The three-day deadline is approaching in a blink of an eye, and the day to go to the Northern Expedition is approaching.

As the sky was light, Luo Zhaoyun got up. Today was the day for him to go to war. At the moment of the hour, the generals outside the city were the time for the three armies to sing the flags. Emperor Yang Guang of Sui personally ordered the army to reward the army, so it was more grand.

Luo Zhaoyun had to wear military uniforms, from armor, shirt, basin collar, hand armor, warrior uniform, waist equipment, all of which were brand new, because after being promoted to a general, the specifications of the armor changed.

Ning Muhe dressed for him one by one, gentle and considerate, like a little wife, serving him carefully, wearing armor and clothes for him, and sending him to the battlefield. Although this was not the first time she did this, she still felt a strange and mysterious feeling in her heart.

Ning Muhe tied his belt tightly for him, gently brushed a few black strands of his heroic forehead, and then stood on tiptoe to tie the back of his scarf, saying some concern: "Be careful this time on the expedition, I hope that Alang will succeed, sweep the rebels, and return triumphantly as soon as possible."

Luo Zhaoyun looked at Ning Muhe who was becoming more and more beautiful, with her ink-like black hair and a decent goose yellow pleated skirt, which concealed her delicate figure. The personal maid from that time has now become a big girl.

"Don't worry, wait for me to return!" Luo Zhaoyun's words were firm and he was still sure of this expedition.

Because history is very clear, King Yang Liang of Han raised an army and was wiped out in less than three months. He had several head-on confrontations and had great achievements.

And this time, as a general of the vanguard army, did the traces of history be realized in me?

………

The red sun spurted out from the horizon, and the morning light shone down, and a golden light was shining.

Three miles outside the southern city of Chang'an, a military exercise ground was temporarily built. A huge dot platform three meters high and about ten meters wide was built to the north. A huge log was built on the dot platform. A high awning was set up on the dot platform. The golden king flag was flying, and the handsome flag was flying. The morning sun was shining, and the atmosphere was bleak.

On both sides of the dot-stop, there are cowhide drums with a height of more than one meter standing. There are a hundred wooden stakes in front of them, and countless cows are tied to serve as flag sacrifices.

Soon, time came, flags were flying outside the city, and the people were crowded with people. Yang Guang stood on the stage with his face full of majesty.

"This rebellion of the Han King, which was unpopular, was unpopular. I personally appointed the generals to inspire the three armies to bravely kill the enemy and quell the chaos--" Yang Guang spoke passionately, which was quite inciting.

When he personally ordered Yang Su, Zhou Luohu and other generals, handed over the military talisman, and appointed him as the commander and general.

"Beat the drum and sacrifice the flag--" After Yang Su took over the military talisman and the order flag, he was familiar with the road, stood in front of the army, shouting loudly.

The commands were passed down from north to south, layer by layer, and the singing sounds continued.

"Dong-dong--" The dull and huge drum sound cut through the silence of the sky, alarming the sleeping birds in the forest in the distance.

"Kill--" One hundred heroes held heavy swords and saw the cattle animals tied to the altar. They raised their swords and fell in their hands, and their movements were neatly like a cold light. The level of one hundred livestock was cut down at the same time, and blood was sprinkled all over the school ground and sprinkled on the Wei flag.

"Kill! Kill--"

Tens of thousands of people raised their swords and guns, shouting and killing each other, reaching the sky and shaking the earth. Luo Zhaoyun was in it, and his blood was boiling. This is the ancient generals who set out to expedite men, defended their country, died in battle, wrapped in horses and corpses, guarded the border...

"The road to killing begins from now on!" Luo Zhaoyun sighed in his heart, full of enthusiasm and fighting spirit, ambition and domineering spirit, and blood burning.

Behind him, the lieutenant Guo Xiaoke and some men, wearing armor, were all thriving in blood and shouting loudly, with enthusiasm!

"Pioneer General Luo Cheng obeyed the order!" Yang Su shouted loudly.

"The last one is here!" Luo Zhaoyun listened to the seal order in front of the general station.

"The time has come, lead the army out!"

"Get order!" Luo Zhaoyun stood up, and now he stood in the wind, his battle robe floated, he turned over and jumped onto the horse's back, rode his horse back to the vanguard's array, and waved his spear forward with a sudden spear in his hand: "My sons, come out--"

"Here—" the soldiers spoke in unison and agreed with a loud voice.

At this moment, the war drums sounded, the horns were blowing, heavy and loud, and the symphony was pounding in everyone's hearts.

The 20,000 vanguard army was like long snakes in rows, heading towards the west. The red flags flying high were as if the mood of every soldier who went to war, excited and tragic. (To be continued.)
Chapter completed!