Emperor Zhou Yuanqing inherited the excellent bloodline of the three generations of kings of the Northern Yan Zhou family, and was a king who was both civil and military, and talented and intelligent. His personality, wisdom, heart and nature are simply as high as the emperor of the Youbei Third Road, who has a narrow and narrow qi and can only play some inappropriate means.

The reason why he will only send one idle official Xiang Qing this time, plus this 'miniature peace negotiation mission' composed of two long-term followers, has the intention of humiliating Yan Hunt. Once Yan Hunt becomes angry and chooses to take the initiative to declare war on Beiyan, then his own side will have the absolute upper hand on the battlefield or in the struggle of the people's hearts. Attacking the heart before attacking the city, it can be seen that Zhou Yuanqing, the emperor, is by no means a dreamer who only knows the height of the temple and does not know the distance of the rivers and lakes. And the important thing is that even if he knows the art of war and knows the strategy, he has never done anything stupid to monopolize the decision-making power in war.

The reason why he put the battle of the East Customs on the court meeting and discussed it with everyone this time was completely proposed by the Marquis of Pingbei in his letter.

Although there were two opinions in the court, in the heart of Emperor Tianyou, he had already had his own inclined proposition: that is, to start a complete war!

The reason why he advocated war was different from the Yan Hunt who was eager to make an 'immortal feat'. He just knows one thing very well: force and negotiation are always interdependent. Even if you get a big victory at the negotiating table, without a strong fist behind it, it is just a trick to get it by taking advantage of your tongue.

It can also be said that since sending that shabby lineup of missions, he has been ready for full-scale war. He no longer wanted to throw silver into the bottomless pit of the Eastern Customs. There are still many ideals in his heart that have not been realized, and there are still many poor people under his rule, who are still struggling with hunger and disease; He wants to spend every tael of silver, and he wants every Beiyan people to live a richer life than the people of Nankang.

The argument above the court is actually meaningless. The main battle and the conservative faction are still endlessly telling those clichés, but Zhou Yuanqing's mind has long been unknown where it has gone.

Late at night, in the Jincheng Mansion.

Shen Guizheng was in the county jail, counting the rows of wine jars. And He Wendao, the shaman who came to Jincheng at some point, stumbled to set up the last big wine jar with Fourteen at this time.

He Wendao, who was honorable, sat on the thatch of the cell, rubbed his oily hands, and asked Shen Gui, who was counting, puzzled:

"What do you want to do with this?"

"Give a gift!"

"Nonsense! I haven't heard of anyone who has this thing as a gift, it's dirty and smelly, who wants it......"

"Hmm...... As if what you said makes sense, then I'll throw these things out in a few days, and whoever likes them will take them. ”

"You asked me to mobilize all the shamans to help you find this thing in the deep mountains and old forests in the north of the city, and now it's so easy to find that you want to throw it out? Forget it, if you don't want to say it, I won't ask. If nothing happens to me, then I'll go back to Fengjing? ”

"If you're not in a hurry, I'll wait for another two days, I've just rehearsed a big play, and it's not too late to leave after watching it."

He Wendao nodded, he knew that if Shen Gui was unwilling to speak, then no one would be able to pry his mouth open. So he didn't ask any more questions, and walked out of the dungeon on his own.

Shen Gui counted the number, looked back at Fourteen, pointed to his mouth, and Fourteen turned away. It didn't take long for Fu Yi, who looked impatient, to be dragged down by Fourteen.

"Are the winter solstice brothers ready?"

"Don't worry, they're doing this for the long time."

"What about the black blind man (black bear)?"

"Sleep."

"The hour is almost up, wake him up."

An hour later, under the East Customs Gate, a tall figure riding on horseback, like a black iron tower, appeared. Behind him stood about 5,000 elite soldiers, all of them powerful and murderous.

"General Yan Chongwu, let Guo Xiao, that old horseman, come out to see me!"

Yan Chongwu waved the long knife in his hand, and the tip of the knife pointed obliquely at a school officer on duty above the East Customs Tower.

"Huh? Isn't this Yan Dashuai? Are you here to call for a siege? Or are you here to be a guest at my East Customs? If it's a siege, you don't even have a ladder with you, are you planning to ask our Beiyan for a few good coffins? If you talk about being a guest, how can you carry a weapon to someone's house as a guest? Our Hou Ye is old and has already gone to bed. In my opinion, it's not too early for the day, so if you don't have anything else to do, please come back. ”

As the school officer said, Yan Chongwu led the army to the East Customs so abruptly this time, which made everyone scratch their heads. And as the school officer on duty, he adhered to the principle of seeking stability first, did not touch the other party's thoughts, and did not order the arrow to be released, but just rejected his request in a few words, and no longer paid attention to him.

After all, although these 5,000 men and horses were well equipped, they didn't even bring a single siege equipment, and it was difficult to get close to the gate of Donghaiguan, let alone any danger. This school officer is worthy of being an old soldier, and now my Northern Yan army relies on Xiongguan Jiancheng, condescending, and is simply invincible; Now that you have a thousand tricks, I will not move, could it be that these Youbei barbarians who have not brought siege weapons can still fly over with wings?

Yan Chongwu seemed to have known this result for a long time, and at this time, the sky was getting dark, and the old and serious school official on the city tower did not see a sinister smile on the corner of his mouth.

I saw Yan Chongwu raise the knife bar with one hand, straighten his waist and shout. The sound was like a thunderclap, and it couldn't help but echo in front of the Donghaiguan in the evening, before the terrain surrounded by mountains on both sides:

"Guo Xiao, come out to see so-and-so!"

As soon as his voice fell, the five thousand elite soldiers behind him also shouted in unison at the same time:

"Guo Xiao, come out to see so-and-so!"

The roar of more than 5,000 soldiers in unison blew up in the Donghaiguan in an instant, and even Guo Xiao, the Marquis of Pingbei, who was sleeping soundly in the inner hall of the Shuaifu, was awakened from his dream by this loud shout. But the sound of his own soldiers was covered by the shouting and scolding of the Pingbei soldiers, who covered their ears, and it was almost inaudible.

And the little marquis Guo Xing was awakened by his own soldiers as early as when Yan Chongwu appeared. He had already come to the top of the city tower at this time, looking at Yan Chongwu and the elite soldiers behind him who were no less than five thousand, frowning, and then lit a torch and waved it twice to the left and right under the city, and the scene instantly quieted down.

"Yan Chongwu, if you want to fight, then come to attack the city, and I will follow the Pingbei Army; If you don't fight, you will leave quickly, our Hou Ye has no time to see you! ”

At this time, Yan Chongwu was just about to speak, but he was stopped by Fang Junping, the captain of the guard behind him, and whispered a few words in his ear, and then he raised his knife and pointed at Guo Xing:

"You are the one who snatched the body of my concubine?"

"Not bad!"

"Great, Ben Shuai led the army to come today to find you! Quickly return the body of my concubine, if there is a hair missing, I will definitely want the head of your 150,000 troops in the East Customs to be buried for her!" ”

Guo Xing stood on top of the city tower, looked at Yan Chongwu, who was pretending to be angry below, and sneered in his heart: It seems that although this Yan Chongwu is brave and strategic, he is really not good at acting. At this time, he must have been forced by the puppet emperor Yan Hunt to ask for the corpse of Nankang's spy 'Huang Li', and wipe his butt with the prince, wanting to conceal his family's plot to form an alliance with Nankang.

Thinking of this, Guo Xing didn't break it, but just reached out and pulled the hard bow behind his back, put the arrow in his hand, and pulled the bowstring out of a full moon with a 'gala', and the tip of the arrow pointed directly at the 'incompetent black-faced actor' in the city:

"Yan Chongwu! I read that you are also a famous general on the Huayu Continent, so I will say all the good things. But since your mouth is not clean and rude first, don't blame me for the ruthlessness of the Beiyan people. If I don't retreat after three breaths, I will definitely order you to be shot with arrows. Whether you go or stay, you can do it yourself! ”

At this time, Guo Xiao, the Marquis of Pingbei, had already rushed to the top of the city pass neatly, but when he heard his son's correspondence, he didn't feel that there was anything wrong, so he didn't show up in a hurry, and let him open his bow and arrows, and compete with Yan Chongwu under the city pass.

"One!"

Guo Xing shouted, and Yan Chongwu rode out of the queue alone, holding a knife in his hand.

"Two!"

Guo Xing shouted twice, Yan Chongwu lowered his waist and tightened the reins, and his feet were tightly buckled into the stirrups.

"Three! Whoosh......"

As soon as the 'three words' came out, Guo Xing let go of the bowstring in his hand, and the stainless steel arrow reflected a faint cold light in mid-air, and flew straight to the right side of Yan Chongwu's body twenty steps away. The school official who just talked to him was also an expert in using a bow, and he could judge from the trajectory of his little marquis's arrow alone, that this arrow must be crooked and could not be more crooked.

There is no way, although Guo Xing, the little marquis of his own family, is both civil and military, but he has no talent at all in archery; Otherwise, he wouldn't have bought back those delicate toys-like crossbows from the Nankang merchants at a high price.

For this arrow, Guo Xing himself did not report any hope at all. He himself also understood that Yan Chongwu's eight achievements were to explain Yan Hunt's holy decree, so he would not bring siege ordnance and act in this play. And how is the archery, he is even more centered, Yan Chongwu is a generation of famous generals who have been on the battlefield for a long time, if he is really shot by an arrow in his hand, then it is called true......

"Ahh ……”

Guo Xinggang lowered the longbow in his hand, and before his white face was flushed, Yan Chongwu, who was riding a horse and riding alone to rush through the pass, screamed miserably, and his body fell off the horse.

Guo Xing hurriedly looked down, and with the help of the torch in the hand of the other party's guard, he saw it clearly at a glance: the arrow he shot out, the tail of the arrow was shaking constantly, and the arrow had already penetrated deeply into the empty door under Yan Chongwu's ribs! At this time, the guards who came to save people with torches hurriedly carried Yan Chongwu, who was suffering from arrow sores, to the horse, and a group of more than 5,000 people came and went in a hurry.

The soldiers and officers above the city gate were all thinking about a question: why did these Northern Barbarians come here?

The school officer, who was proficient in archery, was also thinking about a question: his little marquis had been able to accurately calculate the advance of the person who charged on horseback?

And Guo Xing, who had just hit the ground with an arrow, also looked at his hands and thought about a question: How was this Yan Chongwu shot by me? Is it that the sky is too dark to see clearly? Or was he thinking too much and hiding in the wrong direction?

And Guo Xiao, the Marquis of Pingbei, who was hidden on the side and did not show up, looked at the low-hanging longbow in his son's hand and secretly pondered:

"Isn't Xing'er's archery always unsophisticated? Could it be that he has been practicing secretly lately? ”