"ah!"

His mouth was so wide that he could put down a pear. Zhang Jiurong rubbed his eyes in disbelief. *1*1* Looking up, from the outside of the cannon tower on the hill, there were dead people everywhere, with large patches of blood next to the corpse, and a broken flag was still stuck not far away. A few war horses were still lingering beside the dead. The west wind blew, and the feeling of bleakness in their lives. The closer they approached the cannon tower, the more dense the corpses of Liao soldiers were. A thick layer was accumulated on the southeast side and the northwest side of the cannon tower on the hill, and a layer of strange dark red was painted on the ground. The corpses were also everywhere between the Song army camps on the hill, and it was so terrible that they could not bear to bet.

"Great victory, great victory!" Zhang Jiurong couldn't help but feel excited. He was about to ask others to come and see when he found that all the soldiers were like gooses stretching their necks, staring at the touching scene intently.

"Damn it, the Liao thieves are really cruel," Lu Mingyu was wearing only a single dress, with his left and right arms hanging in gauze, and he insisted on accompanying Zhao Xingde to patrol the camp. "How many people died that night." Repaying blood for blood, the heartache of the fierce battle last night was slightly relieved due to the heavy losses of the Left Army.

"The commander is determined." Someone laughed, "The Liao thief jumped into the clown and turned his hand to make a decision." A different meaning appeared in his eyes, following Zhao Xingde. It was dawn, and Zhao Xingde inspected the camps to check the deaths and injuries and the situation of the camps. Luo Xianshi's words fell into his ears. Zhao Xingde frowned slightly, and then walked forward. Hearing that the general was patrolling the camps, the nearby battalions gathered troops to attend the parade, and the wounded soldiers followed him barely. In this hard battle, all the troops of the Baoyi Army were injured. A commander fought to guard the camps to death last night, and only less than 100 were left, and the rest were injured. After the victory, everyone had excited expressions on their faces. After recognizing Zhao Xingde, the soldiers were in a commotion again, and they were afraid of military discipline and did not dare to speak loudly.

I don’t know who shouted first, “The handsome man is wining!”

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Wan Sheng!"

"Protect the country and the people! Swear to kill the Liao thieves!"

Suddenly, there was a cheer like a tsunami. For some reason, the soldiers were more excited than usual when they were on the parade. If they didn't shout loudly, they would be afraid that their chests would be broken. Everyone yelled loudly: "Protect the country and safe the people!" "Swear to kill the Liao thieves!" "Masterman ten thousand victories!" "Masterman ten thousand victories!" "Masterman ten thousand victories!" "Masterman ten thousand victories!" "Masterman ten thousand victories!" "Masterman ten thousand victories!" "Masterman ten thousand victories!" "Masterman ten thousand victories!" "Masterman ten thousand victories!" "Masterman ten thousand victories!" "Masterman ten thousand victories!" "Masterman ten thousand victories!" The cheers spread from one camp to another, from the headquarters of the Baoyi Army to the prefectures and counties. The voices of countless people condensed into a violent hurricane, whistling in the sky, echoing, and spreading from afar.

There was a bit of pain in the army, and a little bit of sorrow disappeared a lot, and there were also flatteries. Zhao Xingde's expression was calm and he didn't say a word until the cheers gradually went down. He said loudly: "Last night's battle was all due to the generals. The army fought to the death and drove out the Liao thieves. If you want to say the credit, everyone will have a share!" As soon as he finished speaking, a larger cheer broke out in the stroke of the army. Lu Mingyu smiled and said: "If General Zhao had not been calm and composed and coordinated the battalions to face the enemy heavily, how could the Liao thieves be thrown away!" His words aroused a large number of people's consent. From the establishment of the Baoyi Army to the present, Zhao Xingde's prestige in the army has also become higher and higher. Last night's battle, people like Lu Mingyu, Luo Xianshi, also fought to the death, and they had no lack of confidence in the commander.

"Where are there," Zhao Xingde seemed ordinary and humble, but his face was no longer a smile. "Zhao was in charge of the central army, think about it? Last night's countermeasure was just 'suppressing it with quiet'. Most of the time to defeat the Liao soldiers was relying on the power of soldiers from various battalions!" He said to the generals, "The Liao thieves attacked at night, using the deceitful way to show off their eyes and ears, and they tried to make our army lose their own positions. They all rely on you, guarding the side in their hearts for being ignorant. Everyone can guard their positions and sacrifice their lives. Each battalion can guard the camps, so that the cannons in the hills can be as stable as Mount Tai." These words were passionate, and the generals could understand but not understand. The soldiers knew that this was a word that inspired the soldiers, and they responded loudly. The scene was very lively. Ma Yuan, Jia Yuanzhen and other officers showed their thoughts.

Zhao Xingde looked around the generals and shouted again: "The enemy's conspiracy can only deal with those mobs. We protect the righteous army uphold the righteousness and do not fear ghosts and monsters. We still practice deceitful arts. I set up a tough camp and fight to death. Let the wind come from all sides. I will remain unmoved. With an invincible way, I will wait for the enemy to win, and I will be able to win a hundred battles! I know whether it is clear! One person abides by oneself and unites as one, and the righteous army should keep peace for the people of the Song Dynasty!"

"Abide by the order!" Thousands of soldiers agreed loudly, "Preserve peace for the people of the Song Dynasty!" Another tsunami of mountains and seas. Soon, the soldiers shouted loudly again, "The Great General's victory!" "The Great General's victory!" The morale rose to the extreme. Luo Xianshi whispered in Zhao Xingde's ear: "Congratulations to the general, since then, the army has returned to the hearts of fire and water without hesitation."

Zhao Xingde sighed indifferently and did not speak anymore. His eyes were slightly condensed. Looking at the foot of the mountain, a cavalry rushed to the front quickly. The flag-plaque of the town was dismounted with his saddle, with a much respectful expression than before, and said loudly: "The Liao bandits retreated overnight. Yue Shumi asked General Zhao to discuss the pursuit of the enemy."

"Thank you for your hard work." Zhao Xingde nodded, "I'll go now." According to the plan in advance, the Liao soldiers were repelled and rescued Ezhou was urgent. The cavalry retreated rapidly, and the Song army wanted to divide the troops to aid Hubei, and it was difficult to pursue. Tiemu Ge's group has done many evil things since the invasion of the south. If he could not wipe it out, he would be really unwilling to accept it. Zhao Xingde looked at the flowing water on the river: "I don't know what's going on in Shuzhou?"

In Shuzhou City, Li Cheng was restless and finally suppressed his anxiety. He took a sip of tea, then spit out "pop", listened, and asked someone else: "Has the ghost sang outside again?" "No, no." The personal soldiers said tremblingly. In the past few days, the commander has been in a very bad mood. He has killed several personal soldiers, and rows of heads hanging everywhere in the city.

"Useless thing," Li Cheng raised his foot and kicked him, "Come and report me again!"

"Yes, yes." The personal soldiers retreated. The commander of the Wing Guards was good at using two swords and had the courage to use thousands of men, but his temper was very bad. Just yesterday, someone came to report that he was singing outside the city and shook the morale of the army. As a result, Li Cheng was killed by arbitrarily listening to the ghost singing outside the city, and was suspected of being a traitor.

Tiemuge and Xiao Xiangsheng just led their troops to pursue the Ezhou army, and Han Shizhong made a comeback, carrying tens of thousands of Yi soldiers in prefectures and counties to besiege Shuzhou. The roads around Shuzhou were cut off by the Song army. Although Li Cheng had more than 20,000 Wing Guards, the only veterans were only thousands, most of them were Ding Zhuang, who was carrying them to follow the bandits. It was not much that Liao soldiers were usually suppressed. As soon as the Liao soldiers left, they were surrounded by the Song Dynasty's official troops outside, and the morale of the army suddenly floated. In the past two days, rumors spread everywhere in Shuzhou City.

Some say that Brother Tiemu and Xiao Xiangsheng were defeated and died, some say that the Emperor of Bianliang issued an order to fight the thieves, but was killed by the Liao thieves. Some say that the Khitans wanted to convert all the fertile fields in the Song realm into pastures. They thought that there were too many people in the Song realm and were prepared to slaughter the four major surnames of King Zhao, Liu and Li, and the people of the coastal prefectures and counties were driven into the sea by cavalry to drown. Rumors became more and more popular, and even Li Cheng was suspicious. His surname was Li. He wrote a letter to the Northern Court to convert the clan into the Yelu clan or Xiao clan, but His Majesty had not agreed.

At the top of Shuzhou city, there was a gust of night wind. The cool night wind was filled with the fragrance of lotus leaves. In less than a month, the water chestnuts of the lake pond should be ripe. In this period of chaos, people at home could rely on it to fill their stomachs. There were rows of heads hanging on the wooden stakes, and soldiers were hiding behind battlements like lonely ghosts. The night was getting darker, but everyone's face obviously had a strange look.

"Listen." Liu Xiu whispered to Deng Fa beside him. Whenever the ghost singing outside starts, there is a female voice with a gentle voice, chasing the tune of Bianliang Music Square. Liu Xiu's expression couldn't help but concentrate. Since he was forced to sign a military signing, life is worse than death. Only this vague singing reminds him of his days.

The singing in the wind is intermittent, just like the ghost singing in the wilderness, but if you listen intently, you will be clear.

"The confinement period shines on Jiuzhou, and some families are happy and some families are sad. Several couples are in the same tent, while several families are floating outside."

The sad and sad tune of "The confinement period shines on the nine provinces" was sung several times, and more male and female voices were added. "Several couples and couples are in the same tent, while several families are floating outside" was getting louder and louder. Although the harmony of the crowd was not as correct as the female ghost at first, it was mixed with the local local accents from many places, and it lingered in the ears of many people. It sang and sighed three times, and it was straight into people's hearts, as if even the soul was evoked by the song.

"Several couples are in the same tent, and several families are floating outside"

Liu Xiu murmured. When he came to his senses, he was already full of tears, as if a knife had been stirred in the deepest part of his heart, and his heart was broken, and thousands of arrows were pierced. "Shut!" The soldiers in the distance coughed loudly. Liu Xiu woke up and quickly raised his sleeves to wipe away his tears, leaning against the battlements, stood up hunched over. Soon after, a group of soldiers patrolling the city walked by, Liu Xiu turned his back to them, not knowing that these people did not cry.

"The confinement period shines on Jiuzhou, and some families are happy and some families are sad. Several couples are in the same tent, while several families are floating outside."

Hongyu sang this tune dozens of times, her voice almost hoarse, and she stopped talking. Recalling the separation in the lyrics, Hongyu sighed and looked down. Under the platform, thousands of ragged soldiers and people were singing repeatedly. Although the people did not understand the rhythm, there were touching points in the song. When they were born in troubled times, many sorrows were placed in the song.
Chapter completed!