In life, many things are often involuntary.

As the old saying goes, there is a fate, and the next has to do it.

As the old saying goes, there are clouds, and the officials crush people to death.

Hu Yanting is obviously not a big problem for everyone, it is because in the face of the current situation, even if they are unwilling, the few guards who came in had to bow to reality.

They followed Ma Ji's example, trembling and kneeling with their backs to Hu Yanting, and one of them even took the initiative to pout his buttocks, with some grief and indignation, and roared as if resigned to his fate.

"Come on!"

“…？”

Seeing that the subordinates who were called in by him knelt down without saying a word and still held their butts at him, even Hu Yanting's well-informed people were inevitably a little confused for a while.

He calmed down from his excitement, frowned at the guards, and said in a deep voice, "What do you mean by this?" ”

As soon as these words came out, the guard who was the first to pout couldn't help but be stunned.

Could he be wrong?

Wrong!

A big man like the wolf lord has never liked to take the initiative. When he said this, he probably wanted to make his gang more active!

The guard, who thought he had guessed the master's thoughts, held back his nausea for the sake of his livelihood at the moment, pouted his butt and shook it twice towards Hu Yanting, pinched his throat and shouted like the girls in the Qinglou: "People are so itchy, wolf master, are you coming~"

“？？？”

Hearing this, Ma Ji, who had buried his head on the ground from beginning to end, couldn't help but be shocked, he subconsciously raised his head and glanced at Hu Yanting and his subordinates with a strange expression.

is worthy of being the longest-lived big wolf master, and he really fucking can play.

Although I don't know why Hu Yanting suddenly became interested when he was talking to him, in order to avoid having more content from his nightmare at night, Ma Ji didn't care so much, and jumped up directly from the ground at the moment.

"Small... The little ones won't just disturb the wolf lord's Yaxing here..."

"Poof!"

The blood splashed on his face made Maggie stop talking, and he opened his mouth wide and looked at the scene in front of him in horror.

The guards who came in were still on their knees, but their heads were already on the ground. As for the one who spoke just now, his death was the most miserable, not only in a different place, but also in the pouting buttocks.

A moment ago, these people were kneeling there in good shape, but before he could say a word, they were all dead!

Maggie turned his head stiffly and looked at the person who had started it all.

The old man was carrying a brute knife that was still stained with blood in one hand, and his expression did not change in the slightest, as if he was not the one who killed these people.

Perhaps sensing Maggie's gaze, he turned his head sideways and met his usual expression.

"The wolf lord spares his life, the wolf lord spares his life!"

Maggie, who had only just stood up, knelt down again, his body shaking even more than before.

"Smack!"

The sound of something falling on the ground sounded in Yu Maggi, and in a panic, he raised his head slightly, and then saw a token.

"There is no one around the old man, and the only few people have also died, so you will do something for the old man for the time being."

Hu Yanting's token kicked at Ma Ji's side.

"This is the old man's wolf lord's order, you take it to the big camp, mobilize all the soldiers in the camp outside the west gate, and the people you brought from southern Xinjiang, remember to bring them with you."

"All... All? ”

Maggie reached for the sign.

"All."

Hu Yanting leaned down, wiped his blade with the corpse on the ground, and said as he wiped: "The 20,000 people in Ning Wan's camp, including your men, have a total of 30,000 troops. ”

"Wolf Lord... You are..."

The whole city poured out of the nest, such a move, which could not help but surprise Magee.

"Expedition."

Hu Yanting laughed.

Now that he knew who the commander of the Song army was, how could he wait here?

Guo Yi has made him miserable for 20 years, and now he finally got an opportunity to make the other party suffer, how could he let go of this opportunity?

The old man narrowed his eyes and looked at the brute knife that had been wiped clean.

Guo Yu must die.

……

Dongwu.

Wang Minghua stood alone at the head of the city, dressed in military uniform, facing south, with distant eyes.

The white qi continued to rise with his breathing, and he felt the coolness coming from his body, and he chuckled self-deprecatingly.

In the end, he is no longer in his prime, and he is seriously ill, his body is not as good as before, and now even the most familiar cold in Northern Xinjiang is a little unbearable.

If you go back in time, if you change to him twenty years ago, don't say that he is covered in armor like now, even if he is standing naked in the wind and snow, he will not necessarily be afraid of the cold.

This is not an exaggeration, but he did experience it in the first place.

In a realm like Northern Xinjiang, where the identity of the family is more important than anything else, it is not luck that he can climb to today's position as a civilian.

After countless battles in the snow and crawling out of countless mountains of corpses and a sea of blood, he was able to gain a firm foothold in the army, and finally met Cheng Daya, who had not yet ascended the throne at that time.

Thinking of this, Wang Minghua smiled again, but this time there was only nostalgia left in his smile.

That year, it was the best time, Cheng Daya and Cheng Xiaoya had not broken up, and they often sat around the fire, listening to their beloved girl play and sing the tune of her hometown, while drinking wine and eating meat. When the wine is drunk, you scold me and I beat you, several people make a mess, and when they are tired, they pour nothing into the snow, and they are as happy as a fairy.

Sighing softly, Wang Minghua no longer smiled.

Things are not people, and twenty years seem to be fleeting.

Whether it's him, Cheng Xiaoya, or the eldest brother and her, they can't go back.

"The King."

Hu Yanyan's voice sounded behind him, Wang Minghua gathered his mind, and in a moment, all the emotions on his face, such as nostalgia and regret, had all disappeared.

"But the horses in the city have been mobilized?"

He looked at his military advisor and said in a light tone.

Since Cheng Xiaoya retired from the army, Dongwu has been preparing for war. Now that the Song army has been invited to the Northern Expedition, they naturally can't stay in the city all the time.

Going south to recover Baitai is the first thing he Wang Minghua will do next.

"Yes, there are 10,000 cavalry and 20,000 foot soldiers in the city, and they are now assembled and ready to go out at any time."

"Good."

Wang Minghua nodded, and asked again, "Is there a reply from the Wanyan family?" ”

"Not yet."

"Huh."

Wang Minghua sneered.

The nine cities in the territory are mutually contained, if he is out of the city, it is difficult to guarantee that Cheng Xiaoya of the royal city will not make any moves, so he naturally has to make some preparations for this expedition.

Half a month ago, he repaired the book and sent it to the Northern Regions, hoping that the Wanyan family could make some movement in the north, and with their deterrence, Wang Cheng would never dare to act rashly.

However, the gang of Wanyan family obviously have their own plans, even if they have defected from Cheng Xiaoya's side, they have always maintained a neutral attitude, obviously wanting to watch the fire from the other side, and wait for the situation to become clearer before making plans.

"It seems that that that person alone can't control the current Wanyan family."

Wang Minghua waved his hand and said, "That's it, I don't plan to rely on them left and right, so I'm ready to send troops." ”

Although he had to take some risks, with the current chaotic situation in northern Xinjiang, he didn't dare to make any moves if he wanted to.

"Don't be in a hurry, the king."

Hearing that Wang Minghua was going to give the order to go on the expedition, Hu Yanyan took out a letter from his sleeve, "Although there is no reply from the Wanyan family, there is still a letter next to it." ”

"What is this?"

Wang Minghua took the letter and asked with a frown.

"This is a letter from southern Xinjiang."

Hu Yanyan's words paused, and then continued: "The letter of Her Royal Highness. ”

Hearing this, Wang Minghua's brows furrowed even tighter, he tore open the envelope, took out the letter from it and read it. With each look, his brow tightened a little, and by the time he finished reading the letter, his eyebrows were tightly locked.

"Kohler Stone is dead? Guo Yu took southern Xinjiang in just one day? ”

Wang Minghua turned his head to look at Hu Yanyan, his expression was dark.

"Yes."

Hu Yanyan nodded and said, "I also just learned about this news. ”

Wang Minghua frowned and said nothing, and then looked at the letter in his hand.

It is full of Cheng Qixue's familiar handwriting, in the letter, she described in detail the before and after of the battle in southern Xinjiang, and then wrote the Song army's plan to divide the troops next, and waited until the end before she wrote the reason for her letter, saying that Guo Yu asked him to send troops together to attack Baitai.

"This Guo Yu..."

Wang Minghua's eyes were slightly deep.

Pegasus slashes the wolf master, breaks the frontier on a snowy night, and attacks the heart in a row, and goes down to the south of Xinjiang in one day... These performances alone cannot but be said to be wonderful, almost comparable to his father, who also led the Northern Expedition.

But that's not all...

"Wan Yanbo is dead."

“…？！”

Hu Yanyan's pupils on the side shrank, obviously shocked by the news, and he said with a little joy: "If the Sword King dies, then Cheng Xiaoya..."

"He died at the hands of Guo Yu a few months ago."

“……”

Hu Yanyan fell silent.

"It's really good news that isn't good news at all."

Wang Minghua shook his head.

When Guo Yu was still in Dongwu, the first appearance of his edge made him move to kill.

He understands that if this son grows up, he will be the second Guo Yi, and they in the north will no longer be able to withstand the second Tianwei Gong.

Therefore, after the wooing failed, Wang Minghua agreed to Yan Bo's request. When Cheng Qixue let Guo Yu out of the city privately, he also turned a blind eye and wanted to get rid of it with Wan Yanbo's hand.

That snowy night, he knew that there would be one less person on the martial arts review, but he didn't expect that the one missing would be Wan Yanbo.

The Sword King is certainly terrifying, but if it dies at the hands of Guo Yu, it will be even more terrifying.

The original Guo Yu was not inferior to his father in terms of military talent, and his military force was slightly inferior. But now, Cheng Qixue told him in the letter that Wan Yanbo, who was at the peak of his power, had been killed by Guo Yu.

Moreover, Guo Yu is not missing arms and legs, so he can pretend to be forced as much as he wants, obviously he retreated after killing Yan Bo.

This undoubtedly gave Wang Minghua a signal that Guo Yu is now close to Guo Yi in force.

Let such a person be the Zhenbei general of the Song Kingdom, and the harm it will bring to them in the future will undoubtedly be a hundred times greater than that of Wan Yanbo.

Thinking of this, Wang Minghua couldn't help but have a headache.