Liu Song Hanque

Chapter 37

The winter in Guanzhong is not like that in the south.

There is no bone-piercing gloomy coldness, only the cold wind that rips through the world like a cold and unparalleled peerless swordsman with his internal strength.Without the flying of frost, it seems that this kind of desolation is worthy of the past in this world.

The place where Yanhuang originated in the past is also somewhat solemn due to this silence. There are no birds or deer in the open field, and there are only two military camps that look like man-eating monsters.

"Snapped."

The monster moved.

The Qishan wind stopped.

The gates of the camp were wide open.

Two waves of people walked out of it.

On one side is the pioneering emperor who wears a bone emperor crown, a short shirt and an animal skin Hufu, and holds a big summer knife, a dragon bird, and is full of arrogance.

On one side is a handsome young man named Yinglang, who is wearing cloud-patterned golden boots, a sword, and a crown.

Behind He Lianbo there are Hun warriors, and behind Liu Yizhen is a good general of the Han family.

After the turmoil, the two parties finally stood upright in front of each other.

"Boom."

Hu Xia's cavalry and the Jin army's chariot formation roared out at the same time.

Since then, the chess game has been set.

Hu Xia goes first.

His first step is to be handsome.

He Lianbo rode the muscular horse and slowly came towards the direction of the Jin army alone. Although he was alone, he drove the momentum of countless Hu Xia soldiers behind him.

"You are Liu Yizhen?"

Seeing that the opponent moved handsomely, Liu Yizhen also moved away the pawns guarding in front, pulled the reins and faced Helian Bobo.

"Exactly."

The distance between the two was closer than last time, but with a distance of [-] steps, Liu Yizhen could already see Helian's exuberant appearance clearly.

"Nephew Liu Xian, Guanzhong is very windy. Why don't you take your troops back to your south?"

Helian Bobo asked again, his tone seemed much softer.

But Liu Yizhen smiled lightly: "Even if the wind is strong in the ancestral land, is there any reason to leave?"

"Oh?"

Helianbo also laughed.

"Your Excellency has been away from this place for a hundred years, and you still say that this is the land of your ancestors?"

"Of course!"

Liu Yizhen replied loudly: "The majestic Yanhuang, the long summer. The mysterious bird of destiny descended to give birth to Shang. The Fengming Qishan, the Zhou family Yongzuo. The Han Dynasty is mighty, Wei Jin Yongchang. This place has always been the land of ancestors. Here, There have always been ancestors."

Seeing that he was disadvantaged in terms of legal principles, He Lianbo said again: "Saibei is bitterly cold, why can't my nephew give up Guanzhong for the sake of being all Xia? If so, Xia Jin will always be the country of brothers."

Liu Yizhen laughed outright this time: "Helian Bobo, what face do you have to call Zhu Xia in vain? At this time, if you restore the Liu surname given to you by Emperor Xiaoxuan Zhongzong of the Han family, I will recognize you as a younger brother again."

Swearing is not short-sighted, and beatings are not slapped in the face.

Helian Bobo used to be named "Liu".

Liu Yuan's Liu.

Liu of the Huns.

Liu granted by Emperor Xuan of the Han Dynasty.

That is the proof that the Huns were broken by the big man!
Helianbo's expression became fierce.

"Liu Yizhen, Wang Zhen'e is dead. Even if you are the champion of the Han family, Hou Chongsheng, you can't be put to death and reborn. The defeat is only a matter of time. Why don't you surrender early?"

Liu Yizhen sighed.

"It's okay if you don't say it, but if you say it, I can't surrender."

"There are still Wei Sima and Huo Huoqi buried there in the east."

"There are also Cheng Bushi and Li Guang."

"There are also Chen Tang and Zhao Ponu."

"Not to mention the emperors of my old Liu family."

"If I lose Guanzhong, I'm really afraid that I won't be able to sleep."

At this moment, Helian Bobo's complexion was ashen.

Liu Yizhen didn't pick Zhou Yafu, a famous general of the Han family, but chose to talk about the Huo generals who beat the Huns more and more ruthlessly, which made He Lianbo's teeth itch with hatred.

In the end, Helian Bo simply tore off the disguise, and threatened brightly: "Then you are not afraid of death?"

Liu Yizhen was not as free and easy as before. At this moment, he looked at the few clouds in the sky illuminated by the morning sun and said, "I'm afraid, but think about it carefully. Death is like that."

"Helian Bobo, I, Han Jiaerlang, see death differently than you do."

"We can use death to measure other things, such as reputation, morality, friendship..."

"In my Han family's heart, death is never a destination."

Liu Yizhen touched the sword tied around his waist.

"It's the same for me, Liu Yizhen, today."

"We are afraid of the cold of wine and the cold of blood."

"Afraid of parting, afraid of love."

"But we are not afraid of death."

"If you want to threaten me with death."

Liu Yizhen pressed the sword with his hand, raised his head and raised his breath, flashing his sword vigorously at Helian without being humble or overbearing.

"Then I, a general of the Jin army, will come to beg for death today."

After finishing speaking, a gust of wind blew in the direction of Qishan, blowing the flag of the Han family behind Liu Yizhen.

"Liu."

"king."

"Shen."

"hair."

"Fu."

"..."

The [-] Jin troops in plain onyx lined up behind them, raising their weapons and shouting:

"Wind! Wind! Gale!"

They used actions to reflect Liu Yizhen's words.

The Han family never feared death.

Only afraid of cold blood!
Helian Bobo's face was gloomy, and the killing intent could not be suppressed in his eyes.

"Okay, then I will kill your army first."

"Liu Yizhen, live well until you are the only one left in the Jin army. I'll ask you again if you're afraid of death!"

Liu Yizhen turned his horse's head, only showing Helian Bobo a back view.

"Helian Bobo, you live well. Wang Kang and the soldiers of the Jin army who died in battle need your blood to pay homage."

The two returned to camp at the same time, and the soldiers on both sides tensed up.

Words are not speculative.

Then it's a fight.

The fish maw-colored sky in the east was dyed red, and the rising sun buried the last trace of darkness.

The killing began.

The first thing to move was the Jin army's chariot formation.

Countless chariots circled the battlefield, forming a square, raising dust all over the sky.

Next came the Hu Xia cavalry.

Crossing vertically and horizontally, tens of thousands of war horses are like indestructible sharp blades, slashing towards the body of the Jin army with the coldness of death.

As soon as the chariot cavalry meet, they will win the Shura Hell.

The speed and agility of the cavalry were brought to the extreme at this moment.

It is to take advantage of the slow movement of chariots, rush into the crowd when the chariots are not closed, and kill wantonly.

The soldiers of the Jin army on the outermost edge of the chariot held long weapons to slow down the speed of the cavalry. The bloody sharp blades slashed at the cavalry's horse's hoof and horse's head, causing the opponent to hit the chariot and turn into a pile of minced meat.

Most of the soldiers in the chariot were aiming at the cavalry soldiers on the horses with crossbows. Whenever there was a chance, they would strike with a shocking blow and send the opponent a letter of death.

In an instant, the sky was dark.

Thousands of people fight together, which is rare in Guanzhong. At this moment, even the heaven and the earth seem to be mourning.

Blood splattered like fireworks blooming, Liu Yizhen stood in the middle of the army watching this scene with a lot of feelings in his heart.

This is war.

It's not the small fights before.

Even "you die and I die" is not enough to summarize the tragedy of the war.

"Mr. Guiyang, look there!"

Shen Tianzi, who was supervising the battle, reminded Liu Yizhen that a chariot formation on the right side of the Jin army was slowly surrounded by cavalry because it moved a step slower before, and it was almost wiped out by this time.

"Mr. Guiyang, let me go."

Several generals around him asked for a fight, Liu Yizhen shook his head.

"It's not time to make a move yet."

(End of this chapter)