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The Khitans are proud. Their reputation as the largest country in the world, their most capable cavalry, and their invincibility in the early days of the founding of the country are all their proud capital. Although since the Dangxiang nation gave birth to a leader who can be called a hero,
Wei Ming Xiaoxiao, the halo above the heads of the Khitan people has been partly taken away by the Dangxiang people, but they are still proud. Today, the Khitans have their great emperor Yelu Xiongji, the Dangxiang people have their great emperor Wei Ming Xiaoxiao, and the Han people
The world was still in chaos, and the Han people were not united and acted on their own, so the Khitan people became even more proud in front of the Han people.
They have the capital to be proud, because the Khitans have always stood in front of the Han people as the strong ones from a long time ago.
A philosopher once said that the scenery a person sees is different depending on the height he stands at. The same tree looks different to different people.
So, will the same Han people behave the same under different leaders?
Zhaozhou has been miserable for a long time, and tonight is undoubtedly the worst.
The darkness before dawn is the most intense black, and the battle before dawn is the cruelest death.
When the rooster crows the dawn, the sky has not yet turned on the light. What lights up the darkness is the torch like the ocean, and what dyes the earth red is the blood like the ocean. When the blood on the city wall remains like the creek below,
When the earth comes together to form a swamp, the piled-up corpses are the rolling mountains on the swamp. The swamp is red, the mountains are also red, the human heart is red, and so are the eyes of the fighting warriors.
Red.
From a certain point of view, the significance of this battle may not be significant. If the Han army was defeated and lost Zhaozhou, it would only lose a city. The large group of Han army has already arrived, and Li Yao Nayan will definitely
If they retreat, Zhaozhou will be lost and regained. If the Khitans are defeated, they will just retreat to the north in futility. Although tens of thousands of corpses were lost, the loss was not huge for the strong strength of Daliao.
Although the face is broken, the inside is still thick.
From a certain perspective, this battle is of great significance. There is only one reason: Liu Ling, the king of Han, was in Zhaozhou.
If Liu Ling's title of King of Han a few months ago meant that he was the king of Han, then a few months later, when he stood on the walls of Cangzhou and Zhaozhou, he blocked the Khitan wolf rider on the wall.
Outside the country, the meaning of the two words "King of Han" has quietly changed. Whether in the minds of the rebels who came from all over the country, or in the minds of millions of people in the north, the two words "King of Han"
The meaning of the character is...King of the Han people.
Liu Ling once said a long, long time ago that people outside the Great Wall say that the Han people are sheep, and they are wolves. Wolves are destined to eat sheep, and sheep are destined to be eaten by wolves. In fact, who eats whom?
There is no conclusion on the matter. If the sheep is strong enough and if the horns are sharp enough, it is not difficult to disembowel the wolf. If two more fangs are installed in the mouth of the sheep, the sheep that eats grass will become
For sheep that eat meat, maybe the most delicious thing in the sheep's heart is not the green grass, but wolf meat.
At any time and in any region, the strength of a country can ensure the stability of the people in that place. If a nation is strong, it can be guaranteed that no one will dare to bully them when they don't want to be bullied, and no one will dare to bully them when they want to bully others.
Absolutely no one dares not to be bullied by them.
Liu Ling is an evil person theorist. He insists that if a person is evil enough, he might be able to save the Buddha. He would grow his hair and beard, smoke a cigarette and wear sunglasses, tease the gods and sisters next to each other, and then talk to the gods all over the sky.
The Buddha charges protection fees. In fact, the evil person he refers to is not as narrow as the above text. In his view, the so-called evil person must be tolerant and kind to his family, but no one can disobey his orders. If there are brothers or
Sisters must be pulled over and spanked. But for outsiders, they must be harsh enough. If they disobey, they will be beaten. If they disobey again, they will be killed. Keep killing until the name of the evildoer is mentioned. The family members will be in awe, and the people outside the family will tremble all over.
He didn't even dare to raise his head.
Liu Ling is a selfish person. What is his is his and no one can take it away. He is tolerant and compassionate towards his relatives, friends, brothers and sisters. When he does not bully others, it is because he is lazy. When he wants to bully others, who does it?
Don't even think about running away.
This may be a somewhat perverted psychology that Liu Ling had when he was sick in bed for a long time in his last life. He longed to stand up, go out, and become strong. He wanted all his enemies to crawl under his feet and tremble.
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When he truly let go of his hands and feet without restraint, this kind of thinking began to dominate him. Perhaps fundamentally, he was still a lazy layman who just wanted to find a place with beautiful mountains and clear waters to live in seclusion with his family. But, when he realized
If he wants to live that kind of ideal life and must kill all those who stand in his way, he will not mind or hesitate to pick up the butcher's knife and kill to bring peace to the world.
The saint said that it is wrong to fight violence with violence, and that the world must be treated with kindness to achieve long-term peace and stability. Liu Ling said that I am not a saint. After I kill all those who deserve to be killed, future generations will stand leisurely on the fertile land nourished by blood.
When you are living, do something that is kind to the world.
However, who can be sure whether what is not revealed behind his murderous heart is a benevolent heart?
Taking killing as benevolence and killing all around is not benevolence to all?
When the sky in the east finally turned a little white, the dozen arrow pots beside Liu Ling were also empty. He held the last armor-piercing awl and looked at the city wall leaning against him, breathing heavily like a man who had just stepped out of a coffin.
The monster-like Zhu Sanqi who crawled out of the house smiled, and then actually had the mood to count the wounds on Zhu Sanqi's body. But when he counted to seventeen, he found that the Khitan people had already begun to retreat to rest.
There was actually a man standing on the city wall, looking with confused and frightened eyes at the helpless Han people who were surrounding him. He fired the last armor-piercing cone and shot the Khitan soldier through the throat.
The man turned backward and fell from the city wall.
Looking at the empty arrow pot, Liu Ling was a little depressed and found that he had forgotten how many times he had just counted. So, he moved forward and continued to count the wounds on Zhu Sanqi's body.
"You are really a strong person."
Liu Ling couldn't help but admired: "Thirteen stab wounds, six arrow wounds, and four wounds that should be caused by maces, right? After suffering so many injuries and bleeding so much, how come you are not unconscious yet?"
past?"
Zhu Sanqi struggled to move his body so that he could lie down more comfortably. He exhaled a long breath. The long breath caused him to cough. The cough stretched the wound, and his face became even paler.
A line of blood slowly overflowed from the corner of his mouth.
"How should I answer that?"
Zhu Sanqi thought for a while and said: "I don't dare to fall into a coma... If I fall into a coma, the King of Han will not be able to take care of me in his current condition. What if the King of Han sees that his subordinate is comatose and mistakenly thinks that I am dead and abandons me?"
, wouldn’t that be too unfair?”
Liu Ling rubbed his numb right arm and said: "I thought you would say that if you were unconscious, you would not be able to protect the safety of His Highness the King of Han. It's already this time, are you still stingy and unwilling to flatter me?
Let me hear it? You are as soft as a puddle of mud now. If you flatter me well, maybe I will consider leaving you here instead of changing places."
Zhu Sanqi smiled and said: "If the prince is willing to leave long ago and does not give up these three words, it is the prince who taught the soldiers, how could the prince forget it? Even if the subordinates are really a puddle of mud now, it is the prince
of mud.”
Liu Ling rolled her eyes at him and said, "The last sentence is definitely about horses."
Zhu Sanqi wanted to laugh but did not dare to laugh loudly. The pain in his chest made him unbearable. After taking a few deep breaths, Zhu Sanqi turned to look at Liu Ling and shouted: "Your Majesty?"
"Um?"
"Subordinate... I can't hold on any longer, so I'd better faint first."
"ah?"
When Liu Ling went to see Zhu Sanqi again, this iron-clad man really couldn't hold on and passed out. After a night of fierce fighting, more than half of the Han troops defending the city had been lost. The second echelon of Han troops had already lost their lives before dawn.
He had already climbed onto the city wall to take over the defense from the brothers in the first echelon. Of the more than 10,000 soldiers in the first echelon, no more than 300 were still alive. Zhu Sanqi suffered many injuries, but they were definitely not as many as he had killed. He
It seemed like a miracle that he could persist until the Khitans retreated before falling unconscious.
Liu Ling looked at Zhu Sanqi who was unconscious and the wounds on Zhu Sanqi's body that were still bleeding. He signaled to the soldiers who had been guarding him to carry Zhu Sanqi down for treatment. He looked at Zhu Sanqi's pale face.
There was still deep worry on his brow, Liu Ling smiled and said: "Go to bed first, and when you wake up, it will be really bright."
At dawn, the Khitan army, which had suffered a fierce attack all night and lost more than 30,000 people, began to retreat slowly. Even though they were cold-blooded and ruthless, they were still human beings after all, and they had to eat. After attacking all night with an empty stomach, they had exhausted their energy.
Li. The Khitan people went home to eat, and the Han army was still on guard on the city wall. They also wanted to eat, but they couldn't leave here to go home to eat. But their family members came to deliver food, bringing the taste of home.
of hot meals.
The people in Zhaozhou city spontaneously stopped to deliver meals to the defenders on the city wall. The so-called meals were actually extremely simple. The big families in the city donated all their flour, and even the ordinary people also donated their last grain reserves, rolled up their sleeves and looked at each other with joy.
The women with tears in their eyes steamed pot after pot of white steamed buns, kneaded the dough carefully, and used tears instead of water. The snow-white and soft steamed buns did not have the bitterness of tears, but were sweet, very sweet.
Women, old people, children, everyone took action spontaneously. They pushed the steamed buns and pickles to the city wall with carts, baskets, and clothes. Then they handed the steaming buns to their relatives with their own hands.
When they looked at the haggard and tired soldier brothers holding weapons tightly in their hands, and looked at the dark fingerprints left on the buns when they took them, their hearts were broken. In front of the soldiers
During the meal, the common people, regardless of gender, spontaneously began to sort out the corpses on the city wall, carried the corpses of their brothers on their backs, and then carefully wiped their faces clean.
Unknowingly, the flat ground under the city wall was already filled with young men who had just passed away. Before last night, they were all so youthful and full of life, and they walked away at dawn.
At the end. If they had not died, would everyone have a wonderful life? But they all died, so their descendants will definitely have a wonderful life.
A little girl who had only reached an adult's waist held her mother's clothes and held a big white steamed bun in her hand and handed it to Liu Ling: "Uncle, let's eat."
This little girl is only about five years old. She has a pair of big eyes, clean and bright.
"Thank you."
Liu Ling took the steamed bun and said to the little girl with a smile. Suddenly he remembered something, Liu Ling took out a small bag of candy from his arms and handed it to the little girl and said: "Uncle gave you candy to eat, tell uncle what is your name?"
"
The little girl first glanced at her mother, received permission, took the candy and said happily: "My name is Yongping."
She said in a sweet voice: "Daddy said that I want to be safe forever."
Liu Ling took a bite of the steamed bun and asked, "What about your father?"
The little girl pointed to the countless corpses on the ground under the city wall with her beautiful and tender fingers like green onions and said in a clear childish voice: "Over there, mother said, daddy is tired, uncles and uncles are tired too, they are all here
I'm sleeping there. Mom said not to wake dad up and let him sleep well."
Liu Ling was stunned and raised his head to look at the little girl's mother. He saw a face full of tears and a strong face.
Liu Ling held the little girl in his arms and murmured: "As long as Uncle is here, you will be safe and sound for the rest of your life." (To be continued)
