Chapter 30

It is the end of late autumn.

The flag of Chu army was scattered in the fields, and swayed listlessly with the weeds. The long line was like a comet that was about to melt away, collapsing slowly from the tail.

"The hillside ahead should be used to fight to the death." Xiang Yu's eyes are full of blood at this time, but his spirit is abnormal. Different from the tired figure of the soldiers around him, he was very tall and straight on the horse at this time.

"Report!" A soldier rushed to Xiang Yu's horse, looking like a wild dog running away.

Xiang Yu glared at him.

If it was normal, the soldier's eyes would tremble when he saw Xiang Yu, and he couldn't speak for a long time. But today is different. He seems to have found something more desperate.

"Han Xin's army, the North found Han Xin's army!" The soldiers were out of breath.

Xiang Yu's eyes narrowed and his face was strangely calm.

"How many people?" It took Xiang Yu a long time to spit out a few words, as if he had no interest in it.

"It's all over the world. I can't count it!" The voice of the soldiers' despair reverberated in the silent Chu army, like thunder in the plain, and the whole army became restless.

Xiang Yu did not speak. After a moment, he reached out and pointed to the hillside not far ahead.

"Let's give them a head-on blow there." Xiang Yu then drove his horse forward, while the soldiers behind him looked at the hillside in front of him in confusion. They could not see any difference in this place, and they did not know how their Xiang Wang would lead the team of less than 30000 people to meet Han Xin's 300000 troops.

This is what people nearby call this desolate hillside.

Liu Bang thought Xiang Yu would hurry back to Pengcheng, but he didn't expect the Chu army to turn around at this time and set up a fierce battle in this place.

"Is he crazy?" Liu Bang can't understand. Of course, people like him can't understand Xiang Yu's arrogant self-esteem.

Better a broken jade than a broken one.

Xiang Yu never thought of running away and waiting for a chance to make a comeback. That's not in line with his usual style. He's a man of great personality, which is very important to him.

"Xiaoyu, where are you now?" Xiang Yu stood on the high stone wall, looking into the distance.

Except Xiang Yu, no one in Chu army knew that Yu Ji was no longer in the army. Of course, as the surrogate of concubine Yu, Xiaolian naturally knows it, but whether she knows it or not is not important for a long time.

Xiang Yu wants to stabilize the morale of the army. Naturally, he can't let others know that he has quietly sent his concubine out of the army, otherwise there will be chaos in the army.

It's just pity for the maid. Her short life will come to an end soon. However, in the last period of her life, she changed from maid to empress by mistake, but it's a pity that she was a short-lived empress.

Xiaolian curled up in the house, the firewood fire reflected on her face, but could not warm her heart. She was dressed in the long clothes that Yuji usually wears, but there was no blue feather sword beside her.

Doubles are doubles after all.

She clenched her lower lip and let the tears fall.

Is she weeping for her fate? Or Miss Yu Ji who has no idea where she is? I'm afraid no one will ever know.

Han Xin's troops have successfully joined Liu Bang, while Peng Yue has broken Xiang Yu's retreat. The three roads are encircled, and the general situation has been decided.

Liu Bang looked at the hillside at the foot of the Cuan, sighed, and then said with a smile: "if you plan in the army tent and win thousands of miles away, Zhang Liang is more powerful."

He seemed to laugh at himself, but every sentence came from the bottom of his heart.

Zhang Liang said with a smile: "it seems that even Peigong can see that Xiang Yu will be defeated."

This is an obvious mockery, but Liu Bang is not angry at all. For him, self-esteem does not exist at all.

At night, a cold wind blows.

Just when the soldiers of Chu army were already dragging their tired bodies to find a corner to fall asleep, Han Xin's troops launched a surprise attack in the dark.

The sword rolls the wind and the sword moves the sand.

Han Xin's army surged up the hillside like a flood.

Xiang Yu stands on the high wall. He looks at the battlefield at his feet indifferently. Unlike in the past, he did not take the lead this time. Instead, he is a spectator of the battlefield.

For a long time, he suddenly turned back to the stone house behind him. Xiaolian was surprised to see Xiang Yu come in. The shouting outside has become a sound. Even if she hides in the house with the door closed, Xiaolian will shiver when she hears the sound outside.

"Isn't Xiang Wang supposed to kill the enemy on the battlefield now?" Xiaolian was puzzled, but she didn't dare to say a word. She looked at Xiang Yu lying askew on the collapse. After a while, she fell asleep?Xiang Yu just like half of his life did not sleep, lying on the collapse and then snored up, even if the killing sound outside the sky, but also can not disturb his sleep.

He was so tired that it had been seven years since he left Wuzhong to join his uncle in fighting for Qin.

Xiang Yu sleeps down. At the moment, he puts down all his prestige.

He wants to dream back to Wuzhong, where there are countless twists and turns, endless rice and Yuji waiting for him.

Xiang Yu fell asleep with a smile as innocent as a child.

Xiaolian kneels down beside Xiang Yu and looks at the brilliant smile on her face full of Hu dregs in disbelief.

The cry of killing outside gradually disappeared, and the night was as silent as death.

The wind also stopped, occasionally can hear the distant sound of weeping.

Xiang Yu didn't know how long he had slept. He just felt as if he had had a long dream. In the dream, he seemed to have finished his life. It was a carefree life full of the fragrance of rice flowers.

It's time to call the curtain.

Xiang Yu calmly watched the mountain of corpses piled up on the slope. He recognized those corpses, which were his Chu army and his soldiers.

The cold wind roars, and the cold air condenses Xiang Yu's tears into ice.

He stumbled back to the empty army tent. At this time, only a few soldiers were standing or sitting, or wandering at a loss.

"Bring the wine!" Xiang Yu suddenly shouts, and the bodyguard next to him almost collapses.

Suddenly, Xiang Yu heard some kind of sound floating in the distance. At first, he thought it was some kind of illusion of his own, but soon after, people around him seemed to hear it, and they all showed their inexplicable expressions.

"Is this the song of Chu?" Xiang Yu couldn't help but be surprised and said that his song was as sad as weeping. It was so sad and long that it floated into Xiang Yu's ears.

After a while, the attendants came in carrying the wine jar. Xiang Yu ordered the attendants to pour wine for everyone.

"This is farewell wine. Don't get drunk." Xiang Yu then poured the wine in his bowl into his mouth and drank it all.

"After drinking this wine, let's go out of the city separately." Xiang Yu watched the soldiers around him quietly drinking the wine in the bowl. Some of them were already wiping their tears.

All of a sudden, a valet beside him picked up his glass and walked to Xiang Yu with a trembling voice. He said, "Xiang Wang, a villain can follow Xiang Wang all his life and die without regret." After that, he drank it all, then cried bitterly.

Xiang Yu looked at the old servant who had been around for nearly half a century. He couldn't help taking a deep breath and said, "I thought you were already around me when my uncle and I started our army from Kuaiji. I wanted to give you the crown of a doctor after I got the world. But now..."

Xiang Yu's voice choked and he couldn't speak any more.

"No regrets, no regrets!" The old servant sobbed with tears.

At this time, suddenly a figure appeared outside the tent. It was a tall, light woman. Holding Xiang Yu's sword in her hand, she walked slowly into the camp.

Maybe it was caused by alcohol or excessive missing, Xiang Yu could not help but tremble and call out: "Xiaoyu! Xiaoyu

The woman's body was shaken by the sound of the speech, and she held the sword tightly in the handshake again. Gentle voice like water general, and with a bit of cry, said: "King Xiang, let me dance sword?"

"Good! Good! Dance Xiang Yu's eyes were full of tears, and his appearance seemed to be crazy.

Women light step lotus step, she imitates the usual memory of the body, the charming and incomparable shadow dancing in her brain.

"Pull out the mountain with great strength, and you will be the best in the world!" Xiang Yu sang, supporting his body with his left hand and beating his knee with his right hand.

"Time is not good," Xiang Yu said, singing again and again, "Zhui never dies."

He raised his head and looked at the soft dancing woman in front of him, as if it was Yu Ji, the lover he was thinking about in the night.

"What can I do if I can't die? What can I do if I can't die?"

The woman's figure could not help but stagnate, and she danced like a demon again. Just listen to her mouth also sing the songs of Chu that Xiang Yu sang just now, every word is like a stone into the water, leaving thousands of ripples in Xiang Yu's heart.

The song stops and the dance steps stop. The sword leaves the hand, this life leaves.

A wisp of bright red blood fog floated away, accompanied by Xiang Yu's roar, in the crisscross of pure white and bright red, it has become a shadow.

Who do you sing with?

However, no matter whether the soldiers around know it or not, Xiang Yu's heart is incomparably clear at the moment.

Although he doesn't know why Xiaolian committed suicide here, what's wrong with that? He has no heart, more powerless to pity the woman who has already died, his heart at the moment only concubine.

"Go back to Wuzhong, go back to Yuji!" At the moment, there is only one belief in Xiang Yu's heart.

Xiang Yu picked up the sword on the ground and rushed out of the camp like the wind."Come out with me if you have the guts! Let the Han soldiers see our force! " Xiang Yu shouts and jumps on Wu Zhui's horse. He rushes down the hillside like the wind.

"Here comes Xiang Wang, Xiang Wang..." A soldier's head was different before he could finish. A shadow passed by him and took away his life easily. At this time, Xiang Yu was like a fierce ghost in the mountain. Everywhere he passed, there were fallen Han soldiers.

No one can stop Xiang Yu, even Han Xin's 300000 troops.