Yue Shang Han Guang

In the fifth year of Rende, it was the time of the Great Cold.It was the second day Fang Han arrived at the barracks.

The battle between Yan and Chen was at Dongye Pass.

The sky is blue, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are relaxing, and there are a few vines twining around the evergreen trees.Obviously, the spring spirit was in the bud, but it just died prematurely under the neighing and trampling of the iron-hoofed horses.

The sound of gongs, drums and horns is full of killing and massacre.Chen Jun's cavalry rushed straight into the gap between the Changsheng Army's circular formation, trying to disrupt the formation, and went straight to the Chinese general Wu Yue.

The sound of horseshoes was deafening, whistling and neighing like a rising tide, and in an instant, the two waves collided together, making a loud noise like the earth shaking and the mountains shaking and bombing.The cold light splashed everywhere, and they were fighting with the cavalry of the Ever Victorious Army.Wu Yue and Sun Yu, the general of the enemy country, sat on horseback and commanded the Chinese army calmly and steadily.

The cold light of the ice blade was splashed everywhere, and the flesh was cut open and submerged into the blood and bones. In front of the eyes, there were bodies that were constantly falling down, spilling intertwined blood red, staining the sight red, and dripping blood drops from the bright red watering the fragrant grass on the ground.

The soldiers and teammates of the past fell one by one, the sound of the sword piercing into the flesh and blood was endless, and the anger, sadness, grief and despair surged in the chest, and they wanted to tear the flesh alive. They rushed out, but they could only let out one after another vicious and resentful roars like a ghost asking for his life.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!!--"

The mournful and majestic long roars were abruptly cut off when there was no time to dodge under the shadow of swords and swords.

The command of the Chinese army is still in an orderly manner, and it is all about disrupting the formation of the enemy side.

Until the enemy's arrow pierced the sky and pierced towards Wu Yue's eyebrows, Fang Tian's painted halberd shot out in an instant, and with a "pop", the arrow broke into four pieces and fell to the ground neatly. It was still held in the hand of the general who didn't move at all.

The halberd flew away again, like a ten-mile frost flower, brushing past the crowd fighting from all walks of life, like a long arrow, directly hitting Sun Yu's face.Sun Yu turned sideways and quickly opened the painting halberd, and saw the roaring horses dodging the fighting formation like lightning and thunder. Immediately, the young general held the painting halberd that was spinning in mid-air lightly, and single-handedly rushed straight over.

Han Jing was in a cold sweat when he saw this scene in the Chinese army.This is really a reckless move. If Sun Yu launches the slave soldiers now, Wu Yue will definitely die.

However, Sun Yu seemed to be intimidated by this action, until Wu Yue was almost two feet away, it was too late for him to issue orders.

"Ding--"

The sparks from the friction between the weapons and the weapons resounded in the eardrums.

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Fang Han waited anxiously at the camp, not even in the mood to eat lunch.

It’s not like going to a long distance to fight a war. You may come back after a long trip. Although you may pass by a relative’s house and stay for a few days on the way, you will come back intact.But it’s not necessarily a war. Maybe this trip went out and returned with cold bones, or even the bones were buried on the battlefield, and they were no longer searched.

In his head, he listed one hundred and one ways of injury and death that Wu Yue might have. While Fang Han wanted to fill this powerful brain hole, he opened another brain hole.

Until night fell, Wu Yue still didn't come back with his troops. Fang Han sat on the stone pier in the camp all night in panic, all kinds of messy and weird thoughts flooded in.

He couldn't bear it any longer, and decided to take advantage of the twilight to rush to Dongyeguan to pick Wu Yue back in person.

After walking for less than two or three miles, under the deep blue sky, it was the return of the Yan character banner.

There were obviously [-] soldiers who went out, but there were [-] more corpses today, and some were buried in the hazy mood of early spring.

Yesterday, the little soldier who picked wild fruits and shyly asked him "Do you want it?" is lying in the white cloth today. He once said that his parents at home have been thinking about him for a long time. He is the only seedling at home and wants him to marry For a serious daughter-in-law, no matter how vigorous she is, she will live her life in a normal way.He once looked at the bright moon and shyly said that he would find a good girl after the war and give birth to a fat baby and love her for the rest of his life.But today is gone.

Fang Han feels that life is so short, and also feels the helplessness and powerlessness of being unable to control life.

I don't know which soldier in the camp started the tune first, and the uneven ones all went out of tune, and then someone joined in, singing intermittently one after another, and finally it became a sound.Broken and choked dirge and thorn bird are intertwined.

"The Qiang flute outside the Great Wall, the wind and snow are still there. When the moon is full, take my soul back to my hometown..."

Wu Yue took off his blood-stained armor in the camp, and sat in front of a few desks, wiping the painted halberd in his hand.

Fang Han secretly hid outside the tent with hot soup, and there was a loud "bang—" fist hitting the table in the dead and quiet inside.

This is probably the most tragic war that Wu Yue fought for the first time in his seven years in the army.

But helplessly, Fang Han didn't know how to comfort him.

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