Poor Ghost Up and Down 2000

Hua Xiong stood in the tent with his hands behind his back and watched Hu Zhen walk away, the smile on his face sank.

Inexplicably, he sneered, maybe he was laughing at Hu Zhen, or at himself.

Sitting down tiredly, he looked at the long knife on the table.

He once read a military book with such a sentence written on it.

"What is war, when tens of thousands of people die, and the whole world, it is war. What is general, when one person dies, and all tens of thousands of people are generals."

The meaning is more or less the same, what is war, if thousands of people die, it is war that saves the world.What is a general? If one person dies, the one who saves thousands of people is a general.

"Just kidding." Hua Xiong grinned, his eyes dull: "How can there be such a general in the world?"

Once he believed, now he does not believe.

What is war? Tens of thousands of people die to become a king. This is war.What is a general, withered thousands of bones, become a general and become a general.

But he didn't know that there were indeed such generals in the past.

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"tread."

The horseshoes were digging restlessly on the ground, turning up the soil on the ground. The armor on his body and the weapon in his hand were cold, so cold that he could hardly move.

On horseback, Sun Jian's ancient ingot knife was held high in front of him. The direction of the knife edge was an army headquarters in front of Hulao Pass.

The army seemed to have more than ten thousand people, and the leader was a general with an iron-backed spear.

"My lord, I heard that Dong Zhuo's first army was no less than 3. Why is this the only thing?"

A general behind Sun Jian leaned slightly behind Sun Jian and asked.

Sun Jian frowned, with a heavy smile on his face.

"I don't know, but this time is just a test, if there is any change, retreat immediately, there is no need to fight."

"Yes!" The general behind him nodded.

The two armies confronted each other for a while, and the people in Dong Zhuo's army couldn't bear it at first. The leading general waved his spear, and the horse under him took a step forward.

"I am Hu Zhen, a general of the Xian army in Xiliang! We are all here!"

"Bang!" The soldiers in Dong Zhuo's army took a step together, causing the wind to be chaotic.

Sun Jian's eyes were slightly closed, and the deputy general led the army. It seemed that this army was indeed the main force.

"Follow me to defeat the enemy!" Hu Zhen reined in his horse and stood up, pointing his spear forward, and shouted loudly.

The horse's hooves fell, kicking up a cloud of dust, and at the same time, the sound of killing was deafening.

More than ten thousand soldiers rushed at the same time, the smoke and dust rushed, and the momentum was huge.After all, most of Dong Zhuo's soldiers were from the old troops of Xiliang, and they were originally strong troops, which were fundamentally different from the temporary troops assembled by the princes.

Although Sun Jian's army had also experienced wars, before this army, many people were also pale from the shock.

"Don't mess up!" Sun Jian's voice sounded like a tiger's roar, and the ancient ingot knife in his hand made a burst of wind.

"Kill the enemy and break the formation!"

"Ah!!" There was a howl in the army formation, and people like a tide rushed together with swords in their hands.

"what!"

Chang Cheng, who was weeping in that battle earlier, pierced the spear in his hand into the chest of a Xiliang soldier.

And the knife in the Xiliang army's hand also fell on his shoulder.

Blood splashed out, and his face was warm, but Chang Xiang didn't feel it, he pulled out the spear, watched the Xiliang army's corpse fall, panted, and looked at the countless figures around him.

He didn't want to die, and he held the spear in his hand, as if he was holding the last straw.

Although this seemed ridiculous in front of this almost unstoppable crowd, he didn't want to die.

"Whoosh whoosh!"

Countless arrows rained from the rear army, some belonged to Dong Zhuo's army, and some belonged to Sun Jian's army.

The arrow clusters were like rain, and the dark shadows of the arrows were like locusts, passing endlessly across the ground.

The troops rushing together in front will not be shot. When the two armies are fighting, in order to worry about accidental injury, the archers of the rear army shoot arrows at the opponent's rear army that has not rushed up.

Of course, there will be some arrows shot into the front army.

This is also the reason why infantry will rush forward desperately even if they don't want to, and they can mix in the crowd in the front, but it is even more difficult to survive if they are in the rear.

"Whoosh!"

Suddenly hearing a breaking wind, Chang Cheng in the crowd raised his head.

In his eyes, a flying arrow magnified in an instant, and there was a "poof", and there was a sharp pain in his eyes.

But then it seemed that he couldn't feel it anymore, and with it, his strength began to slowly drain.

Something was running down the face, but the eyes couldn't see anything.

He knew what was going on, but at this moment, he wasn't so afraid anymore.

General Sun promised to treat my family well...

Half hanging money, enough to eat for half a year, really good...

"boom!"

The person fell to the ground without a sound, and no one took a second look, because this kind of place is full of people without a sound.

In this world, a person's life costs half his money.

Someone asked whether it would be closer to the novel or the official history. How to put it, there will be both. After all, the battle of Hulaoguan has been written, and there is actually no battle of Hulaoguan in history.Well, the plot is relatively slow, I hope you don't mind, sweating.

Chapter 3 Thirteen: The Sword Shouldn't Be Too Sharp

The spears collided and tilted down, like a collapsed forest, making the sound of falling.

The people standing in front of the army formation had their bodies pierced by spears, or their throats were cut by swords. They watched their armors stained red with their own blood. Some were unwilling, some were lifeless, and some were relieved.

Standing behind the army formation, they braved the endless rain of arrows and rushed forward. Some fell to the ground after being hit by arrows, and some rushed into the front formation and fell into the fighting of the crowd.

On the battlefield, there is no place for people to survive, just like there is no place for people to live in chaos.