Legend of Sword King

In his previous life, when Cheng Qing commanded a million men to fight against the Uighurs, Bai Xiu Li was Cheng Qing's competent general, and he understood Bai Xiu Li's ability very well. That national war was Cheng Qing's victory, as well as the victory of millions of hot-blooded soldiers and countless heroic elites.    

    

The difficulties Cheng Qing talked about before were very difficult for normal generals, but for Bai Xiuli, they could be defeated.    

    

To Cheng Qing, this question was a natural answer. However, when Bai Xiu Li heard this answer, it was no different from the morning bell and evening drum. His heart began to beat faster.    

    

He looked at Cheng Qing, looked at this young Lieutenant, and said nothing for a long time.    

    

"If after this battle, both of us will be alive, on the bloody battlefield, we will raise the enemy by a hundred thousand and become brothers!" Bai Xiuli's words were like gold.    

    

He was the famous backbone of the Bai Clan, a very talented and courageous general of the Imperial Guard Army of the capital. But now, he said these words in an incomparably solemn tone to a young man who was only 16 or 17 years old.    

    

Cheng Qing thought back to his previous life, when they fought side by side in the blood-soaked battle. When they defeated the Uighur army on the battlefield, they were both covered in wounds and they could barely even stand properly.    

    

He thought of that evening when Bai Xiuli, who had lost an arm, sat on his fat feet. His lips were dry and cracked, and he was covered in blood. He sighed at the mountains of corpses and the sea of blood, and his voice was hoarse as he said, "If there is 300 liters of liquor at this time, I would like to rest here forever."    

    

Cheng Qing let out a long breath, looked at Bai Xiuli, and said, "If we lose this battle, our corpses will be buried in a sea of blood. If we win, we are willing to drink 300 liters with the general!"    

    

"Alright, I'll give you my word!"    

    

"A whip attack!"    

    

The tactical collaboration was reached.    

    

Cheng Qing clasped his hands and bowed, then turned around and left the carriage.    

    

Actually, he was very clear that even if Bai Xiuli sent out all of his elites to participate in the battle, it was still unknown whether he would be able to save Song Qianshu or whether he would be able to invade Sun Moon City. Everything was just for a chance.    

    

But he did not regret coming here and planning this plan with Bai Xiuli.    

    

He wanted to save Song Qianshu.    

    

He couldn't stand by and watch his brother die in battle in front of the enemy, but he could only sigh helplessly, and yet he still had to leave in a panic like a stray dog.    

    

If that was the case, even if his life returned to its peak, what was the point? In this lifetime, there are always things that are worth risking your life to do. If he didn't have it, wouldn't it be boring for him to come to this world?    

    

For the sake of Song Qianshu, for the sake of this victory against the Uighur Clan, for the sake of the million strong army, and for the glory that countless cultivators risked their lives to grasp in their hands, he was willing to sacrifice himself.    

    

After Cheng Qing left, Bai Xiuli's deputy general hesitated for a moment, but still came forward and said, "General, this battle is very risky, the chances of winning are far less than fifty percent. "The general has always been cautious, why is he willing to take such a risk this time?"    

    

Bai Xiuli held onto the fence as he gazed into the distance at the fiercely battling city walls. After a moment of silence, he slowly opened his mouth and said only four words, "For victory."    

    

The deputy general was surprised.    

    

He didn't know that, at this moment, there was another answer in Bai Xiuli's heart: I, Bai Xiuli, have always been cautious. I walk on such a small matter and I walk on such thin ice. I just don't want to make any mistakes. I don't want to miss any opportunities. For the sake of the general, for the sake of not making mistakes and not losing the opportunity, what was it for?    

    

For the sake of the battlefield, the only thing that mattered was the greatest glory.    

    

Victory.    

    

When the opportunity came, he would shrink back because he was afraid of not being able to do it and wait for the opportunity to pass by. Such a general was not worthy to be a general. Not only would he harm himself, he would also harm the tens of thousands of soldiers under his command. If you fail to seize the opportunity to win in front of you, then when the opportunity arrives in front of the enemy, it will be your disaster.    

    

I, Bai Xiuli, am definitely not such an ordinary person!