This battle lasted from morning to dusk, and both sides still had no intention of withdrawing their troops.
The primitive killing unfolded in this primitive wasteland.
The cavalry attacked, the infantry advanced, the crossbowmen harassed the outside, and the eight-oxen crossbow suppressed the legion of destruction. There were tens of millions of human warriors, and they all cooperated in a tacit understanding.
The offensive in the human world was very fierce. A steady stream of infantry came out from three directions: Yingzui Cliff, Wangfu Ridge, and Suishifeng, and then rushed in desperately.
At dusk, as the last rays of the setting sun fell, Yang Zhentian's order came again.
"The 17th echelon attacks! The 18th echelon is ready."
With the help of nine million cavalry, 1.6 million human warriors entered the battlefield in half a day.
The wasteland is filled with mountains of corpses and streams of blood. The rich smell of blood is almost nauseating.
The arrival of dark night did not ease the situation of this battle. The battlefield with a radius of dozens of miles turned into the most terrifying Shura hell.
The cavalry constantly attacking and turning around the outside made this Shura hell more like a grinding mill for meat.
People in the world often say that all living beings are equal and human life is of paramount importance.
Before executing criminals in the Jinluan Hall, the emperor had to bathe and cleanse his hands, light candles and burn incense, and all officials, both civil and military, had to kneel down three times to beg for mercy to show respect for life.
However, on this cruel battlefield, there is no such thing as the so-called equality of all beings and the importance of human life.
The noble life is so small and insignificant here.
Death, killing, corpses, mutilated limbs, blood, and all kinds of human and non-human internal organs ruthlessly stage the most primitive killings between living beings.
Fear and cowardice are the nature of living beings, but at this moment, all fear seems to have disappeared. In the eyes of every warrior, there is only the Mo Dao in his hand and the target in front of him.
A bowl of yellow soup, a piece of mutton, and half a page of suicide note, this is the last job of every human warrior who comes out of Yingzui Cliff.
After drinking yellow soup wine, eating roast mutton, and throwing the suicide note into the big bamboo basket, he carried the Mo Dao and Chang Ge, sang the battle song of the Zhenxi Army, and walked onto the battlefield without hesitation.
The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty was at the Pass of the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.
But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountains.
This poem was originally the war song of the Zhenxi Army guarding Yumen Pass, but now it has become the war song of all the soldiers in Yingzui Cliff. These people are ordinary mortals. They have little knowledge and low knowledge, and they don’t know what catastrophe is.
Not long ago, many of them were farmers with hoes, and their greatest happiness was their wives and children.
enemies, but at most they only thought about the enemies in the Western Regions and the grasslands. They never thought that they would face enemies from heaven and underworld.
They don't know much about the history of the human world, and they don't know about the millions of years of grudges and grudges between the human world and the heaven. They pick up the Mo Dao just to protect their loved ones.
They only know that they are the only line of defense for the southern gate of Central China. Once the enemy crosses this natural chasm, they will reach the beautiful and prosperous land of Jiangnan to the north, and the vast and undefeated Central Plains to the north.
No matter how heavy the price is, the enemy must be kept out of the country, and the enemy must not be allowed to enter the heart of China. The emperor and the queen supervise the battle at Laojun Mountain, and the marching general of Jiangnan Road personally sits in the most terrifying Eagle Belly Mountain.
, Zhenxi General Yang Zhentian, Old Marshal Zhao Xianfeng, and Young Marshal Zhao Zian are all fighting bloody battles in the front. Who can take half a step back? Who dares to retreat?
Half step back?
The report of the imperial court's arrival immediately spread throughout the world. In the capital city, thousands of young scholars from the Hong Confucian Academy and the Imperial College took to the streets to support this decisive battle concerning the fate of the world.
A young man of sixteen or seventeen years old stood on the marble of a Gongde Square and shouted loudly at the countless people and students gathered in front of him.
He is a weak scholar, but he can also carry a sword and ride a war horse! There is not only one Yang Sanlang in the world who abandoned his pen and joined the army to fight bloody battles! We are all Yang Sanlang! Everyone joins the army with me
, to defend against foreign enemies together!”
He jumped down from the marble and sang loudly: "If you don't see the Han Dynasty's final army, the weak-headed prisoners will please grow their tassels! If you don't see An Dingyuan, the light cavalry from the extreme realm will urge the war clouds!"
Thousands of students from the Imperial Academy behind him sang along: "A man should be in danger, so why should he be a Confucian scholar in this life! What's more, the country is in danger, and the competition between feathers and plumes will never stop!"
"Abandoning my pen from the past, I retained my wartime recorder. At one call, there were more than ten million soldiers, singing war songs and joining the army together. Joining the army together, clean up the dust, vowing to wipe out the bandits without caring about themselves!"
"Be patient and miss my family, and generously express my heart to serve the country. I go to the battlefield with a proud smile, and the flag is fluttering. The sun is dimming. The air is blown into the moon, and I stretch my long arrow to shoot the wolf."
Not only has there been a wave of upsurge in joining the army in the capital, but this scene is being staged in cities of all sizes across the world.
Xifeng City in the north of Cangyun Mountain has lost its former prosperity, and there are almost no vendors. On the Yangtze River pier in the north of the city, there are piles of strategic materials, and countless Liba civilians are constantly loading the goods onto cargo ships.
Yang Ershi and his wife Li Wanjun stood on the pier and watched another fleet of ships sailing down the Yangtze River.
Seeing her husband's solemn look, Li Wanjun said, "Husband, you don't have to worry, Yingzui Cliff's defense line is impregnable, nothing will happen." Yang Ershi shook his head and said, "I'm not worried about Yingzui Cliff, but the young prince. I received the news
, the one who is stationed at Yingbelly Mountain is the young prince. We have walked through the trumpet mouth defense line many times. The biggest weakness of the defense line of more than a hundred miles is Yingbelly Mountain. I'm afraid
...I'm afraid that I will lose this friend." Li Wanjun said: "Brother Shiqu is the general manager of the march in Jiannan Road. Naturally, he will guard the most dangerous place. Whether alive or dead, I think brother Shiqu will
You won’t regret it. It’s dark and you’ve been busy all day. Go over there and have something to eat.
Bar."
There are no other vendors on the pier, and there are only dozens of wooden shacks left, where some old women sell food. You can often see groups of shirtless people coming to have a drink after finishing their work.
Herbal tea, a piece of Guokui, or flatbread.
A little girl wearing a bamboo hat and a jet-black face was eating tofu puffs. On her table, she was guarding two weapons wrapped in black cloth.
Suddenly, she saw Li Wanjun and Yang Ershi walking into the small wooden shed. The little girl's eyes were blank for a moment, and then she lowered her head, as if she knew these two people.
Neither Yang Ershi nor Li Wanjun paid attention to this strange little girl. After each drank a bowl of tofu, they walked to the dock again to supervise the loading of the second batch of strategic materials.
The girl in the bamboo hat stared at Li Wanjun's back and suddenly let out a soft sigh.
"Is she your friend?" A nice man's voice sounded, but when the girl in the hat heard the voice, it was like she heard the cry of the devil, her face changed greatly, she couldn't help but stood up, reached out and grabbed the black cloth on the table
