Chapter Four Hundred and Thirtieth For What Murder
Zhuo Qingzhan wiped the sticky blood from the corner of his mouth and grinned at Zhao Da who was looking at him not far away. His teeth were bloodshot, white and red mixed together. Why was he so ferocious?
Because he had just killed a Khitan warrior.
Only more than two hours have passed since the Khitans launched a strong attack on Cangzhou. There are still less than 1,000 Han soldiers guarding the city out of 5,000, and under the city, there are more than 10,000 Khitan corpses piled up.
Zhao Da asked the county soldiers in Cangzhou to serve as a reserve team and asked Han soldiers to stand on top of the city. Zhuo Qingzhan knew that this was an order from His Highness the King of Han, so there was a fire burning in his heart, not anger, but boiling blood.
His Highness the King of Han did not want all the more than 3,000 county soldiers to die in battle, but Zhuo Qingzhan could not just watch those Han army brothers fall one after another. He knew that at this point in the war, a reserve team must be left behind
He withstood the enemy's violent attack, but he himself could not cower and tremble behind his brothers in the Han army. Even though he was an out-and-out scholar, a scholar who had never killed anyone.
When he rushed to the top of the city in high spirits, he happened to see a Khitan warrior who had climbed up the city wall and slashed at Zhao Da's back with a sword. He screamed, and a beastly nature emerged from his blood.
came out and instantly occupied his whole body and mind. He roared and rushed forward to knock the Khitan warrior to the ground with his shoulders. He rode on the Khitan warrior and beat and hit him crazily, and his fists were covered with blood.
.But he was soon knocked off his body by the Khitan warrior, and then was hit on the bridge of the nose by the handle of the scimitar, and he was in a daze.
Then, he saw the Khitan warrior raising his scimitar and stabbing him. His survival instinct allowed him to maximize his potential. He suddenly turned over, pushed the Khitan warrior, and then rushed to grab it.
He was not as strong as the Khitan warrior with that scimitar, and gradually the enemy began to gain the upper hand. At this time, for some unknown reason, Zhuo Qingzhan bit the Khitan warrior's throat without any hesitation.
When he spit out a large piece of flesh and blood in his mouth, the Khitan warrior had already died. Perhaps he will never understand until his death why such a seemingly gentle and weak Han Chinese burst out with such brutal power.
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Is a person who can bite someone to death still a person?
Yes, he is just a person who does not want to die, a person who does not want to be killed by foreign enemies, and does not want to have his hometown destroyed by barbaric enemies. But from this moment on, his life trajectory has begun to change. Zhao Da reached out his hand and took Zhuo
Qing Zhan pulled himself up from the ground.
His black Overwatch Council uniform was covered in blood, and the horizontal knife in his hand had cut holes. His hands were trembling slightly, and his strength was almost exhausted, but there was no trace of fear on his face, even
He also had a reassuring smile.
Why is this smile so familiar?
Zhuo Qingzhan thought hard and suddenly realized.
That was a confident smile, and you could always see that faint confident smile on His Highness the King of Han's face. The King of Han was confident, so everyone under him was confident.
"Well done, I can't defeat the enemy as well as you."
Zhao Da glanced at the crowd retreating for the fourth time outside the city, took a breath and said.
"Destroy the enemy? Who is it?"
Zhuo Qingzhan's chest heaved violently. After asking this question, he felt a spasm in his stomach, which was unbearable. He opened his mouth and vomited until there was nothing left in his stomach and he squatted on the ground.
His body was hunched and trembling, and his face was as pale as paper.
Zhao Da took the water bag from the Overwatch Council guard beside him and handed it to Zhuo Qingzhan: "Po Di is the big black panther raised by the prince. It can tear people into pieces easily. Your teeth are not as sharp as Po Di's.
, but the force of biting is no less powerful than defeating the enemy."
Zhuo Qingzhan took a sip of water and felt a little better in his stomach.
"It is already demeaning for a scholar to use swords and guns. I wonder if the sages will accept fake scholars like me."
Zhuo Qingzhan was leaning against the city wall, with no strength in his limbs.
Zhao Dahaha laughed, sat down next to Zhuo Qingzhan and leaned against the city wall and said: "There is a saying that goes well. A gentleman talks but does not use his hands. You are a gentleman. The saint's disciples are all gentlemen, so you are still a scholar.
, a scholar whose words are far sharper than his hands."
Zhuo Qingzhan glanced at Zhao Da and found that the normally cold-looking Commander of the Overwatch Council was not only cold and gloomy, but also very hateful.
"What does blood taste like?"
Zhao Da asked, squinting his eyes.
Zhuo Qingzhan didn't expect him to ask this question. He subconsciously recalled the thrilling feeling just now. As soon as he thought about it, his stomach began to twitch again. He retched a few mouthfuls of sour water. Zhuo Qingzhan closed his eyes and tried his best to let go.
He calmed down and muttered something, but it was not to answer Zhao Da's question.
"what are you saying?"
Zhao Da asked, Zhuo Qingzhan closed his eyes and murmured, still ignoring him.
"The way of a great university is to be clear and virtuous, to be close to the people, and to be at the highest level of goodness. After knowing the cessation, there will be concentration. After concentration, one can be still. After being still, one can be at peace. After being at ease, one can be concerned. After being concerned, one can gain. Things have their origins and ends, and things have their origins.
The end and the beginning. If you know the sequence, you will get the shortcut.
In ancient times, if you want to bring enlightenment and virtue to the world, you must first govern your country. If you want to govern your country, you must first regulate your family. If you want to regulate your family, you must first cultivate your body. If you want to cultivate your body, you must first rectify your mind. If you want to rectify your family, you must first rectify your mind.
To be sincere in mind, you must first be sincere in your intention. If you want to be sincere in your intention, you must first know it. To know things, you must study things and then know them. After knowing them, you can be sincere. If your thoughts are sincere, then your mind is upright. If your mind is upright, then you can cultivate your body. After cultivating your body, you can cultivate your mind.
The family is in order, and the family is in order and then the country is governed, and the country is governed and then the world is peaceful. From the emperor to the common people, all are based on self-cultivation. If there is chaos at the beginning and then there is no rule, it will be wrong. Those who are rich will be thin, and those who are weak will be thick.
There is nothing yet. This is called knowing the origin, and this is called knowing the ultimate."
It turns out that this stupid scholar is actually endorsing!
Zhao Da laughed loudly and said: "Cultivating oneself, organizing one's family, governing the country, and bringing peace to the world. These are not what you have to do now. There is one very important thing before self-cultivation. Do you know?"
Sure enough, Zhuo Qingzhan opened his eyes, thought for a while and asked, "What is it?"
Zhao Da stood up, looked at the Khitan people gathering outside and said, "Live, even if you eat human flesh and drink human blood, you have to live."
The Khitans outside the city were preparing for their fifth attack. Two troops of 10,000 people separated from the dark army and began to move towards Cangzhou City. Looking from the city wall, two large and neat phalanxes slowly formed.
Moving slowly, like two thick black clouds, people can hardly breathe. If you have good eyesight, you can see that the two huge square arrays are composed of ten small square arrays. And ten
The small square array is composed of a hundred smaller square arrays.
However, these are meaningless in Zhao Da's eyes.
Anyway, many more enemies have come, and we have to keep killing them.
The Overwatch Council guard behind him handed over a brand new horizontal knife. Zhao Da took it and weighed it, and found that it was a little light. He looked down and saw that the horizontal knife, which was still greased with butter, exuded a dark color.
There is a line of small words stamped on the handle of the knife: The martial virtues of the Great Zhou Dynasty are the best in the world.
It turned out to be Dazhou's standard horizontal knife.
Zhao Da took out a small black dagger from his waist and poked twice at the engraved position of the horizontal knife. Then, the character Zhou could no longer be seen. He placed the horizontal knife on the city wall.
Zhao Da looked solemn and solemn as he carved a word on the blade with that ridiculously sharp dagger.
Chinese.
"Watch here. If the number of Khitans on the top of the city is less than a hundred, don't use the reserve team. This is the fifth attack today, and it's only noon. Who knows whether the Khitans will continue to attack.
If the Khitans haven't retreated by night, the reserve team will have to go up even if they don't want to."
Zhao Da said to Zhuo Qingzhan calmly.
Zhuo Qingzhan shook his head and said: "If you can't make it to night, your prince will definitely come back."
Zhao Da glanced at Zhuo Qingzhan with interest. He didn't understand that this guy's confidence in the prince was no weaker than his own. Zhao Da knew that the prince would definitely come back before dark. At the same time, there would be others.
As long as Yang Ye's tens of thousands of troops put some pressure on the Khitans from the flanks, the Khitans would not dare to attack the city so blatantly. Of course, the premise is that they must survive until the prince comes back.
There is only one fire ballista cart left, and it has been loaded with crossbow arrows. Only 30% of the wolf-tooth racket is still usable, and there are not many stones and rolling wood boiling oil left. The most worry-free thing is the pot
The pot of stinky manure juice seemed to be in sufficient supply. Zhao Da thought with some malice, which shows that the people in Cangzhou City have contributed a lot to preserving their homeland.
After thinking about it, Zhao Da changed his mind and said: "Assemble two hundred archers. The long-distance strike force is too weak. We can't just watch the Khitan people walk under the city wall in a big way."
What he said was true. The archers of the Han army were all dead.
The Han army did not have much preparation time, and the Khitan people's fifth offensive came with an unusually fierce force. If you looked down from the sky, you might see a group of black ants gnawing on a piece of dirty bread.
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I don’t know if the Khitan people are blocked in their minds, or they are clinging to their pride. The attack has been carried out at the east gate, west gate and north gate, but the south gate that has not been sealed has not been attacked by a single soldier. For
Zhao Da did not hesitate to praise the good qualities of the Khitan people.
What a fucking idiot.
He didn't know that before leaving the camp, the confident and proud Yeluji issued an order not to destroy the south gate of Cangzhou. He wanted to enter Cangzhou City from there after returning from victory.
The archers on the city wall started shooting, but were soon suppressed by the dense arrows below the city and were unable to lift their heads. The Khitan warriors carrying the ladders really felt like ants, going crazy with hunger and climbing up the city wall. One by one
The ladders were pushed down, but more ladders were erected. Soon, the first Khitan man to climb the city wall screamed, announcing that the most brutal hand-to-hand combat had begun. And he, after completing his role-playing, was
A Han soldier cut off his head with a cold blade.
Zhao Da turned around and saw that there were only a dozen or so guards from the Overwatch Council around him.
He smiled: "Let's go and kill people with me."
The supervisory guards nodded and raised their swords: "Kill them all."
No excitement, no fear, calm as if without emotion.
Don't they have feelings?
If you don’t have feelings, why stand on top of the city and kill people? (To be continued)
