At this time, it was already early hours, and the sun in the sky was slowly moving westward. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoToday is a rare sunny day in winter, and the cold north wind seems to be softened by the sun.

The huge and majestic figure of Tongwan City, under the sunlight, left a dark and gloomy terrible shadow, covering a large snowfield.

As far as the eye can see, Tongwan City is like a lonely giant, standing alone in this vast snowy field, looking lonely and desolate. The eerie dark red city walls, like the bare muscles of this lonely giant, make people feel twisted and horrified at a glance.

As if sensing something in the dark, Fan Guoshi, who was in the convoy, suddenly turned his head and glanced in the direction of Tongwan City. This city is engraved with his most glorious and bloody achievements, and carries the most glorious moments of his life. Conquered most of the world of the Ping Zhou Dynasty, killed countless people, plundered a large number of women and men, and put them all into the city of Tongwan.

Then, relying on the leather whip and countless corpses, blood and tears, such a majestic city was built out of thin air. The screams of the kneeling slaves of Pingzhou who built the city when they were whipped, the desolate low cry when they were tortured and killed, and the sorrowful screams when they saw their companions being abandoned under the city are the best foil for Fan Guoshi's great career in life.

Fan Guoshi used this cruel way to complete his revenge on the Ping Zhou Dynasty. This is his revenge on the strict dark hierarchy of the officialdom of the Ping Zhou Dynasty; revenge on the lackeys of the Ping Zhou Dynasty who looked down on people, mercilessly ridiculed and insulted; revenge for the cold-blooded indifference and unsympathetic revenge of the ordinary people of the Ping Zhou Dynasty; Revenge on the snobbish and stingy relatives of the Ping Zhou Dynasty.

Once the success will be done, ten thousand bones will wither, and I will step on the world as dung.

At that time, Fan Guoshi was so high-spirited and high-spirited. Holding the invincible iron cavalry of the Tuliao Kingdom in his hand, he stepped on most of the conquered lands of the Ping Zhou Dynasty, and at his feet, countless corpses were piled up, and the blood of the red people around him had flowed like a river.

Persuade the monarch not to do things absolutely, and look up to the sky and not spare you.

The current Fan Guoshi is already in decline. Most of his skills have been abolished, and all the power in his hands has been taken away by his former partner Ashina Huo'er, and the eldest son is already a wasted person. In order to protect himself, he even had to temporarily retreat away from Tongwan City, and left this Tongwan City in a panic, which recorded all his glory and glory, and all his sins.

To the west of Tongwan City, five hundred miles to the west, six hundred miles, and seven hundred miles away. There was a stubborn and ruthless young man who would look up in the direction of Tongwan City from time to time.

Fan Guoshi slaughtered ruthlessly and ruthlessly, and finally succeeded in provoking another killer to be born. He is younger than Fan Guoshi, more cunning than Fan Guoshi, and more cruel than Fan Guoshi. He shouted all the way: "Blood for blood, tooth for tooth, life for life." Kill all the Tuliao people you encounter. Even those lackeys who took refuge in the Tuliao tribe were ruthlessly exterminated by them. ”

This young man is not strong, and his body is even a little thin. His skills are not high, and so far, he may not be able to defeat Fan Guoshi, who has broken one arm. But he has the most terrible will for revenge in the world, and a terrible army that is so strong that it has not tasted defeat so far.

Now, Fan Guoshi, who was sitting in the carriage, still shuddered from time to time when he thought of the terrifying killing intent that shrouded the young man riding a mule in the garrison regiment.

Fan Guoshi took a large group of cavalry and the emperor of the Tuliao State and slowly walked east.

His son, Fan Zhongju, with 50,000 Xuan Feng on horseback, was now marching to the west.

In a trance, Fan Zhongju suddenly raised his head, then turned his head to look east, and also looked in the direction of Tongwan City.

Barely reining in his mind, Fan Zhongju rode on his horse and continued to absentmindedly march with Xuanfeng Ride. He kept recalling the last few thrilling words his father had written on the note. Those few words actually foreshadowed a tragic ending, as well as the uncertain fate of his father and son in the future.

Raising his head and looking at the mighty 50,000 Xuan Feng riders around him, Fan Zhongju gritted his teeth and took back the order that came to his lips. At this moment, Fan Zhongju is really reluctant. Of course, he is not reluctant to choose these front riders, but he is reluctant to win a little power and fame that he has won after several hardships and at the risk of his life.

I think that at the beginning, Fan Zhongju was just a second ancestor who relied on his father's great reputation and waited for death every day. Although there were people holding him everywhere he went, Fan Zhongju knew that it was just to see the face of his father Fan Guoshi. Fan Zhongju didn't care either, he still eats, drinks and has fun every day, spends his days in luxury in the wine pond and meat forest, and lives a very happy life.

It's a pity that the good times didn't last long, and Fan Guoshi took his eldest son Fan Jipin to fight against the Dingbei Garrison Regiment. On the battle array, the eldest brother was cut into a waste by Deputy Commander Li. His father, Fan Guoshi, was also torn off an arm by the fierce tiger general of the garrison regiment.

Since his father Fan Guoshi was severely injured and his combat power was greatly reduced, his family's status in the Tuliao State can be said to have plummeted. If it weren't for the fact that Emperor Taizu had been thinking about the friendship between monarchs and ministers for many years, he intended to support Fan Guoshi...... Fan Jipin couldn't dare to continue thinking about it.

Without his father and brother to shelter him from the wind and rain above his head, Fan Zhongju, who was extremely arrogant in calling friends in the past, immediately became a bare pole, and no nobles of the Ashina clan were willing to mess around with him. Although Fan Zhongju is gentle, he is not stupid, and soon he became honest, drinking flower wine is to go alone, and no longer take the initiative to greet his former wine and meat friends.

But Fan Zhongju, who had no one to play with, didn't take long to find out that he was alone, and no matter how strong the wine was, it was tasteless after the entrance. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she is also interested and weak.

Once, Fan Zhongju happened to pass by the courtyard of the eldest brother and saw the eldest brother sitting at the stone table in the courtyard, describing Xiao Suo, and he was shocked.

After being lonely for a while, Fan Zhongju suddenly became energetic, and changed his previous demeanor, which was simply impressive.

His father, Fan Guoshi, was also quite happy to see his youngest son suddenly repent, and used the little power he had left to win him a chance to go into battle. The Tuliao State attaches great importance to military merits, and without military merits in hand, it will be difficult to gain a foothold.

Fan Zhongju seized the opportunity by himself, and his performance in the battle formation was remarkable, and in the end, he even mixed up a little head.

Fan Zhongju recalled his experience over the years, thought of the glory of commanding tens of thousands of troops a while ago, and remembered the pride he felt when he was praised by the nobles of Ashina.

"I really can't bear that taste...... Fan Zhongju really can't give up this feeling of commanding thousands of troops and horses, raising his hand and giving an order, thousands of people and horses will die for you.

Originally, when Fan Zhongju was a gentleman, he thought that eating, drinking, and having fun every day, holding the warm fragrant nephrite jade and drinking and feasting all night was the happiest in the world. But I don't want to, it turns out that the taste of power in hand is a hundred times better than eating, drinking, and having fun.

Now, looking at the tens of thousands of Xuan Feng riders who will be buried by his own hands in a few days, thinking that he will personally send this power, Fan Zhongju is simply scratching his heart with a hundred claws, and he is extremely tormented.

The word "willing" is simple to say, but it is the most difficult in the world. Especially after tasting the wonderful taste of power, no one is willing to let go. However, up to now, the more difficult it is to give up, the more tormented Fan Zhongju's heart becomes, it is like a knife.

The wonderful taste that power once gave Fan Zhongju to enjoy, at this moment, he had to get it back with a hundred times the interest. How happy Fan Zhongju was when he enjoyed power, how painful his heart was at the moment. No, even tenfold, hundredfold, thousandfold more.

Power, after all, is a poison. Fan Zhongju, who has tasted the sweetness, has begun to repay his debts at this moment.

Although Fan Zhongju was reluctant and nostalgic, he knew that if he didn't do this, what was waiting for him would inevitably be an even more miserable ending. At that point, he won't even have a choice. But Fan Zhongju just hesitated and refused to make a final decision, and rode on the horse in a daze and continued to move forward with the selection of the front.

Looking back, Xuanfeng had already set off for three days, and it was more than 100 miles away from Tongwan City. Fan Zhong raised his hand, and after a while, the army stopped, and the military order was passed down to build a camp, and he rested here today.

Then, Fan Zhongju personally took more than 2,000 selected front cavalry to start patrolling, looking at this posture, as if the great enemy Dingbei garrison was in front of him.

It seems that Fan Zhongju did not intend to follow the orders of the great general Ashina Huo'er, rush all the way to the front of the Dingbei garrison, pounce on it, and fight a defeated battle. He was building a makeshift camp in a decent manner to allow the army to rest at night.

The nearby Tuliao scouts reported the movement of the Selective Frontier Rider to Ashina Huo'er that night. Hearing this, Ashina Huo said a series of orders to a herald cavalryman, to the effect that he urged Fan Zhongju not to delay and move forward quickly.

But early the next morning, when the heralds rushed to Fan Zhongju's camp to give the order, they found that the camp was already empty.

The herald had no choice but to continue to catch up, hoping that he would be able to catch up.

After chasing out for half an hour, he finally caught up with the Fengfeng ride led by Fan Zhongju.

After receiving the order, Fan Zhongju said to the herald cavalry: "Please tell the Great Tartar that the last general will build a camp, but for the sake of safety." I didn't dare to delay the order of the Great Tartar general. ”

After receiving the words brought back by the herald cavalry, Ashina Huo'er also praised with appreciation: "If you have the style of your father, you should give priority to stability in marching and fighting, and strive to be undefeated." ”

Fan Zhongju continued to move forward with the Xuanfeng Cavalry all the way, and every hundred miles or so on the road, that is, a simple camp had to be built every two days. Looking at his appearance, it seems that he plans to fight with the Dingbei Garrison Regiment step by step.

Ashina Huo'er, who sent scouts to follow him all the way, heard the news coming back, and kept praising Fan Zhongju in his heart, thinking that Fan Zhongju knew the art of war and had a good plan to march and arrange.

Seven days later, Fan Zhongju, who was very planned, entered the reconnaissance range of the garrison regiment with 50,000 selected forward horses.

Not long after the selection of the front rider entered the warning range, Li Deyi learned the news. Now the fourth ice fort of the garrison has just been completed, and the construction of the fifth ice fort has not yet begun. The main army of the garrison regiment was still in the rear and had not moved.

"Tongwancheng reacted fast enough, and it actually came so early." Li De smacked his teeth and moved his frozen fingers. The Hummer has always refused to bring a halter, and Li Deyi has no reins to pull. Now, it's a plus, and his fingers don't freeze to the size of a turnip.

Not long ago, his senior brother had just calculated that when he broke through to Tongwan City for 500 miles, there would be a battle. Unexpectedly, the main force of the garrison regiment had not arrived, and the reconnaissance cavalry had just reconnoitred, and the cavalry in Tongwan City had already been killed.

Xuanfeng cavalry is the vanguard of the Tuliao cavalry, and Li Deyi has fought with it many times, so he knows this very well. After the selection of the front cavalry, it will not be long before the main force of the Tuliao cavalry will come to make trouble.

Li De glanced at the beads and sent someone to inform Wang Meng quickly. Your old rival, the Selector Rider is coming to the door again.

When Wang Meng got the news, he immediately went to ask Commander Liu for battle. The Yiren cavalry has not had any serious combat missions for a while recently, and their morale has also declined a little as a result. Wang Meng is counting on this battle to boost his morale and prepare for the big war in the future.

Wang Meng is worthy of being a masterpiece, and after a careful analysis of the situation, he came to the same conclusion as Captain Liu. Wang Meng felt that before the big battle, he should first find a suitable opponent to fight a battle to boost the morale of the Xia Yi cavalry.

These 50,000 selected front cavalry are moderately soft and hard, sweet and sour for the Yiren cavalry, and it is a satisfying dish with good nutrition and taste.

After getting the permission of Regiment Commander Liu, Wang Meng immediately ordered his troops and horses and killed them in front. His task of guarding the grain road in the rear was temporarily handed over to Li Wudi.

Li Wudi was obviously very dissatisfied with this arrangement, and he wanted to fight hard. Li Wudi found Li Deyi and said, "Trouble! ”

Li Deyi was familiar with Li Wuyi's temperament, although he only heard two words, he also knew very well what Li Wudi was talking about, and said, "What are you anxious about?" Wait patiently, what is there to kill these pickers and riders. It won't be long before the elite cavalry in Tongwan City will come out to find trouble with us, and I'm afraid that you will be soft when the time comes. ”

Li Wushu went to patrol honestly.

Sending Li Wushu away, Li Deyi went to inspect the vicinity of the fifth ice castle under construction as usual, as if he didn't care about the tens of thousands of Xuan Feng riders who were close at hand.

There really doesn't need to care, with Wang Meng's ability, it is more than enough to command the Yiren cavalry to deal with these selected front horses.

Wang Meng took the Yiren cavalry and came to the village in front of the Xuanfeng cavalry in a hurry. On the same day, Wang Meng did not take the initiative to provoke, blindly insisted on it, and overhauled the camp.

Fan Zhongju has followed his father to learn the art of war for so long, so naturally it is not in vain. After launching several tentative small-scale attacks, and discovering that the cavalry of the garrison regiment on the opposite side had already prepared, Fan Zhongju also suspended the offensive and began to build a camp.

That night, Wang Meng did not hesitate to send cavalry to attack the Xuanfeng cavalry camp at night. And Fan Zhongju is obviously also prepared, vacating half of the battalion, just waiting for the ambush.

Fortunately, the Yiren cavalry had already prepared, and rushed into the Xuanfeng cavalry camp to see that they did not encounter resistance, and immediately turned around and retreated. In the dark night, both sides could not see the troops clearly, Fan Zhongju heard the noise of the front camp, and immediately beat the drum, so that the ambush soldiers were killed with one drum.

Wang Meng heard the loud drums in the Xuanfeng cavalry camp, smiled lightly at the corner of his mouth, and immediately issued a military order.

On the side of the Yiren cavalry, the drums were also loud, and the five hundred Yiren cavalry who robbed the camp heard the drums of their own special rhythm, and immediately turned over and rushed out to kill. At the same time, the thousands of Yi cavalry that had been waiting outside for a long time rushed in. Under the cooperation of the inside and the outside, he actually beat Fan Zhongju's selection of the front rider to a lot of losses.

Fortunately, Fan Zhongju arrived in time with a large army to stop the defeat. Seeing this, Wang Meng also immediately withdrew his troops.

The next day, the losses were counted, and the selection of the front riders lost more than 2,000 yuan, and they suffered a lot of losses. The Yiren cavalry suffered only more than 500 casualties.

The next day's fighting, the two sides went back and forth, and the fight was not lively. Since Wang Meng did not go into battle in person, the Yiren cavalry lacked the sharpest blade and had not been able to cut through the formation of the selected front cavalry. After this day, the two sides were evenly divided, and it was difficult to distinguish between the top and the bottom.

On the third day, not long after the battle, Wang Meng suddenly appeared behind the Xuanfeng cavalry camp with 3,000 personally selected Jianruiyi cavalry.

"Kill!" Wang Meng personally launched a charge, disrupting the forward cavalry formation from the rear in one fell swoop. The Yiren cavalry in front also moved forward bravely, and under the attack from both sides, they were defeated and selected as the front cavalry.

Soon after, Li Deyi and his senior brother received good news, and the Yiren cavalry defeated the Fengcai, beheaded more than 5,000 people, and trampled countless people to death. But it's a pity that he couldn't catch the main general of the front rider.

In a temporary camp in the distance, Fan Zhongju took 3,000 henchmen to choose a forward horse, drove all the cattle and sheep left in this camp before the war, reluctantly looked at the burning camp hundreds of miles away for the last time, and turned around and left.