The Heaven of Eternal Life (Five)

Braving the fierce artillery fire of the Northern Army, the brigade of Mongolian cavalry rushed out of Helin City. There were few artillery left on the city wall to the east. If this continues, it will not take long for the Northern Army to approach the city gate.

The sound of artillery stopped abruptly, and the cavalry after leaving the city gate quickly dispersed. Artillery was not the best choice to deal with this overly scattered cavalry formation. The battlefield where the smoke slowly dispersed instantly returned to tranquility. The bright sunshine at midday in autumn shone on the green stone walls of Beihelin City. The white snow on the grass in the distance was dazzling, and a large area of ​​snow reflected to the sky, embedding a circle of lilac on the lingering white clouds floating in the blue sky.

The artillery of both sides stopped firing. On the open grass between the scattered Mongolian cavalry and the neat Zhenbei Army positions, there were craters of large and small, and the embers of the dead grass were emitting wisps of blue smoke. As the autumn wind passed, it made a gentle and crisp sound like the herd flute in the south of the Yangtze River, slowly drifting out of the sky. Under the blue sky, accompanied by the rhythm of the herd flute, the two teams slowly approached and crossed death in a quiet state.

There is a boundary line between life and death, which invisibly lie between the two sides. Crossing this line, you don’t know what you will face. At such a long distance, who is the opponent, whether he is young, handsome or old and kind; bathed in the same sunshine, whether those eyes are the same unworldly or have experienced vicissitudes, everything is unknown, but no one can hide the desire to reveal the answer in his heart. Because this distance will eventually be completed, and the ending will eventually be faced. Even if you know that the opposite side is a black muzzle and a blood-dropping saber, you still cannot resist the arrival of this ending. At this moment, the sky light and cloud shadows, the quiet and lonely moment, leave a deep impression on both sides of the war, which cannot be told and must never be forgotten.

A flag was waving twice in the Zhenbei Army. A shell flew over the head of the Mongolian cavalry, which scared the cavalry and lowered their bodies desperately. The horses under their seats sniffed uneasily and took a stiff pace under the command of their masters. The soldiers scattered even further, contacting each other through gestures to maintain a discontinuous dotted line. Only by dispersing can they have the opportunity to reach the target alive. Before approaching the cavalry's sprint distance, the only thing they could do was face everything calmly.

The second and third ones, shells whistled past, and flew over the cavalry's heads rhythmically. The bombs exploded like bunches of fireworks. Although the afternoon sun was strong, shrapnel with flames were still as colorful as falling cherry blossoms. The cavalry gathered their concentration, and every whistle came, and there was a rhythmic pause, bowing their bodies on the horse's back, and then restoring them, as neatly as dances. Occasionally, someone was hit by shrapnel, and their bodies swayed on the horse's back and fell silently. The second wave of cavalry, twenty meters away from behind, lifted the reins, urging the horse to fill the gap in front of the death to keep the formation intact. Other comrades continued to move forward expressionlessly. No matter who fell down around them, as long as the one who fell was not himself, they had to continue moving forward. This is the fate of the cavalry.

Near, close, the Mongolian centurion Bao Riaola, with a wide body, pressed her head tightly against the horse's neck. Human sweat and horse's sweat slid down from the horse's body, and the ear that was far away from the horse's neck stood upright, waiting for the horn of charge. His hand tightly held the hilt of the knife that had been pulled out of the scabbard, and the blue veins on the back of his hand were horizontal, revealing its black hairy skin, and thrust. Suddenly, the hand shook for a moment, then his legs were tightly clamped against the ribs of the war horse. The war horse, which was stinged by the spurs, roared and rushed towards the team blocking the front like lightning.

The soldiers of Zhenbei Army on the opposite side also moved. The new long-range volleyball fired a volley, and countless war horses disappeared into the smoke. The Mongolian cavalry crossed the line of death rushed over like a surge, and shouted desperately. The soldiers of Zhenbei Army squatting in the first row calmly pulled the trigger of the musket, watching the enemy getting closer and closer, blooming with bright red blood flowers, slowly expanding. Seeing the owner of the blood flowers falling from the horse's back, his strong arms stretching towards the distant and mysterious blue sky.

Live in the world forever, and life is like autumn leaves flying in the wind.

The soldiers of the Zhenbei Army in the first row retreated calmly, and the soldiers of the second row shot bullets in the same posture. The soldiers of the second row retreated calmly, followed by the third row. They sang joyful songs in dense platoons and harvested the lives of the enemy. However, the opponents approached death with the same calmness, sprinted, fell, sprinted, and fell down. They were like martial arts crows with makeup, crossed the stage of life with somersaults, and reincarnated from behind the stage, wearing the same outfit and turning out again. In the same posture and the same figure, death was just turning to the backstage, and the sound of gunfire was like the drum beats of the music squad.

The Mongolian cavalry finally crossed the distance of the guns and fired, and all the soldiers of the Northern Army retreated to the chariots. The front vans set up baffles to form an insurmountable iron wall. On the iron wall, the steel spears flashing with cold light reflected the majestic body of the Mongolian cavalry. Behind the baffles, the chariot soldiers pressed the body of the car with their shoulders, and the grenades lit the grenades, threw them out one by one, forming a death barrier in front of the car. The spearmen put a three-meter-long comrades on the shoulders of their comrades. Once the chariot is broken, it is their mission to rush up to block the gap.

The attack did not last long, and the positional battle with the Zhenbei Army armed to the teeth was not suspense at all. Chang Mao put down the telescope in his hand, sighed and nodded, and ordered the soldiers to ignite the fireworks that were attacking into the sky. On both wings, Li Yao and Mei Yi each led a team of cavalry to fight out, rolling them behind the Mongolian cavalry. Where the iron hooves passed, blood flowed into a river. The horn bows of the Mongolian cavalry caused very low damage to the Zhenbei soldiers, while the three-eyed muskets of the Zhenbei Army were their eternal nightmare. No one could go back alive, approaching means rushing towards death. Mongolian warriors kept falling down, and there were still living Mongolian warriors rushing up, decisively like moths to the flames...

The chilly autumn wind blew away the smoke of gunpowder on the battlefield, and the Zhenbei cavalry dispersed into a team of scattered into a team of survivors hiding in the middle of the corpse. Fifty meters near the chariot, a "corpse" suddenly moved. The cavalry rushed over vigilantly, ready to make up for his last blow. The "corpse" struggled to stand up, and blood gushed from the wounds of all sizes on his body. It was the centurion Baori Aola. His right arm had disappeared, and the remaining fingers in his left hand walked mechanically to the finish line with a saber.

The body of a horse tripped him, and his body that had lost his feelings rolled in a pool of blood. He struggled to get up and continue moving forward. The body of a comrade tripped him again, and this time he fell harder. When people thought he would not get up again, he straightened his body again, and he was stubborn and straightened his body, one deep and one shallow on the blood-soaked mud. Why should we move forward? What we should do after moving forward is no longer important. He only knows to move forward and walk forward, and the blood like spring water draws a trace of life behind him.

The blue sky, the golden sunshine, the white snow, the green hills in the distance, and the baked wild grass emits the fragrance of milk tea on the battlefield. This bright scenery seems familiar, Baori Aola tries to recall all the wonderful times in his life. Yes, it was this spring when my sheep gave birth to a nest of lambs. She is really good at rushing, but she gave birth to cubs when the new grass is not born and the stored winter grass is exhausted.

Siqin was soft-hearted and refused to abandon the ewes and the lambs, so she forced me to come out to find grass for the sheep. The snow in early spring was so bright that I found a large nest of freeze-dried breast grass under the snow last autumn. It was so fat that it was so fat that it couldn't be cut. I went back that day, and the ewe looked at me with a gentle look, which made me feel warm. Siqin cooked a large pot of milk tea for me outside the felt bag, which was so fragrant, just as fragrant as her body.

Siqin, you are waiting for me, I will be back soon. We are grazing sheep and singing together under the blue sky.

"It's a man, please send him on the road." Xu Zengshou gave a message to the soldiers of Zhenbei Army who didn't know whether to capture the opponent alive or destroy the opponent. Several soldiers closed their eyes and pulled the trigger. Baori Aola's body suddenly shook, and he paused softly. Within such a close distance, Xu Zengshou could see his lips moving clearly. It was a Mongolian saying, not a shout or a curse. The word that soldiers who knew simple Mongolian words vaguely heard was: "Thank you..."

There was another battle in which the smoke of gunpowder was in sight at this time. The strength of the two sides was as great as that outside the city.

"Mr. Li, I ask you again, will you be willing to surrender to the Dayuan?" Tuogustimuer roared at Li Shanping's low voice in the wheelchair. Li Shanping, since he came to Beihelin, would eat him and drink him. He would keep a look at his gorgeous tent and he would not refuse his hand in the big gold and silver, but he just refused to cooperate. Whether facing the steel knife whip or the gold and silver beauty, he always smiled with the same smile, full of confidence and pride, making people wonder who was the captive of whom.

"Khan, I think you should surrender to the Ming Dynasty. Anyway, you have already called me once, so why bother this second time?" Li Shanping was as tempted as a child in a private school.

Tuogusi Temur was so angry that smoke was coming out of his nostrils. This dialogue was repeated many times. From the first time he met Li Shanping, to every celebration banquet held for the frontline soldiers, both sides kept repeating the same topic. Tuogusi Temur asked himself about his knowledge, and there were also many masters who were proficient in Sinology. In front of Li Shanping, he could not speak any powerful words of persuasion. Instead, this person was sitting in a wheelchair.

The scholars always talked endlessly about the heroes in history, citing famous quotes from classics, refuting everyone speechlessly. Later, when they heard that Tuogusi Temur persuaded Li Shanping to surrender, all the irrelevant ministers hid outside the tent on excuses, so as not to suffer losses and vent their anger on their heads. In their opinion, their emperor was definitely asking for trouble. If the scholar was willing to surrender, he would have surrendered long ago when he was not famous, so why wait until now?

"It has been almost half a year since Mr. Shu came to the north. It is really a pleasure to talk about poetry and lyrics with him these days. I admire his knowledge very much, but I am so shameless in his eyes that he actually signed this alliance under the city." Before the last moment, Tuogus Temur would definitely not be willing to attack Li Shanping. He usually didn't even want to touch Li Shanping with his subordinates. He admired the character of this scholar and the wisdom and calmness brought by his full study. In contrast, although Han ministers such as Wang Zhongyi could share his worries, the servility and the feeling that the scholar in front of him gave people was as clear as mud and white snow.

"The Khan has been the prince of the Ming Dynasty for two years. Don't you know that the Ming Dynasty not only does not punish the followers but also gives preferential treatment to those who are in favor? Besides, the Khan is just forced by the situation, how can he be said to be shameless?"

"A good sentence is forced by the situation. Mr. Li, and at that time, the teacher was forced by the situation, why didn't he submit to me?"

"Li was robbed back by Khan using sneak attacks, of course he was dissatisfied. If the two armies were captured by real swords and guns, maybe Li would have surrendered, but if they were really in front of the two armies, Khan might not have this opportunity." Li Shanping knew what Tuogusi Temur was planning. He had already been determined to die. It would be best to be anger the other party and kill him as soon as possible, with the lowest negative impact. If not, it would probably be a disaster. Those who gave Tuogusi Temur'er would not want the blood on this grassland forever.

Suppressing the anger in his heart, Tugustemuer asked again unwillingly, "Sir, really refuse to surrender to me. For half a year, I have treated you very much and never treated you badly. Although you don't admit it, I am an emperor after all. According to your Han standards, you can be regarded as a wise and polite person. Are you not moved at all?"

Li Shan smiled lightly, with some praise in his eyes. "Khan, Li really admires Dahan's knowledge and this persistence. If you are not Dahan of the Mongolians, we can actually be good friends. Today, you and I are about to part. Li also wants to ask Dahan for a word, please tell him honestly."

"Talk", Tugusi Temur'er felt ecstatic when he saw Li Shanping's attitude suddenly softening. If this person was willing to surrender, he could give up Beihelin tonight. The grassland was very large and he exchanged land for time. A few years later, with this person's talent and the high-quality firearm he built, Tugusi Temur'er would definitely be confident of making a comeback.

"There are many well-educated people in the Khan's tent. Why do you have to ask me, a disabled person, to humiliate the family?" Li Shanping patted his disabled legs, and his tone was full of regrets.

"I need the teacher's talent and knowledge, and I value the teacher's character more." He blurted out his words of praise despite having surrendered ministers like Wang Zhongyi around him.

Li Shanping smiled again, his smile as warm as the sun. "Have you ever thought that if Li surrendered you, he would be just a dog with a broken back like them, and there would be no such thing as Da Sweet's mouth."

When Tuogusi Temur was asked, his face turned pale. Wang Zhongyi frowned and walked up to Tuogusi Temur and said, "Sweat, Ma Chao turned against Xiliang back then..."

"You go ahead and I will ask you when I need you."! Tuogusi Temur interrupted him rudely. What Wang Zhongyi wanted to say, he knew that most of the Zhenbei Army were from Peking, and many officers were from the village of the soft and strong, and had a deep relationship with Li Shanping. Although using this person to threaten the Zhenbei Army to retreat was not a clever trick, it can definitely disrupt the morale of the other party. As long as Li Shanping is guaranteed to be immortal, Zhenbei Army will be afraid of being attacked, and he must pay a very high price to break through Helin. He and the ministers have enough time to escape, and there is no need to worry about the pursuit behind him. He is not in a good way to fight. If he is about the experience of escaping, no one in the grassland is richer than Tuogusi Temur.

"So, sir, don't blame me for not caring about my talent." Tuogusi Timuer's eyes were full of prayers.

"Meng Dahan has been taking care of him for so long, and it's time for Li to leave. Let's leave." Li Shanping hugged Tuogustimuer in a casual manner, grabbed the long tassel horizontally on his knee with his right hand, turned the wheelchair with his left hand, and walked out of the tent without looking back.

The door of the tent was pushed open, and a Mongolian military general from Beihelin rushed in without notice and knelt in front of Tugusi Temur and reported angrily: "Long live, the Han prince named Liu and his general wanted to slip away from the west gate, but was discovered by the soldiers guarding the city. Both sides fought and their subordinates had taken them all. Please live and leave."

"What are the rewards for these unfamiliar wolf cubs? They have all been chopped off by me." Tuogusi Temur was so angry that he had nowhere to vent his anger, and he cursed.

"Long live, he is the true story of China. If we kill him, we will be short of internal support when we enter the Central Plains in the future. Please consider your Majesty." The mature and polite civil officials quickly put some advice from the side.

"The subordinates found this on them." The general carefully took out a scroll of paper from his arms and presented it to Tuogusi Temur.

After the paper roll was unfolded, there was a map with a small path through the desert leading to Nanhelin. There were three caves of cunning rabbits. It seemed that these Han people had prepared a way out for themselves. Didn’t this conscience-free bastard, wouldn’t he provoke it from it? Is it so big a mistake? Tugustimuer became more and more angry and shouted: “What kind of orthodox, the Han people can be said to be Chinese orthodox when they find a sheep-herding baby. Who knows what kind of guy is? He dragged all of them to the top of the city and chopped them in front of the Zhenbei Army.”

"Yes", the Mongolian military general cheered and happily took the order and left.

"Your Majesty, this will make the people who are surrendered from heaven feel sad!" Wang Zhongyi's death and fox was sad. Looking at the face of Tuogusi Timuer, he pleaded with love carefully.

An indescribable disgust surged in Tuogustimuer's stomach, and pointed at his nose and cursed: "This guy is not a good thing. Who knows that one day he will betray me. Come and drag it to the top of the city and chop it up."

"Long live my loyalty to Dayuan, the sun and the moon can be seen." Wang Zhongyi cried and was dragged out like a dead dog in the warrior who rushed into the tent.
Chapter completed!