The short-lived ghost of the Xie family has lived a long life

Chapter 833 Death in battle
Bu Liu turned his head and was startled.

At some point, the beard on the general's chin turned white, none of it was black, and the thin layer of skin attached to the beard also drooped.

Looking up further, his hair is all white, and his eyes are no longer bright, but rather like a candle that has almost reached its end and has burned out of shape.

The appearance is distracted, and the spirit is also distracted.

Indescribably old.

But how could it be?

A month ago, the general was shirtless and fighting with them in close quarters on the training ground.

A soldier was knocked down by him. He raised his head and shouted: "Here comes another brat. If his hands and feet are weak, don't scream. You need to be stronger."

"General."

Anger surged up in him, "But that eunuch secretly made you angry?"

The general stared: "He dares!"

If he is not an eunuch, he is the King of Han.

Bu Liu was self-righteous and assigned the King of Han in his heart.

These kind of dragons and grandsons are all showboats, they know nothing about fighting, and they will only bring trouble to the general.

As for the coach, who is blind?
The King of Han wanted to plate the battlefield in the north with gold so that he could go back and compete with the prince for the throne.

"General, you shouldn't have accepted this hot potato in the first place. Even if you did, you should be the head coach and you should be honest."

The old general glanced at Bu Liu.

"Liuzi, you can't take every step right in this life. Now that things have happened, I don't want to look back, and I have nothing to regret. It's all destiny."

He lowered his eyes, patted his beloved horse with his big palm, and said solemnly: "It is not up to people to gather and disperse, and it is not up to people to live or die. Let each of us take care of his destiny."

Bu Liu felt indescribably sad when he heard these words.

Yes, once the general retreats, they can only go their separate ways and settle their destiny.

"Miss Yan, I have thought about these words over and over again, and now I feel that there is something in the general's words. Unfortunately, I was so stupid at the time that I couldn't understand it at all."

"There is indeed something in the words."

Through the introduction of Bu Liu's words, Zheng Yu's own sigh was expressed. Under the calm expression, there was a huge pain that no one knew.

The pain tore at him and devoured him day and night, turning him from a high-spirited general into a depressed old man in just a few days, unable to show any lofty ambitions.

Yan Sanhe closed his eyes slightly and said in a trembling voice: "Then...how did he die on the battlefield?"

When asked about this, Bu Liu showed indescribable annoyance on his face.

They sent troops to the north in the seventh year of Yonghe. Within one year, even the stupidest soldiers in the Zheng family army could see that the King of Han was a mediocre man with great ambitions and few talents.

Not only does he have no strategy, he is also a bit arrogant.

In the three battles that the army lost, he was responsible for arranging the troops, so that the war dragged on until September.

Winter has entered in the Northland in September, and the weather is already very cold.

The soldiers had been away from home for more than a year, and no one thought about their wives, children, and children at home.

If the war is delayed until the spring of next year, the Tatars will be fat and strong after a long winter of rest, while the Chinese soldiers will slowly deplete their morale in longing and boredom.

Isn't this just a repeat of Song Zhiyu's mistake?

Must be quick.

The Chinese army wanted a quick victory, but the Tatars did not.

They were not stupid, and they knew that after this winter, the war would be in their favor, so they spread out their troops.

Bu Liu led his men and went out to the camp dozens of times to conduct reconnaissance, but they could never find out where the main Tatar army was hiding.

This is dying.

At this time, the old general proposed a way to use him to lure out the main Tatar force.

China's several large-scale wars with the Tatars were led by veteran generals, and the Tatars hated him.

This time the old general went to war again, and the Tatars came out with harsh words, wanting to cut off the old general's head to pay homage to the souls of those who died under his sword.

What's more important is that the old general is the backbone of this northern expedition. The Tatars know very well that as long as the old general is killed, the King of Han will be nothing to worry about, and the Chinese army will undoubtedly be defeated.

The plan was a good one, but it was too dangerous. How could any dignified general put himself in danger?

But if you want to win the war and have a reunion dinner with the family's old snacks before New Year's Eve, using old generals as bait is the simplest and most effective strategy.

The Lord kept the lamp in the tent lit for three whole days and three nights, and finally made a plan——

The incident started with a fight between the soldiers of the Zheng family and the soldiers of the King of Han;
Caused conflicts between the generals and the King of Han;

The general was dissatisfied with the King of Han's dictating, and the King of Han hated the general's reliance on his old age.

There is no room for two tigers in one mountain. In order to avoid conflicts, the general led the Zheng family army and moved to Heishan City three hundred miles away to spend the winter.

When the Tatars got the news, they would not miss this opportunity and sent out a large number of troops to besiege Montenegro City.

The Zheng family army has [-] troops, so the Tatars will send at least [-] troops. Once they send out troops, the hiding place of the main force will be exposed.

The King of Han led his troops to destroy the main Tatar army first, and then came to support Heishan City.

The old general had to stay in Heishan City for seven days, waiting for reinforcements from the King of Han.

Yan Sanhe: "How many troops did the old general really take away?"

Bu Liu was shocked, and after a while he replied: "Only five thousand."

Yan Sanhe: "In other words, the old general will use 5000 troops to defend an empty city for seven days. Outside the city are [-] elite Tatar soldiers."

Step [-]: "Yes."

Yan Sanhe clenched his fists: "Why do you lead so few soldiers?"

Bu Liu took a deep breath and said, "To ensure that the King of Han's side is safe, the old general can only lead five thousand soldiers at most."

Yan Sanhe: "Did Yan Ruxian participate in the formulation of this plan?"

Bu Liu: "Miss Yan, this is not something that I, a young lieutenant, can know."

Yan Sanhe: "How long did the general last?"

Step [-]: "Seven full days."

Yan Sanhe: "Aren't you waiting for reinforcements?"

Step [-]: "The reinforcements are two hours late."

Yan Sanhe's voice trembled: "Why late?"

Step [-]: "Because on the way to Black Mountain City, we have to pass two passes. The passes can only accommodate one person and one horse, which delays time."

Yan Sanhe: "That's why the general died in battle."

"Yes!"

Bu Liu's eyes became hot and tears almost fell.

When the reinforcements led by the King of Han arrived at Heishan City, the city gates were wide open, corpses piled up like mountains, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.

Everyone in the Zheng family army was like a madman, rushing towards the city desperately, looking for the old general.

Suddenly, everyone stopped and their eyes focused on a pile of corpses not far away.

In the middle of the pile of corpses, an old man with white hair knelt.

The old man lowered his head, his body was covered with long swords, and his armor was dyed red with blood.

His right hand was holding the flagpole tightly, and a piece of broken cloth hung above the flagpole.

The wind blew up the rag, and the word "Zheng" was written in gold characters on it.

The old man's white hair was also blown away by the wind, revealing a familiar face.

Everyone in the Zheng Jiajun felt a pain in their hearts, bent their legs, and knelt straight down.

"Old General!"

The deafening screams resounded throughout Black Cloud City, making Bu Liu's eardrums pop.

Two lines of tears fell from his eyes.

General, didn't we agree that we should have a good meal when we return to Beijing?
(End of this chapter)