armyinform Chapter 229 When was the last time you lied to someone?
Chapter 229 When was the last time you lied to someone?
Five days later.
All the soldiers and generals of the Dingzhou Army had made final preparations.
In the camp, everyone was wearing armor and holding weapons.
They held their breath, already thinking about the life-and-death battle they would have to fight to regain their lost territory.
At this moment, the military official Ling Shumo ordered all the soldiers to line up and pass through an empty tent before going to battle.
White peas are beautifully called: pre-war meal.
All the Dingzhou soldiers walked in with great confusion, and some even took bowls, chopsticks and spoons.
One team went over, two teams went over, and more and more...
however,
Every soldier who came out had bloodshot eyes and roared like thunder.
There were even some people crying bitterly, looking heavy and haggard in the twilight...
All the soldiers seemed to have their bodies bound by blood, and the weapons in their hands made a buzzing sound of war!
Each of them is thirsty for blood and to regain victory.
With swords pointing to the sky, fierce bloodiness burst out!
People's hearts are as hot as magma...
Even Deputy General Wang Kai had never seen soldiers so bloody before. They were simply injected with arrogance, ruthlessness, and brutal determination!
"Isn't that empty tent filled with rice porridge?" Wang Kai couldn't wait to walk in and take a look.
Several generals couldn't help but go in.
result,
Their eyes were immediately stunned by the shocking scene.
That was the blood-stained capital city...
The tent was filled with countless sketchbooks and blueprints, and endless blood...
There were women in tattered clothes who were raped by the Xuanli Army, children whose heads were chopped off, and elderly people whose food was stolen and whose breath was barely alive...
General Wan Yan of the Xuanli Army rode a tall horse and contemptuously led his troops into the capital and broke down the gate.
They abused the people of Daying in every possible way, burning, killing and looting...
Which soldier of the Dingzhou Army does not have parents and children? Which one of them has not experienced bloody battles against the enemy?
Looking at the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the fall of the capital, and the suffering endured by countless people in Daying, it is simply outrageous. How can one bear it!
The so-called bloodiness and murderous spirit are naturally aroused by these paintings.
These are the painter's personal experiences, and he paints them almost every moment, which makes all the scenes so realistic that you feel as if you are actually there.
Just one look at the Dingzhou army can arouse the desire to defend their country, and they have a temperament as cold, sharp and bloody as a blade.
Going into battle at this time must be the time when the military morale is the most cohesive.
Now that he had money, troops and city defense, Ling Shumo climbed up to the top of the city wall and told the story of the Great Ying Rebellion, the shame of the capital, and wept for Beihong.
The so-called long scroll "The Volume of Shocking Changes" often tells of the fallen paintings, which makes everyone who listens to it cry.
On the city wall, the snow has melted.
Those paintings in the empty tent, plus such an impassioned speech before the expedition.
At that moment, the Dingzhou army became iron spears.
These paintings are like a fire that instantly ignites everyone!
Talking and laughing, thirsty for the blood of Xuanli——
"Zi Chen, when was the last time I lied to someone?" Bai Wan asked involuntarily.
Ling Shumo said without hesitation: "It's not important——"
The person in front of me is different from ordinary people, and many of the things he does are touching.
The so-called nonsense and seriousness can be completely distinguished as true or false in front of him, and he has never been wrong.
Bai Wan followed the man's gaze and looked at the Dingzhou army under the city wall, feeling filled with emotion.
He has been catching crickets and crawling through dog holes since he was a child, and later gave up the imperial examination to become a painter. Or he became the most rogue in Baiyun City, cheating and deceiving people.
Because of the twists and turns in his life, his heart has long been as calm as water, and even though he has talent, he cannot feel that he is superior to others.
At this moment, this painter in his early twenties dressed in white was glowing with the light of stars and moon.
"Abai." Ling Shumo stared at everything under the city wall quietly, "People probably don't know that Danqing actually has this ability."
The man in the white cloak looked on: "Sometimes what is painted is not things, but the human heart."
He is no longer the ruffian who only knew how to paint secret play pictures and sell them for money.
Nor is he a court painter who uses his pen to express the people's sentiments, hoping to have his works heard by the emperor and wait for the emperor to take action.
The so-called pen can be used to draw whatever your heart desires, and can even be used as a weapon.
Ling Shumo also recalled the bloody scene when Dingzhou City fought against the enemy...
He was just a small civil servant, a painter and calligrapher, but he had to go into battle. When he occasionally collected corpses, he would die with his eyes wide open...
"Abai, we are just ordinary people. We can only do our best." The hoarse voice was faintly heard.
The two men looked at each other.
From the very beginning, Ling Shumo knew Bai Wan's intentions and fully agreed with the consequences of such actions.
In this world, they understand each other's thoughts very well.
Bai Wan said seriously, "We must win this battle, otherwise Xuan Li will continue to attack other prefectures, Dingzhou City will be unstable, and we will have a hard time."
Ling Shumo firmly held his hand: "We will not lose."
Yes, it's us...
In the wind, it seemed as if the only ethereal and quiet silhouettes of these two people were left in the world.
The white clothes are whiter than snow, and the black clothes are darker than ink.
One of them was not a general, and the other was not a soldier, but both were swept along by the worldly life and had to do this bloody thing in the twilight of life.
……
Big win one hundred and twenty-one years, March twenty-eighth.
Yanzhou City.
The Dingzhou and Zhengzhou armies attacked the city with overwhelming force and besieged it for more than 20 days, turning the situation into a standoff.
Han Miaoran's painting in the tent and Ling Shumo's words on the city wall were like a spark that ignited the soldiers' flag of justice.
The influence of those paintings did not disappear until a month later, but instead spread throughout the army.
This is enough to show that Bai Wan had a far-sighted vision and the three painters spent a lot of effort to highlight the effect.
As the atmosphere diffused, miracles seemed to occur.
The news that the Dingzhou army had become an iron-cast spearman spread to the thirteen prefectures in the north. The prefectures of Luyang, Yunzhou, Chongbai, Doucai and others were deeply influenced and they all awakened at the same time.
Various state governments left letters expressing their desire to form an alliance.
Under pressure, Yanzhou City gradually weakened and was captured soon.
The military newspaper from the front line pushed open the door and the soldier reported the news to Ling Shumo with great joy as soon as he got it.
They also sent the heads of three Xuanli Army generals who captured Yanzhou.
Ling Shumo looked at the head with great satisfaction: "Hang it in the barracks to boost morale."