Cat and Mouse Short Stories

Yuan Hao would be allowed to submit to Song as a foreign emperor.So the ambitious Yuan Hao gathered an army to attack Yanzhou.At that time, Fan Yong, who was in charge of Shaanxi, sent a large army to support the fortress, and the city of Yanzhou was empty, so he called for the nearby Song army to rescue.

Zhan Zhao went back to Yanzhou just after receiving the order, with less than [-] troops in his hand, but he traveled day and night to eat and sleep in the open, hoping to hold Yuan Hao's [-] troops temporarily.The memory came back, and Zhan Zhao couldn't help but secretly startled. His hands and feet were not bound, and his martial arts qi remained the same, but the sword at his waist had been changed into an ordinary cold sword.

He could still vaguely remember that before he passed out, what he smelled was a faint scent of cold plums, which was clear and indifferent and refined. This smell was exactly the same as the mouse that made him worry about it.Only then did he lose his vigilance, but unexpectedly he fell into a trick.

Who is it that ordered the leader of the Song army to change hands without anyone knowing it, but did not embarrass Zhan Zhao? What is this person's intentions?Being able to use this kind of fragrance to make Zhan Zhaohuang amazed, this person should be very familiar with him.The two armies confront each other, if Zhan Zhao is not there, the biggest beneficiary will undoubtedly be Xixia.So Zhan Zhao didn't dare to delay, and coughed lightly.

Hearing this, the horse-leading boy turned his head quickly, with a delicate face, looking quite alert. "My lord is awake. The mountain road is still far away. Do you want to speed up your pace, lord?"

It doesn't sound malicious, but it's not clear whose hands the Ten Thousand Song Army fell into, nor what the fighting situation ahead is.With anxiety in his heart, Zhan Zhao asked in a deep voice: "Do you know who I am and who gave you orders?" The smile disappeared from the warm brows, like a cold sword ready to go in the scabbard sparkling .

The little boy behaved neither surprised nor humbled, he didn't look like an ordinary person.Putting on an extremely well-behaved and lovable smile, he grabbed the reins and said, "The little one collects money from others to do business, and sends the young master all the way south. Don't ask if you shouldn't ask. This is also the rule of our business."

The sun was setting on fire, and it was already slanting to the west. It was only a few hours later.Across the mountain peak, it seemed as if one could hear the sound of fighting in the distance, and the flames of battle between golden horses and iron horses should be another stroke of blood that can be described in the annals of history.These thousands of miles of mountains and rivers are the territory of the entire Song Dynasty.

"If I insist on not going to the south, what can you do?" After thinking about it, he couldn't figure out the situation in a few words, Zhan Zhao didn't insist anymore, he just expressed his heart.In any case, he has to return to the original place, even if he goes through fire and water, he cannot abandon his deployment at a critical moment, even if he knows he will be imprisoned, he will not hesitate.

I thought it would cost a lot of trouble, but the little boy didn't show surprise and hesitation, he just handed the reins to Zhan Zhao and said with a smile: "If you want to go back, my lord, just go back. It's just that the medicine on my body hasn't completely dissipated." Go, if you want to use force, it's better to stretch your muscles and bones and warm your body first."

Zhan Zhao became more and more suspicious, but the urgency of the war in the distance did not allow careful consideration, if there was a conspiracy, it would be a big deal before he encountered it before making a decision.Without stopping any longer, Zhan Zhao turned his horse's head around and rode the horse galloping with his legs together, leaving only a line of dust flying slowly against the backdrop of the setting fire.

The little boy smiled, put his thumb and forefinger in his mouth, and let out a clear and long whistle.The white pigeon cooed and landed on his shoulder. The boy reached out and stroked the pigeon's wings, and gave the command to let it fly again.In the nine-turn corridor of the high mountains, the white doves quickly turned into white spots and disappeared in the thick green shade.

From afar, I could smell the smell of blood carried away by the wind, the thick and sticky smell of fishy and salty, which condenses the heroic soul who is not afraid of life and death.The war drums roared like thunder, and the screams before death pierced the veins in the ears one after another.At every moment, countless soldiers fell, and the loess and bones were the final destination.

The whole picture of the confrontation can be glimpsed from the cliff.Across the torrential and huge waves of Wulongchuan, Xixia clothed a curved crescent formation, and Yuan Hao was in a relatively safe area at the bottom of the crescent.The Song army set up a front arrow array, and the first person put on the black scale armor and eagle feather helmet that originally belonged to Zhan Zhao. The black scales on the armor reflected the bright luster of the fiery red sunset, and the sharpness was as dazzling as torches.With the ancient black gold giant que sword in hand, with a single wave in the air, there is a vast expanse of scorching power.

The distance was too far, Zhan Zhao couldn't see the man's face clearly, and the black scale armor was mottled with light and shadow, and he couldn't make out his figure.Only the unrelenting strike of a sword can block the vigor of millions of heroes, making the sun, the moon and the stars all look pale.It turned out that someone stole his identity, just to fight for him and Xixia to the death.

In a war of 10 people against [-] people, life and death are uncertain due to the great disparity in strength.This battle is very likely to be a tomb, and there will be no return.

The Xixia army crossed the river in mighty strength, but the speed was extremely slow due to the barrier of Wulongchuan.The Song army lined up the shield cloth into two wings, followed by three rows of bow and arrow troops.After one row was shot, the next row was added, and the arrows continued to cover the sky and cover the sky, shooting those Xixia vanguard troops crossing the river without returning.Bodies stranded on the shore and in the water, piled up one hill after another.The water of Wulongchuan is like ten thousand white horses, and the raging waves are rolling in frost and snow, and there are great momentum when they beat the shore.The bright red blood splashed more and more in the white waves, dyeing the river into patches of red rivers.

Zhan Zhao rode his horse down the mountain, and finally arrived at the Song Army's ranks.The position is in the rear, blocking the thousands of troops and horses, and the posture of the person in the front cannot be seen clearly.

Close at hand is full of life and death contests, and the boiling blood is the red blood of defending the country.Zhan Zhao, a swallow, flew past countless figures to the left wing, picked up a bow and arrow to fill the vacant position of one person.

From this position, he could finally see the person pretending to be Zhan Zhao. The Juque ancient sword was quite heavy, and it was extremely difficult for ordinary warriors to wield a sword, let alone a weapon.The man had no sense of stagnation, the jet-black ancient sword in his hand accompanied by the gleaming black-scaled armor, outlined the whole person like a green pine and strong bamboo.Although Shi's tricks are different from Zhan Zhao's usual ones, but he has learned a ten-tenth of the sense of flowing clouds, flowing water, simplicity and grandeur.

Some things, no need to speculate and test will have results.For example, at this moment, Zhan Zhao is very relieved to hand over the battlefield to the impostor.And that person's safety will be guarded by Zhan Zhao.

The two armies fell into a stalemate for a while, and their arrow feathers resisted the attacks of the Xixia army one after another.And that counterfeit Zhan Zhao was so brave and unparalleled, and the moment Ju Que was let go, he took several lives.The weight of the armor didn't affect his gait at all, the whole person was like a Shura on fire, unrestrained and sharp, and there was no sound under the sword when the mat was rolled up.The morale of the Song army was greatly boosted, and the infantry fought bravely behind the commander, sending those Xixia soldiers who had finally crossed the river to the west.

Zhan Zhao has excellent eyesight, and can see Yuan Hao across Wulongchuan.I saw him bow his head and explain a few words to the person next to him, then stood up.The sound was like a dragon chant, hovering over the huge battlefield.With superior internal strength as the support, what Yuan Hao said word by word was incomparably clear and fell into everyone's ears. "Zhan Zhao, those who know the current affairs are heroes, and stubbornly resisting in the corner is just costing more lives. If you can turn to the light and come to Xixia, what you want, as long as Xixia can do it, I will definitely grant you."

Xixia temporarily stopped attacking, and the Song army stopped resisting.Tens of 10 people were silent for a moment, and the silence was like the calm before the storm, breaking people's rigid bones inch by inch.

Interruption is also a weapon, and persuasion is also a tactic.The timing of Yuan Hao's use of this move was just right, that roar in the air was like a thunderbolt, shaking people's nerves.Zhan Zhao couldn't help frowning, how should he respond in order to hold back the Xixia army due to the disparity in strength.

I only heard the man speak lightly, his tone was not as gentle as Zhan Zhao's, but it also had a bit of leisurely taste. Under the tranquility, there was a utter loyalty to Da Song. "As a citizen of the Song Dynasty, Zhan died as a soul of the Song Dynasty. How could he abandon the dark and turn to the light? What Zhan wanted was for Xixia to retreat and return the land of the Song Dynasty to make the people happy. As for current affairs, forgive Zhan for being dull. I don't know the time."

This remark also used superior internal force to spread, without giving in, every sentence must be contested, and Zhan Zhaolai responded in person.Zhan Zhao couldn't help but smile a little, and even learned his own way of speaking.

"Zhan Zhao, are you determined to fight Xixia to the end?" Yuan Hao's voice was clearly filled with anger, and many timid people had already flinched and pleaded guilty.

The man stood still, his black cape dancing in the shadow of the wind.With a slight smile, the man said flatly, "It was Xixia who violated our Great Song Dynasty, and Zhan was just defending our Great Song Dynasty."

This laughter is extremely clear and shallow, clear and clear, Lingling flutters on the battlefield.Clear and cheerful, what can't be changed is his rebellious temperament.And that sentence was resonant and forceful, and it portrayed Zhan Zhao's unshakable arrogance exactly.Only those who have a tacit understanding can vividly portray the image of another person.

As soon as the word was written, the Xixia army came across the river again, fearlessly.Use flesh and blood to pave the way for the soldiers behind.The army of the Song Dynasty was also red-eyed, with arrows forming forests and swords, and blood raining down, spreading red curtains between the sky and the earth.

Under Yuan Hao's command, the Xixia army across the river moved their shields and approached in a mighty manner.Song Jun's arrows were blocked by the shield, and the Xixia army was approaching step by step.With every step closer, the defensive line in his heart crumbled a little bit, and the Song Army's position was in disarray silently.

Already some Xixia soldiers climbed up to the bank, ignoring the sword and using the light of their sabers, they rushed straight at the general.A Song soldier nearby had quick eyesight and quick hands, and cut off the soldier's head with a knife in his hand.The blood mist dispersed, and death came too unexpectedly, so that it was too late to feel the pain of the neck being scratched by the blade.

The person pretending to be Zhan Zhao raised the giant tower high, his vigorous body seemed to be calm and unmoving.The clear voice is still there