Raised an ugly man [Transmigration Book]

Hanging Gourd is a high mountain with extremely dangerous terrain and many cliffs.

Yaoguo soldiers camped here. The general wore armor and held a red-tasseled horse lance. He wiped his eyes carefully.

The general was disheveled, and his armor was also filthy. A few drops of the blood of the dead under the horse's blade spattered on his forehead, congealing into black and red scabs.

A soldier in armor brought him a basin of water and said carefully: "Your Highness, wash your face, it will be bad if dirt blocks your vision."

The general raised his head, this soldier is his personal entourage, he is still young, but he is stubborn, he insists on joining the army and fighting with him.

He stared at Bing and said, "Ting Yuan, are you afraid?"

Xiao Bing has delicate features and looks immature. Although he doesn't know what the words mean, he admires and trusts the general from the bottom of his heart. He said innocently and romantically: "Don't be afraid, with His Highness here, everything can be saved."

The general shook his head indifferently, speechless.

Among them, the tense situation cannot be solved with a simple sentence. A few days ago, the 10 troops he sent out to face the Diaolou Army in the northwest, and he sent a letter to report the great victory, but when counting the corpses of the enemy prisoners, it was not [-] soldiers. Ten thousand people, but fifty thousand.

The overall defeat of Diaolou was probably a desperate move. The remaining [-] troops may have already attacked their place, but his tent has only [-] troops waiting to defend.

If he escapes, he will be bumped head-on by the Diaolou reinforcements coming from the southwest; if he doesn't escape, he will just sit and wait for the Diaolou army to rush forward.

In order not to affect the morale of the army, the general did not immediately inform all the soldiers about this important matter of life and death.

He watched the soldiers eating the meat quickly and drinking heavily, chatting happily.

Huo Bon jumped in the general's eyes, and said slowly: "What if I tell you that this is a dead end?"

Ting Yuan was taken aback, seeing that the general's expression did not seem to be joking, he said: "Your Highness! Diaolou is retreating steadily, and our army's morale is soaring. How can we talk about a dead end?"

Seeing the sky dimming, the general said: "No, the undercurrent is surging and the stars are changing, which is already not good for us." He lowered his head and wiped it off casually.

The desert is lonely and cold, the sky is full of yellow sand, and the hardships of serving in the army have not taken away the general's handsomeness. Looking at him from a distance, his face is flawless, and he thinks of "the sparse shadows are sparse in the moonflower courtyard, and the orchids and bamboos are more beautiful than you." Guanyu, Xiazi Yueyun.

I don't know how many girls in the capital secretly agree with each other, just to look good.

The general said again: "Bring the burning knife."

Ting Yuan immediately ran to get him a bowl of wine.

Holding the wine bowl, the general stood up and said with pride, "Soldiers, how long have we been here at the pass?"

Seeing the general's question, the soldiers all stopped their movements and replied, "Back to the general, it's been two years!"

The general held up his bowl and made an impassioned statement: "For two years, you and I have gone through life and death, fighting on the battlefield. For two years, we have survived the mountains of swords and trees, the river of fire and blood, and we have won many battles and victories. .”

"But every time I think of it, how many souls die at the tip of a knife, and how many soldiers fall by my side. The brothers who talked about drinking and laughing yesterday have become dry bones today, and I can't afford to grow. I ask you, do you hate it?"

The general's words were ups and downs, and his emotions were deep. At first, all the soldiers were excited, but when they heard the general mentioning the brothers who died in battle, they almost burst into tears.

The men remembered their former comrades-in-arms and turned into dust, with tears in their eyes, and choked up: "Hate!"

The general continued: "At the beginning, I came here with a passion for marching, with the thought of sacrificing my life for the country and shrouding corpses in horse leather. I respect you all, you are all heroes in the sky."

"How can there be a hero who doesn't miss his hometown or home? You don't know how many gray hairs your mother has in your hair, and how many times your wife has frostbite on her hands to take care of the whole family. Let me ask you, do you want to go home?"

As soon as these words came out, thousands of waves were aroused. No one would miss home, especially this group of men who licked blood on the battlefield.

The general held the wine and said: "Okay, they are all flesh and blood Haoerlang, I respect you a bowl!"

The burning knife pierced into the liver and lungs, and rolled down the throat in one gulp, as if it was burning.

The general did not change his countenance after finishing the drink, and was applauded by the soldiers. He picked up the empty bowl and said, "Tonight, the secret report is urgent. The Diaolou army has already attacked us. Brothers, this battle is the last battle!"

"Seeing the cliffs behind us, we have no way out. If we win, we can return home with honor, but if we lose, we will be smashed to pieces. Let me ask you, are you afraid?"

The soldiers stood up and shouted, "Don't be afraid!"

The roar echoed in the hanging gourd and lingered for a long time.

At this time, the wolf howled under the moon, the general heard it, and he knew it in his heart. He threw the wine bowl and said: "Thousands of fencing swords and shadows vowed to rest. If you don't cut the carved building, you will never return it. Brothers, take the swords in your hands." , follow me, and kill all the enemies!"

In the distance, the Diaolou army was approaching. They brandished scimitars in their right hands and held torches in their left hands, screaming and roaring at Yaoguo's army. They were menacing.

The commander of Diaolou is complacent, the opponent has fewer people and does not have an advantage, even if he faces a battle, he must be disheartened and desperate.

Unexpectedly, the Yaozi pennant could not fall down, instead it rushed towards them.

The murderous aura was so strong that it even overwhelmed them.

The coach's heart skipped a beat, it was a sure thing, but he felt a little uneasy.

In the midst of lightning and thunder, it is no longer possible to think twice, the two sides fought and fought, the general took the lead, and in an instant, the heads of three people were beheaded.

Ting, who was the closest to the general, was encouraged and also killed one person.

The two sides drew their swords out of their sheaths, and the battle was fierce, with a bloody mess.

Yaoguo's soldiers were red-eyed, and in their minds, they only wanted to kill one more person and another, even if they were stabbed several times, they still had to hold back one enemy.

Ting Yuan tried his best to kill him, but unexpectedly, the Diaolou soldier he faced was as strong as an ox. He was young and not very strong, so he couldn't shake him no matter what.

Accidentally, he was kicked in the chest by the opponent, and Ting Yuan tasted a fishy smell in his chest, clutching his painful chest, trying to stand up and fight back, but he couldn't use his strength.

Seeing that he had no power to resist, the other party showed a cruel bloodthirsty smile, and when he raised the scimitar, he swung it at him.

Suddenly a horse spear passed through the opponent's body, blood sprayed on his face, Ting Yuan looked at it, it turned out to be the general, he said excitedly: "Your Highness..." After finishing speaking, he spat out a mouthful of blood.

The general pulled him up, put his arms around his shoulders, and said, "Stop talking." He wanted to help him to a rock.

Suddenly there was a strange noise behind him, the general carried him on his shoulders, turned his head to look, only to find that the Diaolou man was not dead yet.

I saw that man's angry eyes wide open, a look of madness, there was a hole in his chest, he had not yet fallen down, he stood still, he raised his knife and slashed at the two of them.

Ting Yuan exclaimed: "Your Highness, be careful!"

The general supported the man with his right hand, and held a horse lance in his left to block the scimitar, and the two made a crisp clanging sound.

The man couldn't hit with one blow, his eyes were full of madness, and he held the torch in his right hand, and burned it straight to the general's face.

The general saw the vivid flames reflected in his eyes, and before he had time to dodge, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

A burst of scorched skin and burning sensation, the general howled in pain, and tried his best to stab the pistol into the enemy's body.

The Diaolou man lost his luster completely in his eyes and fell to the ground.The general covered his face, twitching in pain, and stepped back.

Ting Yuan trembled, staring blankly at the general's face like a Rakshasa, he could no longer look at it.

But seeing him retreating to the edge of the cliff, there were gravels rolling down from time to time, he regained his senses and shouted to remind: "Your Highness, behind you!"

It was too late, the general fell off the cliff and into the mountain stream, and disappeared without a trace.

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