Therefore, if the enemy soldiers ran away, he would not pursue them. If they did not escape, he would not execute them on the spot and take them back with their arms tied. I wonder if he could live for hundreds of years.
How sad and angry would it be to witness the Nazis taking prisoners captive without any reason?
Before he could take a breath, Zuo Nan came forward again with red eyes. But poor General Zuo, how could he be Zhao Changyuan's opponent? Within a few rounds, he was caught in his arm and thrown more than ten feet away. Good.
The thick snow prevented him from being thrown to death, but he was lying face down in the snow, eating a lot of ice and slag from his nose, and was even embarrassed. He staggered and tried to get up, but was tied up by the Song army.
He was so strong that he was thrown into the pile of prisoners.
After the Liao generals were killed and captured, the Song army's morale increased, and they turned around and attacked Yeluqi's troops again.
Among the military forces of the Song Dynasty, the heavy armored infantry is definitely the most famous part. Whether it is in the novel Yang Family General or in the biography of Yue Fei, the infantry can be arranged in various formations, is extremely lethal, and is fully armored.
The team is the heavy armored army.
Ge Xiaoqing was only eighteen years old. He was unknown at the beginning and was just a low-level infantryman. From the day he taught Zhao Changyuan how to learn the nunchucks, his amazing martial arts knowledge and combat effectiveness came into Zhao Changyuan's eyes. Qianli Ma also needed to meet Bole, didn't he?
This Ge Xiaoqing, within a few months, had already become the captain of the Zhaowu School, commanding a heavy armored infantry army.
Yelvqi's cavalry was severely beaten by the "Iron Wall" army at first and was already in dilapidated condition. However, the fighting power and fighting spirit of the Khitan people cannot be ignored. Especially at this time of desperation, from these round waists
The determination to fight to the death inspired by the strong-armed and iron-bone man is quite terrifying.
Ge Xiaoqing and Yeluqi were locked in a stalemate for a while, unable to take advantage of each other. Suddenly, they saw Zhao Changyuan's team winning a big victory not far away. He remembered that Zhao Changyuan had told him not to lead troops to fight the enemy unless necessary. Since his mission has been
Once completed, the entire army immediately retreated to the rear.
Yeluqi was so furious at the moment that he couldn't even think about the current battle situation. He didn't even bother to fight, so he rode up to chase them.
Unknowingly, the soldiers around him fell one by one. When he reacted, reined in his horse and looked back, he found that his army was already dead, and those who were captured were captured. Standing in front of him was Zhao Changyuan's "iron army."
"Bi" Legion, behind him, Ge Xiaoqing is still ready.
"Surrender?" Zhao Changyuan touched the horse's mane and asked him calmly.
He snorted coldly and said something coldly through his teeth: "Humph, who do you think I, Yeluqi, am? Surrender? I have never seen these two words in my ancestors!" "But you are already desperate.
." Zhao Changyuan reminded him kindly. "Otherwise, you can just end it on your own."
He grinned: "Haha, stop talking nonsense. Are you afraid of me? If you have the courage, how about a fight to the death with me?" Zhao Changyuan sighed in his heart, and finally said helplessly: "Then please enlighten me."
Like now, when the enemy has only one general left, those who are still willing to accept a duel do so because they admire the opponent.
Yes, Zhao Changyuan admired this enemy silently in his heart. He admired his benevolence and righteousness in loving the people like his own son. If not, how could he have thought of using this to lure him into the game and lure him out of the defenders of Waqiao Pass?
Zhao Changyuan also has weaknesses. At this moment, the admiration in his heart puts him in a weak position. He also knows that in the face of enemies, neither sympathy nor admiration can be tolerated. How can the lovely world of emotions be like a torch that can be lit on fire?
Ignite, extinguish when you say it is extinguished?
The two outstanding generals, who were famous at that time, dismounted their horses, put aside their heavy burdens, and drew beautiful arcs in the ice and snow with their spears and knives. But between these graces, there was a cold despair hidden between them.
In this time, only one person can survive. Yeluqi tried his best with every move, but Zhao Changyuan forcefully withdrew the blade that was about to cut into the enemy's body every time.
In a blink of an eye, the enemy's weapon had already stabbed within three inches of his neck.
Ge Xiaoqing's roar failed to wake him up.
But a heart-piercing cry suddenly rang out from deep in his heart, which suddenly made him wake up: "Mr.
Zhao Changyuan dodged and escaped, but he was already broken into a cold sweat. He stabbed with his backhand almost subconsciously. The sword's light flashed in front of his eyes along with the blood. Yeluqi fell straight into the snow, and his whole body twitched.
Zhao Changyuan stood there in a daze, and heard the dying man on the ground uttering his last words in the world with difficulty from his throat: "Dan...Dan Ying'er..." It seemed to be the name of one of his wives and concubines.
The Song Army began to cheer happily, but Zhao Changyuan was not happy at all. The people on the ground gradually lost their vitality, but he stood there for a long time...only to find that the one lying on the ground was himself.
The gloomy mood was left behind until the moment I met Cao Rui.
As soon as the master and apprentice met, Cao Rui hugged him and burst into tears. Needless to say, he was excited about surviving the disaster. Back in Cangzhou City, Zhao Liang and Wan Jueqi had prepared a labor banquet for the army.
Cao Rui and Yang Jinzhong took the wind and washed away the dust.
When he woke up again, he was lying outside his home in Luoyang City. The Zhao Mansion was now filled with white curtains, white lanterns, and funeral arrangements. He was shocked. Could it be that something happened to his family?
He quickly got up and rushed into the door of the house... The first thing he saw was his father and mother who were shouting and crying.
Then came the sobbing Aunt Six and Uncle Six...
Then there are Tian Hai, Xiaomei, Huzi, Shitou...
Finally, there was Gong Yueyue kneeling in front of the coffin, burning paper, her thin shoulders trembling slightly in the smoke and fire.
"Dad, Mom, who's in trouble?" he asked his parents in a hurry. But the old couple turned a deaf ear to him, as if he didn't exist.
He thought his parents were too sad, so he went to Sixth Aunt to question her. Unexpectedly, she also ignored him...
Finally, he simply ran to Gong Yueyue's side, squatted down, and wanted to hold her hand. Unexpectedly... his hand actually passed through hers, and he only grabbed a handful of cold and empty air.
Just as he was about to reach out and touch her again, she said coldly to the coffin: "Ms. sir, why did you lie to me?" He felt uneasy: "Madam..."
As if she hadn't heard anything, she continued to talk to herself and asked: "You asked me to wait for you, why did I wait for the news of your death?"
It was as if someone poured cold water on him from head to toe: "I'm dead? I'm dead?" "I stayed here for you. Now that you are gone, what's the point of staying?" Her tone became more and more intense.
Leng, the expression on his face became more and more cold and ruthless. After saying that, he stood up.
His heart was burning with anxiety. He stretched out his hand to touch her several times, but he could only touch nothingness through her. "Madam... I am here, I am here... I am not leaving!" He almost shouted out.
, hoping to be heard by her.
But she was still unconscious and walked away on her own. He quickly caught up with her and kept calling in her ear: "Madam, where are you going? Look at me, I'm here!"
When she walked up to Zhao Xiong and his wife, she said somewhat dullly: "Mom and Dad, I'm going home. Please express my condolences and accept my wishes." Zhao Xiong and his wife did not stop her and let her go.
Zhao Changyuan was going crazy at this moment. He stepped forward and stopped in front of her and yelled at her: "You go home? No! No! You said you would never leave me!"
He shouted heartbreakingly, but in return she walked through his arms indifferently and walked towards the gate of Zhao Mansion. He didn't care much and immediately chased after him. As soon as he walked out of the gate, he saw a familiar figure
The person stood outside the door: "Pan Zhuqing..." He murmured the other person's name.
But this time he was wrong. Gong Yueyue's cold face suddenly showed an expression of joy: "Haoran!"
Zhao Changyuan was stunned and stood there unable to move. The man stretched out his arms and embraced her: "I've been waiting for you for a long time. Come on, I'll take you home." "No!" Zhao Changyuan roared angrily.
With red eyes, he rushed towards them like crazy, trying to pull them away, but he failed again and again.
The two of them hugged each other and walked away as before. After walking a few steps, she suddenly stopped, turned around and asked Jiang Haoran: "But what about the child in my belly?"
Jiang Haoran asked her: "Yes, he is Zhao Changyuan's blood after all. What are you going to do?"
She was stunned for a long time, and finally asked something that made Zhao Changyuan gasp: "Who is Zhao Changyuan...?"
Jiang Haoran was also stunned: "He is your husband! Don't you remember?"
She shook her head: "I don't remember, let's go home." Zhao Changyuan stood behind them, helpless, but also absolutely unable to accept it. She actually just forgot about him, and forgot about this love that she loved to the point of blood and bone marrow.
"No! You can't do this to me! No -" The despair in his heart eventually turned into a helpless cry.
"Marshal! Marshal Zhao! Are you okay?" The guards knocked on Zhao Changyuan's door at the right time, pulling him back from his dream of despair and fear.
He sat up, his long hair stuck to his face with sweat and tears, and his heart was about to jump out of his chest. "It's okay."
"Emergency military report -" a high-pitched message disturbed the tranquility in the Jinluan Palace.
The emperor's heart trembled. Could it be that Zhao Changyuan was involved with the Liao army? He decisively announced: "Xuan!"
The defenders broke through the siege, broke through Waqiao Pass, and successfully returned to our territory." When the emperor heard this, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Oh? That's great!"
All the military attachés in the palace were excited, especially Yang Guodong, whose face turned red with joy. The emperor smiled and said to him, "Yang Aiqing! This is such a great joy!"
The military attachés accompanied Yang Guodong and came forward to congratulate the emperor: "Congratulations to the emperor! Congratulations to the emperor!" It was indeed a big gain to save two powerful generals and bring back a large number of troops.
Of course, there are also some idiots who are particularly unsociable, such as this guy Wei Tingyue. Although he didn't say it with his mouth, he started to curse in his heart: "Humph, a lost dog...what's there to be happy about?"
Seeing that the messenger was still refusing to leave, the emperor's heart was in his throat again: "Is there something else?" (To be continued)