Chapter 1: Sword Sharpening (7)

"Abide by the order!" Han Chongyun agreed happily, rode his horse close to Ning Yanzhang, with the unique enthusiasm of a young man on his face.

He has been running around with his father all day long in recent times. It is rare to meet a playmate of the same age. Therefore, he found that the fat man was not very skilled in martial arts and had a slow reaction, so he secretly pleaded with his father, hoping that the latter would give Ning Yanzhang special care during the war. However, after hearing this, Han Pu gave him a lesson and refused to be at all.

He was already desperate and was about to find a way to give the fat man some protection within his ability. However, he never expected that his father was still soft-hearted and changed his mind at the last moment.

"Grandma, I raised a rabbit in the weasel's nest. What kind of evil did I, Han, have committed in my previous life?!" Looking at the joyful appearance of his son, Han Pu, the commander of Wuying Army, couldn't help but frown gently.

Of course, he would not take special care of Ning Yanzhang because of the newly-grown friendship between the two young men. In fact, in his eyes, the more than 6,000 green forest heroes under his command were all added together, and no young Xiaofei was the only one. Even if he was unfortunately defeated in this battle, even if he threw all his troops back to Taiyuan, he would definitely have made no mistakes.

But in front of the two armies, it was definitely not a good place to teach their sons. Soon, Han Pu's attention was attracted by the team from afar.

The soldiers on the opposite side were all wearing black clothes, and under the low red clouds, they were like a group of crows fighting for carrion. In the team, the wings, army, commanders, all levels of flag recognition were pressing on one side, layer by layer, and clearly hierarchical. (Note 1)

"The person who came is not a good person!" Wu Ruofu, the commander of the Wagang Camp, turned around and reminded him with some trepidation. He is an old corps, and the weight of a certain army can be seen at a glance.

"It's Han Youding, our old acquaintance. We fought with him ten years ago at the city of Luoyang!" Han Pu curled his lips and smiled and revealed. "The scout had told me it was him. I burned so much incense in front of the Buddha, and finally I hope to fight with him again!"

Ten years ago, he and Wu Ruofu were both the "Ten Generals" of the Imperial Guards under the tent of Li Congke, the last emperor of the Later Tang Dynasty. Han Youding was the "head" under the command of the rebel Zhao Yanshou. Both sides had fought fiercely outside Luoyang City for several days, and their battle robes were dyed red by the blood of the enemy and their own robes. Now that the "old friends" met again, Han Youding was already the general manager in commanding the troops, while he and Wu Ruofu were still wandering in the position of the cavalry, while the other became the robbers who occupied the mountain and became the king. (Note 1)

As the saying goes, when enemies meet, they are divided into jealousy. If Zhao Yanshou had not led the Khitans and joined forces with Shi Jingtang to destroy the Later Tang Dynasty, Wu Ruofu would not have been inappropriate to the officers of the long-term Imperial Guards and became the leader of the Wagang Village. And Han Pu himself, if he had not been able to serve in the "**" and surrendered to Liu Zhiyuan when he was desperate, he would not have been reused for so many years. He finally got a job as the commander, and he brought a group of bandits who had temporarily gathered together!

"Huh--!" As if the devil was exhaling, a violent gust of wind swept across the entire hill. Black feathered arrows poured onto the ridge from the foot of the mountain, and shot Chenzhou Camp, who was about to launch the third round of shooting.

"Ah--!" Tens of crossbowmen fell into a pool of blood, rolling and wailing. Scarlet plasma splattered around like a spring water through the thin leather armor.

The robes around were frightened by the sudden blow, and they didn't know whether to rescue their partners first or continue to shoot at the enemy. The leaders of all sizes and big and small with the heart of making achievements were pale, their eyes were straight, and their legs were trembling as if they were twitching...

"Huh--!" Another devil's breath sounded from the foot of the mountain. More black feathered arrows flew into the air and then quickly pounced down. Nearly one-third of the soldiers of Chenzhou camp fell into a pool of blood. The rest did not need anyone to remind him at all. He screamed and ran away!

"Supervising the team, clean up the front and strictly enforce military discipline!" Han Pu's face was not at all depressed. He raised his eyes and looked straight ahead of the team, shouting loudly.

Two hundred sword and shield soldiers he carefully selected quickly lined up and encountered a panicked defeated soldier, and then he stabbed him in the head.

"Ah--!" "Ah---!" "Give me a chance!" Screams were endless. Dozens of defeated soldiers who were lucky enough to die under the enemy's feather arrows turned into ghosts under the sword of the supervising team in a blink of an eye.

At this time, the shouts of emphasizing military discipline only sounded behind the supervision team. They were cold and hard, without any human emotion. "Go out of the front and withdraw from the base camp. Those who dared to shout and bump randomly will be killed without mercy!"

"Brothers, come here, come here! No, don't kill, don't kill! Please, don't, don't kill, don't attack our formation!" The leader of the Chenzhou camp, He Sanwei, rode a horse to the side of the supervision team, crying and shouting.

He dared not complain that Han Pu Xinhei had his own national laws and family rules. Even if he was a copycat, the escapees would not end well. But in this wave, the brothers who died were the brothers he had worked hard for many years, and two of them were his friends whom he had been together for eight breezes. The brothers and others thought they could make wealth together, but in the blink of an eye, they would be separated by yin and yang.

"Weichengying, Bailuying, Lingqiuying, all of them press forward and shoot the base with bows and arrows! Yanjinying, Jizhouying, raise shields to protect our formation!" Han Pu, the commander of the Wuying army, turned a deaf ear to the crying, and skillfully raised new signs.

The camp head, which was pointed at the name, quickly stepped forward, or raised a wooden shield of more than half a person to block the black feathered arrows flying from the bottom of the mountain. Or pulled out the horn bows, bamboo bows, and various single-person crossbows to shoot the arrows of revenge at the enemy.

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish..."

"call--!"

"Swoosh swish swish swish swish swish swish..."

"call--!"

Both sides went back and forth, and each other refused to give in. The sky above their heads also became light and dark.

In the mottled light and shadow, rows of minion soldiers fell down like wheat straw in the rainstorm, and blood quickly gathered into a stream and flowed down the hillside.

In the mottled light and shadow, clusters of black-clothed soldiers were lowered like reeds swept by the strong wind. Scarlet mist swept upwards, carried by the water vapor in the mountains, dyeing the morning sky red.

No one had time to count how many people on both sides died in battle at this moment? No one could predict when this face-to-face shooting would end. The archers on the mountain and down the mountain gritted their teeth and kept sending feather arrows into the air. They kept killing each other, or were killed by the other party!

Their arms have begun to tremble, and their eyes have become astringent and painful, but no one of them is willing to give up. They are all betting, gritting their teeth, betting that the other party will collapse earlier than themselves and run away one step earlier than themselves.

Maybe it's just half a quarter of an hour.

For both the enemy and us, it is as long as thousands of years.

Finally, the dark clouds in the sky could no longer stand the bloody smell that swayed on the ground. Suddenly, "hula" scattered everywhere. Ten thousand rays of light suddenly shot down from the top of their heads, burning everyone present's eyes.

The black rain of arrows suddenly stopped, and the low horn sounded again, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo

The black team slowly retreated, leaving hundreds of dead bodies.

"Wuwuwu, wuwuwuwuwu-!" There were also sobs of sobs and sounds of the whimpering corners. Weichengying, Bailuying, Lingqiuying, Yanjinying, Jizhouying, the heroes who had just turned from a green forest hero to a Han army also slowly retreated, leaving behind a dazzling red.

The first round of temptation is over.

Today's killing has just begun.

Note 1: During the Five Dynasties, because the dynasties changed too quickly, the Han and Hu were mixed. Therefore, the military system was also extremely chaotic. Generally speaking, the Jiedushi had a cavalry or infantry, and the left and right sides were set up under the cavalry and infantry. Under the wings, the "No. 1" or "* Army" were set up. Under the army, command was set up; under the command, "Du", "Du" was set up, or "Shi". However, in each dynasty and each Jiedushi were not unified and the changes were drastically.
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