After a night of rapid travel, during which he killed several Khitan rangers, Li Fengyun successfully arrived at Futao Fort, which was sixty miles away from the Khitan camp on the Hutuo River.

Futao Fort is more than 30 miles away from the Hutuo River, and the old road of the Hutuo River once flowed through here.

Like the Yellow River, the Hutuo River also carries a lot of sediment in the river, and after entering the Hebei Plain, the flow slows down, and the sediment continues to accumulate until time, forming an above-ground river or a semi-above-ground river, so it will occasionally be diverted. It's just that the Hutuo River is far less fierce than the Yellow River, and the amount of water is incomparable, and the impact and harm of the diversion are much smaller.

Futao Fort is named after the Hutuo River, because in the folk, the Hutuo River is called the Futao River.

Before the diversion of the Hutuo River, the Futao Fort was also an important place, and there were many business travelers in the past, and it was relatively wealthy, so the brick wall to protect the Futao Fort was built tall and strong. After the diversion of the Hutuo River, the importance of Futao Fort plummeted, because it was located in a remote area and did not occupy the main road, so few people came.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this, coupled with the tall and strong wall, Futao Fort escaped the harassment of the Khitans, and the bandits everywhere could not take the tall and thick wall, Futao Fort has become a rare paradise in the war-torn land of Hebei, and people continue to flee here, and the population has increased instead of falling, from more than 300 households to more than 800 households today.

The guerrilla battalion was hidden in the Futao Fort, because many of the children in the Futao Fort were disciples of the Wolf Mountain Sect.

The soldiers of the guerrilla battalion, that is, the regular soldiers, were all taken to Futao Fort by Dian Kui, including the Ding Hu Regiment that was originally stationed in Langya Mountain, with more than 2,100 people, plus a group of martial arts masters from Tiance Mansion and the elders and disciples of the Qingsangmen, a total of 2,200 people. Langya Mountain was garrisoned by two hundred auxiliary soldiers.

Except for Wang Dashan and Wang Cheng, a few old generals who needed to garrison the Tibetan Army Valley and Langya Mountain, all the other troops gathered in Futao Fort. All the people of Tiance Mansion, except for a few dozen second- and third-rate masters who wanted to help defend the Tibetan Army Valley He Langya Mountain, also came.

It was already dark, and in front of the gate outside the castle, two thousand two hundred warriors held torches high and lined up in a neat phalanx.

Flags were whirring in the firelight, blown by the icy night wind.

Li Fengyun, who had rested for most of the day, inspected the soldiers of the battalion one by one under the blazing firelight, and his heart was gloomy, after the battle in the early morning of tomorrow, I don't know how many old ones can still stand in front of him, and how many iron-clad hot-blooded men will sleep forever on this fertile land.

There is no doubt that tomorrow will be an extraordinarily tragic battle, with hundreds of thousands of troops fighting on this land, and their blood will soak every inch of land on both sides of the Hutuo River. The danger in it, since Li Fengyun's debut, I am afraid that only the earliest battle of the small hill can be compared.

At that time, Li Fengyun occupied a favorable position and drained the blood of the Khitans.

This time it was just the opposite, Yerod Guang occupied a favorable position, and I don't know how many soldiers of the guerrilla battalion were about to fall on the way to the charge.

The edge of the sword is sharpened, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. Predators are always from the hardest and bloodiest battlefields. The purpose and plan of this battle have been discussed in detail by Li Fengyun with Dian Kui, Crazy Monk, Bai Futong and others, and the specific matters have been explained to every soldier.

"It's still the same sentence, if you don't want to go, if you don't want to go, stand up for Lao Tzu now, and get out of the guerrilla camp while it's still too late, Lao Tzu doesn't want to be a soldier!" Li Fengyun held the handle of the treasure knife and shouted loudly.

The scene was silent, and no one withdrew, even if they knew that if they quit at this time, Li Fengyun would really not embarrass them and would let them go. But Zheng Zheng man, died on the battlefield and other idle things, his head was cut off and he only had a big scar, and he was a good man eighteen years later, who could afford to lose this person, run away with his tail between his legs, and have no face to see people in his life?

"Okay, Lao Tzu's soldiers, are all heroes! Lao Tzu's soldiers, Lao Tzu is not bad, this battle is extremely dangerous, unlike any previous war, it must be a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood, how many people can come back, whether anyone can come back, Lao Tzu can't say.

In a word, since you want to follow Lao Tzu to the battlefield, don't think about coming back and leaving a scar, that's your luck; ten scars, that's your merit, no one can take away the merits; the big scar on the neck, that's the real hero, the hero, the ghost hero, to the underworld, meet the king of Hades, the king of Hades also has to take a detour, this is worthy of the incense offerings of future generations year after year.

When the two armies meet, they meet on a narrow road, and the brave wins! There is no invincible enemy, there is no enemy without me, and between the enemy and us, one must always fall to succeed.

I don't say much nonsense, just two words, kill the thief!"

Li Fengyun suddenly pulled out the Shadow Treasure Knife, and the black shadow swept across the sky, and the cold light of Sen Sen seemed to cut the moon buds hanging in the air into two parts.

"Kill the thief!"

"Kill the thief!"

"When we meet on a narrow road, the brave wins!"

"There is no invincible with me, there is no enemy without me!"

"Kill the thief!"

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The mountains roared and the tsunami was like the sky and the earth cracked, the soldiers shouted and shook the earth, and the people of the whole Futao Fort were alarmed, and several earthen dogs came out of the nest, and were about to bark a few times, and seemed to be shocked by the boiling murderous aura, "woo~woo~" and drilled back into the nest.

On the gatehouse of Futao Fort, an old Confucian stood against the wall, his face flushed, and said in a loud voice: "Strong, the wind is sluggish and the water is cold! Brave, the strong man will never return! If my sons and daughters of the Central Plains can be like this, if my Chinese soldiers can fight to the death and kill the enemy like this, who else in the world dares to peep at my Central Plains Yanhuang ethnic group?"

If the old man can be ten years younger, he will follow General Li to fight on the battlefield and drink the blood of Hu Lu.

Quickly take the old man's Nanmu coffin and carry it to the general, so as to prepare for the burial of the souls of the heroes who died in battle!"

Hundreds of people, with the old and the young, with melons and fruits to comfort the soldiers, flocked to the gate of the fort.

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Li Fengyun held a large stoneware bowl in his hand, and the bowl was filled with fragrant rice wine, and the aroma was refreshing: "Soldiers, brothers, after drinking this bowl of wine, I will go to the battlefield with Lao Tzu."

Those who died in battle and died in the country, this bowl of wine should be regarded as a send-off wine.

If you're lucky enough to survive, let's drink it when you come back!

Drink it!"

After that, Li Fengyun raised his neck, poured a large bowl of wine into his stomach, and with a "snap", he slammed the stoneware black bowl on it, and smashed the black pottery bowl.

"Shengyin!" 2,200 soldiers shouted in unison, pouring the rice wine in their hands into their stomachs, and there was another "pop" sound, and the broken pottery all over the ground flew wildly, breaking the black pottery bowl for nothing else, just to show that they did not plan to come back alive, and the black pottery bowl was no longer needed.

When the inhabitants of the fort poured out of the fort, they only saw broken pottery all over the ground, and a fire dragon was galloping away, only the sound of horses "stomping" was heard, which startled countless night birds.