This time he went south to win for the King of Jin, and the sons of Haoqiang enthusiastically followed, and also gathered thousands of knights to come out. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Now the Tiger Ben army has not returned, and those who remain in Yandi are the original auxiliary army and the military horses dominated by Yandi Haoqiang, especially this sentinel who is mostly under the command of Yandi Haoqiang.

At this moment, the person camping in the mountains south of Yanshan is a child of the dock wall, the person who leads the team, and the nephew of the lord of the dock wall.

Although he is a strong and close relative, but in Yandi to make a living, the leader of this team called Wu Kefeng, there is no such pampered attitude, but at a young age he is full of wind and frost, long hands and feet, powerful and powerful, and his body is scarred, at first glance, he looks like he has walked a long way and fought hard, several knights under his command and he have no condescension and humility, but he keeps turning out the big Song tea cakes from his small bags that he regards as treasures, as well as salt cheese, unceremoniously adding to the tea soup, and a few people holding down his hands and feet, was so anxious that Wu Kefeng yelled.

Yandi Han family dock wall, when the Liao people are strong, naturally there will not be, it is nothing more than when the sky collapses, their relatives gather to protect themselves, everyone struggles desperately together, the dock wall is numerous, and it has only been a few years, the simple and healthy wind has not yet begun to decline, the enemy is coming, up to the lord of the dock wall, down to the homeless people who recruit to farm the land, all of them have to go into battle together, who can still hold a high shelf at this time?

Seeing that the treasure in his bag was spoiled by the children, Wu Kefeng got out of his pocket, and scolded: "Straight lady thief, is it easy for me to get this bit of food?" I took it all the way, and I was reluctant to use it, but you guys were good, and you made a mess of it! Today, I will let you go first, come back to the fort, and look for you one by one!"

The sons and daughters were just drooling around the tea soup, and the roe deer meat didn't care much, and someone laughed: "San Lang, which **** is thrown into the main army of Wucheng, don't you want as much food as you want from the Great Song Dynasty?" Why are you arguing with us about this? What a little family!"

Wu Kefeng snorted: "This time I went south, Da Lang Erlang took the lead, and I lost my way here to continue drinking the wind, and how much did you say?" It's also my bad luck, Bo Shi pours a fork on the left and a fork on the right, and a mixed pure is gone! This hand chop is also a thief's injustice!"

Speaking of Wu Kefeng's two lucky brothers, one is the own son of the lord of the dock wall, and the other is the uncle of the mother's family, these sentry detectives are all depressed, and Da Lang and Erlang each brought more than a dozen henchmen to follow the city lord of Wu Yu to the south, and when he left, he was proud, and it was said that he was going to fight for the throne of the king of Jin and make great contributions. After receiving the reward, I can't say that I can't get a big Song official body and marry a daughter-in-law of Bianliang who is like a flower and a bone. Before leaving. The boast is sky-high. Everyone was so envious that they salivated, and looking at the stinky hands of their own leader Wu Kefeng, everyone was disdainful.

The Liao State said that if it perishes, it will perish, and the Jurchen Tartars are too cruel. Yandi Han'er, none of them want to defect to them. But the Great Song Dynasty has been separated for more than 100 years, and emotionally it is really far away. And it is said that he also returned from Liaodi, and made a meritorious achievement, an army subdued Yandi, defeated the Jurchens, and killed Yelu Dashi and Yang Gan, Yang Yan, not only from Yandi, but also has been retaining people and horses to operate in Yandi, which has become the reliance of Yandi Hanmin. After Yang Yan settled on Yan, Yandi Hanmin privately called him Grandpa Yang and not his name.

It is said that the Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty had a testament to defeat Yanjing and use it as the king. Grandpa Yang also tried his best to collect the Yan land in the territory of the Great Song Dynasty as soon as possible and set up officials to protect it. But it was obstructed by those courtiers in the court who looked down on the northerners............

It is said that Grandpa Yang tried his best to maintain the Han'er of Yandi in the court, transported grain through trade, acted with great risks, and left troops in Yandi to kill the Jurchens............

It is said that Grandpa Yang was appreciated by the three kings of the Great Song Dynasty, and both of them had the ambition of running Yandi to defend the Jurchens, and they also had the ambition of expanding the land to the north and setting up the capital of Andong. The Emperor of the Great Song Dynasty was touched by the ambition of the two. The emperor wants to pass on the position of a saint to the three kings, and then reuse Grandpa Yang to achieve his great deeds............

It is said that the court and the central government did not accept the evil spirits, and the crown prince, who was afraid of losing the throne, initiated a rebellion. In the end, Grandpa Yang surrendered by one person and one horse, and the three kings of Taishang Shun Neizen, and Grandpa Yang became the king of Jin in one fell swoop. They want to Yongzhen Yandi and be the patron saint of their Yandi children!

It is said that Grandpa Yang even summoned the Yandi military horses to return to Bianliang, one to sweep away the remnants of the evil in the court. One is to train the people of Yandi as the military horses of the Great Song Dynasty, not only should they share the food and salary, but also have the fame and wealth in the future, and they will open up the Andong Capital in the future, and how much land will be distributed to the soldiers. These military horses who happily responded to the call to the south, even if they didn't have any big rewards, they could go to the legendary Bianliang for a while, and they could see Grandpa Yang in person, which was enough to brag in front of others for more than half a year!

These rumors in Yandi either happened spontaneously among the people, or someone secretly added fuel to the fire. has already rendered Yang Yan into a demigod-like legend in Yandi. Yandi Hanmin, everyone is proud of his service.

This time, Wu Kefeng Zhang Saburo was too bad to follow the southbound brigade, which really made him sad for a long time, and today a little treasured food was also coaxed by the children, and for a while he only felt that his family had reached the lowest point in his life.

Seeing Wu Kefeng's dejected appearance, after all, Wu Kefeng's mouth was soft today, and one by one he turned to persuade him.

"San Lang, don't be unlucky. Some people were called south by the king of Jin, and some people guarded their homes, right? The credit is average. Doesn't King Jin know?"

"That's right, the Danzhou army has walked cleanly, and now it has crossed the Yanshan sentry, that is, our edge dock forts. They eat wine in Bianliang, and we eat wind in the mountains! When it comes to merit, it can't be said to be thicker. ”

"San Lang, compared to the previous days, it is now considered heavenly. No matter what you eat, you can always mix a round belly. The Jurchen Tartars were also honest and did not dare to move on the other side of the mountain. Oh people, it's enough to know!"

Speaking of the Jurchen topic, Wu Kefeng's dejected demeanor was closed, and he shook his head and said, "I always feel that something is wrong."

He couldn't say what was wrong. After all, it's just a small sentry leader on the edge of the dock wall. I just subconsciously felt that in the past, if Danzhou was a strong soldier and a strong woman, the Jurchen Tartar would not dare to move lightly. Now the centaurs are so empty. The weather is getting better again. Even if the Jurchen Tartars don't make a big move, they will have to come to Koubian to plunder. Why did you cross the Yanshan outpost and probe it, but it was so unusually quiet?

Originally, he wanted to go deeper, but their docked wall military horses did not have more resources than the army under the original command of Wu Jue. The guard of this border sentinel has been greatly reduced compared to when Wu Jue was there. And Danzhou is empty, even if they go out and sentry, they are not sure. I was anxious to go back to my home. This time, I went on a trip, and when I arrived in Shanbei, I looked like everything was still as usual and turned around. But sitting by the campfire, looking at the shadows of the surrounding mountains, like monsters crouching in the dark, Wu Kefeng only felt a great fear in his heart.

Let's hope nothing happens......

Suddenly, Wu Kefeng jumped up with a low shout, and at this time, a few strong winds sounded in the night sky. As soon as Wu Kefeng turned around, a sharp light arrow had already flashed. And one of his sentries had already been shot in the chest. With a muffled snort, he fell into the fire!

Sparks splashed, and the tea soup toppled over. A few horses tethered to sheltered from the wind also neighed with their hooves raised!

There was another sharp sound of bowstrings, and more than a dozen feather arrows came quickly. Those who had just bounced up were hit by arrows one after another. Wu Kefeng rolled on the spot, and he had already touched the long knife that was placed aside, and when he was facing the sky on his back, he saw that countless figures had emerged from the darkness in the sheltered valley where they were located. Standing on a high place, with a bow and arrows, feathered arrows rained down, they poured down on their little sentry team!

After shooting a round of arrows, I heard a Jurchen shouting: "Don't let any of them go!"

Suddenly, countless figures surged down towards the valley. The firelight reflected their figures, all of them were sturdy and stout, hideous-looking, and Jurchen armor with a money rat tail on the back of their heads!

Wu Kefeng gritted his teeth, knowing that he was not lucky, he was ready to die here. A mid-arrow boy is about forty years old. The face is full of wind and frost. At this time, he felt the bow and arrow by the fire, and while straightening up and stretching the bow and arrow, he roared at Wu Kefeng: "San Lang, go quickly!" Go to inform the village, go to notify Danzhou, go to notify the King of Jin! The Jurchen Tartars are coming!"

Wu Kefeng finally reacted from the sudden attack, looked at the remnants of his sons, whether they were injured or not, they all touched the blade, roared and jumped up, and rushed towards the Jurchen Tartars who pounced. Those who fell to the ground with arrows just watched him, and everyone seemed to be roaring two words.

"Let's go!"

I don't know when, tears have already filled my eyes. Wu Kefeng roared, turned over, and pounced on the stake of the horse without looking back. There is a figure hidden in the darkness for a long time, and the Jurchen Tartars are the first to open the way and explore hard, naturally they are all elites who have fought old battles, how can they not know how to cut off the back road of this little centaur first?

They had long been quietly walking in the night, lurking on the left. Once you get your hands on it, you jump out. Come grab these dozen mounts. Zhengzheng Wu Kefeng rushed over, and the two long knives slashed over!

Wu Kefeng is twenty-six this year, a seven-foot man. Whether it is stepping down or arching horses, he is only stronger than those two brothers who went south. Otherwise, why would you lose for so long? It's not that I just hate my own ability, and I can't dedicate myself to the legendary King of Jin!

The wind is cold and the knife is strong, Wu Kefeng is casually wrapped around his head and brain, the blade is on the top and the back of the knife is down, and he is swept up obliquely from under his body. His long knife is also frequented, and it grows thick and heavy. Actually swing the two knives away in one move!

Then twist your wrist and slash diagonally with your backhand. The Jurchen Tartar in front of him also reacted quickly, and quickly lowered his body to avoid it. A knife grazed his helmet, and the sound of metal friction was loud, splashing a spark in the night!

With this knife counterattack, Wu Kefeng had already swept to the side, the valley was rocky, and there were trees and strange rocks everywhere. Say that you can't die at the hands of the Jurchen Tartars today!

At first, one of the two Jurchen Tartars was grazed with a knife over the iron helmet, and he was so dizzy that he couldn't move for a while. The other scolded a Jurchen sentence and was trying to catch up. Splitting the face is an arrow. But it was the forty men who first reminded Wu Kefeng to go quickly, and at this moment he had already been hit by four or five arrows on his body, and he was still trying his best to support his body and send arrows to help!

The Jurchen Tartar slashed and flew arrows, but he couldn't catch up with Wu Kefeng. As soon as he rolled, Wu Kefeng was already hiding in the darkness. I use both hands and feet, and I don't know where to crawl.

The forty-year-old man sent out the last arrow, but finally could not hold it anymore and fell in a pool of blood. I watched the Jurchen Tartars surround me. There were constant screams around, but it was the Jurchen Tartars who mended the knives to the fallen boys.

Seeing a stout Jurchen Tartar with a mouth full of yellow teeth walking with a sneering knife approaching, the man had no strength to scold, just watched him sneer and slowly stab into his chest. Feel the cold blade sink deeper and deeper into the flesh.

The man finally let out a long breath and muttered, "Dog Tartar."

Then he tilted his head and was no longer still.

Above the valley, a Jurchen general wearing the armor of a former Liao nobleman and wrapped in a cloak of woven flowers and gold threads just looked indifferently at everything in front of him.

Behind him, among the mountain roads of Yanshan, he didn't know how many Jurchen military horses were surging like wolves in the dark!

The golden drums are beating, and the army is like a cloud.

The people in Bianliang are full of streets and alleys, households on the street, incense cases, and how many cars and horses are scattered along the official road outside the Nanxun Gate. The roadside pavilion is occupied by the scribes of the negative sword and long shirt, and the wine and hot tea are placed in the night, waiting to see the royal driving and majesty of the emperor and Song Dynasty in the past hundred years.

As soon as the heavens came, the Son of Heaven rode out of the ban, accompanied by nearly 1,000 people who went out to fight, wearing armor and holding soldiers, all of whom rode on high-headed horses from Liaodong, guarding the Son of Heaven's royal car. This chariot is not the thing of the late Tang Dynasty that has been inherited in the forbidden period for more than 600 years, but the newly made chariot, thick and solemn, inlaid with copper nails, fluttering on the flag of the Son of Heaven, looking at it only makes people feel awe-inspiring.

In addition to the thousands of entourage, the retinue of the Son of Heaven is simple, that is, the eunuchs who also ride a car and ride a horse to follow the queue, and they also wear brocade robes, armor inside, and war skirts. He looked majestic and high-spirited, as if Qin Han, Li Xian, Tong Guan and other predecessors were possessed. The beam crown is also inlaid with pheasant feathers, which looks like a strong eunuch army.

This team, along with the dazzling banner of the Son of Heaven, passed through the city, stirring up bursts of tsunami-like shouts of long live. But Zhao Kai sat in the car, his expression was indifferent, except that he only felt afraid, he didn't feel that the Zhao family had enough weight in the eyes of the world.

After the class straight, there was a queue of hundreds of officials, a queue of nobles of the clan, and they silently obeyed each other in the back, and this grand ceremony that had not been encountered in a hundred years did not stir up much turmoil in the hearts of these courtiers. (To be continued.) )