At the junction of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Southern Liang Dynasty, the great river goes east, and the waves cover the sky. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

This is the narrowest section of the lower reaches of the Yangtze River, but a hundred zhang distance, from the north of the river can see the lush green south of the river, from the south of the river can see the fertile field of the north of the river, here is also the section of the river with the most Liang troops in the south of the Northern Wei Dynasty, the north is located in the big tent of the Zhennan Army, and the South Liang army in the south is lined up.

At this time, it is the flood season of the great river, the river is surging, there is a large tide at the mouth of the sea, and occasionally there is a situation of seawater flooding and backflow.

Wang Siying has been in the Zhennan Army for a while, he can withstand the dry cold of the main Central Plains, but he can't withstand the wet cold on the edge of the river, and the cotton clothes and pants wrapped around his body can't resist the moisture in the wind through the clothes and straight to the heart and lungs. The veterans of the Zhennan Army told him that he couldn't stand the cold, so he stuffed some hay into his crotch, and at first, he couldn't let go of his scholarly identity and finally couldn't stay up late at night, so he went to the stable to find some hay to stuff in.

As the days went by, he became more and more identified, stuffed with more and more hay, and the scholar Ruya had already been thrown into Java, and there was no doubt that he had been a veteran for many years, his legs were loose, his bows were left and right, his hands were in his sleeves, he bent over and shrunk his head, and hid his head in a thick cotton coat as much as possible.

After General Lantai and Vice General Han entered Beijing, Wang Siying secretly felt that the atmosphere of the Zhennan Army began to be a little wrong, and without the general who was like a needle in the sea, a trace of restlessness began to spread, and the military camp was less orderly and noisy, becoming more and more chaotic and strangely quiet.

Something must have happened, Wang Siying thinks that although it is not as stormy and thunderous as the deposing of the Son of Heaven in Tai'an City, it is tantamount to an earth-shaking event for the Zhennan Army, and what will happen?

He vaguely remembered that when he left the capital, he once entered the palace once, and he was able to hide his thoughts on weekdays, and he was unabashedly greedy and nostalgic for the golden splendor in the palace.

With a letter from the Queen Mother into the camp of the Zhennan Army, he knew that there are people outside the world, and there is the true meaning of heaven outside the sky.

Today, Wang Siying, an additional foreign commissioner from Jiupin, came to the river to fetch water with a bucket, and in order to prevent him from slipping into the river, he tied a rope to the stone on the shore and slowly moved to the water's edge against the howling north wind.

The river was turbulent and the fog was filled, Wang Siying frowned, something seemed to be torn in the air, and when he looked up, the bucket in his hand fell to the ground and fell into the river.

In the depths of the mist, the flaming crossbow arrows wrapped in oilcloth were overwhelming, and the sound of the wind breaking through the air was more terrifying than the waves sweeping the sand.

Wang Siying crawled and hid behind the stones, holding her head with both hands, not daring to move. Whoosh, a bow and crossbow fell beside him, a crossbow plunged into the hem of his clothes, burning his shirt, he took it off violently, the hay in his crotch was scattered to the ground, and he lay on the ground with his bare ass.

After a rain of arrows, the crying and shouting in the Zhennan army continued, and the chaos was unbearable, and suddenly, Wang Siying turned back suddenly, the war drums of the Zhennan army thundered, and there was a commotion in the camp of the Chinese army, he squinted his eyes and stretched his neck to look, and Zhang Muzhi, the right general of the Zhennan army, walked out with the head of the left general Tong Guan.

Zhang Muzhi and Tong Guan are the third and fourth people in the Zhennan Army after the Lantai State Domain and Han Xianba, the attack of the Southern Liang Navy seems to be a signal, the two people in the big tent of the Chinese army who were still drinking and talking happily and commensurate with brothers were slightly stunned, Zhang Muzhi's eyes were ruthless, and the next moment Tong Guan's head was in his hands.

"Tong Guan surrendered to the enemy, and he has been corrected on the spot by General Ben. Now the Zhennan Army is under the full command of my right general, Zhang Muzhi. Zhang Muzhi stood on the point general's platform, ignoring the rain of ink-splashed arrows that came again: "Zhennan Army death squad, go!"

The originally chaotic Zhennan army had the backbone, and a team of 200 people entered the armory in an orderly manner, and in a moment every eight people appeared carrying a small boat, and then rushed towards the river like locusts under the cover of iron-clad and ironclad infantry.

There were countless crossbow arrows galloping from the dense fog, and some infantry did not have time to raise shields to protect the death squads, so they could only use their bodies to block the arrows and crossbows, which were pierced through the body and stuck diagonally on the ground, and their intestines flowed all over the ground, looking extremely miserable.

Not far away, Wang Siying, who had a handful of snot and tears, felt a heat in her crotch, and didn't dare to look at it, and then turned her head to look at the river, where a huge ship as high as 100 zhang was revealed.

The Great Wei Dynasty once put forward a strategic idea of a ship city, but it cost a lot of money, could it be that the Southern Liang, where the country was rich and the people were strong, had already built such a large ship? Wang Siying did not dare to think deeply, and only felt that the oncoming big ship was like a fierce beast lying between heaven and earth.

Twenty-five death squads of the Zhennan Army had already crossed the river, with six rowing men in each team, two laying hay and pouring tar, and under the hay, a thick layer of explosives was hidden.

Death squads, lead by death!

On the big boat, countless arrows and crossbows flew down, and some small boats had not had time to ignite the tar, and the Northern Wei soldiers on the boat had died, and were smashed by the roaring Jiang Tao and the boat and people on the riverside, and then rolled into the bottom of the river, and the bones were gone.

Suddenly, a gray figure flew in the air, lightly landed on a small boat with fire and death, the person who came grabbed a mast in one hand, gently tiptoed, and suddenly countless stormy waves suddenly rose on the calm mirror-like river, hidden from the sky, and the gray shadow holding the mast stood at the highest point of the waves, volleying in the air, like a god in the sky descending to the mortal world.

And the boat under his feet made a loud noise, and exploded a hundred zhang waves, and the waves crashed on the big boat, and the big boat trembled left and right.

The gray figure rode the wind and waves before the big ship, there was already a wave of arrow rain waiting for a long time, ten thousand arrows were fired together, the gray figure fluttered, the mast in his hand was gently drawn from the heaven and earth, and the seemingly indestructible arrow rain had been erased, and he came to the bow of the ship, and stepped on it, the big ship made a loud noise, the bow of the ship sank, the hull showed a sinking arc, and countless Nanliang soldiers on the ship fell into the water one after another.

The gray figure stood on the bow of the ship, waving the mast in his hand, pulling up the mountain with all his might, and smashing it towards the highest point above the big ship with an unrivaled whirring wind.

With a bang, four people rushed out of the attic at the highest point of the big ship, four people wore scarves on their heads, wore cranes, fluttering and fairy-like, holding swords in their hands, but they were all wooden swords, a mast set off countless waves, and four wooden swords stirred the clouds in the sky.

The figures of the five people loomed in the wind and waves, hitting the big boat from the sky, and then from the big boat to the river.

The waves crashed, the river flowed, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.

At the same time, the larger warships of the Zhennan Army were in order, Zhang Muyi took the lead, leading the army to rush to the Baizhang ship, and Vice Admiral Han had a secret letter left to him before leaving, and all the trade-offs made him weigh himself.

Lying on the ground, Wang Siying saw the battlefield battle, and also witnessed the battle in the rivers and lakes, the gray figure was engraved in his mind like a brand, and it was not until many years later that he suddenly realized the horror and selflessness in it - it turns out that some people are good to others, and they can really ignore life and death and consequences.

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Taihang Mountain, the junction of the Northern Wei Dynasty and the Western Chu Dynasty.

When Hong Longjia entered Beijing with Hong Xiguan, he had ordered the four major generals of the Zhenxi Army, each leading 20,000 horses, to form two defensive fronts in front and rear with the most traditional candle array.

The first front was from Shandan to Duhe, and was led by Xiong Tuwei, the right vanguard general of the Zhenxi Army, and Yang Kaifeng, a think-tank military division.

The second front was eighty miles east of the first front, from Wu'an to Wudu, and was led by Chen Daikun, the left vanguard of the Zhenxi Army, and Zeng Xiangcai, the general of the chariot cavalry.

Hong Longjia handed over the tiger talisman to Yang Kaifeng, issued a military order, the Zhenxi army did not move, if Xichu moved the troops, slowly dragged it, can not give the other party a chance to fight quickly, if the momentum is fierce, can not compete for the edge, the two fronts are combined, retreat to Guangwu and Weizhou generation.

This is a conservative two-front strategic deployment, which can ensure that nothing goes wrong, and there will be no surprise attack on the Central Plains by the Western Chu army along the Yellow River, but it is also slightly negative.

Yang Kaifeng was able to accept it calmly and implement it to the end, Xiong Tuweike, who was known as the "hot general", was reluctant, saying that he was more aggrieved than the bird in his crotch.

Confronted with Xichu for many years, Hong Longjia, who does not believe in the ghosts and gods of the sky, always feels that there is a fairy figure in Xichu who can speculate on the future, which is more dangerous and tricky than Zhao Xuanji, the generalissimo of soldiers and horses, he is the Western Chu national teacher Zhuge Weiself who has been hidden in the shadows, this person is mysterious and unpredictable, there is no trace that can be queried, as if he is not in the world, but every time the pattern of the war can be seen, he can be seen in the Xichu Afang Palace, and there are countless eyeliners and resources used to infiltrate Xichu at the sticky rod, so far I only know a few identities of Zhuge Weime, the national teacher of Xichu, the father of Emperor Liu Zhu, the pavilion master of Xichu Sword Pavilion, and the owner of Xiaoshengxian Village, the rest of the information, I don't know.

In the middle of two battle lines eighty miles apart from the Zhenxi Army, in an unknown valley.

A troop of more than 10,000 troops was hidden behind the scorched rocks, like a python meandering in the shadows, quiet and motionless, and a thunderous blow was a blow of movement, devouring alive and peeling off the favored prey.

This is a group of cavalry, each with a tall horse, the horse is a good horse from the Western Regions, with a mouth title, a hoof cloth, a soldier covering his face and a body, and a light costume for a sneak attack.

In the middle of the procession, there were two young men, one with a serious face and closed eyes, and the other with his eyes rolling around, looking at the surrounding scenery.

"Feng'er, how did you say that the owner of the village knew that there was such a hidden road that could lead directly from our Xichu to the two lines of defense of the Zhenxi Army? By the way, how did the owner of the village know that the Zhenxi Army had arranged two lines of defense?"

The closed-eyed young man known as Feng'er didn't seem to like what the other party called him, and his eyes didn't open, but he could see that his eyes were rolling, and he was rolling his eyes: "How do I know? You can go and ask the owner of the village yourself." ”

The fame of the small sage village of Western Chu is inseparable from two young people, Duan Xifeng and Kou Zhongyuan, they were once in the second Chu-Hun War, Yu Yixi, Yumen Pass generation to retreat to the Yanran iron cavalry of the Huns, and the two young people in front of them are Duan Xifeng and Kou Zhongyuan, among which it is Duan Xifeng who closes his eyes and recuperates, and it is Kou Zhongyuan whose eyes are spinning.

Hearing Duan Xifeng ask him to ask the owner of the village, Kou Zhongyuan's head shook like a rattle: "If you want to ask, I won't ask." ”

"I don't dare. Duan Xifeng sneered.

Kou Zhongyuan is young and promising, informal, and arrogant, and has the title of "Kou Maniac" in the Western Chu court, and he does not hide his jokes with Liu Zhu, the emperor of Western Chu, but he is afraid of his own teaching teacher, Zhuge Wei, like a mouse seeing a cat: "I admit that I don't dare." I wondered, why aren't you afraid of the owner? The owner of the village is so ......" I couldn't find the right words, Kou Zhongyuan's finger dotted in the air: "So different, not angry." In fact, he wanted to say, "The eyes are deep and penetrating." ”

Reaching out to hug a young man with a strange iron sword on his back, Kou Zhongyuan asked: "Kuai'er, aren't you afraid of the owner?" If the owner asks you to die one day, will you go?" He likes to call others like this, and the word "er" after "Feng'er" and "Kuai'er" is not a shallow child's pronunciation, but a heavy solid sound.

"The pavilion master is kind and close, I am not afraid. The young man known as Kuai'er spoke.

Zhuge Wei I is called the owner of the village in the Little Sage Village, and he is called the pavilion master in the West Chu Sword Pavilion.

"Xiao Kuai, don't listen to Kou Zhongyuan's nonsense, the owner won't let you die. You have to have an obsession in your heart to be successful in the way of the sword. Duan Xifeng said.

The young man with the iron sword nodded heavily, he was not as smart as the two young leaders in front of him, but his mind was extraordinarily firm, like a rock, the pavilion master took him in, taught him swordsmanship, and gave him a particularly nice and easy-to-remember name - Fan Xiaokuai. He is not afraid of the pavilion master, and feels close, but he has been in contact with His Majesty Liu Zhu, the emperor of Western Chu, a few times, and he can't help but have palpitations, he feels that His Majesty's eyes have a trace of ruthlessness in them, hiding some unknown secrets, His Majesty can do "the bird is hidden, the rabbit is dead and the dog is cooked", and he is at ease.

"Okay, okay, it's me talking nonsense, it's my nonsense. Kou Zhongyuan spread his hands and lay down, the smile on his face was gone, and his tone was serious: "Feng'er, I will follow you into the Central Plains and confront the second line of defense of the Northern Wei Dynasty head-on." The owner said, don't seek a big victory, just don't die. I will cut through the first line of defense of the Northern Wei Dynasty from behind and join the generalissimo. You must hold on until me and the Generalissimo come to your rescue. I don't want to enter the Central Plains in the future, and when I worship the king, I can only pour wine in front of your grave. That'...... Wouldn't it be boring? ”

"Virtue, Lao Tzu's life is a great blessing, I can't die if you die. Duan Xifeng turned sideways with a smile on his face.

The Zhenxi Army arranged two defense lines, and Western Chu also sent a mysterious army of 10,000 people to form two fronts with Zhao Xuanji, the generalissimo of Western Chu, and the four fronts were parallel to each other, and they were arranged as a backbone in the upper reaches of Taihang Mountain and the Yellow River.

The Zhenxi army is strong in soldiers and horses, rich in grain and grass, and the four generals are also people who can fight well.

Xi Chuqiang is arranging treacherous formations, especially the 10,000 horses in the valley, like a sharp knife hidden in the shadows, not showing its edge.

When the dust settles in Tai'an City, and the Northern Wei Dynasty court is divided into winners and losers, the 10,000 horses in the valley will take advantage of the night to divide into two ways and attack the two lines of defense of the Zhenxi Army respectively.

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To the north of the Great Wall is the Xiongnu, and the grassland desert is thousands of miles.

There is a new city established in the hinterland of the grassland, and it has a resounding name - Shengjing City.

Shengjing City imitates Tai'an City, presenting a tic-tac-toe pattern of eight gates to eight streets.

The Xiongnu are nomadic people, believe in immortality, and sneer at the customs of the Central Plains to enter the soil for peace, even if the Zhongxingshu from the Central Plains became the king of the southern courtyard of the royal court, bringing books and ploughs to the grassland people, but the grassland people still feel that this outsider has desecrated the sacred immortal heaven.

Yearning for the pursuit of freedom, riding horses and whips under the blue sky and white clouds, is what an authentic grassland person should do, Zhongxingshu persuaded the Great Khan to establish Shengjing, and to hollow out the first male mountain in the world of immortality, when the wolf Juxu Mountain, the grassland people broke out an uprising, even so, the Great Khan still according to the plan of the Bank of China, at the expense of the country, but also with the stones on the wolf Juxu Mountain to build a city.

After the construction of Shengjing City, the grassland people can see the darkness and majesty of this city from a distance, like a male lion lying on the grassland, which is awe-inspiring, but the grassland people still don't like this city, and the grassland people prefer wolves.

At this time, in the palace of Shengjing City, the four major generals of the Huns guarded outside the Taihe Hall of Shengjing City, which was no different from the Taihe Hall of Tai'an City.

In the Taihe Palace, the grassland sweaty porridge bowed his head and bent over, looked at a pool of clear water and undisturbed water tanks, and asked in non-standard Chinese: "Sir, is this method feasible?"

In the shadow of the main hall, a maid dressed in Central Plains pushed a wheelchair out, and on the wheelchair sat an old man with withered eyes, gray hair, deep-set eye sockets, and a pair of eyes hidden under dense wrinkles: "Can the Great Khan still believe in old age?"

"Trustworthy, of course trustworthy. Ji Congee stood up, burly, with a dark physique, with the unique roughness of the grassland people: "It's just that what Mr. Zhong said is too unbelievable, the luck of heaven and earth, the fortune of the country, my grassland seems to be ......"

Sitting in a wheelchair is the book of the Bank of China, he defected to the Central Plains, attached to the Great Khan of the Grassland, he once personally planned the two Chu-Hun wars, and caused the Central Plains craftsmen to pour into the grassland of the "northward migration of chariots and horses".

"Great Khan, the theory of luck is indeed illusory, inconclusive, and uncertain, but if you look carefully, there are traces to follow, the so-called feng shui treasure land has no external mountains and rivers geography, plus a little so-called heavenly way. The Great Khan can wait with peace of mind today, and when the dust settles in Tai'an City, there will be a vision in heaven and earth. Bank of China only said a few words before breathing heavily, couldn't help coughing, the maid behind him hurriedly stretched out her hand and patted it, and it took a long time to stop coughing.

"Sir, take care. Ji Congee asked with concern, his eyes returned to the water tank: "Sir, when the Taiwan State Domain enters Beijing, Nanliang and Western Chu will definitely not stand still, and my grassland should also cross the Great Wall and take the opportunity to go south......" Speaking of this, Ji Congee's eyes were gloomy and excited, he was still haunted by the Weishui Alliance back then, if he was resolute at that time, now the grassland iron cavalry can gallop in the Central Plains.

"The Great Khan can't be in a hurry, my grassland is a wolf, the Central Plains is a tiger, the battle between tigers and wolves, in addition to strength, there must be a trace of luck, and this trace of luck is more provided by luck. For example, today's four points, the Northern Wei Dynasty, the Southern Liang, the West Chu and my grassland, among which the Northern Wei Dynasty Shuanglong luck, the strongest in the world, but the enemy on three sides, the military generals are great, weak and poor, and the luck is like autumn leaves. The Southern Liang country is rich and strong, and the territory is vast, but the national style is soft, and Jiankang can't accumulate dragon energy. Western Chu occupies Luoyang, and the dragon is at the head, but it is only the land of four states, and the terrain is narrow, and it cannot fit the dragon in the lying sky. And my grassland has been established for many years, there should have been a dragon vein generated, but the land is sparsely populated, the dragon qi is difficult to gather, and the old man insists on embarrassing the Great Khan, and wants to move the wolf to Juxu Mountain to build Shengjing City, which is nothing more than to improve the grassland luck by changing the geographical appearance. Zhongxingshu paused and took a breath of luck: "This time the Lantai State Domain entered Beijing, the Southern Liang and Western Chu must have heard the wind, they did not seek to defeat the Northern Wei Dynasty, they sought to wash the world's luck, and the Southern Liang sought to establish the national prestige in the Yangtze River and reverse the weak national style." What Xichu seeks is land, to get rid of the fate of a place, and to become a country worthy of the name. And my grassland is to generate a dragon vein, if you can lead the double dragon vein of Tai'an City into my grassland, stabilize it from Shengjing City, and move the fortune of the Heavenly Dao to the north as a whole, without going too far, to the north of the Great Wall, then the so-called luck will also be inclined to my grassland. At that time, our grassland will also be able to grow grain from the Central Plains, and there will be towering giant trees and thousands of miles of fertile fields. ”

Ji Congee's eyes were bright, he admired the culture of the Central Plains, and he had gone to the Yuelu Academy in the Central Plains in disguise, and saw a lot of interesting people and a lot of interesting things, so his desire to occupy the Central Plains became stronger and stronger, once he was very close to the target, but was stopped by an old woman, he vaguely remembered the figure of the old woman on crutches on the bank of the Weishui River, neither humble nor arrogant, majestic, many men in the world are inferior, he is also ashamed of himself, the more so, the more angry and unwilling he is in his heart, and the stronger the desire to enter the Central Plains。

The Taihe Hall fell silent, and occasionally the cough of Zhongxingshu sounded.

Suddenly, a vision struck.

In the water tank in the center of the Taihe Palace, ripples in a circle, the water vapor is full of mist, overflowing out of the tank, accompanied by the sound of jingling jade stones, the water surface is gradually churning, like boiling water, the water flow is rising from bottom to top, contrary to common sense to the center, the water surface has been more than half a foot above the edge of the water tank.

The column of water above the water surface gradually condensed and changed, as if there was a pair of invisible hands carved on it, and Ji Congee found that it was a lifelike dragon head!

Teeth and claws, fierce and fierce.

Within a few inches, a dragon raised its head.

The Zhongxingshu in the wheelchair did not go to the vision in the cylinder, looked up to the south, and muttered, "Has it finally begun?"