If someone said that those who died in the war gave their lives for more people to live, this explanation might make those who died appear extremely great. But Liu Ling knew that the people who died might actually be just
They took up arms in order to live a good life. They may not be as great and selfless as they are praised for, but they are all real men, men who would rather die than surrender!
Liu Ling saw that many soldiers were reluctant to eat up the steamed buns brought by the villagers. Each of them left one or half a steamed bun, carefully wrapped it with torn off clothes and put it in his arms. It seemed that the temperature of the steamed bun could
It warmed their hearts. Their movements were very careful, with smiles on their faces, and they looked so satisfied.
"Why don't you eat? You can't bear to part with it?"
Liu Ling asked one of the soldiers, and the soldier smiled honestly and said: "It's not that I can't bear to part with it... I guess I can't bear to part with it. We all agreed to leave a steamed bun to eat on Huangquan Road, so that when we are full, we won't drink it.
A bowl of Meng Po soup. If you don’t drink Meng Po soup, we won’t forget each other. If we are reincarnated as human beings in the next life, we will still know each other and we will still be brothers.”
Keep the steamed buns and eat them together on the road to Huangquan.
Liu Ling's heart softened. He looked at the childish soldier standing in front of him and asked, "Are you afraid of death?"
The young soldier nodded and said: "Afraid! How can I not be afraid of death? I am only sixteen, so I am afraid of death!"
As he said that, he stretched out his hand and patted the bun in his arms gently: "But I'm not afraid now. Even if I die, I won't be alone. We have agreed to go on the road together, what else is there to be afraid of? More
What's more, even if we die, we have to drag a few wolf cubs on our backs. The prince said that we are the Han army, and we will not be afraid or timid, because our enemies will only be afraid when they see the flying Han war flag.
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This young soldier didn't know Liu Ling. He didn't know that the veteran sitting in the wheelchair in front of him with blood stains on his body and his hands still shaking slightly was the unique King of Han in his mind. Liu Ling's hands were shaking.
This would be the case no matter who shot all the arrows in a dozen quivers in one go. The young soldier saw that Liu Ling's finger was still bleeding from the bow string, so he squatted down and tore off a piece of clothing to help Liu Ling pick up the finger.
: "You are so awesome!"
The young soldier pointed to the empty arrow pot next to Liu Ling and said, "If it were me, I would never be able to shoot so many arrows."
Liu Ling smiled and said, "You are also very powerful."
Liu Ling pointed to the horizontal sword that the young soldier had put aside. There were several gaps in the horizontal sword. There were still blood stains on the horizontal sword that had not been wiped off. Under the rising sun, the bloody horizontal sword shone brightly.
It emits a faint light, which is not cold or strange, but looks like the brilliance of the purest pearl.
Hearing Liu Ling's praise, the young soldier did not smile but became a little sad: "At first, I was very scared. I didn't dare to draw my sword or kill anyone. The captain said that you should treat those Khitans as coming to harm the people and crops.
If you don’t kill them, your brothers and sisters will suffer. The captain taught me how to kill people, but I didn’t dare to do it. He even kicked me and scolded me. The captain caught a Khitan man and held down his hands and feet.
I was asked to kill him, I was very scared, but I finally killed the Khitan man."
He wiped away his tears and smiled and said, "Now that I have learned how to kill, it's time for those wolf cubs to cry."
"Your corps commander... is a good soldier."
Liu Ling said.
The young soldier held his head high and his chest high: "Our corps commander was a good soldier and a man who stood upright... But he died. When I killed the first Khitan, when he looked at me and smiled, he
The Khitan people behind chopped off the head of the captain."
The young soldier bandaged Liu Ling's finger, then picked up the horizontal knife on the ground and stood up: "This is our captain's knife."
"I will use this knife to kill those Khitans and show it to the commander. Let the commander see it and he will see it!"
Liu Ling hummed and replied solemnly: "He will see it!"
The young soldier left and stood where he should be defending. Looking at the Khitan people gathering outside the city wall, his back was straight. Liu Ling could see that the young man's hand holding the knife was trembling slightly. Liu Ling believed that
What he holds is not fear and timidity, but hatred and courage.
Liu Ling looked at the half of the steamed bun left in his hand, smiled, and put it in his arms.
"Go get some more arrows."
Liu Ling ordered.
The soldier turned around and ran to get the arrow. At this time, Shengtu Yehu strode over. He bent down and saluted. There was also worry about Liu Ling that could not be hidden on his resolute face.
"Don't try to persuade me. If the time comes when I have to escape, I won't sit here and wait to die."
Liu Ling blocked the words that Sheng Tu Yehu had already spoken.
Shengtu Yehu hesitated and said, "One more thing... the cavalry from Shura Camp want to go up the city wall!"
Liu Ling was stunned for a moment, then waved his hand firmly and said: "No!"
"The infantry...can't hold on for another day!"
Shengtu Yehu gritted his teeth and said.
Liu Ling said categorically: "No! The mission of Shura Camp's four thousand heavy cavalry is not to go up the city wall to defend the city. They have what they should do!"
Shengtu Yehu gritted his teeth and said, "I beg you to go to the city!"
"No!"
Liu Ling looked at Shengtu Yehu's disappointed face and said: "Tell your cavalry to polish all the murderers. The reason why they are not allowed to go to the city is because good steel must be used on the blade, and they are useful."
It's time, now is not the time, as for you...just be patient, I guarantee that you will go into battle to kill the enemy today."
Shengtu Yehu knew that even if he knelt down to beg the prince, he would not agree to his request. He was the purest soldier, so he chose to accept the order. Standing up straight, Shengtu Yehu gave Liu Ling a solemn bow.
After giving a military salute, he turned around and left. Looking at Shengtu Yehu's tall back, Liu Ling could feel the grievance in his heart and the overwhelming fighting spirit in him. Shengtu Yehu was a pure soldier, so he endured it very hard.
But still enduring it.
Zhao Da waited for Sheng Tu Yehu to leave before coming over. Seeing that Liu Ling was fine, the solemn look on his face also faded a bit: "At most, half a stick of incense will last, and the Khitan offensive will come again. Your Majesty...
…Although gunpowder doesn’t bring much, if used earlier, can it reduce some casualties?”
Liu Ling shook his head: "There are only a few dozen gunpowder packets, and throwing them all away will not have much effect. The Khitan people cannot be frightened by dozens of gunpowder packets and dare not attack again, so they should save them for the most critical time."
"Then... I request the prince to go down to the city and rest for a while."
Liu Ling smiled and said: "Zhao Da, there is something you don't understand. If we can defend it, I will be safe on the city. If I can't defend it, will I be safe below the city? Don't worry, you know it.
, His Highness the King of Han is also a person who is afraid of death, and His Highness the King of Han still has many, many things that he has not accomplished, so he cannot die and will never die."
Liu Ling pointed to his nose and said, "His Royal Highness the King of Han said that you can stand by my side."
He paused and smiled and said: "I have already laid down a Zhu Sanqi from exhaustion and shot a dozen arrow pots empty. The Khitan people want to kill me and my teeth hurt. Zhu Sanqi is even more tired than me because he wants to
Be my human shield. Zhu Sanqi can no longer stand up, and you just happened to be here."
Zhao Da asked with a wry smile: "How many wounds did Zhu Sanqi have on his body when he was unconscious?"
Liu Ling said seriously: "I knew that a person like you who is afraid of death and pain would definitely ask this question, so I deliberately counted them. There are twenty-three wounds in total, thirteen knife wounds, six arrow wounds, and
There were wounds everywhere caused by maces.”
General Zhao placed Heng Dao beside him, sat down next to Liu Ling and said: "Zhu Sanqi is a bastard... Why did he hold on for so long! He is the new follower of the prince, and he can take twenty-three arrows before he falls."
Go down. I am an old man next to the prince. If I don’t hold on forty-six wounds before falling down, wouldn’t it be very shameful!”
Liu Ling smiled and said, "If you really suffered forty-six injuries, you wouldn't be able to save your face, let alone your face."
The two people were seizing the rare rest time to talk and laugh. The soldiers on the lookout shouted from not far away: "Be on guard! The Khitans are coming!" The warnings began to be passed on the city wall, and some Han people were sitting or lying down to rest.
The soldiers stood up one after another, picked up their weapons and looked outside the city. In the distance, the Khitan people who had feasted on the war meal had already assembled. They looked at the tens of thousands of troops rushing towards them again. Every Han soldier's
There was a faint but shocking feeling of determination to die on his face.
I don't know who yelled through the sky, cheering up the Han soldiers who were immersed in depression.
"It's time to eat!"
The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.
Come on, it’s time to eat!
Liu Ling lowered his head and looked at the finger that had been bandaged by the young soldier. A confident smile appeared on the corner of his mouth. Thinking of the little girl before and the tearful mother, Liu Ling held his hand tightly.
The soldiers brought a dozen more arrow pots, and hundreds of arrows lay there quietly, waiting for the moment to taste the blood of the Huns.
The dark Khitan people rushed over like crazy. They were promised that as long as they conquered Zhaozhou and captured Liu Ling, the king of Han Dynasty, they could end this damn war that was hated and resented in advance. Although many of their companions had died.
, but they will not retreat. Just like the Han army guards on the city wall, because they also see hope. Soldiers exist for war, but they do not live for war. No one wants to die, but on the battlefield
If you want to survive, you often have to work hard.
The heavy crossbows with few equipment on the Zhaozhou city wall began to turn around and aimed at the siege ram pushed by the Khitans. Last night, the Khitan siege ram was destroyed by the Han army's heavy crossbow. This siege ram must have been improvised.
They came out with a huge tree that was as thick as three people's arms. The city gate of Zhaozhou was not blocked because the defenders in the city knew that reinforcements would definitely come. Liu Mao had hoped for Liu Ling before, but Liu Ling is waiting now
Maoyuan. The only few continuous-fire fire ballistas are behind the city gate. Once the Khitans break open the city gate again, they will have to rely on the fire ballistas to suppress the Khitans back.
The heavy crossbow, which was more than three meters long and as thick as a thigh, roared out. It was unable to hit the Khitan's siege ram with one blow. However, the powerful heavy crossbow pierced more than a dozen people to death and then drew a shallow ravine on the ground.
It stopped and completed its flight mission. After the first test firing, the remaining heavy crossbows on the city wall began to adjust their angles. Then, the four heavy crossbows fired almost at the same time, slamming the battering ram fiercely.
The Khitan guarding the siege ram held a huge shield and blocked the two heavy crossbows. But the price paid was tragic. After the giant shield shattered, more than a dozen shield bearers were shot to death. The heavy crossbows were fired again.
It took a long time to reload, and the Khitan warrior who was pushing the cart took advantage of this opportunity to rush forward with all his strength.
The heavy battering ram pressed deep tracks on the ground, and blood slowly flowed into the trenches dug out, gradually filling the ruts. (To be continued)
