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Chapter 15 second quarter

Two hundred and forty miles away, Shangyang Pass. Between the two mountains, there is a majestic and vast city connecting the sky.The man in white stood silently on a dilapidated tall building outside the city, looking out into the wind with his hands behind his back.The autumn wind rolled up his worn-out white battle clothes. From a distance, he looked like a white eagle plucking its feathers in the wind. The Military Academy galloped over on horseback, rolled downstairs, got off the horse, and knelt down on one knee: "General, a total of 20,000 soldiers from the Tang Dynasty came to help, and the vanguard 3,000 Qingqi have already stationed at Lanting Station five miles away."

"Are you here?" The white-clothed general raised his delicate eyebrows, "Is Xiyan here?" "Qingqing builds the river water, and the old man's heart is bright." A long chant came from a distance. At the end of the ancient road covered with decaying grass, a general in black armor and sword suddenly appeared on a pitch-black war horse.The horse came slowly.With the cigarette stick between his fingers, the general clapped his hands, laughed, and chanted, walking leisurely and alone in the rustling autumn wind, like a storyteller singing while riding a donkey.

Xi Yan stopped his horse under the dilapidated Bell and Drum Tower, climbed up the stairs, and went straight to the top floor.The general in white leaned on the railing and looked from a distance, without looking back at him. "It's been seven years since you left, so you're all right?" Xi Yan went up to shoulder to shoulder with him. "I'm old," the general in white shook his head, "and his hair is also gray." Xi Yan looked at the hair of his former friend, it was pitch black back then, but now it is half white.The face still has the handsomeness of youth, but the wrinkles between the corners of the eyes are as clear as a knife.Xi Yan didn't speak, and tapped the rotten wooden railing with the cigarette pole to shake off the soot, and silently looked at the high city in the distance.On the watchtower on the top of the city wall opposite, the red flag embroidered with Lei Lie's flowers fluttered in the wind like a ball of flame.

"I heard that one of your students fought against Ying Wuyi, and he retreated completely," the general in white said in a low voice, "The battalion has been very good in the past two days." "Three ribs were broken, an arm was broken, and a luteal bone was chopped off. It is already a miracle to survive. How dare you say that you have retreated completely?" "To tell you the truth, armies from various countries have been coming here these days. They have accumulated 80,000 troops. They have been defending here for several days. They have fought against the Li army six times, but they have never won. Ying Wuyi Those who hear the name of Ba Dao are frightened. To be able to win a life from Ying Wuyi Dao is worthy of being your student of Xiyan. After hearing this, the soldiers cheered up a little."

"I even went into battle to fight Li Gong myself. That's the way to return with a body. Why don't you say it?" The general in white turned around coldly, looked at Xi Yan's nonchalant smiling face, was silent for a while, and suddenly smiled: "If you, an old fox, are also lost under Ying Wuyi's hands, you might as well buy a piece of tofu and ram your head to death!" The two of them stretched out their hands and shook hands at the same time. The louder the laughter, the louder it was, and it spread far away in the empty field.The Chu Wei soldiers guarding downstairs were inexplicably surprised. They had followed the general Bai Yi for many years, and they rarely heard Bai Yi laughing like this.

"How did Ying Wuyi get out of the encirclement?" Xi Yan held back his laughter. Bai Yi shook his head: "Shangyang Pass is a Great Wall. There are six gates facing the south, which can block here and leak there. Not to mention an army of 80,000, even if there are more 80,000, it will not be able to seal Ying Wuyi's army." Thunder cavalry. If Ying Wuyi didn't want to take the infantry of the Red Brigade with him, with the maneuverability of the thunder cavalry, he could run wild. The day before yesterday he lightened his load and led five thousand thunder cavalry to break through. Ten thousand wind and tiger cavalry in Chunguo Before starting, Ying Wuyi has already set foot on the camp. If you hadn't met on the way, we would have lost this battle."

"Xiatang's strength of 20,000 people alone can't stop him at all. Fortunately, he brought a wooden tower with the army. However, with five thousand thunder cavalry and thirty thousand red brigade infantry, you still don't expect to be able to seal the ten-mile Great Wall. Live in Ying Wuyi." Bai Yi remained calm: "Then according to what you said, we are bound to lose?" "Shangyang Pass is a majestic pass facing the 300-mile plain. On the one hand, it is guarded by a man, and on the other hand, there is no danger to defend. According to the art of war, the three-hundred-mile plain is an enclave. Let alone 70,000 people, there are 300,000 people. Ten thousand people are in vain," Xi Yan smiled, "However, if you preside over it, I bet that Ying Wuyi has a half chance of being buried here."

Bai Yi looked at him quietly for a while: "You really want Ying Wuyi to die?" "In comparison, I still hope you can live longer." The two stopped talking, and looked at the Shangyang Pass in the distance with their hands folded in front of the railing, their gazes went beyond the closed red flag to the floating clouds at the end of the sky.
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