Comrades

Author: Add coriander to crucian carp soup

Comrades

"Brother Tong, all these 10 attribute points will be added to the commander."

Zhongping leaned over and placed his hands on the city wall, his eyes sore that he didn't dare to close them.

The previous rockets indeed prevented the construction of the flying bridge, but the corpses of the dead soldiers were piled between the trenches, filling half of the trenches.

Seeing that the arrow rain had stopped, Fan Chou tightened his reins and shouted: "The front army attacks, the center army presses forward!"

The front army was basically composed of Luoyang soldiers. Fan Chou gave this order, and there was a commotion in the ranks.

The soldiers all knew that the front army charged to fill the trenches, but the Chinese army quickly pressed behind the front army, forcing the front army to advance.

"One more shot, are you all ready?"

Zhongping turned around and looked at the young and old soldiers holding swords. He tried hard to remember every face in front of him.

Among these people are sons, fathers, and grandfathers.

Those who followed him were never soldiers, but families.

A heavy responsibility weighed on his heart. Zhongping had a lot to say, but in the end he just remained silent.

Arrows rained down, and Luoyang soldiers fell in pieces. Under the suppression of the Chinese army, the soldiers behind had to step on the corpses on the ground and continue to rush forward.

Blood seeped into the soil, dyeing the dark land red.

The moat was gradually filled with a passage, and the tall suspension bridge was lowered.

A flag was tied to Zhongping's body. He raised the sword in his right hand high and shouted with all his strength: "Everyone, are you willing to charge with Ping?!"

"I am willing to advance and retreat together with the young master!" The uniform response echoed through the sky.

Zhong Ping's heart was filled with passion, and he rushed out of the city gate at the head of the army. The horses under him looked up to the sky and roared. The flag behind him flew in the wind: "Defend the home and the people, and we will never retreat until we die!"

"Protect the home and the people! Fight to the death!" The Chang'an garrison followed closely behind the fluttering flag and collided with Fan Chou's army.

Fang Meng kept slashing with the big sword in his hand, and Xiliang troops poured into the battlefield like a tide. A thick layer of blood stains had accumulated on Fang Meng's clothes and armor.

The long and sharp blow made his arm numb, and he could hardly hold the handle of the knife.

The Xiliang soldiers surrounded Fang Meng with eager eyes. The strength of the two sides was so different that each Chang'an soldier had to face more than a dozen Xiliang soldiers, and even those who were exhausted would be killed alive.

"careful!"

Thongpei gripped the hilt of the sword, used the galloping momentum of the horse to put all his strength on his right hand, and threw it with all his strength.

Blood mixed with meat splashed on Zhongpei's face. He lay on the horse and panted, and stretched out his hand toward the ground.

It turns out that a force value of 30 can also kill people...

Fang Meng's thick black hand grasped Zhong Ping's palm, and the moment he stood up, a spear pierced his chest.

!!!

"..." Zhongping's eyes widened. He wanted to shout, but his voice was stuck in his chest and could not escape from his throat no matter what.

"Young Master..." Fang Meng held Zhong Ping's hand. He still maintained his standing posture, looking blankly at the tip of the gun on his chest, and the light in his eyes dimmed little by little.

The sweat-soaked sword fell to the ground.

Zhongpei's mouth was filled with the smell of blood, and he stared at the spear.

Zhang Ji shook his spear and threw Fang Meng's body to the ground. He looked at Zhongping on the horse and said in an almost provocative tone, "Come and fight!"

He could never forget the humiliation of being captured by Tanehira before. The first time, Tanehira was lucky enough to escape his attack. He didn't think Tanehira could survive from him this time.

A scholar may be killed but not humiliated. The humiliation of the past must be repaid today!

The seed surface was as heavy as water. He swallowed the blood that surged up in his throat, directly pulled out the flag from behind, and used the flagpole as a sword to chop it down towards Zhang Ji.

Zhang Ji clamped the horse's belly tightly, and easily avoided Zhongping's blow with his waist. At the same time, he raised the spear in his hand, and the tip of the spear rotated with his wrist, and he fired a feint.

Zhongping didn't defend at all, and hit Zhang Ji with the flagpole in his hand quickly and hard.

Zhang Ji wanted to capture Zhongping alive as a hostage, so he ordered the city gate guards to give up resistance and open the city gate.

Not wanting Zhong Ping to attack regardless of life or death, Zhang Ji withdrew the spear in his hand, almost dislocating the tendons in his right shoulder.

Every inch is longer and every inch is stronger, and every inch is shorter and every inch is more dangerous. The two of them fought against each other. At the beginning, Zhang Ji was far away from him. Naturally, the spear had the advantage. His attack range was large enough and he could attack the opponent in advance.

However, Zhongping fought desperately and fiercely. Unknowingly, their positions shrank closer, making it difficult for Zhang Ji to use his marksmanship.

Moreover, the horse is young and short, and the horse is more docile. At this time, the man and horse cooperate, and the offensive is more flexible.

He was momentarily suppressed by Zhong Ping's fighting style. Zhang Ji suddenly turned sideways and swept his spear across, intending to knock Zhong Ping off his horse.

The war horse beneath Zhong Ping happened to step on a boulder covered in blood.

The war horse whined and neighed, its hind hooves slipped, and Zhong Ping lost his balance and fell down, dodging Zhang Ji's spear.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Ji's forehead.

This guy is so evil... Is he too strong in martial arts but deliberately pretending not to know how to use martial arts, just to play with me, or is he really not good at martial arts and it's all about luck?

No, how can there be such a lucky person in this world? It’s not like he is blessed by God...

Uh-huh???

Could it be said that this is a sign that God is also on the side of the emperor and we will definitely lose?

The fear of being dominated by Zhongping once again came to his mind, and Zhang Ji began to panic. He put aside the bloodbath and humiliation and walked away.

Zhongpei picked up the long sword on the ground, and the fire in his heart burned his reason. Maybe the 20 commander value had an effect. It took him a while to suppress the surging emotions in his heart.

If you attack a city, you must take it out, and if you fight in the field, you must defeat it. This is the job of a general.

The commander of an army should put the overall situation first.

Zhong Ping stared at Zhang Ji. Since he would not die, he would let the battlefield become more chaotic. At this moment, the only way to make the next plan was to disrupt his army's formation and defeat its morale.

When Zhang Ji heard the sound of horse hooves coming from behind, everyone was stunned. Why did this guy bite me and not let go? Is he really not afraid of death?!

Does he really have something to rely on?!

Impossible, absolutely impossible!

How old is he this year? He couldn't have been practicing martial arts since he was born, right?!

The archers on the city were holding bows and arrows. On the battlefield where the soldiers were fighting, Zhang and Fan flags were like a ferocious beast, constantly approaching the city gate.

The thousands of Chang'an guards who came out of the city to fight were as small as ants in front of this giant beast.

Can we really hold Chang'an?

The soldiers on the city held their weapons in their hands and felt shaken for a moment.

Zhongping waved the flagpole, and the black and red flags stretched out in the wind, making a hunting sound. He raised his upper body, almost half standing on the horse, and followed Zhang Ji closely.

If nothing else is said, I will just keep an eye on Zhang Ji. Even with the added health lock, can I still not figure out Zhang Ji’s mentality?

As long as Zhang Ji is defeated, my plan will succeed!

In addition to this time, Zhang Ji has been defeated by Zhong Ping three times and successfully escaped three times.

Zhongping didn't believe that Fan Chou didn't have any doubts about Zhang Ji.

As long as Fan Chou has a grudge against Zhang Ji, Zhang Ji's repeated escapes will become an accelerator for the split and confrontation between the two of them.

Zhang Ji was chased by Zhong Ping and fled in panic. Some Xiliang troops who were unaware of the situation saw a Chang'an banner following one of the generals, thinking that their army had been defeated, so they also fled.

When several Luoyang soldiers in the front army saw this, they looked at each other and immediately shouted: "General Fan is defeated! Brothers, retreat quickly!"

Chaos has arisen on the battlefield.

More and more Luoyang soldiers followed the shouting. They had been waiting for this day for a long time. The soldiers who had been captured by Zhongping took the opportunity to publicize:

If we turn from darkness to light at this moment, His Majesty will not only not hold us accountable for our crimes, but will also give me travel expenses and send me home.

After the two-sided cake was drawn, most of the Luoyang soldiers turned their backs and took advantage of the commotion to either escape or counterattack and kill the Xiliang army.

The Xiliang army was shocked by the news of their defeat. Before they could recover, their comrades raised their butcher's knives and were instantly routed.

Viewed from the city wall, the "behemoths" below the city seemed to have been disrupted by one man and scattered in all directions.

"Protect our home and people and never retreat until we die!"

I don’t know who started shouting first. The soldiers on the city looked at the flag in the battlefield that represented the location of Zhongping with reverence, and shouted at the top of their lungs: "Defend the home and the people! I will never retreat until I die!"

The soldiers who were still fighting fiercely under the city were filled with excitement, and their tired bodies seemed to be filled with strength again: "Protect our homes and people, and we will never retreat until we die!"

They once again raised their swords and charged towards the Xiliang army. The flat ground in front of them was like a flag, motivating them to fight forward.

The Xiliang army is nothing more than that.
Chapter completed!