The discussion beside Ji Lie stopped abruptly.

In Anguo, there is only one person who can make the noisy scholars suddenly quiet down, and that is the king of Anguo.

When the four eyes met, Ji Lie's heart seemed to be pierced with a needle, and the spasmodic stinging pain gradually spread throughout his body, but he did not dodge, and the smile on his face became even brighter.

Seeing this expected stupid smile, An Jun's brows furrowed, his eyes half-narrowed, and then slowly turned his head.

Although they were far away, Ji Lie seemed to hear the cold humming and fleeting sighs of his father, the king of Anguo.

Is it guilt?

Of course Ji Lie wouldn't think so, how could a person who could throw his own son out for eight years and ignore it have so-called family affection and guilt?

So why did he sigh?

Because a fool has lost the face of the king of a country?

But a fool is a fool after all, how can there be a fool who is not ashamed?

Ji Lie released the fist in his sleeve, pressed it on his knee, leaned forward slightly, if you look closely, you will find that his left cheek is a little strange, slightly wrinkled, it is because he is secretly clenching his teeth.

At this time, there was another look.

It's the fool of Yan Kingdom.

Yanhou Eighteen looked at Ji Lie fixedly, his eyes were a little strange, as if he was looking at an injured bird, both concerned and sad.

Ji Lie was stunned for a moment, and then smiled at him.

The fool of Yan Kingdom also smiled.

At this moment, the two fools sympathized with each other. Taoists often say that the world of fools is understood only by fools.

The normal world was running, and the martial rites began.

"Spring, spring spring......"

Eight trumpeters carried four trumpets to the center of the square, sounding the primitive, desolate sound of the trumpet.

The sun shone down on the trumpeters, their arms bare, revealing their bronzed skin. The eight-foot-long bronze horn, which takes two people to blow, glows with a black and red sheen, imbuing this ancient tradition with sacredness and solemnity.

At this time, the old witch of the rotten wood glowed with vitality, wearing a strange robe, wearing a peacock feather crown, and dancing with his teeth and claws for a while that only he could comprehend, and then announced in a deep voice that the martial rites had been approved by the great god of Haotian and would be blessed by the gods.

"Chariots, chariots!"

Amid the cheers of the Angolens, a chariot slowly drove out from the right side of the square, with three samurai wearing red armor on the cart, and the four war horses pulling the cart were also red husballs.

"Chariot, Suzaku Chariot!!"

Mide ran along the square in his chariot, followed by thirty-two sword and shield men on foot, the sound of rolling wheels mingled with the sound of heavy footsteps and the blood of the Angols.

An Jun stood up and looked at the chariot that soared like a red bird, and a smile finally appeared on the benevolent monarch's face.

"Shizi, Shizi!"

In less than a moment, the Anguo people began to shout out for their son, the heroic and warlike Ji Yun, the next Anguo monarch.

At this moment, no one remembered that they also had a stupid marquis, the son of Song Ji, who brought war horses and prosperity to Anguo.

Ji Yun didn't let people wait for a long time, he bowed to An Jun, raised the mustache on his lips, and said with a smile: "Father, the Yan envoy has come from thousands of miles away, in order to show respect, the son is willing to be the chariot of the imperial envoy of the father, and welcome the arrival of friends." ”

The chariot master is the supreme glory of the noble samurai, and it is even more glorious to go out for the monarch's imperial horse, but An Jun is not skilled in bow and horse, so he naturally will not personally go down to fight against the Yan warrior, even if it is just a symbolic martial salute.

So, An Jun took the festival handed over by the old witch official, handed over the token representing the king of a country to Ji Yun, and said in a deep voice: "The state of etiquette, you should abide by etiquette and etiquette, and guard against arrogance and dryness." ”

"Yes, Father."

Ji Yun held the knots made of yak hair and feathers in both hands, put on the heavy armor with the help of three guards, held the knots high, and walked to the chariot phalanx in the middle of the square.

The war horses neighed darkly, and the battle array was solemn.

When Ji Yun, the prince of the world, respectfully inserted Jie Yang on the left side of the car and stood on the left side of the chariot, the sea of people instantly surged, and there were waves of cheers.

"The Son, the Son......"

"Shizi, Shizi Shenwu!"

The Anguo people raised their hands in admiration and praise, in their hearts, at this moment, under the hot sun, the prince in gorgeous armor is simply the incarnation of the god of war, even compared with the invincible Yan of the Yan Kingdom.

The fool of Yan Kingdom sat in the midst of this earth-shattering shout, slightly uneasy, and asked the Yan envoy beside him softly: "Teacher, is this Ji Yun Shizi really as powerful as his uncle?" ”

Ji Yun once traveled to study Yandi, but worshiped Yan as an evil teacher.

Yan Envoy's face was solemn, but the corners of his mouth curved into a slight and disdainful arc, and in a voice that only the eighteenth son of Yan Hou could hear, he said: "Don't be surprised, Hou Zi, it's just a façade." After a pause, he sneered again: "A student is a student, and if you want to beat a teacher, you must not only be diligent, but also have a natural posture." Anguo has been weak for a long time, Anguo people, blood is not in the bones, now it seems to be a tide, but it is difficult to last, if there is a setback, it will inevitably be defeated. ”

"Thank you, teacher."

Yanhou's eighteen sons seemed to understand whether they understood or not, but a glimmer of light flashed in their eyes.

At this time, from the left side of the square, the chariot of the Yan Kingdom drove out, and the royal hand drove the black chariot, leading the foot sword and shield hand to the stage, and bowed his head to An Jun on the high platform, facing the eighteen sons of Yan Hou.

Silent and silent.

From beginning to end, there were no cheers, no wheels rolling, only the sound of uniform footsteps, the clashing of armor, and the dull sound of breathing like iron.

The charioteer is the son of the Yan envoy, standing on the chariot like a black log, silently looking at the eighteen sons of the Yan Hou, waiting for an order.

The eighteenth son of Yanhou, surnamed Yan, is eighteen.

According to the ancient rites of Zhongzhou, the name is taken by the company. The merchant who named Yan Eighteen didn't know what he thought, and he actually took such a name. You need to know that since ancient times, nine has been honored, six has been precious, and eighteen times is more than nine, what will it be?

Perhaps, the extreme of dignity is stupid.

Yan Eighteen has eyes as clean as a newborn baby, but he also has the timidity and cowardice of a newborn baby, so in the brave and warlike Yan country, Yan Eighteen became a fool.

At this moment, under the watchful eyes of everyone, Yan Shibai was really timid, his pupils were trembling slightly, and his lips were trembling slightly, and he actually forgot to give an order to the samurai on the chariot.

Yan Envoy frowned, secretly pulled Yan Eighteen's sleeve, and called softly: "Hou Zi, Hou Zi, Yan people are not afraid ......"

"Hmm."

"Yan people are fearless!"

As soon as he heard the words "Yan people are fearless", Yan Eighteen seemed to have received the blessing of the great god Haotian, his expression suddenly froze, wiped the sweat on his forehead with his sleeve, pressed his knees, trembled, firm, and slowly stood up, but he did not give an order to the warrior, but hugged An Jun deeply: "An Hou treats me with courtesy, and I should return with courtesy." Yan Eighteen is willing to gallop under Haotian with the prince of An Guo. ”

"Hou Zi can't!" Yan was shocked.

An Jun's expression was also stunned, and he was about to use his excuse to procrastinate, since the martial arts between the states were showing their respective strength, there would be unpredictable dangers, if Yan Hou's son had an accident in Anguo, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Who knows, An Jun has not yet come up with a reasonable excuse, Yan Eighteen has pushed away the Yan envoy without saying anything, resolutely stepped off the high platform, came to the chariot, looked at the stunned warriors on the chariot, and smiled.

"Hou Zi, Hou Zi ......"

The son of the Yan envoy was frightened, and the samurai were also terrified.

"Yan people are fearless."

Yan Eighteen muttered these four words, climbed into the chariot, stood behind the archer and halberders, and said, "I can't drive, and I can't bow halberds. As he spoke, he looked at the Anguo chariot opposite, and said: "I have no moderation, but since I am standing here, I will be fearless, and I will fight side by side with you until victory!" ”

"No!"

Yan people are brave and brave, and they stop at the tongue. In the face of the noble and delicate Hou Zi who was willing to fight side by side with them, they didn't say a word, but just shouted such a word from the depths of their hearts, but it was such a short and powerful 'promise' word, but it completely calmed the audience.

There was a dead silence.

Everyone was looking at Yan Eighteen on the chariot, and Ji Lie was no exception.

At this moment, Ji Lie's heart was beating extremely fast, and the hand on his knee was subconsciously pulled into a fist, and a strong thought filled his heart: Yan Eighteen, he is definitely not a timid fool.

And Yan Shiba, who was in front of everyone, felt as if he was in the middle of the sea of fire, or walking barefoot on an iceberg, extremely uncomfortable up and down, although he held his chest high and his head high, his eyes were wandering around, and he inadvertently met Ji Lie's gaze.

At this moment, looking at this stupid Anguo fool, inexplicably, Yan Shiba's heart was relieved, so he smiled at Ji Liewei.

Suddenly, Ji Lie's smirk condensed on his face, and he couldn't help but think: 'Is this fool of Yan Kingdom laughing at me for being more stupid than him?' ’

"Spring, spring spring......"

The majestic trumpet sounded again.

……

Car battles pay attention to formations, and there are various formations, such as: Fengyao, Geese, Yuli, Long Snake and so on. If there is a chariot battle between major powers, and there are thousands of chariots participating in the battle, then the battle array will be more complicated.

Just imagine, when the phalanx of chariots in formation rushed and crashed through the crowd, it would be a flood of mourning and a river of blood.

The chariot is the blade of war, but also a symbol of national strength, but it is also a luxury consumable, so the princes have only one purpose of conquest, that is, to destroy each other's chariots, obliterate each other's will to fight, and seize each other's fiefs and subjects.

However, today's chariot battle between Yan and Anguo is not to compete for fiefs and subjects, but only to show their respective national strength, and only one chariot sequence is produced.

Ji Yun, the prince of Anguo, pulled down the visor on his helmet, and led the chariot to form a sharp formation with the foot sword and shield hand equipped with it, with the chariot in front and the sword and shield hand behind, as if the sword was out of its sheath.

Yan Guo is a wild goose marching array, and thirty-two sword and shield men on foot are distributed on both wings of the chariot, stretching out diagonally, just like a scabbard.

If the sword is sharp enough, it can be unsheathed, and if the sheath is strong enough, it can also be forbidden from the box.

The battle formations of the two sides slowly pressed on.

The confrontation between iron and blood, as soon as it touches the hair.

Approaching, the neighing of the war horse and the heavy footsteps were intertwined, and the sound of the collision of armor and sword and shield came and went, hitting the heart one after another, making people tremble and tremble.

Seeing this scene, Ji Lie couldn't help but put his fist against his thigh, leaning forward slightly, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

"Fourth brother, who do you think will win?"

At this moment, a voice rang out.