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Chapter 510: The Years of Fiery Ethos in the Central Plains (asking for monthly tickets)

The specially made hook-and-sickle spear whistled in the wind, making a murderous hum.

Zhou Xianping was stunned. He seemed to be dreaming as he watched a tall young man riding a dragon horse come towards him, kill the Turkic general with a clean and decisive blow, then dismounted, stretched out his hand, and grabbed the hook-sickle spear that was stuck upside down on the ground.

wow-

When the wind blew, the combat robes of the newcomers fluttered, carrying a murderous aura.

The armor on his body and the rolled-up robe with Qilin pattern proved his identity.

The young man walked past him, walked to the front, and then naturally took control of the Zhou family's hook-and-sickle spear corps' formation, just like he had learned it since his youth. He had studied this formation for too long and was too familiar with it.

Zhou Xianping murmured: "...Liuying?"

The children who were once protected by Zhou Xianping surpassed him and stepped onto the battlefield of the world.

But how did he get here?
Zhou Liuying lightly kicked the tail end of the spear, and the hook-sickle spear rotated a circle and was held in his hand, with the tip of the hook-sickle spear pointing forward. The general from the Qilin Army stood together with the elite soldiers of the Chen State who were dying for the last time.

Zhou Liuying took a deep breath.

This was once the scene in his dreams, at least, it was a dream when he was young.

But at this moment, he just held the spear, standing in the army of Chen State, and said in a solemn and sharp voice: "General of His Majesty the King of Qin, Zhou Liuying has been ordered to come to the rescue. The hook-and-sickle spear corps of the Zhou family of Chen State is waiting for your orders!"

"We are your comrades in arms, and together we will overcome the difficulties."

"Hook-and-Sickle Spear Formation, start!"

Ye Zhongdao looked at the silent young man wearing armor and holding a spear, looking down on others. Both of them were in a trance for a moment, but the young man urged his horse and naturally blended into the aura of the entire Ye Chi cavalry.

Ye Buyi was silent. He looked ahead, holding a spear in his hand. He was still as concise as ever: "The State of Chen has no more reinforcements."

"but."

"There are still people from the Central Plains."

There are also people from the Central Plains.

These five words have already eliminated the hostility of top legions such as the Chen State Night Cavalry. Yes, in such a situation, on such a battlefield, the appearance of a general from the Central Plains is trustworthy enough.

Reinforcements...huh?

Which general will be sent?
Is it Yue Pengwu, or Chen Wenmian and Xiao Wuliang.

Or in other words...

The solemn and murderous sound of weapons spread out, and the sound of war horses' hooves hitting the ground was like thunder.

Zhou Laosan spat and raised the blade in his hand. His helmet had fallen somewhere, but after he blocked the knife attack, it was considered to be worth the few pieces of iron sheets.

His hair was hanging on his face in the wind, wet and stained with blood. He looked really miserable. He tried his best to pull the knife out of the face of the Turkic man opposite him. The man was still young, so he lacked experience.

So he failed, but this was the experience he gained from fighting on the battlefield.

It's no loss to fall for such a trick.

His father, I also rolled around in the Yama Palace before I learned this trick.

He raised his head with difficulty. He was an old soldier, a soldier with no special skills. Not all soldiers had the talent to practice martial arts. People like him were not good at martial arts or literature, and most of the rewards he received were spent on drinking and eating meat.

He has been making a living in this world for many years, his hair has turned white, but he still doesn't understand.

He was a private and had served as a sergeant. Later, when all the soldiers died, he hid under the bodies of those guys and survived. He was beaten with more than ten sticks and was pulled down to the ground.

In this way, many years passed in a daze.

But he didn't understand, he didn't understand.

How come his former comrades turned into traitors? Why did they fight one today and another tomorrow? How come they forgot about their country while fighting? He really couldn't understand the thoughts of those famous generals.

He was just a private and had never seen a general.

The highest-ranking official he knew was a captain, who was in charge of a hundred or so men. They would fight wherever their leader told them to. But how did the Chen Dynasty end?
He was panting and pulled out the knife, which he had tied tightly to his hand with a piece of coarse cloth to prevent it from slipping. He grinned, "Hey, hey, hey, Zheng Laogou, you said it, I've survived this time, I'll go back and eat your coffin..."

He heard no response.

At a glance, Zheng Laogou's knife was thrown aside and the blade was curled.

Why can I tell at first glance that it is Zheng Laogou's knife?

Because where the handle of the knife goes, the old guy carved a stupid dog's head.

This guy lost both his parents when he was young. His sister got married and moved hundreds of miles away, and he hadn't seen her for decades. I heard that when she gave birth to her seventh child, it was a daughter. She died of dystocia due to gasping for breath.

There was only one dog.

The knives from the Central Plains are sharp, but not strong enough. The damn barbarians have a thick layer of armor on their bodies, just like a layer of pig iron. When you swing a sharp knife and hit that thing, the blade will bend in an instant.

If you are not careful and use a little more force, the knife will break.

Zheng Laogou joined the army in the same year as him.

That year, General Lu Youxian led them in the expedition to the Western Regions.

General Lu Youxian's tactics are well understood by those who understand him, and in one word, they are stable.

Two words: boring.

Zheng Laogou was a guy who could feed his whole family by himself. Maybe he was bored, so he found a dog from somewhere and raised it as his own child. Everyone laughed at him, and he became Zheng Laogou.

Zheng Laogou got angry several times, but it was no use. The angrier he got, the happier everyone was.

How to be happy? Just laugh at him.

If you are unhappy, your brothers will be happy.

The guy kept his head down and said nothing, but his dog protected him and kept howling. Everyone else laughed even more happily. However, although they were making fun of him, they didn't really bully him. They even gave the dog the bones they picked up.

This dog is so clever. It wags its tail when it is fed. But it can be seen that those jokes made Zheng Laogou laugh so hard. It seems to be eating bones, but secretly it must have raised its legs and peed on people's shoes.

One idiot even sniffed it and pretended to be surprised, "Zheng Laogou, what the hell did you feed this dog? It's getting irritated!"

"It's so embarrassing!"

That time, Zheng Laogou's dog was captured. It was said that some of the soldiers led by the captain next door wanted to eat dog meat, so they captured the dog. When Zheng Laogou shouted, the captain personally led people to capture the dog. Both sides had no weapons or armor, and they fought for a while.

In the end, they were all punished. While standing there to be punished, Zheng Laogou's dog also stood there, with its body straightened, as if it had been regarded as a member of the army.

Zhou Laosan took a deep breath, holding the hilt of the knife with both hands, and looked at the Turks around him.

A few years ago, Zheng Laogou's dog died.

Now, he is dead too.

Looking around, there were few of their own people around them, and many enemies. The barbarians on the opposite side seemed to have emerged from the grassland. Zhou Laosan muttered as he staggered back, slashing diagonally forward with the knife in his hand, muttering:
"Zheng Laogou, you are useless. How could you die like this? Didn't you say that you had to live to raise another dog?"

"It would be a relief if you died. How can I fight so many barbarians from the grasslands?"

"What will I do if you die?"

"After you die, I am the only one left among our brothers on that side. They are all dead."

Zhou Laosan raised the blade in his hand, pointed it at the barbarians in front, and gasped. There would be no more reinforcements from the rear, and no more comrades who would go out to fight for a dog without even putting on their clothes.

When he stands here, there won't be a proud little dog standing next to him with his chest puffed out and his head held high.

After he died, would his camp number be gone?
At this point, he suddenly began to care about this insignificant matter.

"In the third year of Tianhe, the charging army under the command of Lieutenant General Guiziying."

"The last one."

Zhou Laosan thought about these words in his heart, exhaled, and held the knife with both hands. His right hand was tied to the handle of the knife. He grabbed the blood-stained cloth with his left hand, wrapped it around several times, grabbed it hard, and whispered:
"Is it too late for me to run now?"

He paused, then changed his tone: "Don't run."

"No."

This sentence seems to be said by those comrades who died in battle in different places.

No one knew why they had to continue fighting, no one knew why the Chen Dynasty gradually declined, and no one knew why the Chen Dynasty was about to perish. But all they knew was that Zhou Laosan, who had lost the upper hand, waved his knife and yelled, "Come on! Fight!!!"

He is a little soldier, a little soldier everywhere, a little soldier who doesn’t know why he is fighting, doesn’t know why he starts fighting again, doesn’t know why he loses, and doesn’t know why his country is destroyed, but he is a little soldier who keeps fighting.

A person with no special abilities, just a living being.

I knew there would be no reinforcements behind me and I knew I couldn't go back.

Let's fight, I don't know why it has come to this, let's fight, he swung his knife in anger, but the next moment, an arrow fell from the sky, with a terrifying stream of light, as if it had pierced through this position.

boom! ! !
Zhou Laosan paused. The heavily armored Turkic soldiers here actually fell down. The sound of horse hooves, is it reinforcements? ! However, Zhou Laosan suppressed this thought as soon as it came out of his mind.

Reinforcements?

There will be no more reinforcements, no more.

It was the barbarian soldiers again, but why did they die? He stood there in a daze, turned around, and looked at the distance, where in the dust raised by the sound of horse hooves, large banners rolled down one by one.

In front of him were cavalry, heavily-armored cavalry. The murderous aura that was blowing in their faces was, without a doubt, the absolute killer weapon on the battlefield, the best of the best. Zhou Laosan's body seemed to freeze, and he seemed to have lost the strength to move.

He stared blankly ahead, watching the army galloping, but when it got close to him, it suddenly dispersed. Especially, the heavy cavalry in scarlet robes separated naturally like mercury pouring on the ground, with a large flag fluttering.

Scarlet Qilin pattern and ink-black flag with the word Qin on it.

King of Qin.

The elite troops of the State of Chen fell into confusion and trance, as if in a dream. They watched the enemy army appear on the battlefield. Then, when the Turks attacked the State of Chen head-on, this army broke through from the side and tore the Turks apart.

The Khan's brows were furrowed, but finally relaxed.

He was not surprised, but only regretted that he had made a wrong bet.

But no matter what, he has already tried his best, and it is the best choice he can make. Even if he fails, it is better than the unification of the Central Plains in the future and the grassland sitting and waiting to die!

On the grassland, the brave nation deserves to die on galloping horses!
How can I die in the midst of wine, singing and dancing? !

When Chen Tianqi saw the arrival of the reinforcements, he was delighted. But suddenly he discovered that the Khan, who should have been in a desperate situation, suddenly became more arrogant and fought bravely with a calm and resolute attitude.

At this moment, above this chaotic battlefield, suddenly two sharp tearing sounds were heard.

Arrows broke through the air with sharp and ferocious energy, piercing through the entire battlefield. Chen Dingye raised his head, and two arrows almost brushed past his face. The arrows carried a sharp force that almost cut off his temples completely, causing his white hair to rise and fall.

The two arrows were nailed on the handle of the great flag of Da Chen and were deeply embedded in it.

Chen Dingye raised his hand and held the white hair falling from his temples. He looked calmly into the distance, quietly looking at the Qin King Li Guanyi who was wearing ink-colored armor and holding a Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd, and the young man who was wearing silver armor and a white robe and holding a double-edged weapon.

Chen Wenmian.

Chen Dingye looked deeply at the handsome young general.

Just now, it was Li Guanyi and Chen Wenmian who shot the arrows that cut off Chen Dingye's temples. This represented their murderous intent and their tolerance for such murderous intent.

Your head temporarily rests on your neck before this great enemy.

The Qilin Army joined the battlefield. The leader, King Qin, wielded his weapons and halberds, killing the Turkic warriors who were rushing to the front one by one. As these brave Turkic men fell, King Qin's gaze fell on the distance, in the direction of the Great Khan over there.

The Great Khan forced Chen Tianqi to retreat. The second divine general with flying white hair sat on the divine horse and looked at the King of Qin with a calm and solemn expression. He whispered: "King of Qin, King of Qin..."

"I wanted to kill Chen Dingye, but the King of Qin came."

"Li Guanyi, the last time the sword maniac came, it messed up our tempers. This time, it's time for the two of us to divide the power."

The King of Qin raised his Tiger-Roaring Halberd, and blood dripped from the blade of the halberd. The King of Qin rode his horse to the front of the battlefield. The young man's solemn and calm voice rang in the ears of the Qilin Army and the last elite of the State of Chen.

Each word is pronounced with such intensity, like the beating of a war drum.

"I am Li Guanyi, the Grand Marshal of the Armies of the Red Emperor."

"Control the troops of the world."

"The Turkic barbarians are coming to invade the Central Plains."

"Finally, in the name of the Red Emperor's Grand Marshal, give the order!"

The Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd suddenly chopped down, and the roar of steel was like the roar of a tiger, pointing at the grassland ahead and the Iron Pagoda in front. The young King Qin's black hair was flying at the temples, and his aura was surging in his throat, and his voice spread throughout the three armies.

"When the war comes, Chen and Qin, the whole army is ready to be dispatched."

Li Guanyi's voice was low and he said softly:
"Even if the Scarlet Emperor's reputation is no longer at its peak, everyone, this is the last time. Let's stand shoulder to shoulder..."

How can someone like me be so mean and do such boring things?
The energy surges!

In an instant, the murderous aura of military strategists enveloped the clouds in the sky.

Silently, the divine aura representing the King of Qin spread out and enveloped the entire battlefield, covering the last elite troops of the State of Chen and the fierce generals of the Qilin Army. This meant that as long as the elite troops of the State of Chen were willing, they could stand shoulder to shoulder with the King of Qin.

But if they want, they can also attack the aura of King Qin.

A moment of stagnation.

The King of Qin held the divine weapon, the Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd, in his right hand, and reached into his arms with his left hand to slowly take it out.

A dark golden visor.

He held the visor and slowly covered his face with it, his black hair flying.

The Qilin's roar reached the sky.

Of course, just like the legends and epics, in the last heroic moment of the demise of the State of Chen, in the last fierce bloodshed, in the most tragic battle to guard the border of the Central Plains, in the last and most tragic battle of the State of Chen, two hundred thousand troops were about to die in battle and be annihilated.

[Duke Taiping] once again appeared on the edge of the State of Chen.

He appeared again in front of the Chen soldiers.

Once again, he picked up his weapon.

Tell them again, you and I, side by side again.

There was a moment of silence. Zhou Laosan's lips trembled. He looked at the back and instinctively took a step forward. It was just a simple step, but this time, a little more people took a step forward.

The last elite troops of the State of Chen and the Qilin Army marched forward in unison.

In an instant, a murderous aura rose up into the sky.

The roar of the white tiger reached the sky, but when the tiger roared to the extreme, the gathered light was bright and magnificent. The power of Chen and Qin gathered together and finally turned into golden red scales, which rushed to the sky layer by layer.

It turned into a red dragon, which roared and roared, shaking the whole area.

The Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd was put down flat, pointing murderously at the Great Khan in front of him, who had a complicated expression. The King of Qin rode at full speed from the direction of Zhenbei City, leading a large army to rush to the rescue. Chen Tianqi was risking his life to fight with the Great Khan, but he saw Li Guanyi coming.

The Great Khan tried his best, unleashed his internal energy, and forced Chen Tianqi to retreat.

Immediately, with the luck of the grassland and his own bravery, he attacked with all his might.

In Li Guanyi's hand, the Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd was raised and chopped out, and the roars of dragons and tigers resounded in all directions.

The Great Khan summoned up his courage and met the enemy fiercely.

On this grassland, with the support of a large army, he and Li Guanyi fought for several moves, neither of them losing. Finally, the two magic weapons collided with each other, and he shouted angrily: "Li Guanyi, Chen Dingye has a grudge against you for killing your father and mother. If you don't join forces with me, how can you conspire with him?!"

The King of Qin swung his halberd and chopped it down, saying, "Family hatred and national hatred must be avenged."

"but--"

The Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd chopped down heavily, but the Great Khan relied on his military strength and momentum, which was superior to the troops Li Guanyi was leading at the moment, and with the help of the military formation, he blocked it.

The King of Qin grasped the Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd with one hand.

The other hand was raised and pressed on the halberd of the Tiger Roaring Sky Halberd, as if pressing down, bit by bit, with murderous aura surging, and he spoke word by word: "Come one by one."

"First, we will work together to overcome foreign aggression, and then we can sort out the issues between me and Chen Dingye."

But then they heard the roar of the wolf. Chen Wenmian had arrived, waving the weapon in his hand, cutting off the support of the other generals to the Khan. Li Guanyi suppressed the Khan. Chen Tianqi moved his wrist and Chen Baxian's weapon almost spun and stabbed out.

Chen Baxian's spear skills can destroy mountains.

General Xue’s halberd technique is as powerful as a rolling wave.

After an absence of five hundred years, they appeared on the battlefield again. In those days, there were quite a few frictions between the two of them, but they could trust each other on the battlefield. And on this day, it was another battle against the grassland, another fight.

Divine weapons and unique skills are like a smile from an old friend.

The Great Khan finally couldn't withstand the combined forces of two of the top ten generals in the world.

The Great Khan retreated.

With blood on the corner of his mouth, he looked at Li Guanyi over there and said slowly: "I thought it wrong... What a pity, what a pity, I didn't expect that you could really put aside your hatred and come to me."

"In that case, there is no need for me to say anything to sow discord between you and Chen Dingye."

"Then, let's fight."

"Li Guanyi!"

The Great Khan stretched out his hand and wiped the trace of blood from the corner of his mouth. At this moment, he also had a happy and heroic mentality - before the plan started, he had already made a decision. If it could be successful, it would strike a blow to the determination to unify the Central Plains.

If we fail now, even if we fail, we will just die.

What's the difference?
The world is in turmoil, and times of chaos have come to this.

Even he is not free...

But soon, the Khan realized something was wrong. The supply from the rear suddenly slowed down, and the troops in the rear were unable to arrive as scheduled and were unable to continue to reunite.

The Great Khan looked solemn, but Chen Dingye smiled faintly:
"Hahaha, Great Khan, oh Great Khan, do you think that what I am trying to do is just to take your life?!"

"Do you think your life is really that valuable?!"

The Great Khan's heart sank.

After so many years of grudges, Chen Dingye used his own life and 200,000 elite soldiers of the Chen Dynasty to turn into a quagmire of flesh and blood, and held the Great Khan tightly, dragging him to death here. He had to call for military support, but at this moment, his reinforcements obviously failed to arrive.

Could it be that the intelligence was blocked again?

The army that the Great Khan had high hopes for, as well as the young generals, did receive orders. They were very anxious when they knew that their Great Khan was being held in front by the poisonous dragon of the Chen State, which had turned its flesh and blood into chains.

They followed the Great Khan's military order and sent a large army, but this mighty army of 100,000 had to stop in front of a mere 8,000 people. The mother river of the grassland flowed past.

The armor on the eight thousand cavalrymen in front bore colorful marks like those of a tiger.

In front of this mother river that has nurtured the grassland for thousands of years, there is an old man. The old man is dignified and solemn. Outside the ink-black armor is an ink-black cloak that hangs down calmly. The solemn black is as majestic and motionless as an iron mountain.

An especially long spear was held at an angle.

It actually shocked the 100,000-strong army and those brave generals in the rear of the entire grassland, making the 100,000-strong army dare not move forward. They were not afraid of the 8,000 cavalry, the 100,000-strong army, and the famous generals. How could a mere 8,000 people stop them?

What really frightened them was the person in front of them.

One gun, one person.

The name of the gun is Silence.

People call him the God of War.

Jiang Su, the number one general in the Central Plains.

Join the war.

(End of this chapter)