Chapter 380

Lingyun lived in the Hexi undeveloped city. Looking at the smoke of the city, Lingyun looked indifferent. Strong Changfeng stood beside Lingyun and said in a low voice: "who knew that he would lose so fast."

"Victory or defeat is a matter of military affairs," Ling Yun said with a pause. "How did Zhang Shuai decide?"

Strong long breeze shakes head, say: "still plan to continue to fight."

Ling Yun squinted at the distance and said, "it's OK."

"Good?" Strong long breeze doesn't understand of ask a way.

Ling Yun said calmly: "if you lose again and again, you always stick to it. It's not all a good thing." Ling Yun said with a pause: "it's more than a hundred years since the founding of the great Xia Dynasty. It's so powerful that you can't always lose."

"How can we win when we have less than 100000 troops and have never fought 600000?" Lie Changfeng asked.

Ling Yun said softly, "this is the last line of defense in the three continents of the northern border. If we can't keep it here, Japan will drive us straight in." he sighed. "Time is too tight. Even if Daxia has the heart to deal with it, he will be very passive. In contrast, we'd better fight. If we keep them out of this line, it won't take long, it will be enough for us to recover, Take your time. "

"There are at least 200000 of them, plus the defectors, a total of 400000..."

Ling Yun's mouth corners start, sneer of say: "only allow them to revolt, still don't let us move?"

Ling Yun and lie Changfeng go back to the Lord's mansion together. He says his plan. Zhang Zhulu asks, "the way is good, but where can I find a troupe now?"

Ling Yun shook his head. "I can. When I learned sword in my early years, I used to play Qin for several days. I think I can."

Zhang Zhuolu's personal guard is a man of five big and three rough, but in fact, he is very careful, otherwise he would not have been able to do this position, "isn't that a white joke? Can't sing for someone? "

Lingyun did not get angry, and said quietly, "I am just asking for advice, or has the final say," Zhang Zhulu said. "I know your mind, but it is good to die, but if you can really finish the fight, can you make a good decision? They will only say that Zhang Zhulu is also a booze bag. 600000 people can't beat 200000 people. "

"You are presumptuous! You little brat, you know how to use a hammer. When the marshal was fighting, you didn't know where it was! " The guards cheered one after another.

Ling Yun is still not angry. His mood doesn't fluctuate at all. He has come all the way. But in this troubled time, he can't trust the people who come all of a sudden, let alone cooperate in doing things. First, he has no official body. Second, he is too young. Third, he doesn't have any experience in fighting. Acting recklessly will only increase his losses.

"I think you're going to pee your pants when you see blood. You're the egghead scholar. You can have a fart effect!"

"Get out of here, so I don't have to see you in the way of my eyes. It's OK for you to coax the little girl just because you're a three legged cat."

"I think he also came here to fight for fame and go back to cajole the little girl."

Ling Yun said with a smile: "the farthest distance of Daxia crossbow is 500 steps, which is beyond the reach of ordinary people; There are ten crossbows, but the time of loading arrows is very long and inconvenient. It can be used to defend the city, but it seems that the attack is not enough; The Fusang bow, which is newly developed in Japan, can be used by ordinary people to shoot 500 steps. The Fusang bow, which is made with fine technology, can reach 800 or even 1000 steps with special shooters; Their crossbows not only changed their arrows quickly, but also fired as many as 20 times in succession; It is reasonable that Daxia should be defeated. "

After a pause, Ling Yun continued, "their equipment is much better than that of Da Xia. It's possible for them to change three or five or seven. Since you've already played, you should be very clear that what I said is very true."

"When there are too many people, we still have a chance. Now, marshal Zhang should be very clear about how to end up with more people versus less people." After Ling Yun finished, he got up and left, and said as he walked, "not to mention how the scholars are. It's disgusting, but it's not all. He likes to look at the bad side and belittle everyone. It's just because of your one-sided cognition. It's like a war. If you win a battle, do you think it's all the same?"

"The three continents in the north are so miserable, and you can still let the world know that you are not without backhand power, but you are especially miserable. Later, people will listen to your story, and Daxia also needs such a story," Ling Yun walked out of the door, "goodbye."

Zhang Zhuolu looks at Ling Yun's back. He is very mature. He can see that Ling Yun doesn't pay much attention to things in the summer, or he has another purpose. But it's just such a young man. How can he travel thousands of miles to come here?

Naturally, he has heard about the events in the capital, saying that it was his love affair with Zhang Fu Zi, and some people have guessed that it was his disciple. However, Ling Yun's style of acting is completely different from Zhang Fu Zi's, and he is resolute and ruthless. If he did it himself, he is really a young hero. But if someone gives advice, what is his purpose?

Ling Yun ascends the city wall. He looks at the smoke of gunpowder all over the city. The people are displaced, or fall on the ground of the enemy. The blood is mixed with the dust. The ground is dark red, and the sky is bright. But Ling Yun is cold all over the city. In the future, it may be the same in Kyushu.

Ling Yun's body suddenly disappeared in the same place, but stopped on the way. The fierce cry in his ear, like the surging river, hit his heart. He closed his eyes and sat on the top of the city. His white clothes fluttered in the wind, hunting. Finally, he sighed. It's true that he wanted to help Zhang Zhulu through this difficulty, Even a little resistance was enough, but he didn't want to get involved in cause and effect here.

Ling Yun took out the Guqin and laid it on his knee. The sound of the Guqin was solemn and stirring, full of the sadness of the broken family and country.

But in the middle of a sudden meal, turned into a kind of desolate and generous to die, but the sound of the piano is quiet, such as the lament from the deep valley, which shakes people's mood.

Someone came to hear the sound, but he saw a white fiddle, with a suit of armor on his side.

After the tragedy, the desolation and generosity turned higher and higher. It was not until dusk that the sound of the piano stopped, but the lingering sound was endless.

Ling Yun slowly wears armor on his bed. It's true that he is a warrior in the seven kingdoms. But in the face of hundreds of thousands of troops, unless he is tired of living, he will definitely be beaten into a sieve.

In the Japanese barracks, the Japanese commander with a moustache between his nostrils clapped his hands and said, "I can't imagine that there is such a master of temperament here. It should be a master of music in Daxia. If you have a chance, you must catch this man and play for our country."

"I think it's the music of Daxia. Hahaha... With these people here, why worry about Daxia?"

"Ha ha..." a group of people roared with laughter. In the tent, there were seven bodies of disheveled Daxia women, covered with scars and dying.

In the other two states, the heads are all over the ground, or they are interspersed on the scorched earth, or the corpses are hanging outside the dead trees and city gates, or in the center of the city, and the corpses are piled up like mountains and cast into high platforms. The Japanese stand on the top with knives and smiles.

In the outskirts of the city, tens of thousands of people were buried in deep pits. In those tunnels, the graphite used to polish soybean milk was covered with baby clothes, and the broken bones and blood were still left on the stone mill.

Those women who hide and are found are more like lambs who have no choice but to die and be humiliated.

Old and weak women and children, even want to die are difficult, only a tragic death.

……

Ling Yun patted Tang Dao on his waist and took a deep breath. He put on his armor in an orderly way. Hong Shiqi, lie Changfeng, Tang Yu, Liu Sanyuan, Wei Xiaochen climbed the wall and stood behind him. Ling Yun said softly, "maybe you haven't seen a more cruel battlefield. Fortunately, I haven't seen it either."

Ling Yun glanced at Zhang Zhulu and others standing at the bottom of the city, spit out a mouthful of turbid air, and calmly said: "don't be too far away, just in this city, you have a good look..."

Ling Yun jumped down from the city wall and stepped on the scorched earth where the blood gathered. He was holding a Tang Dao. The blade of the sword flashed with cold light. He said in a deep voice: "Japanese Dog bastards, get out and die!"

In the spring of the 37th year of Yuanhua in the great Xia Dynasty, a bloody battle took place.

There is Tang Yu of Tang clan in Shu!

Hong Shiqi, the little master of martial arts in the world!

Zhongyuan Changge gate strong Changfeng!

Chunyang palace, Liu Sanyuan, Wei Xiaochen!

Three hundred tiger riders from the three continents in the north will follow!

Zhang Zhulu was supported by his parents and son, and yelled: "what are you doing? Build fortifications for Laozi and prepare for the counter attack! "

"His grandmother's is thin skinned and tender," Zhang Zhulu said to Zhang Liangyi, turning his head. "It's quite like Lao Tzu's style."

Zhang Liangyi can only grin, or his mother is beautiful, and he can't be sure that he is just like his father. That's a good-looking fart. "As soon as he goes out, on the contrary, he improves his morale. I have such a hero in Daxia..."

"I underestimated that boy before. Hey, hey, if he can come back alive, I'll tell him to be my grandfather several times!"

"Ha ha ha, didn't my little brother have another grandson..."

"Go away! How dare you take advantage of me? "

……

A group of people fight and make trouble. In fact, no one's heart is easy. Ling Yun's hand is too sudden. They are in a hurry to deal with it. There must be a lot of lack of preparation. The worst outcome is actually a death, but at least before death, they have to pull a few people on the back. Otherwise, when they go to the underworld, I'm sorry to brag to my brother!

"Who's coming?"

A Japanese general who was close to wujingwufu cheered.

Ling Yun stopped and walked slowly. His eyes were cold and his smile was evil and cruel. He glanced at the Japanese soldiers around him and said coldly, "seventeen, help me hold them for a while..."

Ling Yun licked the blood on his face and grinned coldly. When he stepped out again, the blood and bones everywhere rose in the air. In the eyes of the general, all this seemed to be still.

When all this fell, his head on his neck fell to the foot of Lingyun. Lingyun made a little effort, and his head was blown to pieces. He carried the Tang Dao on his left shoulder, and the blade pointed obliquely. "Anyway, we can't go out. Why don't we have some more powerful ones, and try to kill me?"

"Don't come up without beating. It's an insult to me!"

Ling Yun looks up slightly and looks down on the world!