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Chapter 509: The Last Bravery (asking for monthly ticket)

The world is vast and flat, and all things are growing and thriving.

The eagle flew across the sky, then folded its wings, broke through the layers of sea of ​​clouds, and landed on the earth.

After the clouds completely dispersed, what appeared in the sight of the divine eagle was a flag that was like a spear, tearing through the sky and pointing at the sky.

The camps are spread out in all directions with the largest flag as the center. The layout of these camps vaguely fits in with the ancient Bagua Qimen, but besides the mysterious aura, it also reveals a kind of eerie murderous aura peculiar to military strategists.

Solemn and cold.

Majestic and solemn.

The divine eagle flapped its wings, and after a loud eagle cry, it lowered its altitude and flew over the solemn army formation at a very close distance to the ground. What could be seen before their eyes were warriors holding spears, and elite soldiers wearing ink-colored Central Plains armor, patrolling in groups of five.

They are the heroic and majestic heavily armored cavalry, the heavy cavalry of Yue Family Army with a faint murderous aura.

The world's top military might is unfolding before your eyes.

The divine eagle felt the solemn and murderous aura blowing towards it, and it felt relaxed. It let out a long cry, flapped its wings, and soared into the sky. Its vision turned upside down, from the solemn and majestic army, to the brave and calm generals, and finally to the base camp, the sky, and the huge banner that pierced the sky.

It flapped its wings again and finally flew to the highest point of the flag.

The condor grabbed the horizontal bar of the banner with one claw.

The crimson banner rolled down, and the red unicorn cloud pattern surged between heaven and earth.

The divine eagle's gaze fell, and in the center of the military camp, Li Guanyi, wearing armor, was looking through the intelligence. This place was only a hundred miles away from Zhenbei City, which was already very close. These towns outside Zhenbei City, facing the aggressive Qilin Army, had no intention of resisting at all and surrendered at the sight of it.

The Qilin Army had pacified the entire Chen State in just over a year, and no one dared to fight.

In an almost relaxed manner, he arrived near Zhenbei City.

Li Guanyi personally led the army, ready to fight at any time. He was determined to fight for his parents' hatred and would not give up.

The same was true for Chen Wenmian. He was originally leading the Canglang Guard heavy cavalry as one of the five armies. When Li Guanyi led his army to approach Zhenbei City, Chen Wenmian took the initiative to lead his army to catch up, wanting to join forces with Li Guanyi to attack Chen Dingye together.

For Chen Wenmian, the tragedy of his parents, especially his mother's pain in those ten years and her final self-immolation to find relief, were all caused by Chen Dingye. He was his nominal father in the first ten years of his life, but also his true enemy.

If a child cannot avenge his parents, how can he stand between heaven and earth?

The Canglang Guards are willing to serve as the vanguard.

Li Guanyi looked at the stern appearance of Chen Wenmian, who was usually gentle and mellow, and could not say no, nor would he refuse, so he agreed. Li Guanyi himself and Chen Wenmian would form the final army to attack Chen Dingye.

Zhenbei City is the most important fortress in the world. It was founded by Siming, the strongest clan of the Yin-Yang School over the past hundreds of years, and designed by the Mohist master three hundred years ago. Over the past few hundred years, it has always been the strongest defense of the State of Chen and has almost never been breached by a direct attack.

But old Siming is still there, and Pang Shuiyun also left a backup plan in Zhenbei City.

When Chen Dingye returned, he dealt with Pang Shuiyun's backup plan.

But he did not have the ability to tear down Zhenbei City and rebuild it. The most basic design of this most majestic fortress in the world was no different from that three hundred years ago. This time, Li Guanyi directly invited Lao Siming to the front-line army.

He planned to completely capture this stronghold of Chen State under the guidance of the designer of Zhenbei City, completely unify Chen State, avenge his parents, advance all the way and be invincible. However, just yesterday, urgent military intelligence was transmitted back from the scout camp in the front.

Li Guanyi personally called back Chen Wenmian, the general of the vanguard army.

He handed the intelligence to him and asked him to go and take a look. After Chen Wenmian read the military situation on the front line, he looked gloomy and did not speak for a long time.

Li Guanyi said: "A big battle broke out in Zhenbei City."

Even if the Great Khan of the Turks wanted to cover up and wanted to blind Li Guanyi's eyes with the pretext that "the Steppe Turks are forming an alliance with all four parties", this war was too direct and too tragic.

There's no way to hide it.

After the war broke out, intelligence was transmitted at an extremely fast speed, and it was difficult for outsiders to see clearly what happened.

Perhaps there was internal strife during the alliance.

Or maybe they had already prepared a trap for each other.

In short, there are many possibilities, but the results are clear and obvious enough.

The Chen State's heavy armored corps with sickle spears and the Turkic Iron Pagoda engaged in a fierce hand-to-hand combat thirty miles outside Zhenbei City.

The Iron Pagodas lost their heavy armor, and after riding on the dragon horses, they had high mobility and terrifying impact force. They fought with the heavily armored soldiers with sickle spears in close range, using their own weaknesses to attack the enemy's strengths. Countless Iron Pagodas had their knees and ankles hooked by the sickle spears, lost their balance and fell to the ground.

Then, the light-armored soldiers of the State of Chen, who were good at ground skills, forcibly lifted up his visor and stabbed his face with a dagger.

No one knows how many sickle-wielding spearmen and night-riding cavalrymen were brutally killed by Tiefutu and died outside Zhenbei City, their blood staining the earth.

After thousands of guards around the mountain temple engaged in the fighting, the armies of both sides, which were ten miles away from this place, noticed the abnormality and immediately started all operations.

Whether it is Chen Dingye or the Great Khan, they are both powerful men with extremely strong forces under their command. There are many things involved, and it is impossible for them to completely perish because of a short encounter.

How can the death of a hero be lonely and unknown?

Eventually, a brutal battle involving tens of thousands of people broke out around the area where the mountain temple was located. Corpses were scattered all over the ground, and the murderous aura was overwhelming. The smell of blood lingered for several days, seeping into the rocks and the land, turning the rocks red and not fading.

Chen Wenmian looked at the information, and it was hard to tell what emotion was on his face. After a long time, he put the file down and said, "Brother."

"What was the final outcome of the battle?"

Li Guanyi whistled, and the divine eagle standing on the highest point of the banner folded its wings and fell like an arrow, landing on Li Guanyi's shoulder.

Li Guanyi took out some dried meat torn into strips from the small pocket beside him. The meat was mixed with chili peppers and cumin seeds to add more flavor. Xiangrui Feiying ate it happily.

It likes spicy taste.

After eating a lot of meat sticks.

He lowered his head and drank in big gulps at the place prepared by Li Guanyi. After he was full of wine and meat, he exhaled a breath and felt satisfied.

Cool!!.

That black and white ball and that unicorn cat are right.

This is what Xiangrui should do!
What a hard life we ​​lived in the past!

Instead of hunting prey and eating raw meat in the lonely and vast grassland, it is better to fly a little and get the jerky that is specially cut into strips and dried with various flavors from humans.

On the grassland, Xiangrui, who was free, brave, unrestrained and unconstrained, gradually got used to this kind of life.

He suddenly realized!

This is the life that Xiangrui should have!
Who wants to fly around on the grassland to hunt prey? It smells fishy!

Big Brother Chilong, you should have told me earlier!

If you had told me earlier that Xiangrui was having such a good time, wouldn't I have come earlier?! Is it necessary to resort to knives and guns and fight to the death?
The Eagle smacked his lips and said, "He's not dead. The Great Khan broke through. I saw it. He has very strong martial arts skills. Although he was badly injured in the explosion, he didn't survive..."

From the description of the Divine Eagle and the textual description of the front-line intelligence, we can roughly restore the tragic battlefield of that day. Chen Dingye seemed to be trying to control the Turkic Khan with formations or some other power.

But the Great Khan broke through at all costs and tore the formation apart.

In a way that lived up to the name and means of the Second Divine General, he successfully led the crowd to break out.

Therefore, Chen Dingye did not die in the self-destructive explosion of the formation. However, when the Turkic Khan led his troops to tear them out, Chen Dingye still chose to lead his troops out even though he was seriously injured.

The 200,000-strong army of Zhenbei City rushed out of the city like crazy and bit the tail of the Turkic army tightly, making it impossible for the other side to shake off. Once the Turkic army tried to shake off the Chen army, they would launch an attack.

If the Turkic Khan was desperate, he would march straight in and occupy the Turkic settlements.

It is the fighting method of a venomous snake, cold and deadly, a maggot on the tarsal bone.

The Great Khan had to turn his troops back.

The Turkic Khan, who was skilled in high-speed cavalry assault tactics, was like being bitten by a poisonous snake. He was dragged into the battlefield swamp by Chen Dingye and the last 200,000 elite soldiers of the Chen State at the cost of his blood and flesh, and he could not escape.

Li Guanyi later sent out scouts to investigate Zhenbei City. When they returned, the scouts were overjoyed and said that there was almost no defense outside Zhenbei City.

Originally, outside Zhenbei City, facing the direction of King Qin, Chen Dingye had deployed layers of defensive measures and had elite soldiers and generals patrolling every day. It seemed that he was planning to have a final battle with Li Guanyi and the Qilin Army.

But when the scouts went to check, they found that all the soldiers there had been transferred away.

Although the rear was not completely defenseless, the limited military force was almost useless when facing the Qilin Army of the Tiance Mansion.

Li Guanyi asked, "Where did Chen Dingye take the troops that were used to guard against us?"

The scout was silent for a moment, then replied, "He seems to have put all his forces into the battle against the Turks."

"There is no defense at all for us in the rear and in the direction of Yingguo."

"Some of our brothers were brave enough to charge into Zhenbei City and ask the villagers. The villagers were also surprised and asked if we had broken in. Then we went to the city walls and saw that even the crossbows that were originally used to defend against heavy cavalry charges had been dismantled and taken away."

"We estimate according to the knowledge taught by General Fan Qing."

"Even Zhenbei City is not an obstacle in this completely undefended situation. It only takes a few thousand people to break through the world's most powerful city at this moment."

Li Guanyi's expression was complicated.

All troops from all directions were transferred and sent to fight against the Turks.

Wen He proposed a military strategy:

If the King of Qin and the Tian Ce Palace took advantage of this opportunity to lead their troops forward and attack the Zhenbei City gate of the Chen State, they would be able to easily break through this first pass that had not been broken in three hundred years, and then turn the tables and sit in Zhenbei City.

Occupy the home opposite first.

By then, Chen Dingye would have to confront the heavy cavalry of the steppe Turks, and would certainly not have the energy or strength to resist the Qin Wang Qilin Army coming from another direction.

With such attacks from both sides, Chen Dingye could be easily crushed.

Old Siming tilted his head back to drink, wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth casually, glanced at Li Guanyi, and asked with a smile: "So, kid, with such a good opportunity, why are you so fussy?!"

"That tyrant Chen Dingye has a deep blood feud with you. To be honest, you should take advantage of his weakness to kill him. At this point, what's the point of talking about the code of conduct? You should just kill that guy first, right?"

"Chen Dingye's rear is empty now, it's time to give him a ruthless blow."

"That's it. Listen to me, old man. Chen Wenmian's Canglang Guard will be the vanguard, and your Qilin Guard will follow. We will use all our strength, including the elite soldiers and heavily armored cavalry, to charge Chen Dingye from behind. That boy will die!"

The King of Qin just looked at the vast sky and pondered for a long time.

The Jiuzhou Cauldron roared, and the divine power was hidden in the pupils.

He saw that between heaven and earth, waves of vast and murderous auras of war rose into the sky, colliding with each other. Even at such a great distance, he could still feel the fierce aura and hear the sound of swords clashing. What should he do?

Li Guanyi leaned against the big banner, looked at the sky, took off the jade seal from his waist with his right hand, held the seal in his hand, looked at the big words engraved on it, his mind had already been empty, his mind seemed to float up, above the situation in the world, overlooking the current changes, one thought after another rising in his heart.

Should we break through from the rear at this time, completely rely on the assistance of the Turkic troops, and completely annihilate Chen Dingye by interweaving front and back?

Or should I just conserve my energy and watch from the sidelines.

While the snipe and the clam fight, the fisherman benefits, and all he does is watch the battle end.

Then take advantage of the situation to enter the battlefield, annihilate Chen Dingye's troops, and drive out the Turkic steppes that have weakened their military power and anger?
Or...

………………

The sound of heavy breathing.

The sound of swords, the sound of arrows breaking through the air, the low wailing sounds and the sound of screams.

These numerous sounds connected together, accompanied by the smell of blood, turned into a corner of the battlefield. Ye Zhongdao's breathing became heavy.

Even for a master-level general, leading the army to chase across the grassland and fighting desperately against the Iron Pagoda Army when supplies were gradually weakened was a huge consumption. At this moment, the Turkic Khan had already entered the grassland and reinforcements from the rear had arrived.

The Turkic Khan himself was poisoned and fought several fierce battles. He was chased and retreated by the Chen army. He was in such a miserable state after this battle that he was already very angry.

In addition, Chen Dingye was desperate, regardless of his own injuries or the casualties of the army. He held on like a madman and dragged down the Khan's army.

It's like teasing a tiger's whiskers.

The latter could no longer bear it after the arrival of reinforcements.

He turned his troops around and went to fight against the State of Chen.

At this moment, both sides entered into a battle like a meat grinder.

At this level, there are no more plans or strategies, only a vast battlefield, and the killing, casualties, blood, and swords of both sides, all of whom have gone blood-thirsty.

Chen Tianqi desperately held back the Khan who was poisoned by the poison, Chen Dingye led the army in person, Ye Chongdao and Zhou Xianping led the last elite troops of the Chen State to fight frantically with the Iron Buddha.

Yes, Dui Zi.

Life, flesh and blood are almost meaningless on such a battlefield. If you can kill an Iron Pagoda with two people's lives, it is a big profit. Even if five people can kill an Iron Pagoda, it is worth it.

The once invincible Iron Pagoda failed to gain the upper hand on the battlefield again this time.

The army of Chen State fought them to the death like crazy.

The Tiefutu still had a way to retreat, as there were grasslands and tents behind them. But the Chen army of 200,000, no, only 130,000 were left, really had no way to retreat.

Their homeland has been destroyed, and the way back to them is no longer their home. In front of them is a fierce enemy. There is no logistics, no supplies, no reinforcements, only the king standing in front of them, and only the simplest spirit.

Zhenbei Pass is the heartland of the Central Plains.

For three hundred years, no foreign cavalry has been able to enter from here.

Ye Chongdao distributed his medicine to the Ye Chi cavalry captains around him and simply bandaged his own injuries. After a brief confrontation and rest time, he went to find Zhou Xianping.

Zhou Xianping had a lingering smell of blood on his body, and the sickle spears in his hands had been broken countless times. When he saw Ye Zhongdao, he just nodded slightly, without the usual cheerful and talkative look.

Zhou Xianping said: "It seems that you are still alive and kicking."

"Don't die before me."

Ye Zhongdao looked calm and said:
"Don't worry, I will lead the Night Cavalry to tear apart the grassland cavalry as much as possible. If it weren't for the Night Cavalry and us to tear apart the cavalry and slow down the Iron Pagoda, those horses and men carrying thousands of pounds of equipment would rush over in groups and form a battle formation. Even your sickle spear army formation would be helpless, right?"

Zhou Xianping was speechless: "How dare you say that."

Ye Zhongdao raised a faint smile at the corner of his mouth: "I'm just telling the truth."

Zhou Xianping did not refute him, but just looked at the sky in the distance. The evil spirit was so thick that even veterans like them felt a little dazed at this moment. Zhou Xianping said:

"Is this battlefield the end for people like you and me?"

Ye Zhongdao responded.

It was quiet for a while.

Ye Zhongdao said softly: "Lu Youxian is right."

"Da Chen, such a name, such a magnificent past."

"It shouldn't have ended in such a ridiculous way."

Ye Zhongdao looked at Zhou Xianping and smiled:
"Your Majesty, the glorious way of death that will go down in history, should be this. The last energy and blood of Dachen should not be used in the civil war in the Central Plains, but on the external battlefield, exhausting the last of Dachen's heroic energy."

"Outside Zhenbei Pass, 200,000 Chen troops are determined to fight the Turks."

"From the tyrant emperor to the foot soldiers, all died in battle."

"The world-famous Night Riders, along with the Iron Pagoda, fell into the endless purgatory and disappeared from this world."

“Even if future history books despise our country’s destruction, they should at least show some respect for us.”

Zhou Xianping whispered: "What a pity for these comrades."

Ye Zhongdao said: "There are more than 200,000 soldiers who followed us into the final battle. There are still more than 100,000 left. Dying for the country is also a manly way to die, isn't it?"

Zhou Xianping grinned, stretched out his hand, patted Ye Zhongdao on the shoulder, and said:

"Well, see you in the eighteen levels of hell."

Ye Zhongdao clenched his fist and smashed it on Zhou Xianping's armor. They each returned to their camps and led their own troops. On the battlefield ahead, murderous aura was rising to the sky. The arrogance of the military strategists' battle formations had almost become substance, stirring up the sky and making the entire sky press down.

Gloomy.

The Turks were held at the rear by Chen Dingye at all costs.

Chen Dingye's isolated army chased into the grassland and plundered the grassland for logistical supplies.

For the Great Khan, they must be defeated. Otherwise, the Chen army of more than 100,000 will be like a sharp sword, piercing directly into the heart of the grassland. Apart from the horror of this tactic, there are other reasons.

The Great Khan still remembers that day when he tried his best to rush out of the formation trap despite being injured. At that time, Chen Tianqi swept the formation with his spear and broke it. There were screams, shouts, and the sound of swords clashing in all directions.

In this situation, Chen Dingye, covered in blood and fire, stepped out, drew his sword and chopped down at his head.

madman!

Whether it was Chen Dingye at that time or his crazy strategy afterwards, he was like a madman.

The Great Khan knew that such an opponent was like an old wolf that was biting his leg tightly. He had to act decisively and ruthlessly and kill the wolf in one breath, otherwise the wolf would continue to bite him tightly.

They will bite off tendons and bones, sever meridians, and will not open their mouths even if they are beaten to death. If you are a little slow or pay a little attention to yourself, you will be bitten into a cripple.

The Turks sent out hundreds of thousands of troops, intending to use their superior numbers to defeat Chen Dingye head-on.

If you want to die for your country, I will grant your wish!
Then they rushed into Zhenbei City and occupied it.

The army was majestic and murderous, and a great war broke out again.

The Iron Pagoda became the vanguard, charging forward, followed closely by the grassland light cavalry behind it. When the horse's hooves hit the ground, the sound was dull and murderous, like rolling thunder sweeping across the vast grassland.

Ye Zhongdao shouted and roared, leading the last of the Yechi cavalry onto the battlefield, and the two sides fought each other.

Zhou Xianping held the sickle spear in his hand, watching the Night Cavalry and the Iron Pagodas crossing the battlefield like scimitars.

Listening to the whistling and clashing of swords, watching the war horses fall down with a neigh, watching the blood explode, the armored soldiers were knocked up and down by the terrifying force when they rushed into the battle at high speed, and were trampled by the horse hooves of both sides.

In this situation, if you fall, you will die. The situation on the battlefield changes too quickly. Even Zhou Xianping cannot understand which side will die more. He just stares at the enemy in front of him and shouts:

“Take action!!!”

The soldiers with hook and sickle spears formed a formation, combining military might with the aura of famous generals.

They knew that the land behind them was no longer their homeland, and they knew that this battle would be a war of attrition and that the only outcome for them would be death. But at this moment, the Hook-Sickle Spear Corps erupted with an even more brutal momentum than before.

There is no way back behind them.

They are the end of this Dachen Corps.

Behind them is not their hometown or their homeland.

It is the death of the motherland.

At this point, one could not help but feel terribly sad and grief-stricken. Besides being so sad, how could one still cherish one's life? Amid shouts of anger, the Hook-Sickle Spear Corps and the Iron Pagoda charged head-on. The Iron Pagoda, having lost its speed, faced the Hook-Sickle Spear Corps that were as big as a mountain. Both sides suffered casualties.

Zhou Xianping killed a general of the Iron Buddha who was in charge of ten thousand men.

The injuries on his body were getting more and more serious. The previous wounds burst, causing his movements to become deformed. The moves that he could have blocked were actually taken advantage of by the opponent. Zhou Xianping looked at the Turkic warrior on the opposite side who was also blood-thirsty.

Zhou Xianping felt at peace.

Is this a suitable way for a general to die?

He threw away his gun, held the sword, and stabbed towards the gap in the opponent's flank armor. He would be hit on the forehead by the opponent's weapon, but the opponent would also die under this sword.

The so-called Central Plains generals died in the campaign against foreign enemies.

very good.

At this moment, a familiar shout seemed to be heard in his ears, and Zhou Xianping's trance before death was instantly broken. The aura of the battlefield surged into his perception, and everything passed quickly.

A sharp sound of breaking through the air was heard at this time. A thrown afterimage crossed the vast battlefield and arrived here, and it was inserted between Zhou Xianping and the Turkic general. The gun burst out with a fierce flame.

He blocked Zhou Xianping's fatal move.

The spear was inserted into the ground. It was extremely long, with a straight blade and a hooked edge.

Zhou Xianping was stunned.

Hook and sickle spear!
Where did the Zhou family warrior come from? ! !
Immediately afterwards, new sounds of horse hooves appeared on the battlefield.

(End of this chapter)