Chapter 989: The army in Beicheng is approaching, and the grandmaster joins forces to fight
The old woman said slowly, “Whether there is a good grandfather who helps out for advice, my younger brother Murong Baoding, who believes in the unscrupulous powers of others, is a wolf-like ambition, and seems to be cunning, but in my eyes, they are not as smart as Dong Zhuo. Only this fat man with a mouth full of oil can take it and put it down. No one is willing to fight against Huaiyang Pass, and his military achievements are not great. Even if he fights, only Chu Lushan can do it on the table. At that time, it will definitely be injured, with at least tens of thousands of casualties. In this way, even if I promised to be appointed as a prince according to military merits, and no soldiers under my command, ordinary people would not be able to sit firmly. So I had to go to Huaiyang Pass to fight against Murong Baoding before, and this Orange State was almost the same as his parents who died in the throne. The lion spoke up and asked me for so many Rouran Iron Cavalry but felt it was not enough, so I thought about not working hard. What the overall situation is, he knew the severity, but he just didn’t want to care about it. It was extremely hateful!”
The old woman sneered, “As long as Dong Zhuo can take Huaiyang Pass, even if he cannot participate in the attack on Jubeicheng, I will give him a king in the South Court, and lead the army into Beiliang Pass.”
Taiping Ling frowned and said, “That is Chen Zhibao, who was conferred the king of Liyang and was vassalized in Western Shu. Let the tiger return to the mountain, which is a great disaster.”
The old woman smiled lowly and said, “I have not had a few days to live, and I can still care whether the ungrateful wolf of Yelu and Murong surnames are dead or alive.”
Taiping Ling said silently.
The old woman comforted, “Sir, as long as the horse hooves of the Iron Cavalry stepped on Tai’an City, stepped on Guangling Road, and stepped on the southernmost land of the Central Plains, you and I will never forget you and I in history. As for who will sit on the dragon throne in the end, whether it is Yelu, Murong, or Dong, so what?”
Taiping Ling smiled bitterly and said, “If we can unify the world, then fewer people will die, it will be a good thing.”
The old woman laughed and waved her sleeves: “Then you have to live longer!”
The Emperor of Beimang stopped in place, with a desolate figure.
The old woman walked forward with her hands on her back, and the afterglow gradually disappeared under her feet.
In the darkness, the old woman muttered to herself: “Next year, I may not see the heavy snow on your hometown in Jinzhou, Liaodong. You said, if I had not returned to my hometown, but stayed by your side, would I have… a lot of children and grandchildren?”
Before dawn, I turned around, and I turned away the house in Beicheng, and the house was shining brightly in a house.
A scorch was placed on the table, and a young man began to silently wear the robes of the vassal king.
Outside the house, a young woman was wearing white mosquito, holding a red sandalwood sword box, with a firm expression, and was quietly waiting for him to go out.
Xue Songguan, who was also in the vassal residence, sat up slowly, put on his boots, and picked up thePlay the guqin and gently push open the door.
Yu Xingrui, an old real man from Wudang Mountain, happened to play the boxing technique of his junior brother Hong Xixiang in the courtyard. He was refreshed and left the yard with his sword.
An old man with white clothes and white hair and white eyebrows sat on the stone bench, with a sword box wide open on the table. The old man held a sword in one hand, and his two fingers shattered the sword body inch by inch, and gently threw it into his mouth, like chewing soybeans. The old man threw away the only hilt of the sword, glanced at the empty sword box, slowly got up, and smiled. The hundred-year-old sword energy is full of all the stomach, and it is time to vomit it as soon as possible.
On the stone steps of a small courtyard, a young swordsman who is a contemporary sword crown of the Wu Family Sword Tomb squatted there, suddenly stood up, turned his head to look at the sword Shi Cui, the ancient sword King Su Wang, who opened his eyes for the first time and smiled at him.
There is a small courtyard where two brothers from Wudicheng walked out of the door at the same time. The eldest disciple of Wang Xianzhi, who was in the wind in Yushu, took off a scorch from his waist and threw it high to another person. The latter would also smile and threw one of the two famous swords and spirit works I gave to his hand yesterday to his senior brother. One of them was wearing a sword and a famous sword. Their movements were exactly the same. In the end, each of them hanged their swords and walked out of the yard with big strides.
After going out, a middle-aged man with white cloth leggings turned around and waved to the daughter-in-law Miao standing at the door. She smiled and stretched out her thumb at him.
In the same quiet courtyard, an elderly scholar put down the book of sages in his hand in the house and stood up straight in his clothes. The old swordsman sitting beside him raised his glass and drank half of the wine, and poured the wine on the long unsheathed sword. Outside the house, the burly old man stood with a knife in his arms, closed his eyes and focused his mind, waiting for the two old friends.
Before the meeting hall of the Beicheng Fan Mansion, under the wooden archway, someone was holding an iron spear diagonally, and the sect leader of the Dongyue Sword Pond stood beside him.
In a place in the northern city, the woman in purple squatted down and tied a knot to the hem of her skirt.
At the end of the north city, the middle-aged swordsman with an ordinary appearance sat cross-legged, crossing his sword on his knees, looking into the distance, as if waiting for the sunrise in the East China Sea.
Not far from the city, there was a man in white standing, raising his head and drinking happily. The woman in red robe next to her looked peaceful.
After the young vassal king put on the python robe, he put on a scorch, paused a moment when he was about to open the door, and then pulled it open suddenly.
The Beimang army is about to attack the city, just waiting for dawn.
A cavalry suddenly rushed out, and the 100-step leader of the Beimang man rode his horse to less than 100 steps away from the city wall, and laughed wildly: “The bullshit Beiliang Iron Cavalry is the best in the world! Until now, no one dared to go out of the city to fight!”
The sun rises in the East China Sea, and the sun shines brightly.
Between the heaven and earth, and outside the northwest, the sunlight is like a tide, slowly advancing from east to west, bringing infinite light.
A Xu-character king flag above the head of the city of Beimang City, and a large turret in the central area of Beimang Daying outside the city was almost shining by the sun at the same time.
Under the great beard of Beimang, His Highness, Prince Beimang, rode a sweat-blooded horse, wearing gorgeous golden armor, looking towards the south city, full of complacent ambition and smiling.
Under the king’s flag on the top of the city, there was a drum beating platform more than meter high above the road on the top of the city. A young woman in white climbed up the stairs and stood in front of a cowhide drum. She took off the sword box behind her back, slammed heavily on the ground, then took a step forward, seemed to hesitate for a moment, finally took a deep breath, picked up the drumstick, and held it tightly. Those veterans and soldiers of Jubei City who had experienced the Spring and Autumn War were uncontrollably excited after seeing this scene.
Perhaps the current Beiliang border army, the Beiliang cavalry, which is the most powerful in the world, has already belonged to the great generals such as Li Mofan, Li Yanchao, and Ning Emei, who are in their prime. It doesn’t take long before the military power will be transferred to younger generals such as Yu Luandao, Cao Wei, Kou Jianghuai, and Xie Xiqian. This is like a person’s birth, old age, sickness and death, which cannot be resisted. But in the hearts of those old people in Northern Liang, especially those who had personally experienced the Battle of the Western Wall of the Dingding of the Dingding in the Spring and Autumn Period, they still remember the big drum and the white-clothed white silk. For this brand new city that ranks at the gates of the northwest border, the important thing behind hanging plaques is not the formal construction of the General’s residence, but the pylon building that seems to be incredible to outsiders!
This drum comes from the Qingliangshan warehouse. The Xu family has treasured it for many years, and even the drumsticks have a long history. The big drum was made in the war between the West Bulletin. After the man slaughtered Xu Xiao and was appointed as the king, he followed the Xu family army into Northern Liang. Since ancient times, military strategists have said that when they hear the sound of drums, they will retreat when they hear the sound of gold. This is also the reason why the drums and gold are sounded. According to the Yin and Yang School of the Qin Dynasty, spring, summer, long, autumn, harvest, winter, is a cycle of heaven. The drum is made of wood, which means the qi energy is generated, so the drum is beaten to battle, while autumn belongs to metal, which should be restrained and used to symbolize the withdrawal of soldiers in military affairs. When the Central Plains heard that after the Xu family in the northwest withdrew from the Central Plains and went to the border, the barbarians of the Northern Liang had a tradition of “behind the Western Wall, the Xu family did not hear the sound of gold but beat the drums”. Most generals in the Liyang court and the country were skeptical. No matter how powerful and elite the army in the world could really do it without retreating. I think it must be an exaggeration.