Chapter 533: We go home

Whether it was a Turkic or a Dahua, everyone was stunned. It was an incredible thing to be able to kill Rabri, who is famous on the prairie, in a round, and the murderer was also known as the weak Chinese.
Hu Bugui and Gao Chief took the lead in comprehension, his eyes flushed and yelled, "The enemy chief Labri is dead! Brothers, please rush with me, don't let a Turkic man!"
"Chong--" The boiling blood was burning in the chests of the soldiers, and Labri was very excited, and the tragic death of the brothers made them mad. Under the double stimulation of excitement and severe pain, their eyes were cracked, and there was only one thought in their hearts—kill the Turks! The endless fighting power suddenly broke out, and this group of warriors dressed in hufu rushed into the enemy group like a fierce lion and wolf, snarling and slashing, and even the Turkic people were afraid of it.
Although Labrie died, almost all the heavy soldiers of the Hu people remained on the city walls, and there were still as many as three or four thousand. At this crisis, the fierceness of the Hu people was clear. The half-tall tower of the steppe city has become a battleground for both sides.
Thousands of horses behind Hu Gaogui, fighting along the wall of the tower leading to the street, seemed to rush into the horse honeycomb, and their eyes were full of dark Turks. Every step forward was flesh and blood, the blood flowed into the river, countless Turkic people fell, and there were also Dahua soldiers sleeping here. The battle was fought for this, and life and death have long been up in the sky. Hu Bugui and Gao Qia roared and rushed to the front. The blood was covered and the sword was cut. Looking at the front again, Lin Wanrong rushed to the front like a lone wolf, with his sword in his hands, and countless Turks were separated. The tiger's power with which he slaughtered Rabri left a deep shadow in the hearts of the Turks. No one dared to grab its edge, and his men were few and one. The sword had spread all over the gap, but he was as undetected as an iron man. The bloodstained cheeks were extremely embarrassing.
"boom". In the monstrous noise, thousands of troops came forward, and more than 6,000 Dahua soldiers ambush outside the city rushed in, over Li Wuling, the gate of the prairie that they opened with life and blood, and merged into an intense Torrents rushed towards the stubborn Turkic people in the city.
The arrival of the reinforcements was like a dose of heart-stroke needles that shocked all the officers and men, but the stubborn Hu people were frightened.
"Those who make me strong are far better than you! Kill all these Turks-" Looking at the thousands of younger cheeks. Hu Bugui's old tears twitched, growling and screaming, his heart's sword. A white light was drawn, and his huge figure was like a big flying bird, leading the soldiers into the enemy group, and with a wave of the sword, he split a tall man in half.
Break through the Helan Mountains and drop 8,000 soldiers from the sky. Each of them looked tragic and fearless, and together, they became the lifeblood of the five thousand Hu people of Bayanhaote.
No strong crossbow followed, no artillery helped. The moment the Bayanhot gate opened, and the soldiers stepped into the city, this turned into a naked battle. The last level of the surprise attack is the fight of life and death, which is an unavoidable fate. In the dark night, 8,000 Dahua Erlang, 5,000 Turkic cavalry, staged a fierce hand-to-hand battle on this vast grassland.
Lin Wanrong did not know how long he had been fighting. His thoughts had stopped for a long time, his blood covered his broken robe, and he became an out-of-the-box blood man. The curved sword pierced the Turk's chest in front of him, his hands weighing more than a thousand weight, and his body was numb.
"General, general--" Two anxiously shouts seemed to come from the sky, he slowly returned to God, only to see two people standing beside him, covered with blood stains on his face, but exposed extremely anxious Eyes. His arms were held desperately by these two men, and one of them rolled in blood and tears: "General, don't kill any more. This hutong is dead! He is dead!"
"Dead ?!" Lin Wanrong stared blankly, looked down, and saw that the lynx lying on the ground was covered with knife marks, and a curved sword passed through his chest, submerged into the ground. The corpse's corpse was beyond recognition and blood. Sprinkled all over the ground, long dead can't die anymore.
"Brother Lin, what's the matter with you?" Seeing his blank expression, the person on the right hurriedly held his hand, the old tears were crisscrossing, the tears were mixed with blood and water, and his expression was extremely horrible.
"Are you Gao Brother?" The voice was familiar, but the cheek was covered with blood and could not be identified, Lin Wanrong whispered.
The blood man hurriedly wiped the tears and blood on his face, grinning broadly and grinning, but it was uglier than crying: "It's me! Brother Lin, it's me, Lao Gao! God bless you, you finally woke up!"
Lin Wanrong glanced at the blood man on the left again: "Are you Brother Hu?"
Hu Bugui wiped the tears and blood stains from the corners of his eyes and nodded hurriedly: "It's me, it's me, general, you're finally awake. The war is over, Bayanhot is ours, it's ours!"
The excitement on Hu Bugui and Gao Jie's face is hard to conceal, despite the blood price paid, even though this Bayanhaote is not as simple as a county, but this is after all a weak Dahua for hundreds of years, outside the country The first city to be harvested was the city of Dahua's fiendish Turkic people. This is a great victory. For Dahua, who has been weak for many years, its great significance is difficult to describe in words.
"Really ?!" There was no ecstasy as expected, Lin Wanrong only made a faint whisper, his eyes gazing like clouds in the sky.
"Yes." Hu Bugui nodded hurriedly: "In this battle, we wiped out 4,802 Turkic cavalry, and captured 198 people. More than 30,000 horses were seized, and the grain was countless. The end will be preliminary It is estimated that so many grains are enough to feed 300,000 people for more than ten days. As long as the Helan Mountain pass is maintained for ten days, the Hu people will be hungry and fight with our army. General, you see-- "
In the direction pointed by Hu Bugui's fingers, among the burning torches, countless grain stacks stood tall, and thousands of soldiers held clusters of firewood and spread them between the grain stacks. As long as a torch is dropped, countless forages will be burned.
Lin Wanrong nodded silently: "What about the casualties of my brethren?"
Hu Bugui bowed his head sadly and whispered, "Our army killed 1,377 people, injured 326 people, and suffered 20% of the damage!"
Lin Wanrong twitched her cheeks, clenched her fists fiercely, and tears flashed in her eyes: "What about Gang Li's body ?!"
"It's all settled," Hu Bugui tears pierced the blood on his face and choked, "Waiting for the general to send you the last trip!"
Tears swept silently across the face, and hundreds of soldiers with arrows through their hearts and weeping blood opened their eyes. "Ah-ah-ah-" Lin Wanrong suddenly issued a terrifying howl, blood and tears flowed, struggling to pull out the long knife on the ground, exhausted his whole body strength, and slashed sharply towards the wall. In the panic noise, sparks splattered, and the thick stone wall crashed down. The sound was so loud that the grassland trembled.
Suddenly, the long knife fell, Lin Wanrong's face turned pale, and the tiger's mouth holding the knife cracked blood. Hu Bugui and Gao said nothing, stood quietly behind him, tears blurring his eyes.
The silence was suffocating. I don't know how long it took, seeing Lin Wanrong's silent figure as if it was a stone sculpture, Hu Bugui whispered softly: "As a warrior, the battlefield is the most glorious way home. For this, please don't blame yourself too much."
"But little plum, he is only thirteen years old, thirteen years old!" Lin Wanrong choked and murmured to himself, his fists were bleeding.
Li Wuling was the youngest of the generals to go outside the border, or was brought by Lin Wanrong himself, and was the only grandson of General Li Tai. Winning Bayanhot can be very inspiring, but the loss of Li Wuling is also a huge blow to Li Tai and to the mentality of Dahua. Between this joy and sadness, no one can tell which weight is more important! Li Wuling died in battle. Bayanhot's victory was suddenly inferior. Even if he won, he lost.
The prairie night wind blows on the cheek, cold and biting. Directly through my heart. The remains of thousands of soldiers were placed on a temporary wooden stand and arranged in a long row. I do n’t know where the night crows came from, hovering over their heads, screaming, and their voices were cold and cold.
The remaining five thousand soldiers stood silently, tears circled in their eyes, dripped silently, and fell into the icy mud of the grassland in early spring.
Lin Wanrong brought the high chief and Hu Bugui. Along this long array of heroic spirits, walking silently, carefully looking at each of the young and gradually pale cheeks. The deep sorrow is like the wind in the early spring, permeating everyone's heart.
The most tragic remains were the hundreds of warriors who opened the gates with their bodies. Numerous long arrows penetrated their bodies, and when many people's bodies were taken off. The arrows were hung on the gates of the forehead. In order to protect their body, the arrows that were difficult to pull out, the soldiers carefully cut it from the root. Arrows remain in the body. Hundreds of soldiers died with anger and no one closed their eyes.
Faced with these brothers who used to be together night and day, now eternally separated, Lin Wanrong choked, and with trembling hands, stroked their cold and stiff ground cheeks, one by one, slowly, closing their eyes gently.
A slightly shorter body appeared in front of her, her childishness still on her face. There was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, and it was as if he had fallen asleep. Among the thousands of soldiers who died, he was the youngest and youngest, but the slang-like rage of "I can die, my heart will never die" has remained in everyone's forever In my heart.
"It's a little plum--" Hu Bugui whispered at the same time as Gao Chief, and his eyes were instantly wet.
Looking at Li Wuling's immature face, Lin Wanrong's shoulders trembled slightly, tears weeping from an angle invisible to everyone, and he grinned in silence, helpless like a child.
Li Wuling has eight arrows in his body, one on each leg, one on the right rib, one on the left chest, and one on each shoulder. Perhaps because he was the youngest and was unconsciously blocked by other soldiers behind him, he did not hit the arrow on his forehead. The most deadly was the crossbow on the left chest. His eyes were slightly open, but there was a sweet smile on the corner of his mouth, as if he had fallen asleep.
Lin Wanrong choked, slowly stretched out her hands, and closed his eyes with trembling: "Just plums, it is Brother Lin who has not protected you! Brother Lin cannot hold you back!"
He closed Li Wuling's eyes gently, murmured to himself, tears rolled down. When I looked up again, I saw an incredible scene-I don't know when, Xiao Lizi's eyes opened again.
"Little plum" Lin Wanrong exclaimed, tears could not be wiped, and he put his finger on Li Wuling's nose to explore his breath.
Without a breath, his cheeks were already cold, and looking at his eyes, half closed and half closed, no half glorious, the breath has been gone for a long time.
Is it an illusion? Is Little Plum Blaming Me? !! Lin Wanrong felt more sad, sighed silently, and closed his eyelids slowly. Lifting the hands, a shocking scene appeared again, Li Wuling's eyes slowly opened again.
Lao Gao was also surprised and couldn't help screaming: "Little plum, good brother, big brother knows you can't stare. You can rest assured that I must catch a few more Turkic women, chop them all, and give them to you Daughter-in-law! Rest in peace, brother! "
As soon as he had finished speaking, he reached out and closed Li Wuling's eyes. Little Plum was unyielding, and her eyes opened slowly. What kind of power is this? !! Hu Bugui beside him was so surprised that he could not close his mouth.
Lin Wanrong pondered for a long time, and suddenly stretched out his hand to cling to Li Wuling's chest. Little Plum's chest was cold and there was no trace of heat, just like other soldiers killed.
Shaking his head in disappointment, he was about to retract his hand. Suddenly, a slight bounce was passed into the palm of his hand. Although it was weak, Lin Wanrong was ecstatic. He howled with tears in his face: "He is still alive! Little Lizi still Alive! "
"Brother Lin, grief!" Gao Emirates thought he had lost his heart, and he shook his head heavily. "I touched it. Little plums have a cold nose and no breathing. It's true!"
"No, Brother Gao, he still has a heartbeat, I have touched it!" Lin Wanrong shook his head anxiously, holding Lao Gao's hand on Li Wuling's chest.
Looking at Brother Lin's soberness, it was not a symptom of madness. Gao Jie was dubious and put his palm on Li Wuling's chest. Lin Wanrong's words immediately raised everyone's hope, and countless anxious eyes gathered on Lao Gao, waiting for his words.
The high chief held his breath and stroked Li Wuling's chest. He waited silently for a long time, but never noticed any beating. He finally put down his hands and shook his head silently! Hu Bugui's expression suddenly faded, and his tears floated.
"Impossible!" Lin Wanrong shook his head and saw the desperate eyes of everyone, "I have touched it. Little Lizi is still alive, he must be alive."
"Li Wuling's death was too great a blow to the general." Hu Bugui bowed his head and sighed silently.
Regardless of what other people think, Lin Wanrong stretched out his palm and stroked Li Wuling's chest again. A cold feeling came. Little Lizi's body was lying quietly, and there was no change. Waiting for so long, the heartbeat I touched for the first time was never detected.
Am I really wrong? Lin Wanrong was sad and had an urge to cry. Unwilling to wait for a long time again, eventually he was disappointed. Little plum is dead! He will never come back again.
The breath that was held was finally dissipated. He was unable to shake his head, and was about to lift his hand. Suddenly, a slight beating came from the palm of his hand, the same faintness and the same lightness as last time. Lin Wanrong paused. At this moment in his heart, there is no stronger heartbeat in the world than this!
"Little plums are still alive!" Lin Wanrong exhaled a long breath and suppressed the ecstasy in his heart. With the last experience, he didn't dare to care. The palm is still on Li Wuling's heart, waiting for his next heartbeat to come.
His face was sometimes sorrowful, sometimes rejoicing, and fell into the eyes of Gao Chief and Hu Bugui. The two looked at each other, sighed and shook their heads!
Alas, although a long time ago, the second heartbeat finally came, and it was still so weak that it would be ignored if you didn't pay attention. But in Lin Wanrong's ears, there is no more exciting voice than this, this is the most precious heartbeat in the world. Lin Wanrong held his breath and burst into tears.
"Brother Hu, brother Gao. Come and listen!" Lin Wanrong's voice shivered in calmness, but his eyes were firm.
Hu Bugui, the high chief slowly put his palm on Li Wuling's chest. Boom. A slight bounce and a slight beating moment passed into the palm of the hand. The two looked at each other incredibly, and their faces were ecstatic.
Wait quietly for a while, the extremely weak but firm heartbeat, clear and audible again and again. Lao Hu and Lao Gao's eyes instantly turned red: "Alive, little plums are really alive!"
Two five-foot-tall men. Howling and hugging tightly, tears seemed to sluice the flood gate and burst down.
Lin Wanrong shouted. Yang Tianhuo said: "Li Wuling is alive! Brothers, our little plums are alive!", "Live, our brother is alive-" The news spread instantly, countless high guns in the hands of the soldiers Raised high, they hugged and jumped together, and Yang Tian sighed, and the scene of five thousand heroes crying together was deeply inscribed in the hearts of everyone.
Cheering in front of the fallen comrades in arms is not disrespectful. On the contrary, it is the most sincere and simple feeling. Li Wuling does not represent a single person. He represents countless large Chinese heroes who have been sleeping in the deep grasslands. What could be more important than a lost comrade brother? !!
The news of Li Wuling is still alive, like a spring rain in the drought, nourishing everyone's heart. Up to Lin Wanrong and Hu Bugui, down to ordinary soldiers, all rejoiced and swept away the suffocation brought by the casualties of comrades-in-arms.
Although they still face more than a thousand comrades in battle, the mood of the soldiers is very different from that of the genius. A moment ago, they were still tragic, and a moment later, they had seen boundless hope. This feeling of being recovered and living in despair has made their confidence and combat effectiveness unprecedentedly stronger.
The fallen soldier's body was burning in the flames, and Lin Wanrong silently said, "Brother Gao, converge the ashes of the brothers, and ask them to come home with us!"
The word "going home" was warm and sad in Gao Jie's heart. He wiped the tears at the corners of his eyes, made a loud noise, and walked away.
"General, look!" Hu Bugui returned from his horse, yelling excitedly.
Lin Wanrong looked up and saw a bloody, grim-looking human head hung high above the main gate of the prairie city, where Li Wuling and others were killed.
The way to hang in front of the public is the nakedest demonstration, the loudest slap in the face of the Turks!
There is not much need to discuss humane inhumanity, and war is like that.
Looking at Li Wuling, who was seriously injured and unawakened on the stretcher, and looking at the 30,000 warhorses left in the city, Lin Wanrong snorted: "Brother Hu, these Turkic warhorses, do you know how to do it?"
Li Wuling's loss and recovery was a great encouragement to everyone. Hu Bugui swept away the previous slump, and he said indignantly: "The general is assured, the last will be saved, the Turks will never get a warhorse and a grain of food. See, doesn't it just start? "
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Thousands of horses rushed up, arrows, swords, and for a moment, the Turkic war horse trapped in the middle of the month hissed, his blood flowed into the river.
"It's too cruel." Lin Wanrong shook his head and sighed: "Brother Hu, think of some way to be humane in the future, the war horse is also life! This bloody, terrified Turkic child, that is your sin."
Hu Bugui laughed a few times: "It was said by Lao Gao, he said that poisoning the war horse is too troublesome, and then the poison has to be bought for money. Our military expenses can't be wasted this way, or the benefits of sword punishment. Both the soldiers and the guts are trained. "
Lin Wanrong shook his head with a bitter smile, and Lao Gao was so embarrassed that I wouldn't even mention him.
There is a hint of fishy whiteness on the horizon, and in two hours, the red sun of the steppe will rise, and the Hu people who are helping Bayanhot will follow. The endless steppe will change.
"General, we can start!" All the grass and bushes have been connected by firewood. Hu Bugui handed the burning torch to Lin Wanrong.
The lamp oil exploded from time to time, and the torch crackled. Seeing Lao Gao and hundreds of brothers silently converging the ashes of the dead brother, Lin Wanrong pulled the horse's bridle with his left hand, his legs clipped, and the horse rushed out quickly.
During the journey, Lin Wanrong slammed a long and long drink: "Burning, Bayanhot!" The words fell, he yanked the stable, his horse hissed, and the torch in his hand flew out like a powerful javelin. Of a haystack.
A loud bang, red flames soared into the sky, and the thick flames spread quickly. Numerous clusters of cereals and grasses gathered here burned immediately, and the flaming fire reflected the dark blue sky in the dark night.
"Roar--"
"Roar--"
The fire was shining on the blood-stained shirts and cheeks of the Dahua generals, and they drank in unison, as if to let all the humiliation drift with this spark.
The fire was getting more and more fierce, the city was burning everywhere, the smoke was billowing, the dense fog was diffused, and the hot temperature made Lin Wanrong's clothes all wet, blood, tears, sweat, all mixed together, indescribable taste.
After half an hour, the forage has been burned for more than half. Even if the heavy rain falls at this moment, it is no longer able to return to the sky. The grassland city is full of scorched soil, gray stains, and smoke, and no people can be seen within a few feet.
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The remaining warhorses have been beheaded and killed, and the remains of the fallen soldiers have been neatly collected. More than 5,000 soldiers are lined up in front of the city gate and are about to leave.
Looking at the crippled and black-faced soldiers in front of his eyes, Lin Wan glanced back and said loudly: "You see it. We have done a great thing that no one in Dahua history has done-Huren throat, grassland The city of Bayanhot. It is burning at our feet at this moment, and it has completely turned into a piece of scorched soil. From then on, the castle on the territory of the Turkic people will be completely erased. "
"Roar-roar-" Hu Bugui took the lead with Gao chief, waving his sword high. Angrily with the generals.
Lin Wanrong waved his hands down and the generals calmed down instantly: "In the battle of Bayanhot, our whereabouts have been completely exposed to the Hu people. They attacked the Hu people's castle on the grassland and moved the knife in the heart of the Turks. This is theirs. It ’s foreseeable that more brutal steppe logging is coming. Please remember that from this moment, our strategy will be completely changed. We are going to become rabbits on the steppe. The advantage of being able to escape from hawksbills Paw, going home alive is our greatest victory! "
The scene was quiet and everyone's eyes gathered on Lin Wanrong. Everyone knows it. Although the mission was completed, the cruel journey was only halfway through. The next section will be the most dangerous and has never been experienced by anyone. On this vast prairie. They are about to become the prey of the Turks. It may be the most beautiful dream to return to Helan Mountain alive. However, after going through many battles and getting used to life and death. Who would be really scared.
The eyes of more than five thousand people who regarded death as homeless made Lin Wanrong also choked silently. He waved his hand, and the first horse jumped out of the gate, and the second and third ...
Five thousand soldiers silently withdrew from Bayanhaote, and the crisp horseshoe sound was mixed with the blazing flames, like a bright idyll on the grassland.
Lin Wanrong led Hu Bugui and Gao Jie at the end and stepped out of the city gate. The three could not help but stare. sound
The city of grassland in the midst of the fire was filled with smoke. Except for the sound of wind and fire, no human voices or horses can be heard any more.
Lin Wanrong thought about it for a while, then suddenly raised the horse and hurried back.
"What is General Lin doing here?" Hu Bugui said.
Gao Chief thought for a while and shook his head weakly: "I don't know. But Brother Lin has always acted inscrutablely. With your wisdom, I can't guess at all. As for the things of the night, if you put them in the past, you will believe Can he slash Labrie? ''
Thinking of General Lin's thunder, Hu Bugui secretly hurriedly shook his head and sighed: deep, really deep!
Walking to the gate of the city, Lin Wanrong jumped out of Malay and found a burning stick on the side of the road. The ground was covered with the blood of the Turkic horses that had been beheaded. He used a wooden stick to stir the blood a few times, then brushed it and wrote the words on the wall. These words are flying with dragons and phoenixes, the blood is dripping, and the momentum is very majestic. After he finished writing, he threw away the stick and glanced left and right, and suddenly he laughed.
The High Chief has the best eyesight. When I saw those words crooked, they were huge, and they could be clearly seen at a glance: "Dahua Linsan, come here! If you have a kind, you can build it again, and I will swim next year!"
When he had just finished reading, Hu Bugui laughed out loud: "Okay! I'll swim again next year! This momentum ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This article is the style of General Lin!"
"Good poem, good poem." Looking at Lin Wanrong turning around, he came to his side, and the high chief gave a thumbs up: "It is a neat treasure and rigorous rule. It is a peerless treasure and a gospel of gifts. This time, the Hu people made a big deal In the words of this poem, I am afraid to sell hundreds of thousands of silver for hundreds of years. "
Hu Buzhengzheng said: "That's what it is, General Lin's words, in our Dahua are all invaluable ink treasures. But I don't know how the generals can have such elegance, and do this timeless work on the wall of Hu Ren ?! "
Lin Wanrong laughed loudly: "Ashamed and ashamed, just graffiti and travel habits. I'm afraid that Hu Ren can't understand our Dahua words, wasting my tongue."
Several people laughed at the same time, the sound penetrated the grassland sky ...
Looking at Li Wuling, who was lying on a stretcher with a pale face and still waking up, Lin Wanrong pulled his hand
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