Facts have proved that these comic strips were distributed in the military camp and the soldiers took good care of them. The comic strips were not lost, nor were they picked up by the older girls and younger wives, and Jiang Tao was not chased all over the street by his admirers. However, the effect is huge. Everyone has seen this kind of comic strip before. At most, someone said: He Xiulong, the brother-in-law of Ergouzi in our village is in her army. But this comic strip is different. The characters in the comic strip are not legendary figures, but their chief generals. "Look, this person in front of the city gate is me, I recognized him at a glance." "Nonsense, this is clearly me. I was among the first batch when we attacked Xinzhou, this must be me!" "No, it's obviously me. Although I'm not the first batch, Zou Wenhuai's head was hanged by our batch!" The soldiers who failed to get to the front during the siege secretly gritted their teeth. Next time, they must chop off a few more heads, fight a bloody path, and rush to the front. Generals Lu and Jiang will appear in the comic again. time, you can take them with you. If someone accidentally dies in the killing field, the master might even publish a comic book for them. Just like the twelve gentlemen, they are just twelve ordinary scholars, but you can feel the master's love for them in every line. their respect. Everyone will die, some are as heavy as Mount Tai, some are as light as a feather, and those like the Twelve Gentlemen are as heavy as Mount Tai.
The soldiers were holding back their energy and gearing up, eager to rush to the front line immediately and make contributions. Lu Zhen and Jiang Tao also felt this atmosphere in the army. The two of them have never regarded themselves as superior coaches. They are still young, and many people in the military camp are older than them. When they were in Maple Ridge and in the field training, they rolled in the grass like everyone else. Spending the night in the cave, they knew the soldiers under their command and how to mobilize their arrogance. At this time, all it takes is a war drum to make the army roar with arrogance. Jiang Tao said he wanted to beat the drum himself, and he was a good drummer. On the first day of the twelfth lunar month, it is appropriate to attack. Jiang Tao, dressed in armor, waved his drum hammer and beat the war drum. Once the drum sounded, all the drums harmonized. The sound of the drum moved the sky, shook the mountain tops, and filled his chest with great pride. Taihang is majestic, the cold wind is hunting, the wind is blowing the war flag, and the bold ambition is like an arrow on the string! Lu Zhen held wine bowls in his hands, one bowl to the sky and the other to the earth. He picked up the third bowl of wine and said loudly: "Soldiers and soldiers, this place in the Taihang Mountains is the best place to make achievements. My sons, after drinking this glass of wine, we will move forward bravely. Once we go, we will be thousands of miles away, and the sound will shock the world, and our army will be praised. Fame!" "Show your strength! Show your strength!" Shouts and war drums filled the mountains and fields, resounding throughout the mountains. Jiang Tao handed the tambourine to the drummer on the side. He took the big knife, mounted his horse, and shouted loudly: "Charge!" The sound of war drums is like roaring waves, thousands of troops and horses are descending from the mountain like fierce tigers, the sound of drums is surging between heaven and earth, and the young heroes are creating passionate legends! "Commander, Ran's army is attacking!" Xu Rong heard the words and quickly climbed up the tower. He took over the clairvoyance and looked far into the distance. He saw smoke and dust billowing, and the army was coming at full speed like a mountain roaring and a tsunami. Xu Rong frowned deeply and cursed: "These little wolves!" Although his clairvoyant eyes could not clearly see everyone's expressions, Xu Rong could already feel the strong murderous intention. This was a group of tiger and wolf masters, and they were still so young. Everyone seemed to have endless strength, not just small ones. What is a wolf cub? No matter how young a wolf cub is, he still dares to fight against a black bear and a leopard, but Xu Rong no longer has the heart and courage of a leopard.
In the last battle, Lu Zhen and Jiang Tao fought easily, and although he won a small victory, he had used his full strength. And now, those two children obviously came to him to fight for their lives, but what about him? Xu Rong gritted his teeth: "Meet the enemy!" In this battle, he was not fighting for King Jin, but for Fu Yansheng. Their brothers were kind to the Fu family, and Fu Yansheng was in a difficult situation now. It was time for them to repay their kindness. My brother is dead, but I still have him. Xu Rong had already made up his mind to die. The only ones he couldn't worry about were the Fu family brothers who were still in the city to observe their filial piety. Hopefully Xu Sheng can act according to his plan. Xu Rong took the big gun and said loudly: "I will personally defend the enemy!" An hour later, Xu Rong met the last opponent in his life. Lu Zhen! This was the first time Xu Rong saw Lu Zhen, and it was also the last time. Lu Zhen is younger and more handsome than he imagined. Xu Rong smiled. Lu Zhen, with red lips and white teeth, was more suitable to hang out among the brocade bushes in the capital, sleeping among flowers and willows, and be a carefree dandy. But Xu Rong knew that Lu Zhen was definitely not an embroidered pillow. Otherwise, how could Zou Wenhuai's head be hung on the tower? Xu Rong did not dare to underestimate the enemy, but when his big spear met Lu Zhen's silver spear, he knew that he still underestimated the enemy. Lu Zhen's marksmanship and strength were much better than his! Lu Zhen is Li Jinxiu's grandson. He not only inherited Li Jinxiu's marksmanship, but also inherited Li Jinxiu's bravery in sweeping the world! The moment Xu Rong was picked off his horse, there was only one sentence in his mind: "It's not a loss to die under this gun!" The Jin army was defeated and its general Xu Rong died in battle. Lu Zhen climbed up to the Pingshan Gate Tower, with tens of thousands of troops below. Lu Zhen raised his arms and shouted: "My sons, we are victorious!" "Victory! Victory! Victory!" The shouts shook the earth! In a secluded house in the city, a figure stumbled and pushed open the door. "How's Brother Xu doing?" someone in the yard asked. Although they did not go out, they heard the shouts in front of the city gate, victory, they were shouting victory. Since they turned against their father and ran away alone, they no longer care about who wins or loses. Just like now, all they care about is Xu Rong's life and death. Xu Sheng's face was filled with tears. The moment he was ordered to come here, he knew that today would happen. "The second general is dead!" The Fu brothers burst into tears. Xu Sheng was worried that the crying would spread, so he quickly dragged them into the house. "The second general knows that this city cannot be defended. He has already planned to die. He has arranged everything. Young masters, you must listen to the villain from now on." The Fu brothers sobbed and wiped away their tears, looking at the two bewildered children in the corner. Ran Jun did not go from house to house to search for fish that slipped through the net, as he imagined. They only spent three days repairing in Pingshan City.
On the first day, the dead soldiers were buried, including the Jin army and their chief general Xu Rong. Lu Zhen ordered that Xu Rong be given a generous burial. The coffin was the most expensive one bought from a longevity wood shop in the city, and the tombstone was carved overnight. Lu Zhen said: "Every soldier who is loyal, brave and fights to the end should be respected. Xu Rong deserves it!" Lu Zhen's words spread throughout the streets and alleys. Xu Sheng returned home, covering his mouth and crying silently. Being able to gain praise and respect from opponents is the best posthumous honor for a second general. (End of this chapter)