Chapter 50: The Army of Tigers and Wolves
At the end of April, the weather in the capital is no longer cold in early spring, but with some heat at the beginning of summer.
There is a stone pavilion ten miles outside the Chaoyang Gate of the capital, just like the pavilions outside the city of all big cities, it is a place used by dignitaries and scholars to bid farewell and greet them.
At this time, in this pavilion, outside the pavilion was full of black and oppressive people, among which there was a person wearing a red official robe, who was just an official of the third rank or above in the capital.
There are many more people wearing green official robes, and these are all Beijing officials below the third rank.
In addition to these people, there were also rows of soldiers in new armor standing on either side of the truth, and the folds of their clothes were still obvious, apparently just turned out of the warehouse.
On a small hill not far from the officials was a group of musicians with various musical instruments.
The official road next to the pavilion has been cleaned and re-compacted with loess, and then splashed with water, so that when the brigade comes, there will not be too much dust, and it looks more decent.
Now, these people are all doing the same thing, that is, they are all pulling their necks and looking hard at the official road to the east, as if they are waiting for someone to appear.
It's just that these people have waited from the beginning of the sun to the third pole of the sun, and they have not seen the expected figure in their field of vision.
Some people got impatient and began to complain: "Is there a shadow in the end, this hot day, wait for a long time, isn't this a bad thing." ”
Someone chimed in: "That's it, this hasn't entered Beijing yet, and this score is so big." If this enters Beijing, it will not be older than the emperor. ”
These words caused a whisper of persuasion from the people next to him: "Brother, silence, disaster comes from the mouth." ”
The person who spoke was unhappy: "I don't let people talk anymore, I tossed people up before dawn, and I didn't even see a figure after waiting for a morning, so I complained twice." Is this still the world of the Ming Dynasty? How much credit did my ancestors make to fight the world with my grandfather, what else can a nouveau riche do? ”
The persuader looked at it, sighed, and moved away.
When the complaining person saw that the other party was silent, he snorted coldly and said more energetically, which attracted a lot of echoing voices. But there were also many people who looked at him and shook their heads, standing a little farther away.
Standing at the front of the crowd, dressed in a red robe, with a straight back and gray hair and beard, was Xia Junze, the head of the cabinet, who looked at Dongmian with a calm face, and there was no expression on his face, as if he was deaf to the whining voices behind him.
A younger, straight-nosed, thick-eyed, red-robed official behind him is the new secretary of the Ministry of War, and the original squire of the Ministry of War, Li Zhuyuan, is Xia Junze's old partner and subordinate for many years.
He listened to the growing grumbling over there, turned his head to look at the people in disgust, and cursed something in a low voice.
Xia Junze, who was in front of him, suddenly spoke: "Do you know the person who picked the head?" ”
"Who else can there be but that idiot from the Duke of Wei." Li Zhuyuan replied, his tone obviously full of disdain for that Liu Yao.
"If you are a fool, there will be a day when you will bring disaster upon yourself. Ignore him. Xia Junze still didn't look back, his eyes just looked at the official road in the east.
After a long while, the sun had risen to mid-heaven, and there was finally movement on the east side of the official road, and a group of black-clothed and black-armored iron horsemen emerged from the horizon and rushed quickly towards the waiting crowd.
Seeing this cavalry, the waiting crowd made a noise from afar, and as the black-armored iron cavalry approached, the crowd all quieted down, and even Liu Yao, the most powerful prince of Wei who was whining and shouting just now, closed his mouth tightly.
From the moment the pair of iron riders appeared in people's eyes to standing in front of them, it was almost a blink of an eye.
These black-armored knights were shrouded in iron armor all over their bodies, and even their faces were covered by visors, revealing only a pair of cold eyes. They rode on tall and sturdy horses, galloping like a fly, and though they were not many in number, they seemed to have only a hundred or so horses. However, the momentum of a hundred people galloping was like a thousand troops, and this scene alone made these officials secretly frightened.
Behind the leader of the Iron Riders is a fiery red cape, and on the helmet there is a cluster of fiery red and bright helmet tassels flying and stretching in the gallop, which is obviously the most noticeable compared to the other iron horses.
When the knight at the head galloped ten paces away from the crowd, the horse was still very fast. But he gently pulled the reins of the horse, and the healthy horse under his crotch neighed, and the man stood up, and his two front legs kicked twice in the air, and when he landed again, it was already abruptly stopped.
The black-armored knights behind him also made almost the same movements, in unison, like one person, and a hundred horsemen went from galloping to standing still in an instant, without a trace of panic.
This extremely sophisticated equestrian skill alone made these officials even more frightened.
Xia Junze, the first assistant of the cabinet, has been in charge of the army for many years, and he understands how elite the cavalry is in this way, so he is even more surprised.
The knight did not dismount after stopping his horse, but coldly glanced at the officials present, and all the people who were swept by his gaze felt a coldness on their bodies, and they couldn't help but have a feeling of wanting to retreat, and many people couldn't help but have four words in their hearts: "The division of tigers and wolves!" ”
The knight leader glanced around, then locked his eyes on Xia Junze, who was standing at the front, and after looking at him twice, he asked out loud: "Dare to ask, but Lord Shoufu Xia?" ”
Xia Junze clenched his fists and nodded: "It's the old man, I don't know what the general is called, what is the matter?" ”
The leader jumped off his horse with a light leg, walked up to Xia Junze, hugged his fists and said loudly: "Zhao Feng, the commander of the cavalry of the former army of His Royal Highness the King of Qin, sent a message to Lord Shoufu in the name of His Royal Highness the King of Qin, and asked Lord Shoufu to take a step to speak. ”
Xia Junze was stunned for a moment, then nodded and took Zhao Feng to walk a few steps to the uninhabited place next to him. After the two whispered a few words, Zhao Feng hugged his fists and then got back on the horse, and in an instant a hundred iron horsemen roared back.
Xia Junze walked back to the center of the crowd, walked to the front of the stone pavilion, and said loudly: "His Royal Highness King Qin has something to delay, and he can't enter the city today, so let's all go back." ”
Everyone was disappointed when they heard this, but they suddenly felt a sense of relief.
Even if someone was dissatisfied in their hearts and wanted to complain a few words, they hurriedly closed their mouths when they thought of the majesty of the hundred or so horses just now.
Of course, there are exceptions, such as Liu Yao, the prince of Wei who is not stingy, is one, I heard that I waited all morning in vain, so I pulled the official hat on my head to my hand, and scolded and said: "I really take myself as a master, what is bigger than the emperor's shelf......"
The guy scolded in his mouth and fanned himself with his official hat, and walked towards the carriage of the Duke of Wei's mansion that was parked not far away.