stayed together as guards in the palace, and studied martial arts together. When they left the capital, they were in high spirits, imagining that their man would soon gain fame. They walked hand in hand in the wind and snow in the north, and slept together.
But now, they are still alive. But those friends died in the battle. Some of them even couldn't even piece together their complete corpses.
And when their enthusiasm for the charge faded away, a kind of panic slowly filled their hearts. This was the battlefield they were thinking about, to prove themselves and gain fame and fortune.
Fighting is not as easy as their fathers said. Killing is not as easy as they think.
"Everyone is howling like a bird!"
At this time, there was a sudden loud shout, which frightened everyone.
Fu Rang quickly stood up and saluted, "Shuai Lan!"
"Shuai Lan!" everyone shouted in unison.
Lan Yu walked up to them, his eyes full of dissatisfaction as if he hated iron. Behind him were several warriors, looking at these meritorious soldiers with some mockery.
"How old! How old are you?" Lan Yu spoke up, roaring at Fu Rang and others as if he were scolding his son, "Here you are hiding your tears! Are you actors? Are you women? You are children.
ah?"
Everyone bowed their heads and remained silent.
Lan Yu glanced at them and continued to speak, "You gentlemen, if you bleed but don't shed tears, you're crying like this. If you don't know, I'd think you're dead!" As he said that, he looked at the people behind Fu Rang.
Yu Linwei said in a softer tone, "I forgot that your father died in the battle long ago."
"I know why you are howling. Children born in wealthy villages are soft-hearted!" Lan Yu continued, "But if you want to cry, go home and lie down in bed and cry. This place is not the place for you to cry!"
"If you have enough time to shed tears, how about you go over there and dig out the brothers who died in the battle? Move them to a warm place, wipe their faces and wipe the blood, and make them clean!"
"If you have the time to feel guilty, go and stab those Tartars who are still alive. Wouldn't that be more relieving!" At this point, he glanced at everyone again and said, "Beat them!"
"It's the last general who didn't think it through well!" Fu Rang said, cupping his fists, "Commander, don't blame me!"
He knew that Lan Yu seemed to be unreasonable, but in fact he taught them all the time. It was just that the way he taught was iron-blooded, but this was a battlefield, and iron-blooded was always the way to go.
The battlefield does not allow the winner to act like a little daughter, nor does it allow the loser to grieve. In the end, there are only two outcomes, life or death.
"Remember, if you want to be rich and prosperous, have a wife and a son, and leave a name in history, just learn how to crawl out from the dead, and then eat and drink as you should!" Lan Yu scolded again.
At this moment, the warrior who had gored the cow to death was covered in blood and walked over, covering the wound on his arm.
"Commander, let's make it clear!" the bull said. "There are seven thousand Tatars on the mountain. We will kill three thousand, and the rest will be defeated. We have captured four of them who were injured."
There are more than a thousand prisoners, and we haven’t even counted the horses and weapons!”
"Ha!" Lan Yu sneered, "If you can't beat me, surrender. That's considered acknowledging current affairs!"
As he said this, he looked at the young generals who had just been baptized in front of him and said, "The Tatars are brave, but they fall down if they can't be defeated. Do you know why?"
Everyone was speechless, Lan Yu patted her chest and continued, "Because they have no country, they only have masters and no country! They fight to grab things, we fight for the land behind us and the prestige of the Ming Dynasty. They shed blood for their masters,
Let’s bleed Ming Dynasty!”
At this point, he grinned again and said, "It will be easier if we surrender, but I don't have enough food to feed them!"
"Hehe!" Several warriors behind him laughed bloodthirstyly.
"Do you know what to do?" Lan Yu asked sideways.
Niuhan smiled and said, "I know, I have done this with you so many times with the commander. Take him as far away as possible and kill him with one knife!"
"Well!" Lan Yu nodded, "Go and don't make too much noise! Then, you can send someone to deliver a message to King Zhu Laoyan, telling him not to be afraid, Lan Yu is here!"
As he spoke, he laughed himself.
"Hey!" Niu Shiniu agreed, but just when he was about to turn around and leave, Lan Yu suddenly stopped him.
"You don't have to go!"
Lan Yu's eyes fell on Fu Rang and others, she stretched out her hand and said, "You go!"
"The last general?" Fu Rang and others looked at each other and said in shock, "But he wants to kill."
"Ah! What? You don't dare?" Lan Yu glared again, "Can't you do it? Damn it, I'm giving you a chance to avenge your brothers, but you don't even dare to go? That's the end of it!"
As he spoke, he shouted loudly, "Get the knives and roll them over to me to do it. If you don't finish cutting, you won't be allowed to eat!"
Fu Rang hesitated again and again, "Shuai Lan, it's not that the general and others don't dare, it's just that"
"Just what?"
"It's unlucky to kill prisoners!"
This chapter has been completed!