After setting the strategy of the counteroffensive and sending Zhou Xiaojiang as an envoy to the begging department, Wan Yankang began to inspect the military camp every day to understand the physical and mental conditions of the soldiers in the city.

After a period of repair, most of the war-weariness of the soldiers in the city had subsided, and in its place, a strong sense of revenge.

"Uncle Shi, your consciousness is gone." Zhang Xi stood at the head of the city every day, looking out to the west.

Wan Yankang sighed and patted him on the shoulder: "I know." ”

"Uncle Shi, when are we going to kill it?"

"Wait, it's not time yet."

"When?" Zhang Xi's voice became louder, his fists clenched tightly, and the bruises on his face were exposed.

"When you can pass the training of the martial arts hall and be promoted to a battalion-level officer, you will be qualified to know."

In the battle to defend the city, Zhang Xi killed hundreds of enemies with his outstanding martial arts, and he could be promoted to battalion commander with his accumulated merits. But he was sad and conscious of death, and he refused to go to the martial arts hall for training, and only looked at the west from the top of the city every day, gritting his teeth from time to time, and slamming the city wall with his fists.

Luo Hanhuai and Tian Dali took turns to persuade them, but to no avail.

Until this moment, after listening to Yan Kang's words, Zhang Xi seemed to understand something. He took a few deep breaths, slowly calmed down, bowed to Yan Kang after finishing it, turned around and went down the city, and ran in the direction of the martial arts hall.

Wan Yan Kang rubbed the wall tiles at the head of the city, the color of these wall tiles was much darker and brown than when he left the city, although after repeated washing, there was still a trace of residual blood smell from the cracks in the bricks.

In the ten-day battle after he left the city, when Tian Xiaowan and Li Mochou were in the Vulture Palace, they all chose to talk to him one by one. However, both women only described the personal heroism and rarely described the tragedy of the war.

These dark-colored wall tiles wordlessly narrate these heroic and tragic scenes.

After the beginning of spring, how many casualties will be caused by the upcoming major counteroffensive?

Are the thousands of miles of grassland west of White Horse City stained red with blood?

Thinking of this, Wan Yankang's face showed a little stunned, and he didn't know whether his existence was good or bad for this era.

"Senior brother." With a soft shout, Wan Yankang woke up from his abrupt loss.

"Zhiping, why are you here?" Wan Yankang quickly collected his mood and showed a hint of a smile.

Yin Zhiping was dressed in a gray robe, holding a whisk in his left hand, because of the broken arm, his whole person was much thinner, but he looked more immortal.

"Senior brother, Zhiping is here to resign." Yin Zhiping placed the dust sideways and bowed.

Wan Yankang exclaimed: "Zhiping, why is this so, after the senior brother came back, there were a lot of miscellaneous things, and I couldn't take care of you for a while, and I hope you will take care of it more." ”

Yin Zhiping shook his head: "Senior brother, Zhiping definitely didn't mean that. ”

Before Yan Kang asked again, Yin Zhiping said again: "In the past, Zhiping and a group of senior brothers resolutely went down the mountain, because of the senior brother's sentence "The great man of chivalry, for the country and the people", now Zhiping is disabled, it is difficult to serve the country anymore, and staying in White Horse City is a burden, so the only way to go back to Zhongnan Mountain is to cultivate with peace of mind. ”

Wan Yankang opened his mouth to speak, wanting to pass on a left-handed swordsmanship or knife technique to Yin Zhiping to encourage him to rekindle his fighting spirit. But when the words came to his mouth, he swallowed them back, and instead nodded and said, "It's okay, among the three generations of my Quanzhen disciples, you should inherit the Dao lineage." ”

Yin Zhiping shook his head dejectedly: "How can Zhiping's disabled person take on this responsibility." ”

Wan Yankang just wanted to speak and stopped, just thinking of the death of consciousness, his heart was full of grief. Yin Zhiping has already broken an arm, if he changes his left-handed swordsmanship or knife technique and goes to the battlefield again, if there is an accident, I am afraid it will be his lifelong regret.

Seeing that Yin Zhiping's heart was low, he hurriedly took a step forward and hugged Yin Zhiping's shoulder: "Senior brother, inheriting the Quanzhen Dao system, how can you only talk about the level of martial arts." If you only talk about the level of martial arts, now that I am the master of the Quanzhen Sect, it should not be Master Ma, but our Master Qiu. This arm of yours was lost to save Senior Brother Zhitan, and with such a responsibility, even if the martial arts are slightly inferior in the future, who will not accept it! ”

Hearing this, Yin Zhiping nodded slightly, with a slight brilliance on his face.

Wan Yankang secretly thought in his heart that after he was pacified in the north, he would have to make a special trip back to Zhongnan Mountain, first, to visit his parents, and secondly, to teach Yin Zhiping a unique skill, so that he could overwhelm his peers with one-armed skills.

Yin Zhiping had only been gone for a few days, and Huang Yaoshi also proposed to resign, and he was going to take Mei Chaofeng back to Peach Blossom Island to see the whereabouts of the remaining disciples.

Although Huang Rong was reluctant to her father, she had to say goodbye.

Wan Yankang was reluctant to let Aunt Mei take away such a big killer, but as soon as Huang Yaoshi glared, he immediately recognized it.

When Huang Yaoshi was leaving, he looked at Huang Rong with tears in his eyes, and he was a little reluctant.

Seeing this, Wan Yankang took the opportunity to speak: "Father-in-law, why don't you stay for a while?" ”

Huang Yaoshi laughed, turned around and left, and after walking out of dozens of zhang, he threw a sentence from afar: "Stinky boy, the fifth day of the ninth month is the period of Huashan's sword discussion, you have to come when you are free!" ”

Wan Yankang responded continuously.

The two stood at the head of the city, watching Huang Yaoshi and Mei Chaofeng drift south, until they could no longer see a human figure.

Huang Rong took Yan Kang's arm, leaned her head on his chest, and sighed faintly: "Brother Kang, on the fifth day of the ninth month, can we finish this battle?" ”

After Yan Kang turned his head to look at the west, after a long time, he said plainly but unusually firmly: "Definitely, you can!" ”

As a martial arts person, the twenty-five-year Huashan Sword Discussion is really very attractive to him. When he was last year, after finishing Yan Kang's martial arts, he was still a little weaker than Ouyang Feng. But after months of life-and-death struggle, coupled with an experience in the Vulture Palace, he is confident that his martial arts have reached a higher level.

The number one in the world, who can resist the martial arts?

A few days later, Zhou Xiaojiang rushed back to White Horse City and reported what he had seen and heard on the trip to Wan Yan Kang.

Temujin's heightened vigilance did not surprise Wan Yankang. He sent Zhou Xiaojiang as an envoy and pretended to make a gesture, although he had a bit of the intention of confusing the enemy, but he mainly wanted to spy on the reality of the enemy's royal court. If Temujin would have been easily deceived, how could he have a reputation for a generation of heavenly pride.

In the face of the 2,000 rangers sent by Temujin, Wan Yankang also sent two battalions of scouts, divided into north and south lines, and advanced westward.

Zhou Xiaojiang, as the battalion commander of the first battalion of scouts, was responsible for going to the northern front, and he felt unhappy in his heart.

What do you say?

Wan Yan Kang gave him a strange order, looking for every opportunity to engage the beggar tribe rangers, but with two requirements:

You can't play more or less!

Do not cross the Erguna River!

According to Wan Yankang's order, that is to say, if his battalion of cavalry encounters ten people on the other side, he can only send ten people to fight, and if he encounters hundreds of people, he can only send hundreds of people to fight.

According to Zhou Xiaojiang's idea, with the combat power of the scout battalion, he could wipe out one or two thousand patrol rangers of the Qiyan Department in a few minutes and hit Temujin's lair.

But the marshal said that if there is any discount in the implementation of this military order, he will be dismissed as the battalion commander and placed in the marshal's mansion as a gatekeeper.

If you don't do it, you have to be a gatekeeper, who is willing to do it. Although he didn't understand, Zhou Xiaojiang had no choice but to carry out the task one by one.

Most of the marshals want to train first, Zhou Xiaojiang thinks so.

When a ten-man ranger of the Qiyan Division suddenly encountered more than 1,000 cavalry from this battalion, trembling, the ten-captain realized that he could not escape, and simply led his men to make a suicidal charge.

What the commander of the ten could not understand was that the enemy brigade of this battalion actually stopped, and ten cavalrymen rushed out of the formation, formed a small front arrow formation, and rushed towards his side.

The ten-man was overjoyed, he didn't have time to think much about the strangeness of the enemy, but it was better to be able to fight ten against ten, even if he was defeated and killed, than to fight the fire with ten enemies and a thousand moths.

"Rush, kill one enough!" The ten-captain, with a roar of rage, drew his scimitar.

The warriors of White Horse City, in terms of individual combat ability, are naturally led by Wushuang. Below the unequaled, there are several scout troops. But the rangers sent by Temujin were also elite soldiers. If it is an ordinary warrior, ten people against ten people, even if White Horse City can win, I am afraid that more than half of it will be lost.

But this ten-person team, the leader is called Wang Zhitan.

Qiu Chuji took Quanzhen's twenty or so third-generation disciples down the mountain to help Wanyan Kang, nearly half of the little Taoist priests had already returned to Zhongnan Mountain with Qiu Chuji, and when Yin Zhiping returned to the mountain, there were a few little Taoist priests who were tired of fighting and returned to the mountain together. Wang Zhitan and others are left, but they like military life and want to rely on their martial arts to fight for a wife.

After last year's battle, Wang Zhitan also made a lot of military achievements, and he has been promoted to company commander and appointed to the first scout battalion. Although Wang Zhitan and Zhou Xiaojiang are all true disciples and the other are Shaolin disciples, both of them are Yan Kang's same disciples, and the two quickly get together.

Quanzhen martial arts, mainly palm and swordsmanship, are not suitable for immediate fighting. Wan Yankang thought of the feelings of the same family, and had already taught a group of little Taoist priests the entire set of Yang family marksmanship. Wang Zhitan's martial arts have already entered the house, and it is naturally not difficult to learn marksmanship, after months of training, he has been able to dance three spear flowers at the same time on the horse.

The two armies intersected, and as Wang Zhitan's spear danced, the soldiers of the Qiyan Department had already been shot and fell off their horses before they even drew their knives.

The last knight, seeing Wang Zhitan's spear stabbing him, had already closed his eyes and was ready to lead the death. After a while, he was still safe and sound.

He opened his eyes and looked at Wang Zhitan suspiciously.

Wang Zhitan slapped him on the left side of his face with the tip of his gun, and said in a broken Mongolian dialect: "Spare your life today, and go back to tell your centurion and thousand-commander." The east side of the Ergun River is our territory, and those who are not afraid of death are not afraid to come. ”

The lucky man knew that he was going to let himself talk, so he survived, and when he was overjoyed, he only dared to obey.

Wang Zhitan slapped him on the left side of his face with the tip of the gun for a while, and then switched to the right side: "You barbarians from the beggar department are all a bunch of weak chickens. ”

The man wondered: "Weak chicken, what is it?" ”

"Weak chicken, it's the weakest chick, hahahaha!" Before Wang Zhitan could say anything, several soldiers behind him burst into laughter.

The man blushed: "Our warriors of the beggar tribe are not weak chickens!" ”

Wang Zhitan looked at him contemptuously: "Really? Then let the horses come, I promise, if you come with ten people, we will send ten people, and if you come with a team of hundreds, we will send a hundred, and we will never send one more than you! ”

When this person was skeptical, Wang Zhitan put force in his hand and slapped him off the horse: "Go back, you weak chickens are not qualified to ride horses!" ”

The man fell off his horse, got up, looked at Wang Zhitan with red eyes, and finally ran west without saying a word, crossing the Ergun River to find his own army.