If you choose a good name, you will be lucky for a lifetime, if you call it a dog, a strong force, a pillar, it is often difficult to become a big official...... For example, if a certain scholar is called "Gao Zhuzi" and "Li Ergou", he will definitely not be able to call it, but what about a bachelor, can he give himself a good name first?

Sang Qi is the seventh in line, as a poor person, it is okay to be famous for his ranking, like Li Qi, Zhang Qi, and Han Qi are nothing, but his master's surname is Sang.

Back then, because of this surname, Sang Weihan almost didn't have a Zhongjin sergeant, and when it came to these subordinates, the situation was even worse, isn't Sang Qi a "lost wife"!

Can you still be good in this life?

Sure enough, that year, he was three months and fifteen years old, and he was called by the old man, told him a lot, and then asked him to go to Youzhou and defect to the Khitan.

At that time, Sang Weihan promised that in three or five years, as soon as the king of the court arrived, he would be a meritorious minister, able to be an official, marry a beautiful daughter-in-law, own fields, slaves and maids, chariots and horses, and live a life of mastery.

Sang Qi agreed in a daze, he first went to Youzhou to work, the days were very hard, almost never had a full meal, but Sang Qi was very hard, as soon as he had effort, he observed everywhere, carefully noted down the situation, how many soldiers and horses, what had changed, every once in a while, he wrote down what he saw and heard, and handed it to the people above.

At first, he could bear it, but then he couldn't stand it anymore, and kept asking when the king would be able to come to collect intelligence.

Every time, the other party said that it was fast, and it was fast...... Sang Qi kept comforting himself, and five years passed like this, and when he asked again, the other party cried.

Howling and crying, crying so much that the sky was falling apart, like a mourning exam, no matter how Sang Qi asked, the other party didn't speak, and in the end, he only told Sang Qi that there was no need to collect intelligence in the future.

Three days passed, and Sang Qi saw his body, which had jumped into a well and drowned...... Sang Qi also knew the reason.

Wang Shi did not look forward to coming, but the Khitans entered the Central Plains and broke through Kaifeng.

The Great Jin Dynasty is gone, and their master, Sang Xianggong, is also dead.

At that moment, Sang Qi thought of death, he really planned to jump into the well.

However, in the end, he survived, and was sold to the grassland, becoming a slave of the Ugu tribe, and his status was even more humble. Sang Qi's life has completely turned gray.

He toiled every day, kept his mouth shut, and lived like an animal.

He couldn't speak, and gradually forgot to write, he lived with cattle and sheep, every winter, hugged each other, and lived by each other's body temperature......

Sang Qi even felt that one day, he would die like an animal, and there was nothing to be sorry for.

Such ignorance lasted for seven years, a time long enough to torment anyone crazy...... Just one early morning, Sang Qi's world suddenly changed.

An old Taoist priest appeared in front of him, with a flowing beard, kind eyebrows, and a kind smile...... The dusty memory woke up, and Sang Qi finally remembered.

When he was in Sangfu, this immortal chief was the guest of honor of the prime minister...... They talked a lot that day, and Sang Qi knew that his master was dead, and the people who were sent to Youzhou and the grassland had smuggled and fled, and most of them had lost contact.

The Great Jin Dynasty is gone, and even the Han Dynasty that was established later has disappeared, and the current country name is Da Zhou. But no matter how the country name changes, the land of the Central Plains, where the ancestral tombs are located, haunted by dreams, family members, they are still there!

When I returned to my hometown, I kowtowed in front of my ancestral grave, drank a bowl of rice wine brewed by my family, and ate a few sweet dates...... Sang Qi's dead heart came alive again.

In the past few years, Chen Tuan has worked tirelessly to awaken countless "Sang Qi".

And these people who have been waiting for it for a long time have finally waited for the king!

"This, this way, let's go!"

Sang Qi's voice was strange, but he also regained a little ability to speak.

In the steppe, tragedy can easily happen without a guide.

For example, General Fei, who has never been a marquis in his life, often gets lost.

Speaking of which, no matter whether Wei Qing or Huo Quai, they all recruited many Huns and let them be guides, and every time they went to war, they returned with a full load. Li Guang slaughtered all the Qiang people who surrendered, and he had a good martial arts, but when he was fighting, he always couldn't find an enemy, so it was no wonder that he was aggrieved all his life......

Sang Qi would make pottery, and often walked among the tribes, the road was very familiar, and some time ago, a young merchant of the Great Zhou Dynasty found the Wugu tribe, but the leader Ah Xin was capricious and imprisoned.

Sang Qi found him and wanted to help the young man escape, but who knew that the young man was very angry, he actually wanted to destroy the Wugu Department by himself, and he didn't want to go back to Da Zhou at all.

However, the young man gave him one thing and told him to go south, and if he could find the men of Da Zhou, he would show them the way.

That's how Sang Qi met the hussar guards.

"This, that's it, give, give it to me!"

He sent a copper Pixiu to Ye Hua.

One of the nine sons of the dragon in the legend of Pixiu, he is a fierce beast, a rui beast, and a divine beast!

The embroidered messenger is marked by Pixiu, but the embroidered messenger's Pixiu is chubby, round and round, and looks like a bear...... According to ancient records, Pixiu resembles a bear, with gray fur, and many people simply think that Pixiu is a giant panda!

The Xiong'an Army takes the panda as the banner, and the embroidered messenger takes the Pixiu as the symbol...... There's no way, the champion Hou loves to love deeply!

took Pixiu and checked it in his hand, Ye Hua seemed to be smiling, this Pixiu was given to Sang Qi by his apprentice.

That kid didn't come back, but went north, he wanted to destroy the Ugu tribe, very good, ambitious!

Zhao Er's temperament is gloomy and his heart is ruthless, let the teacher see how much movement you can make!

"This is for you!"

Ye Hua gave Pixiu to Sang Qi, and asked him to give him a brocade robe embroidered with a beast and a long knife...... This is the emblematic dress of the embroidered messenger.

Sang Qi couldn't help but feel excited, and his blood was boiling.

He led the way on horseback, and after two days of trekking, in one evening they finally came to the side of a river. A detachment of centaurs came running from afar.

Liang Hongcai, who was the leader, hugged the neck of the sweaty BMW and ran in front, and a group of screaming Khitan soldiers appeared from behind, and they were already salivating over these BMWs.

Ye Hua stood on horseback, looking down at the Khitan soldiers in the distance, and sneered slightly!

"Hussars! Kill! ”

With an order, the hussars were dispatched.

A year ago, they rushed into battle with General Wang Jing, defeated the Tielin Army, and scattered the Leen Room Army. A year later, the hussars were more mature and sharp, wearing leather armor and armed with spears, and the tide rushed down.

Liang Hongcai saw it in his eyes, and tears poured out uncontrollably.

"It's Master Hou! Master Hou has come to save us! ”

Liang Hongcai yelled excitedly, and he grabbed the horse's mane hard, making it stop, and also making the people and horses behind him stop. As long as Hou Ye arrives, they have nothing to fear.

"Look, horses, those guys are dead!" Liang Hongcai was stunned and talked to the war horse. Not to mention, this golden BMW is quite spiritual, stretching its neck and looking at the battlefield not far away.

The hussars and the men and horses of the Ugu tribe collided together.

The cavalry spears stabbed out, and the Khitan soldiers who rushed in front fell off their horses one after another, and the hussars did not pause, stepping on their corpses, and continued to move forward, the long knives waved, the cold light flashed, and the Khitans let out a desperate roar, and the maces, iron forks, and spears in their hands could not resist the sharp sabers at all.

One knife sweeps, the weapon breaks, two knives chop down, and people and horses are shattered!

The hussars were like the Grim Reaper who harvested life, without hesitation or politeness.

They rushed quickly, like fierce tigers, unstoppable.

Sang Qi craned his neck and looked at the hussar guards' hearty charge, and soon tears filled his eyes.

This is Wang Shi, this is the Central Plains Iron Cavalry!

The Khitan people's boastful riding and shooting are unparalleled, and in front of the Han family, they are not worth mentioning at all!

Those fierce and bloodthirsty Khitans, in the face of the hussars, turned out to be so vulnerable, let's see, they couldn't hurt the hussars at all, but were rushed off the horses, and the whole team was like rags, being ravaged wantonly.

Look, someone has run away!

They fled in terror and fled in disarray, and the hussars chased after them with their butts, unceremoniously...... It's so majestic, this is the real man!

Fifteen years!

Even a Khitan child can pee on his own neck.

In their eyes, Sang Qi, like livestock, would have been killed long ago if he hadn't had a little craftsmanship.

I'm afraid that they will never think of how fierce and cruel they are when the Han family sons show their hideousness!

I am also a descendant of the Han family, by the way, I am still an embroidered messenger, I have a war horse, I have a treasure knife! Me, I...... Kill!

Sang Qi roared madly and rushed towards the Khitans.

His eyes were red, the oncoming wind almost suffocated him, Sang Qi couldn't breathe, his face was as thick as his neck, it was a long distance, and finally, Sang Qi rushed in front of the Khitans.

"Die!"

He waved the knife in his hand, the other party was a man as strong as a mountain, he used the round shield on his left arm to block Sang Qi's knife, and then turned around, and waved his mace with his right arm to smash Sang Qi's head, if he was hit, there was only one way to die.

This is the usual technique of Khitan warriors, but this time he miscalculated, Sang Qi's knife was extremely sharp, split the round shield, cut off the forearm of the big man, and the blood sprayed wildly, turning into a blood mist...... The big man couldn't bear the pain, and let out a terrible howl, and he retreated in a hurry.

Sang Qi didn't know where he got the courage, and suddenly burst into a shout, and the long knife stabbed out, just penetrating the heart of the big man!

Hot blood splashed Sang Qi's face, and the big man stared at him in despair and horror.

Sang Qi remembered that this guy was a famous warrior from the Ugu Division, and he had killed a black bear with his own hands!

Hahaha!

He died at my hands!

Died at the hands of a lowly slave!

What's the use of being brave? You barbarians, how can you understand the wisdom of the Han family!

Sang Qi felt that the panic in his heart had vanished and disappeared without a trace.

More than 3,000 people, in less than an hour, were reduced to corpses all over the ground.

This is the power of the hussars!

"Master Qiqi, General Zhao is still fighting hard in front!"

Ye Hua raised the long knife in his hand and said expressionlessly: "Rush me!" The hussars turned around and immediately pounced on the next battlefield......

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