Chapter 20 fourth quarter

On January 16th, the sixth year of Emperor Yincheng, in the morning, after a long trek, Xie Gui finally led his team to the high ground on snow, and saw the majestic northern capital.They pushed forward in the middle of the night against the cold wind. At this time, dawn broke, and the giant gate of the north gate of the northern capital was lifted on its hinges. An army was leaving the city. The leader was a young man with a five-foot long knife.This army is composed of all kinds of people, but they all wear a bright red cloth strip on their foreheads, which dances like flames against the backdrop of the white snow.

Xie Gui took a deep breath, "When it comes to tactics, there is nothing more stupid than this...but the momentum of the grassland people is so majestic." He is late.He is a genius in the battle formation. He once helped the Zhenyan tribe fight against Qingyangdu's army for three consecutive months by the Tiexian River, relying only on the deployment of troops and the skill of the soldiers, which is why Xiyan sent him here.It's a pity that the heavy snow slowed him down. When he came, what he saw was a vigorous decisive battle. Before the eighteen-year-old child had time to learn the essence of the battle formation, he was pushed to the top by his blood and destiny. battlefield.

He looked down and saw those barbarian warriors following behind the young man, moving forward bravely, with no fear or anxiety on their faces.That army was like a huge herd of horses, and the boy was their leader. "Some people, like me, can only be generals; some people can be emperors because people are willing to listen to him." He smiled self-deprecatingly, "General, what you taught is the kind of people who should be respected." Going to be the emperor's student, does that count as your teaching success?" He remembered the letter, so he took out the bamboo tube from his pocket and opened it. Inside was a piece of elegant birch bark paper with scrawled handwriting.

〖Dear Your Excellency Asule Pasur: As your teacher, I am more used to calling you Lu Guichen. But at this special time, I call you this because I regard you as a respectable partner.We need your help very urgently. You may have discovered that the attack on Beidu by Shuobei was instigated by the priests of Chenyue, and my information has confirmed this.You have seen with your own eyes the strength and unscrupulousness of Chenyue at Shangyang Pass, and the war they want to provoke is far more tragic than that at Shangyang Pass.At the same time, they have built up their own power in Hanzhou and Ningzhou. If they win the war in these two states, they will point their finger at Donglu in the next step. The war between the Chinese, barbarian and Yu tribe will kill Millions of people died.

Another teacher of yours, a venerable Sky Drive warrior, has returned to the Yu Clan urgently to deploy our defenses.And in Hanzhou, we also need a respectable Sky Drive warrior to stand up against Chenyue.You are the only person I can trust, I know you are strong, and I am proud of you among my students. Please persuade the majesty to stop the advance of Chenyue and Shuobei in Beidu. Without the defense of Beidu, Donglu will directly face the massacre in Shuobei. interest "General, I think he already knows what you want to tell him." Xie Gui tore off the letter paper slowly, letting the scraps of paper fly in the wind.

He sighed a long time. Ten years later, he set foot on this grassland again, heard the drums of war again, and prepared to charge again. When he was a child, he dreamed of wandering on the grasslands of Hanzhou, where there were hospitable shepherds and passionate girls. Every time he came to a stockade, he would dismount to beg for wine, hold the girls' hands and praise their looks, and get drunk with barbarian men. Under the moonlight, get up again at dawn and go to the next camp.Just such a gun, a jug of wine, and a horse, with the water and grass drifting away, hang a sign under his horse's neck with the words "bury me when you die".But he came here with a mission on his shoulders, and all he saw was the flames of war.

He thought of that herdsman-like king again. Ten years later, the brows and smiles of the "Lion King" seemed to be engraved in the depths of his mind. He really wished that this man was still alive and could sit down and drink a glass of wine together. "Father-in-law... Life is really like a reincarnation. I returned to this grassland again and saw a person as persistent as you rushing to the battlefield." He whispered to himself, laughing at himself, "Maybe it's because I am so You are a stupid person, that's why you always meet such stupid... people who want to go all out for honor and protect such illusory things?"

He took off the brass wine jug on the saddle, sniffed the residual alcohol in it, and finally enjoyed it, then nodded, "No wonder you value your cousin so much." "Are you all ready?" Xie Gui turned his head and looked at the nine black steeds behind him, "We will face Shuobei wolf lord Mengle Huo'er Orhan and his white wolf in a while." No one answered, and the warriors on the black steed held their weapons silently at the same moment. Xie Gui slowly raised his hand, the iron blue light between his fingers was as fierce as a sword under the rising sun. "The iron armor is still there!"

"Still there!" Hearing the neighing sound of the horses, Asule turned his head suddenly, and saw ten black horses leaping out from the high ground in the south, following the terrain, and charging straight towards him. On January 16th, the sixth year of Emperor Yincheng, in the morning, Donglu, Tianqi City. Lei Bicheng slowly walked out of a brothel on Luhua Street, surrounded by an important official of the royal family, the Minister of Taichang Temple, who was graciously greeting him.Dawn pierces through the mist, and when viewed from a height, the face of the city gradually becomes clear, and the Taiqing Pavilion stands majestically in the distance.There was a warm feeling of spring coming in the water vapor, Lei Bicheng took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

"It turns out that the national teacher is not good at getting close to women. I was really rude." Taichang Siqing smiled apologetically. "Thank you for your kindness, my lord. The body of a person who serves God is as dry as a tree." Lei Bicheng said, "But the tea here is very good, I like it very much." "In front of His Majesty and the Eldest Princess, I leave all my matters to the Imperial Teacher." "Your Excellency is loyal to the country and does not avoid danger. When Liang Qiusong goes to the wild, it is the day when you ascend the dragon."

"But without Chunguo as the apocalypse barrier, will Beiman repeat the old trick of Emperor Fengyan?" Taichang Temple Qing rubbed his hands. "No, no," Lei Bicheng said flatly, "Emperor Fengyan no longer exists in the Eastern Continent. When the barbarians step into this land again, everything will be different from seventy years ago. I walked back to the palace. Let me bid farewell to my lord, collect evidence of Liang Qiusong's rebellion, please hurry up." He walked slowly along Luhua Avenue with two servants in black.Taichang Siqing looked at his back, thinking about his last words, feeling at a loss.There is no more Emperor Fengyan in Donglu, so everything will be different.There is no such a peerless emperor to deter the barbarians. Does this difference mean that Dayin will eventually perish?But where is the difference?With a bitter face, he shook his head, thinking that the national teacher is really too advanced. Lei Bicheng walked a long way, and suddenly stopped, he heard the sound of horseshoes, coming from the front, only a few riders, but the momentum is like thunder.He frowned, and the black-clothed servants were puzzled, but they still took a step to cover him. Five pure black war horses came like the wind, and the moment they approached, the knights on the horses drew their swords together. They were all the most experienced warriors, with the blades on one side, leading the horses straight.The charge of the horses caused far more damage than their sword swings.With no time left, the servants in black mobilized together, and the four copper shields on their arms formed an indestructible barrier to block Leibi City, but they themselves were completely defenseless. Wounds, one arm was almost removed. After the five warriors flashed past Leibi City, they immediately turned their horses' heads, and the leader silently looked at Leibicheng, squinting his eyes against the sunlight.He was dressed in black and white, with a casual smile on his mouth, and a blue iron light flashed on his thumb.He didn't rush to charge again, because Lei Bicheng had already finished drawing the pattern on his palm at that moment, and the imprint of the secret technique was burning like a flame. "You actually came back, did you come here to kill me?" Lei Bicheng asked. "Of course, peace between us is no longer possible. Since you really want to turn this world into a battlefield for the common people, then I declare war on you, and I will never stop!" "Tianchao warrior group, the suzerain of Wanlei, Xiyan." The leader took a step, and the light of the first sun on the ancient sword Jingdu suddenly jumped up. "Long-awaited. Chenyue Jiao, Yang, Lei Bicheng." Lei Bicheng clapped his hands, and the injured servants in black got up from the ground, silently forming a triangular formation with Lei Bicheng.Both sides looked into each other's eyes, and what they saw was not murderous intent or anger, but determination.From this moment on, the war between the two secret groups that have been silent for hundreds of years will be fully revealed, and everyone will be involved in the torrent of troubled times. On January 16th, the sixth year of Emperor Yincheng, in the morning, Ningzhou. Winged Master Gumo Stark spread his twelve-foot white wings and landed silently on a tall tree.He turned around and looked back, the direction of Qingdu was billowing thick smoke into the sky, the capital city of the feather tribe with a history of thousands of years was falling in flames, those ancient trees, green camphor, red sandalwood, white birch, red pine, would all be turned into one Floating ashes on the ground, he must be sending out his dying grief to the sky.This is the day when the Yi family rejuvenated. The brave descendant of the Stark family of the Yi family, Yilin Vitas Stark, invested 40,000 troops, and with a half-year siege, finally wiped out those who were loyal to the Yu family. If he is the defender, he will step on the throne with blood and broken white feathers, and accept the worship of the entire Yu clan.Anyone who disobeys him will die, and he has decided to rule the blue land with bows and arrows and his own will, rather than obeying the instructions of the gods. God didn't say anything anymore. After Vitas pierced the heart of the high priest with a sharp arrow in his hand at the meeting of the peace talks, no one from the Yu family could hear the will from the clouds. Yi Tianzhan clasped his hands together and honored those soldiers who died in Qingdu with the etiquette of a long door monk. When he fled the forest, the last twelve comrades pulled out all the arrows in the quiver and stuck them in front of him , Zhang Gong faced the 5,000-strong Stark family shooter brigade. Yi Tianzhan thought that he was really old.When he was still young, he would never retreat no matter what. At that time, he learned from those Donglu friends like a barbarian with blood, roaring in blood, and fighting to the death against an enemy dozens of times stronger than himself. Not retreating, as long as there is an arrow left in his quiver, he will throw the handle of killing, and he will definitely send that arrow to the enemy's heart instead of leaving the battlefield with it. He opened his arms to hug the princess in white and gently stroked her hair. "Yihan, take the feathers and leave without hesitation. Enter the Seat of Silence and don't worry about disturbing the souls there. The dance of Teclis can open up that forest, and the souls of the ancestors of the Yu clan will protect you." He turned to the side young people, "wait for the opportunity, don't be impatient." "Grandpa! What are you going to do?" Yu Ran clutched his sleeve tightly. "What are you shouting, silly boy." Yi Tianzhan pushed her hand away expressionlessly, "Do you think I'm a stubborn old man who wants to die here? I can't enter the Seat of Silence, as early as seventy Years ago, I became an abandoned citizen of the Yu tribe. Those souls would not allow me to defile the Holy Land." He looked towards the far west, "Actually, the land of Hanzhou should be the place where I was buried. I should have died there, but my friends traded their lives for me to survive. I don’t want to die in vain, and I have to go back to Hanzhou to visit their graves.” "Really? You're not lying?" Yu Ran put his arms around his neck, his eyes widened, "We're going back to Donglu together, aren't we?" "You are very heavy, don't always do such childish things." Yi Tianzhan took her off her neck like a white wreath, "Yes, one day I will ride like I did back then Take the horse to take you to the Eastern Continent, there are many delicious and interesting things along the way, don't you have an appointment with Jiye Lu Guichen? I can also make an appointment with you, what kind of oath do you want to hear?" "I don't want to make an oath. If you don't come back, grandpa...what's the use of me keeping your oath?" Yu Ran's tears flowed down silently. "If you want to believe the old man, we are not those hypocritical young people who tell lies to persuade others to leave, and stay and fight to the death alone." Yi Tianzhan patted her on the head, "If you really can't find me, go to Donglu, I will build a new house in Nanhuai City where we used to live, but you have to come quickly, I am too old, maybe I will die in bed at any time." "Is that old camphor tree still there?" "As long as the camphor tree is not burned to ashes, even if it is burnt, new bark will grow in spring. I told you when I set it on fire." Yi Tianzhan said, "It's the same for us old guys. " Yu Ran stretched out a small palm in front of Yi Tianzhan.Yi Tianzhan took a look and slapped it.Yuran turned around, and flew up with Yihan, lightly like two white swallows. Yi Tianzhan looked at his palm silently, the loud high five left a slight pain in his palm, this is the way young people from Donglu make a contract, right?After clapping hands, for the rest of my life, even if we are separated by thousands of mountains and rivers, we will never forget the promise.They still had to ride back to the Eastern Continent together, and Yuran was still looking forward to the reunion with those two boys. A princess with such a character shouldn't be learning the dance of Teclis, right?Not to mention offering himself to the altar of the fate of the Yu clan.he thinks. "Boss, it's been seventy years, and your way of deceiving people to leave is still effective." Yi Tianzhan shook his head with a smile. He still remembers how serious the burly and indifferent man said to him under the night in Hanzhou Grassland, "You have to believe what Big Brother says, we are not those hypocritical young people who tell lies to persuade others to leave, but stay by ourselves Die alone." In the distant sky, a faint white shadow pierced the flowing clouds.They came, swift as eagles. Yi Tianzhan slowly spread his wings, he set off a strong wind pressure, and the man rose straight into the sky like a sharp arrow shot upwards, and the fallen leaves under his feet were like heavy snow.The 12-foot wings were filled with brilliance, almost transparent, his speed was getting faster and faster, the forest was getting farther and farther under his feet, and he rushed to the sky, disappearing like clouds. The cranes and snows felt the surging power remaining in the air. They circled vigilantly, hovered over the forest, and looked at the dark green cloud barrier in the northeast. The cloud barrier that never dissipated looked like a huge dragon. It has been staying above the northeast forest for a hundred years.Below it is the dark green Seat of Silence, a forbidden place sealed off by the spirits of wood spirits and feathered people. Legend has it that there is a mountain shrouded there, and there are towering trees on the mountain that stretch their branches and leaves into the clouds. They wondered whether to continue the chase, trespassing into forbidden places was disturbing, where only the Emperor Yu and the High Priest had been able to freely enter and exit for generations, while others might be punished. They probed for that power, which did not come from the Seat of Silence, but was left behind by someone.Such a powerful trace of power can only come from an abandoned Hexue, the traitor Gu Mo. After so many years, the hidden trace of power in his flight path still makes young people uneasy.The cranes and snows put white feather arrows on the bowstring to form a circle, paying attention to the movement in all directions. Right above them, above the clouds, Yi Tianzhan whispered: "Iron Armor, it's still here!" He folded his wings suddenly, and fell straight, the maple flower of the ancient spear brought a silver light that was as straight as a line. "Above!" The leader of Hexue shouted, "Shoot an arrow!" Hexue's rain of arrows rose against the sky. With a distance of more than ten miles, Hua Bihai, who was galloping, tightened the reins.Behind him, the servants in black chasing the horses stopped suddenly, "Teacher?" "There," Hua Bihai pointed to the end of the sky that the followers in black couldn't see, "I seem to have seen...a silver shooting star." On January 16th, the sixth year of Emperor Yincheng, in the morning, on the branch of Tongyun Mountain, on the extremely high peak, a strong wind blew up the long hair around the ears of the white giant wolf. "Elu Pasur sent someone to bring a letter saying that last night, the heads of the families of Wochijin and Tokele, as well as Xudahan and Guimu, all died in the internal strife in the northern capital, with thousands of casualties People, now the northern capital is completely defenseless. But Guo Leer's youngest son, Asul, gathered about thousands of people and tried to ambush him halfway. Please be careful, the wolf master. Besides, the road for the wolf master to enter the northern capital has been cleaned up .” The scout knelt at the feet of the giant wolf. The big rough hands full of knuckles stroked the wolf's neck, and Meng Lehuo'er looked at the shadow of the city in the morning sun.Standing beside him is Sanduluha Yin, who is riding a mountain blue sky with a broken leg around Sanduluhayin's neck. "Did Xuda Khan not survive to the end? It was beyond my expectation, but another grandson of mine surprised me." Meng Lehuoer said, "Come on, son of Guo Leer, look See if you can reheat the blood in an old guy's veins!" Under their feet, a giant white wolf was sandwiched between tens of thousands of cavalry, galloping at high speed. The team formed by Xue Lingo's horse and the giant wolf was like a flood, venting down along the terrain, and turning a huge bend at their feet . Shan Bikong stretched out his hand towards the south, overlooking the earth from between his five fingers, "God, let the fire of this era burn even bigger!" In the spring of the sixth year of Emperor Yincheng, there was civil turmoil in the northern capital, and a fire burned half of the city overnight. During the civil strife, the maharaja Bimogan Pasur, Xu Dahan Nayan, and Guimu Nayan all died suddenly, and Tieyou Nayan went crazy. Since then, no one has seen him again. withered. The long-awaited Shuobei army outside the city also marched towards Beidu, and was about to take down this majestic city that symbolized the overlord of the grassland without bloodshed. At the last moment of the fall of the northern capital, a young man carrying a Kui drum walked out of the city gate with the only young people and slaves from various families. They wore all kinds of armor, some had excellent weapons, and some Holding hunting bows, they smelled of alcohol and their faces were reddened by alcohol, and the flags they held high were Qingyang's leopard totem. The last son of the Lu family's Pasur family, Lu Guichen Asule Pasur, was called the Maharaja of the Northland from this day on. The White Wolf Group in North Shuo had a final confrontation with these young men. A day later, Great Khan Elu Pasur went out of the city and surrendered holding the nine-tailed banner that symbolized the Maharaja.Louyan Menglehuoer Uerhan, the warrior on the back of a wolf, finally got his wish and drove into the northern capital. Thirty years ago, he was here to drink his hatred and fled northward. After many years, he finally realized his dream.Meng Lehuo'er did not claim to be the Great Lord, but the Quartet feared his power and cruelty, and came to surrender one after another. The grasslands called him "The Great Wolf Lord", and he was called "Usurper King" in the book. Perhaps because he was used to the severe cold and silence of the northern wilderness, the next year Meng Lehuo'er left the northern capital with his white wolf group and disappeared.Some people say that he finally returned to Mount Zhuti in the northern wilderness, died of old age in the ice and snow, and was eaten by wolves. The death of the last warrior in the Goleer era symbolized that the balance of the grassland five hundred years after King Xun was broken, and the tribes re-entered the melee. For some history has ended, for others it has only just begun.