"General...Thank you for your hard work, please rest as soon as possible..."
It was another dangerous charge. The personnel of this cavalry army, which had followed Zhang Liao into the tens of thousands of troops more than once, were changing faster and faster. Seeing the panting Zhang Liao, Wen Pin had a lot to say.
But he said it.
This matter can only be done by Zhang Liao. No one knows the capabilities of the cavalry better than him, and no one is more qualified for this task than him.
But no matter what, this is a matter of licking blood with the tip of a knife. If you are not careful, you may end up with an extremely miserable end.
Zhang Liao waved his hand, indicating that Wenpin should not mind these things: "It's all for the big man..."
"The next few days may be even more dangerous and tense. As long as we get through it, Hefei will be defended."
Zhang Liao was not exaggerating at all - this supposedly protracted offensive and defensive battle was due to a series of early operations by the Soochow people and Yi Xiaotian's predictions, which quickly changed the favorable and unfavorable situation they occupied.
Hefei, which was originally supposed to be on the defensive, struggled to resist the Dongwu army, which was getting increasingly violent and unorganized. On the other hand, the appearance of Zhang Liao's cavalry completely changed their passive situation. The credit to the city defenders cannot be overemphasized.
Erase it, but without Zhang Liao, it would be difficult for Wenpin to imagine Hefei's current situation.
Zhang Liao carried his armor and long sword, and walked slowly to the temporary shack in the city under the scorching sun. That was where the cavalry gathered to rest. Not only was there ample water, but the people in the city also donated money to them.
dry food meals.
The army and the people are of one mind, the army and the people are of one mind, this concept that both Soochow and Liu Bei once used as a slogan has now quietly penetrated into every battle of Cao's army relying on the city under the radiation of the battle in Xiangyang.
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Having said that, how could Zhu Huan, Jiang Qin, Ding Feng, etc. - these generals who each bear different responsibilities, but whose goal is to benefit Jiangdong, give up so easily?
The battles that followed for two consecutive days were interspersed with the ever-present game with Zhang Liao's cavalry. The sky was dyed red with blood, and the earth drank enough blood. The fighting method was different from the endless new weapons in Xiangyang. The swords penetrated the flesh.
, the Hefei battlefield where there was blood and limbs flying was the most brutal battlefield parallel to the Xiangyang front.
And under such circumstances, finally...the army led by Zhu Huan began to have problems of one kind or another——
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"I...I...I can't stand it anymore! Get away! Don't stop me!"
"Get out! Get out of here! Whoever dares to stop me will be killed by me!!"
After the bloody battle, more than 200 corpses of Soochow people were left behind. Zhang Liao led the cavalry and left, but...
A Soochow soldier with bloodshot eyes, holding a ring-shou knife tightly, waved the blade around, constantly pushing back those companions who seemed to want to get closer to him:
"Please... I'm begging you, don't stop me. I can't die here. My mother at home is blind and can't see... Without me, she will just have to wait for death... Don't stop me.
I must go back!"
He had a ferocious expression on his face, but the tears that burst from his eyes were a true reflection of his psychology.
Staying here is tantamount to dying in vain.
He is not a young soldier cultivated by those noble clans. Those young soldiers obviously live in this military camp just like the white men like them, but they can live further away, live more comfortably and safer...
"Stupid, lame, Lao Qiu, they are all dead... They asked me to take care of their parents before they died... Can you get out of the way..."
Those who kept approaching this soldier with their swords included soldiers from noble families, and others who felt the same as him... But they could only hold their swords... towards their colleagues, because this was a military order.
With a plop, the seemingly young soldier knelt down directly on the ground, as if he wanted to beg everyone's forgiveness in this way. He had to escape, otherwise, not only the elders of his family would die alone in this troubled world, without anyone.
Don't worry, even his colleagues and friends from the same hometown will face this dilemma.
He was the last lone seedling in their village. He rushed out with a desperate attitude and made an agreement that no matter who became successful in the future, he would help the parents who left them in the village to take care of them and enjoy their old age.
But he can't see the future.
In the past ten days, the army has arrived in Hefei, and now more and more people are fleeing. They can't win. Even a person like him who has never read a book can see that they are holding on, but they are just holding on.
A meaningless death due to the stubbornness of those generals.
He wanted to escape today, but was discovered by his colleagues. His colleagues questioned him, which made him even more panicked.
After going back and forth, he finally ended up being surrounded and in front of the tent with nowhere to escape - which was not what he wanted.
It seemed that he was indeed moved by his plea. Gradually, a road slowly opened in front of him. The road extended to the depths of the military camp. After going out from the rear of the military camp, he could embark on his own return journey.
To the hometown that is dear to my heart.
He lost his knife, howled, picked up the packages around him, and murmured words of gratitude: thanking everyone for letting him go and letting him live -
"I will never forget your great kindness... When you return home, I will burn incense and worship Buddha for you, and pray for your peace!"
After wiping away my tears, it was time to set off.
His feet were moving quickly, and the scene in front of him was constantly changing, but...
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I don’t know what the sound was, but it was very crisp and clear——
He was confused, but did not look back. However, people suddenly heard shouts of surprise around him, which made him a little scared:
"You...what's wrong with you?"
He wanted to say this, and was about to turn around, but found that his gaze was getting lower and lower, and he couldn't control his body. He fell to the ground in front of him for no reason, and blood gushed out of his throat, making him choke.
He wanted to cough but had no strength.
At the last moment before closing his eyes, he saw that his headless body had fallen to the ground. He wanted to cry - but he didn't have the ability.
Everyone exclaimed and looked at Han Dang walking out of the crowd with a long knife. No one dared to question Han Dang's actions.
"Escape from the battlefield? Is there anyone who will make way for him? I think you are indeed a little tired of living..."
Han Dang spat at the headless body, stood the knife beside him, wiped the blood on his face, and looked around at the group of soldiers who dared to let the deserters go with extremely cold eyes: