Chapter 211

On a winter's night, the new moon passes through the watchman, and the cold moon shines on the iron clothes.

Outside the camp of garrison troops outside Xinzhou City, all kinds of soldiers have been arrayed in front.

The infantry were in the middle, the cavalry were on two wings, and the archers were behind the infantry. A small part of the infantry were heavy infantry, with shield in one hand and sword in the other. They were specially designed to restrain the nomadic tartar and were good at shooting. They could attack and kill, and also defend the opponent's bow and arrow. It's just that there are more light infantry and light cavalry troops with less load, fast action and easy adjustment. If the command is proper, in this dark night, it can be like a feather leaf, quietly complete a bloody fighting raid!

On the city tower, the sound of war drums is growing stronger.

The torches lit in the night flutter and dance with the banners against the wind.

The faces of 30000 soldiers were blurred by light and shadow.

On the platform of Dianjiang, the old bloodstain has been cleaned, leaving only the dry mottle of learning in the gap between the iron and the wood. Yan Lin's face, with clear outline and perseverance, is extremely bright because of standing high.

Before the red sun comes out, he is the sun in the night.

Burning in the depths of his pupils, his repressed ambition and the wild hope of revenge in the past two years all rose up with his boiling heart at this moment, turning into a sweeping spirit, letting him pull out his sword and lift the three foot green peak high!

For a time, the four fields are full of mountains and tsunamis!

"Step on the wild goose gate, defend the country!"

"Destroy the Tartars and save the princess!"

"Life and death, don't be negative!"

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Xinzhou garrison was a huge one, but it fell under Xiao's rule. On the one hand, military affairs were chaotic, and on the other hand, military training was neglected. Less than half of the people who could be selected to fight in a short period of time. In winter, attacking Tatar is not always a winning tactic of military strategists. We should win by surprise, by speed and by danger. Although Tatar is a country, it can not be compared with Da Qian. Thirty thousand soldiers are enough to make the other side unprepared and disheartened.

"Shizi, it's a little bit like a young hero..."

High up in the city, standing beside the burning torch, Lu Xian felt the cold wind blowing from his face, and looked at the scene of the army's attack in the distance. He couldn't help but sigh deeply, but then he was silent.

"The rise and fall of the common people are hard. How many people will die in this war?"

Xie Wei is not far away.

A target was set up on the flat of the tower.

His green Taoist robe was blown up by the cold wind of hunting, but his cold and cool fingers were on the long bow, and he pulled a Carved Feather arrow, aiming at the center of the target, and said, "so what?"

Lu Xian was speechless.

Although he has never been a compassionate saint, if he can see the sufferings of the common people and the sufferings of the world, he will inevitably feel sad. But Xie Juan seems to be modest, tolerant and kind-hearted. When he comes to this kind of bloody and war disaster, he shows a kind of astonishing coldness.

Human life is the grass, and all living beings are the chess pieces.

However, it is undeniable that in this amazing coldness, there is a kind of candlelight and insight that is almost independent from the rest of the world.

"There is no way in heaven, but man is the master. However, the world is mediocre and the people have no wisdom. How to stand without breaking, how to live without dying? In this world, there is no reason except the word "death". If you don't know death, how do you know life? "

There was a whoosh.

The carved plume arrow left the string and ran into the target. It was so powerful that it cracked the wooden target. With a click, it fell to the rear and made a loud noise in the cold night.

Xie Wei's expressionless face is as calm as deep flow.

"I let them know that they are still alive, and they should thank me."

Lu Xian held his breath for a long time before he slowly breathed out a breath, but he was more sure than the other two days: Xie Juan's mood is really bad.

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the farther north you go, the later it gets to dawn.

At the end of Maozheng, the Tatar border camp was still shrouded in a dark black blue, very quiet. The patrolling soldiers were just at the time of handover. They either stayed up all night or just woke up. Most of them were in a bit of trouble. It was the time of the lowest vigilance.

But just at this time, a scream broke the silence!

"Enemy attack! Attack! Da Qian's army came, and the enemy attacked - "

some people didn't even hear it for the first time. They thought they were in a dream, and they walked several steps to react. They were stunned.

All the tents were filled with voices.

The soldiers in their sleep rush to battle in armor, while the sentinels in communication jump on horseback and rush to the king's court!

Who can imagine this unusual surprise attack?

It's not in the spring when flowers bloom, nor in the sunny day, but in the winter when they think it's absolutely impossible, it's absolutely impossible in the cold night!

If you are unprepared, you should be prepared to fight.

As the saying goes, "a soldier is a crafty person.".

Wang Yanda, a Tatar, was in his prime. Last night, he had a great fight with several concubines. In fact, it was not long before he had a rest. When he heard that there was a warning from outside, he felt a headache. After entering the account for inquiry, the propagandist was furious and kicked over several cases on the sheepskin blanket."How can a good da Qian attack us? Is it a leak?"

His face was full of moustaches, and although he was quite brave, he lost his shade.

"That woman, what about that woman?"

All the maidservants were shivering and kneeling on the ground. Over the past two years, they had already known clearly that the "woman" in the king's mouth was the princess who came to Tatar to make peace with her. They quickly said in a trembling voice, "take care of her in the account according to the King's instructions. I haven't let her go out these days."

Yanda's chest was undulating, and he came out of the king's tent with a knife.

Along the way, he immediately arranged to deal with the surprise attack, but he kept walking until he came to a tent at the east end of the royal court.

By this time, the sky was dim.

Lights were on in the tent.

A slim figure falls on the snow-white tent. Shen Zhiyi has heard the noise and chaos outside and gets up.

When Yanda rudely opened the curtain of the tent and went in, she turned her back to the outside. Her hair was tied up high, revealing a long white neck. I don't know when she had changed the colorful clothes of Tatar, only wearing her old clothes, she opened the dusty suitcase.

There was the crown of the imperial princess.

The best palace clothes made of silk are shining in the light of not bright enough. The gold and silver embroidery is still fresh, cold and gorgeous.

Yanda pulled out the knife and put it on her neck. She gritted her teeth and asked, "is it you?"

Shen Zhi turned her face and looked at him.

The faint scar on the corner of her eye is like an old mark like rouge, which imprints her origin and experience. It also makes her have no feeling for the blade on her neck. She just gently bends up her lips, calm and cold: "kill me, you will all die."

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