At the darkest moment before dawn, the sound of trumpets sounded at the military camp along the Jin River. A trench two feet wide and fifty feet deep formed a square shape along the periphery of the fence. In the tent with the undulating black tent, figures emerged from far and near, gathered under the eagle, and the largest tent in the center.

His burly and sturdy figure was covered with a white robe. He opened his eyes for a long time and kept looking at the sky in Qingming. A guard came to inform the news of the gathering of the entire army before he pulled his mind back.

"Commander, the entire army has gathered 17,632 people." The guards' voice was loud, and several footsteps came over around them, and a small voice reminded him, "The generals are here."

Fretenses retracted his gaze and swept at the figures coming from the torch light, and a smile appeared on his handsome face: "...I had a dream, dreaming that we had ended the expedition and returned to Rome with honor, the white streets, clean houses, and beautiful ladies threw bright petals at us, and in my dream I could smell the fragrance... and I was awarded the honor of the nobles before the emperor."

"The commander's dream witnessed our victory and we will be able to return to our hometown soon!" The five generals raised their weapons and laughed.

"I hope so..." Fretenses nodded at them, but he kept his smile and raised his arms flat, his palm down: "...I never doubt the agile and fierce Roman soldiers, either."

"Then... let the cavalry of Selius first, without any worries, capture the tenacious Easterners, seize their food, continue to go east to find the place in the Upper Valley County, and take Stephanie and her brother back to receive the sacred verdict."

Five generals and officials all stretched out their arms, "Long live Rome"

The square military camp was murderous intent soared into the sky, and then the eagle flag spread.

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The sky is shining.

There were rustling footsteps around, and Qianzhao woke up from his shallow sleep. The sky outside the forest was still very dark, and the cold cold was retreating from his body. There were more than ten wounds all over his body, and there were hot stinging pain. The wound was as uncomfortable as an ant eating flesh and blood. Close your eyes, and the darkness came back, and scenes flashed through your eyes.

More than a thousand cavalrymen rushed to the enemy like a tide with him. Arrows and javelins flew over their heads and plunged into their shield-raising bodies. Someone consciously rushed up to fill the gap and shouted: "Run"

"......Crack them through!"

Roaring and shouting, and mercenary figures clamping the iron spear and spear. These people rushed over from the sight of the siege. These people were usually rough and bold, talking nonsense, but at this moment they gritted their teeth and stared firmly forward.

Keep rushing...drowning in the watery enemy.

In the darkness, Qian Zhao suddenly opened his eyes, covered his face with fine sweat beads, and he was breathing heavily. In a daze, someone came over to bring a smell of blood. People and torches moved there, took the water bag and a little dry food residue and handed it over. Qian Zhao took a look. It was Du Bo Su Ren, who reached out to lift the water bag and tilted his head and whispered: "How are the soldiers and how many people are there..."

"There are still a thousand brothers, basically all of them are injured, but fortunately, everyone is still holding their breath."

"That's good. The rescue letter should have been sent out. Hua Xiong and Gao Sheng should have arrived soon recently. Without the fierce generals breaking the formation, it would be difficult to tear a hole. The big Qin gangsters were just a turtle, huddled behind the shield, and they would suddenly bite people."

"General, we just suffered the loss of not fighting with the people of the Qin Dynasty and didn't understand them." Su Ren's blood stains were all stained, and his arms and waist were bandaged.

Qianzhao nodded, reached out to push the dry food back, took another sip of clear water, and the surrounding Heishan cavalry stood up one after another and led the war horse. He turned his gaze and patted Su Ren on the shoulder: "...Let's go, the rest is almost the same, let's go and find trouble for Daqin Dog."

"Don't you meet with General Zhang?"

The figure stood up, held the reins and turned over the horse: "Let Zhang Yang continue to guard. This time, we went around to attack the camp of the Qin people from the side, burning all their belongings... and just relieved our hatred."

"General, you can't. General Zhang has been guarding his place for nearly a month. If you don't go to meet, you won't last long!"

Du Bo, named Su Ren, hurriedly went up to grab the other party's war horse, was pulled away by a whip, and raised the whip to point at him, shouting: "I'm confused, I'm a plan to surround Wei to save Zhao, and I will rescue him when attacking. Unless the heads of the people of the Qin Dynasty are like those of Li Ke, they will have a stubbornness, otherwise they will definitely return to help."

"Let the general..."

Su Ren wanted to persuade him again. The war horse had already started moving, and he was led by the horse on the back and came under his command. "If you can still fight, follow me. If you can't fight, you should rest on the spot, wait for victory, and then return to the army."

More than seven hundred riders came over, and he whipped, "Let's go!"

"I am eager to be utilitarian..." Su Ren stomped his feet hard, ran quickly to carry the wide eight-sided Han sword, and followed it on the horse's back. When the whip sounded, the cavalry stepped onto the field again and walked around the camp with the Han flag below. In the distance, in the blue-colored vision, there was a wall of corpses built. The bloody smell could be smelled in the speeding wind.

The moonlight is like water, shining through the wilderness. In the quiet Qingming, there are outlines of people and horses. The bright moon is about to fall, illuminating the chill of heavy metal armor.

Before Qianzhao left the field of vision of the battlefield in the distance, they were galloping alone in front of them. A wounded scout not only brought news, but also the enemy's cavalry, and the horse's hooves suddenly rose up before dawn like thunder.

"......Ambust...Not good... Tell Zhang Yang from the other side of the camp not to come out." He shouted.

The iron nameplate was already shaking in the dark and making a murderous sound.

The moon radiated with clear light fell, and the east was shining brightly. There was a tremor on the ground in the camp. Zhang Yang raised his head and the first ray of sunlight shone into his eyes. The plain silk was full of handwriting. When he folded it, the soldier on the night came over in panic. He asked, "What's going on?"

"There are a group of soldiers fighting outside, and the fewer people are surrounded."

The sound of fighting came from the distant side. At this time, the soldiers in the camp, due to the war, had reached the extreme of their nerves. When they heard the sound at the first time, they rushed out to form a formation with their swords and spears. When they saw that there were no enemy soldiers in front of them, they were stunned. Then someone said that they were on the north side.

Zhang Yang led dozens of personal soldiers with his sword, and countless figures were surrounded by the fence. Cao Tuo was also there. Seeing Zhang Yang coming, he pointed to the place with an axe.

"It seems like they are leading the general and the cavalry... They seem to be trapped... General, what should we do? Should we save it..."

...

The iron hooves trampled on the soil, and the weapons hit the air with slight impact.

"Tell Zhang Yang's defenders not to come out and be careful of being trapped."

Qianzhao shouted and waved the iron spear and smashed a thrown javelin. The Roman chain armored cavalry who had thrown the javelin on the opposite side drew their swords and roared and rushed up. The iron spear was wiped with a short sword and stabbed into his face, and blood and blood were splattered.

"I'll go!"

A sound rang out on the battlefield of fighting, and the flying shields and the thrown javelins were shattered and splattered. Su Ren vaulted the horse and pulled out the eight-sided sword from behind and slashed the head of the approaching horse. The war horse fell to the ground with a shrill cry. While throwing the Roman soldiers above, he dragged the broad sword and slashed left and right to fight the long soldiers who were swaying and slamming. His body passed through the gap, his scalp suddenly tightened, and a war horse rushed across the side to intercept it, and a heavy spear swung the way. The running figure waved his sword to block it, and was knocked out.

"Su Ren"

Amid the surging fighting, more than 700 cavalrymen kept falling off their horses and looking around. When they saw the figures that had run out several feet down, they shouted, "Running their horses to rescue them." However, more Roman cavalry rushed over. He and his personal soldiers were crowded with people, their eyes were red, and they bit their teeth tightly, and they felt regretful, and they should stop listening to advice.

I also understood that the other party was also a veteran who had been through the battlefield for a long time, and he was used in reverse.

"Ahhh"

The iron spear overturned a Roman cavalry fiercely and shouted heart-wrenchingly: "Today I will die, I will forgive my sins just now, come on."

"A step back, I'm not a Chinese species!"

On the violent battlefield, Qianzhao fought hard and penetrated forward...

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"Don't come out...be careful of being trapped!"

"Take a step back, I'm not a Chinese species! Kill it."

The sound of morning light began, and the shouts of fighting came from there. Zhang Yang punched the fence. The shocking wooden crossbar sounded "squeaking", his fists tightly pinched tightly, and he gritted his teeth and looked over there. The defenders in the camp stopped all the sounds and looked silently.

"...... Can you save it? That's General Qian... and many brothers from the Black Mountain Cavalry are also inside!" Cao Tuo turned around, staring at the silent general with red eyes. After a moment, he shouted: "If you don't go! I'll go, you can die."

He threw Dubr's waist card on his waist.

"It's so hard for generals to do it. I'm not considered a violation of military orders."

Zhang Yang pursed his lips and stared at the token that fell on the dark red soil in front of his feet. Without a word, the tall figure carrying an axe passed by him.

In the distance, the shrill fighting and painful shouts stimulated the hearing. Where he couldn't see, Su Ren gritted his teeth and struggled to get up. Blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. He grabbed the weapons on the ground with both hands and picked them up tremblingly.

The iron spear that was waving slowed down, and fewer and fewer personal soldiers around him. He was covered in blood, his chest was cut through his armor, and blood was flowing. The cavalry with the golden eagle flag was still surging up. The blood splattered, and the war horse fell down due to several injuries. His body rolled to the ground, abandoned the gun, rushed to the side of the horse, took the shield in his hand, and drew his sword.

The morning light reflects the color of blood.

"...... Kill!" he still shouted.

Time seemed to slow down, flowing through the world. Zhang Yang leaned over and picked up the sign in the soil, shouted at the figure that had left with big strides, and threw it over. When the other party caught it, he pointed to the broken Han flag in the camp and spoke in a very light voice.

"You have great strength, resist the flag well, don't lose it."

The voice of the words was not loud, and they passed by people's ears. Faces rose solemnly. Cao Tuo grinned and nodded, put the token in his hand, threw away the axe and turned around to hold the flag in his hand, and came to the edge of the camp.

More than 4,000 people came here.

The voice came with Zhang Yang and rang: "I know it was a plan, but some things must be done because that is our compatriots, and we can do it..."

Countless hands pressed on the fence, and looked forward like iron stone. The commander rushed behind the formation with a flag. Someone heard the sound, lowered his head, and used his teeth to tie the strip of cloth and the handle of the knife in his hand to death. Someone pursed his lips tightly, and his teeth were chewing on his face covered in blood.

"Are you afraid?" A soldier asked his companion next to him. "I'm afraid I'll be stabbed after death." A smile appeared on his dark and simple face next to him. Then, in his sight, the Han flag was moving.

Below the flag, the sound continued to ring in this golden morning light.

"... And what we can do is save them or die in battle together. Brothers, bury our loyal bones on this border, be born as Han people, die as Han souls, and continue to protect the land of the Han Han!"

Zhang Yang closed his eyes, and his wife and children flashed through his mind, the simple appearance of the soldiers, the elders of his hometown... and close friends who were far away in the Central Plains.

The next second, open your eyes and draw out your sword.

"Han Banner! Let's Kill"

"kill"

Boom boom boom... The fences across the span were pushed down by countless hands, and the shouting soldiers spread across the corpses piled up outside, and they also rushed out of the village gate. The roar of more than 4,000 people was roaring like a huge tsunami, shaking the earth. Countless steps rushed towards the battlefield where they were fighting with thunder.
Chapter completed!