Dandere General and his Lord

He was wounded in many places, and his movements had begun to slow down.

He wiped his face and looked back in the gap of blood, the position behind him was already in chaos.

Yang Sheng has fought so many battles, and this is the first time he has encountered such a fierce enemy.

The line of defense he had worked so hard to set up showed signs of collapsing in a short period of time.

Maybe the next time the enemy charges, it will break through from here.

The waist knife in Yang Sheng's hand was soaked in the enemy's blood, and it was almost too sticky to hold.

He threw off the knife in his hand, turned over and picked up a machete from Quan Rong's corpse and held it in front of him.

I can't let you live even if I die here!

A dark iron lance struck with the sound of the wind, and Yang Sheng raised his sword.

The strength of the iron lance was too great, and it took him, who was seriously injured, to the ground.

Yang Sheng rolled on the spot and wanted to stand up.

Several spear tips flashing with cold light were already in front of his eyes.

The Great General of the Quan Rong, Wei Mingshan, rode on a majestic war horse, looked down at him, and said coldly: Tie it up, tie it in front of the formation, and break through in one fell swoop!

At this moment, the surrounding camp is lit up with leq's little sparks,

In an instant, more and more were gathered.

Countless soldiers holding torches appeared on the surrounding highlands, and they surrounded it tightly.

Where the flames flickered, the men and horses separated, and a black-robed general emerged, who was Mo Qiaosheng.

General Wei, I've looked up to him for a long time. Mo Qiaosheng said.

Wei Mingshan's eyes were red, and he looked up at the enemy standing at a high place. His jaw clenched, his masseter muscles twitching.

He knew that this battle, he had lost.

Even if he was able to break out of the siege, the 5,000 soldiers around him would not be able to survive.

He pulled out the long knife from his waist and put it on Yang Sheng's neck.

Before desperately rushing into battle, he would use the enemy's blood sacrifice flag.

Wait a minute, General Wei, if you don't go down, there is still room between you and me. If you do it, we will only fight for life and death. The black figure immediately above the high hill opened his mouth. Speak cold words.

Wei Mingshan sneered: If you make way, I will let him go.

Even if I let go of a road, you have nowhere else to go. Mo Qiaosheng spoke calmly.

He was talking, and the Jin army was silent.

Only the occasional crackling of sparks from the torches could be heard in the night.

The flickering firelight cast light and dark shadows on the young face.

The man spit out words that made Weimingshan's heart fall into the ice cave.

As soon as you left the city of Zhengzhou, General Helan and General Yu of our army have already raised their troops to attack the city.

The two generals you stayed in the city of Zhengzhou are not as patient as you. When I arrived, I heard that the two of them rushed out of the city to meet the enemy without hesitation. By this time, maybe Zhengzhou They have already been captured by my Dajin.

As if verifying his words, there was a huge roar in the direction of Zhengzhou City.

Then, there was a faint fire on the other side of the sky.

It was the sound of a car crashing against the city gate.

If it weren't for the reckless guards, the enemy's car would not have reached the city gate in such a short period of time.

Huge sounds came in waves, knocking on Weimingshan's heart one after another.

Although I am the enemy of the general, I have always respected the general. I know that the general went out of the city this time, not to escape.

Mo guessed in his heart that the general wanted to divert our troops. Second, he wanted to go to the nearest Zhaiyang or Xingyang to ask for help. Mo Qiaosheng's words were woven into the roar that came from far away. in the sound.

It's ridiculous that although Mo is clear in his heart, the general's lord in Nagaojing probably won't think so. He will only blame you for fleeing privately with the army and losing Zhengzhou. This is a serious crime. , do you still have to fight your way out of this siege and return to Haojing to lead your neck and die?

Every word of Mo Qiaosheng was inserted into the most painful part of Weimingshan's heart.

He is from Xirong, and the country of the Han people cannot accommodate him. And Xirong Chaotang has no place for him.

Although the world is big, there is no place for him.

My lord of Dajin is a monarch with a heart like a sea, as long as you are willing to surrender to my Dajin. I can guarantee that the general's talents can be better displayed, and at the same time, I swear that I will never hurt the lives of your soldiers.

I'm an alien, how can the Marquis of Jinyue accept me? Wei Mingshan snorted coldly.

Mo Qiaosheng took out his saber and stroked his arm without hesitation.

He raised his hand, and red blood dripped from the air.

Our blood is the same as your Xirong people. It's all red, and there is no difference. The so-called aliens are just an idea in your own mind, General Wei.

I used to be a slave. In the eyes of the Han people, a slave is not even a person.

But my lord never cares about your background. In her eyes, she only sees your ability and your loyalty, and will never suspect you at will because of your status.

Wei Mingshan's blade slowly lowered, leaving Yang Sheng's throat little by little.

The author has something to say: Mo Qiaosheng: Yang Sheng, in order to catch you, I said the most words in my life.

Yang Sheng: Thank you old iron, from now on

After that my life is old iron.

Chapter 79

Wei Mingshan lowered the knife in his hand, the General Quan Rong, who had experienced countless blood and rain, showed a look of loss on his face.

It's very rare that rulers and ministers can trust each other and not be suspicious of each other. Wei Mingshan looked at the enemy surrounded by the torches, who was slowly riding his horse down from the dark hill.

He sighed, General Mo, I'm not as lucky as you.

Mo Qiaosheng frowned, he had a hunch that things weren't going so well.

Sure enough, Wei Mingshan lifted Yang Sheng, who was bound by ropes, onto the horse's back, glanced at Mo Qiaosheng through the firelight, and said loudly,

You and I have deep grievances, and I will never be a Hanchen.

His blade pointed forward: Breakthrough!

The Western Rong warriors surrounded Weiming Mountain tightly and quickly assembled into a conical formation.

Everyone rode the iron cavalry, raised the machete, and charged towards the heavy encirclement without fear of death.

...

When the sky was bright, the smoke of the battlefield gradually stopped.

The flag of Jin State was finally planted on the top of the city of Zhengzhou.

At this time, the city gates were wide open, and the dàngdàng warriors of the Jin Kingdom, with a heroic stride of a victor, drove into this huge devastated city.

The thick fog spreads in the clear field,

A land soaked in blood after the war. Countless stumps and broken arms are piled up.

Whether it is an enemy or a comrade-in-arms, at this moment, there is no difference into a lifeless corpse.

The soldiers who cleaned up the battlefield walked back and forth between the messy battlefields after the war. Occasionally, when they found an enemy who was still alive, they raised the spear in their hand and gave it a ruthless supply.

With a soft sound of porphyry, a puddle of blood spattered, and a life was mercilessly harvested.

They cut off the enemy's heads one by one, and stacked them neatly in a tower at the gate of the city.

Of course, the heads collected afterwards can only be counted as collective merit.

The heads harvested by individuals on the battlefield have been recorded by secretaries and officials who have followed the battle. The registration and verification have been completed on the spot, and they are uniformly placed in the area belonging to their own square at the gate of the city.

The morning mist drifted away and wandered around. Under the city wall that had just experienced the fire of war, the bloody towers were neatly tired, showing everyone the achievements of different formations.

Those bloody, unrecognizable heads made the residents of Zhengzhou City and the surrendered enemies tremble with fear.

But it made the soldiers of Jin State beaming with joy.

They even stood in groups of threes and fives beside the head tower belonging to their own formation, excitedly discussing last night's great victory, while silently counting the land and title they could get this time with their fingers.

Yang Luhou sat in his camp.

The post-war camp was a mess.

Occasionally, there were a few soldiers who supported their injured companions, straddling the mountains of corpses and walking out.

Last night, this was one of the most brutal areas.

The enemy general Wei Mingshan led 5,000 spirits in an attempt to break out of the siege, but was surrounded by the ink army.

The Quanrong cavalry charged fiercely without fear of death, leaving thousands of corpses, and in the end only a small number of people broke through.

For everyone else, it's a big win to celebrate.

But for Yang Luhou, and their brothers who came from slave camps together, they lost the most important person.