The black mass is like there is no light in the whole city, and the vast darkness is like a large gathering of dark clouds. The soldiers are approaching the city with overwhelming force. The armor was so dazzling by the sun's rays that it looked like golden scales, billowing in waves. The heart-wrenching horn sound permeates the autumn colors. Autumn is already desolate, but because of this horn sound, it is even more tragic. The sunset is in the sky, layer upon layer, glowing with sacred light. Under the reflection of the sunset, the soil is like rouge, and it is as rich as fire. The night is almost purple, a little coquettish and a little blurry. The cold wind fluttered the flags of the troops, looking so majestic and full of morale. This red flag is moving, seemingly slowly but quickly, and is about to reach Yishui. The heavy frost soaked the drum skin, and the drumsticks hit the drum head. The drum sound was low and could not be raised - dull and depressing. It used to be such a golden platform, appreciated by the monarch, able to serve the country, and plan great ambitions, all in order to repay your appreciation and love. Fighting hard to kill the enemy, blood splattered on the battlefield, holding a sword in hand and willing to serve the country. May I turn into a cuckoo and return with blood.
A setting sun, an isolated city, a general, and a poet. He, Li He, is a relative of the emperor after all, but now he can only be a poetry ghost who uses poetry as a sword, living in the frontier. Whatever, whatever! It’s worth sacrificing your life for the Tang Dynasty!
Li He had already known that there was an enemy, but he didn't expect it to happen so quickly. As soon as night fell, the enemy's army came overwhelmingly like dark clouds. Facing the dense and endless enemy soldiers, how long can he hold out with only tens of thousands of defenders? As the soldiers approached the city, a sense of awe suddenly arose in his heart, "Everyone is destined to die, and it may be heavier than Mount Tai, or lighter than a feather." When those soldiers who were originally full of fear and dejected saw him like this, their morale suddenly increased greatly, and their hearts were filled with excitement. They gained confidence, killing one was enough, and killing two earned one. The sacred patriotic ambition made them fearless. They put on armor, held weapons in hand, and rushed out of the city under the bright moonlight. Attack is the best defense. .
The horns are still strong, but the war drums are too cold to beat. The soldiers rushed to kill in the biting cold wind. Unfortunately, after a few battles, most of the troops were damaged. However, the enemy troops still continued to attack, like migrating ants coming from the horizon. The originally brown land had been covered by soldiers from both sides. The blood was dyed purple and black. He, Li He, was still like the undefeated god of war, waving his spear. It was like the reincarnation of the Overlord of Chu. Zhao Zilong was possessed, like an angry mad general, holding high the battle flag, which was the flag of the Tang Dynasty. That is a flag that cannot fall down and is inviolable! The three of them formed a killing whirlpool, with corpses everywhere they went.
In a blink of an eye, it was almost dawn. They were tired and exhausted, but the patriotic belief in their hearts still supported them. Li He leaned on his spear and glared at the enemy.
The two lieutenants were dragging their axes and breathing heavily. Although they were surrounded by enemy troops, the enemy was intimidated by their morale. No one dared to act rashly. The powerful aura of the three men had frightened the enemy. The ax blade is full of blood, which is a witness to the death of the enemy...
"The emperor has allowed us to guard the border, and we will hold on to the death! We cannot let the emperor down!"
"We will fight to the death. Follow the general!"
With a roar, the three weapons rose from the dust again, and the three iron-clad men once again charged into the enemy formation...