"General Huang may not be able to hold on any longer." Chunyucen said worriedly.
Lu Guangda shook his head: "Huang Wan will definitely ask for the next attack."
To Lu Quanda, Huang Wan was considered a junior, so he called him by his first name.
"Why is this?" Chunyu Cen was startled for a moment. Among the several children in Chunyu's family, he was the most outstanding, otherwise he would not have been trained by Chun Yuliang, but he did not react at this time.
"It's not easy for him to get a chance to play forward, and he won't give it up." Lu Quanda said decisively. As expected, drums were beating in front of him, and groups of soldiers gathered again.
Huang Wan is in this position not because of his many military exploits, but because of his contribution to leading Huaixi troops to join Li Xinchen. Therefore, Huang Wan's position is actually due to him.
His father left him an inheritance, so Huang Wan wanted to prove himself through a real victory.
In contrast, Lu Guangda and Chun Yucen both have a chance to play.
Chunyucen nodded slightly and was not in a hurry to mobilize the troops.
At this time, on the other side of the Qishui River, Huang Wan had been hit by an arrow on his shoulder. Several guards were anxious to drag him down, but Huang Wan reached out and stopped them: "Leave me alone, keep rushing forward, move forward quickly."
rush!"
"Protect the Major General and retreat first!" the elderly guard captain shouted loudly. He was an old man from the Huang Fazhu era, so he naturally called Huang Wan differently.
Huang Wan gritted his teeth, grabbed the arrow shaft and broke it off directly: "Uncle Jiang, I won't leave!"
As a general, once he retreats, the impact on morale will be fatal.
If you can't reach it, you will die here. How can a general be afraid of death?
"Don't worry, Major General. Even if I risk my life, I will help the Major General defeat the enemy!" The captain of the personal guard, known as Uncle Jiang, yelled, "My sons, follow me and kill the enemy!"
"We're not leaving!" Huang Wan grabbed his general flag and planted it heavily on the ground. Even if it was difficult for him to take a step forward, he would not take another step back. With so many subordinates, there were even some
All the sons who had worked for the Huang family when his father was still alive had fallen, and he had no reason to persuade him to take even one step back.
"Big Han!" The Han soldiers in the front row also shouted.
"Big man!" Up and down the hillside, and even on both sides of the Qishui River, countless soldiers shouted loudly, not only for themselves, but also for the robes who died in the battle, and for the brothers who rushed to the front against the enemy's arrows.
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Xiao Shilian stood on a hillside on the other side of Qishui River, watching Huang Wan move the flag from motionless to moving forward, and finally set it up on the hillside.
Hearing the shouts, he wished he could grab his sword and spear and rush into the advancing troops. These soldiers from all over the world seemed to have really merged into one whole in this cruel battle.
They no longer belong to the south or the north, Jiangnan or Bashu, but belong to the Han Dynasty.
At this time, on the hillside, Huang Wan had already asked his personal guards to rush up the hillside with his general flag, and he rushed up after hastily bandaging a few wounds. The enemy was being gradually removed from here.
Rush down to the gap in the mountain saddle.
The captain of the personal guard, Uncle Jiang, saw Huang Wan coming up and was about to speak when a roar suddenly came. The arrow hit his chest accurately.
"Uncle Jiang!" Huang Wan shouted in shock.
The old man fell on his back, and several guards rushed forward to support him. The helmet fell to the ground, and his white hair spread out in the wind.
"Young General!" Blood flowed uncontrollably from the corner of Uncle Jiang's mouth. It was obvious that the arrow had hurt his heart.
"Uncle Jiang, don't move, don't move!" Huang Wan hurriedly tried to untie the soldier's armor.
"No need," perhaps because speaking is a kind of torture, Uncle Jiang forced a smile, his voice lowered a lot, "Seeing the young general working hard, so-and-so is very pleased. The old general and the old general are under the spring
He must also be lonely. So-and-so can just go and accompany him and tell him the news. Twenty years ago, we never thought that one day we would be able to walk to this place, Major General. I'm sorry."
The last "I'm sorry" has been as light as a flowing cloud, dispersing with the wind.
"Uncle Jiang!" Huang Wan cried loudly and fell on the old man's chest.
The soldiers beside him also stopped quietly and looked at the white-haired old man.
This may be just an ordinary old man who has been in the army for many years. He has no generals and can only serve as a guard captain, but his figure is not their figure? From the hillside to the bank of Qishui, under Nanyang City
, along the way, how many brothers Paoze fell?
Some of them may have no regrets, but more of them are unwilling and regretful.
"We cannot let the blood of Paoze who died in the battle be shed in vain!" At this time, several chief clerks and Sima in the crowd shouted loudly, "Kill the enemy!"
"Kill the enemy!"
Countless soldiers shouted again, with bright eyes, looking past the flags and the crowd to the northwest.
The avenue has opened in front of you, and if you continue forward, you will reach Wuguan!
"The Huangwan Department cleaned the battlefield and reorganized it for half a day. With the Lu Guangda Department as the vanguard, we continued to advance!" Xiao Shilian also gave the order decisively.
At this time, time is life!
There is no room for hesitation for even a moment.
"General, the Southern Barbarians have gone completely crazy!"
On Wuguan City, the Northern Zhou general, covered in blood, knelt on the ground and argued hard.
"This is not the reason why you didn't last two days in Qishui!" He Ruobi said coldly, "Come here, drag him out and kill him!"
"promise!"
"General, have mercy on me, general, have mercy on me!" The general struggled desperately, but this struggle seemed to be in vain.
The senior officer next to him waited until the general was dragged down and then said in a deep voice: "I'm afraid Xiao Shilian is really crazy."
"What can we do if we go crazy? We must stop them at Wuguan." He Ruobi smiled bitterly. The screams outside had stopped, and the generals were also silent. Apparently He Ruobi's thunderous methods surprised them.
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"Can you stop it?" Gao couldn't help but asked worriedly.
This is probably the question on most people’s minds now.
Although Xiao Shilian's attack pace was not very fast, the Northern Zhou Dynasty hardly organized any long-term resistance along the way. The longest resistance was even from the abandoned man in Nanyang City, but it only lasted two and a half days.
Based on this calculation, can Wuguan really block the enemy?
"After Wuguan, do we still have a way out?" He Ruobi asked rhetorically.
Shangluo? Lantian?
Gao mentally rejected these two places.
"We must buy time for King Sui," He Ruobi said solemnly, "Every moment we hold on to Wuguan is buying time for King Sui. Time is life."