It's dawn.

In the valley, a mist lingers.

Outside Changping was a mess, and the rebel camp burned overnight before dawn. The entire camp was reduced to ashes, and there was still curling green smoke in many places. The air was filled with the smell of fireworks, accompanied by a thick smell of blood and the stench of burnt human flesh. Those ownerless war horses who fled from the fire wandered in the ruins, letting out a mournful and mournful roar, which also added a touch of sadness to this quiet morning.

More than half of the 2,000 people were hiding in the sea of fire.

The rest escaped from the fire and were intercepted by Guan Hu and others.

Although the number of the people is large, they can not wake up from a hangover, and secondly, they are panicked, and they have lost the war horses that they are proud of on weekdays, and their combat effectiveness can be imagined. Guan Hu and the others did not engage with the other party in close combat, but kept shooting with bows and arrows.

Later, Gai Laojun and others arrived with reinforcements, which also made the people of the Yan no longer have the strength to resist.

After the night, there were about a hundred people who fled, and the rest were either killed or taken prisoner.

It's late autumn and the temperature is very low.

Those people have no horses, no food, and obvious service, so they are easy to catch and will be wiped out sooner or later.

However, Gai Laojun and others were not easy.

They waited anxiously at the gate of the city, until it was almost dawn when a war horse galloped from afar.

The horse, looking exhausted, sweating profusely and steaming with mist.

On horseback, Yang Chenglie's expression was gloomy.

He came to the gate of the city, turned over and dismounted, and his legs were weak. Nearly fell to the ground.

Gai Laojun hurriedly stepped forward to help. He wouldn't fall to the ground. Someone brought a bag of wine. Yang Chenglie took it without saying a word, and after pulling out the stopper, he drank wildly at the spout, and then threw the wine bag on the ground.

The wine in the wine bag was spilled all over the ground.

"Propaganda ......"

"Don't say it, just be me Yang Chenglie, I don't have this son."

Yang Chenglie gritted his teeth and said in a low voice.

But anyone can see it. Although Yang Chengyeol said ruthlessly in his mouth, his eyes still betrayed his emotions.

"Didn't catch up?"

"Hmm!"

Yang Chengyeol closed his eyes and calmed his emotions.

He immediately looked depressed, and said softly: "Zishan, Lao Jun, please leave the matter here to you...... I'm in a mess right now, and I'm going to go back and be quiet. ”

After Yang Chenglie finished speaking, no one paid attention to it, and led the horse into the city.

Gai Laojun stopped Lu Ang, sighed and said, "Zishan, let him be alone for a while at this time." He's in this condition. It is indeed not suitable to preside over the overall situation anymore. If I were replaced, I would be even more embarrassed than him! ”

He paused. Suddenly laughed again.

"But Yang Zizi's kid is really kind."

Lu Ang was stunned, and couldn't help but nodded.

"yes, I didn't expect this kid to be so bold...... Even if they add a Jeddah, the two of them dare to pursue Murong Xuanwei? Zishan, I have a hunch that if I don't get it, Murong Xuanwei will be unlucky. ”

"Oh?"

Lu Ang looked at Gai Laojun in surprise, and after making sure that he was not sarcastic, he couldn't help but say, "Laojun, are you joking?"

If Murong Xuanwei is easy to deal with, he will not be a spirit fox!

The guy was very cautious, or rather timid. At the slightest hint of trouble, he becomes very careful. Previously, when Li Qianzhong was in turmoil, he evaded ambushes several times with his caution, and then took the initiative and won a complete victory.

Yang Jizi may be strong in martial arts, and he can be called a leader among his peers.

But if you face Murong Xuanwei...... Hehe, I'm really not optimistic. Young people, after all, are too impulsive. ”

"How about we bet?"

"Huh?"

"If I lose and Yang Zizi can't come back, I will be your Lu family's slave."

Lu Ang was stunned for a moment, and then said with a smile: "Okay, if you win, I will promise you one thing." ”

"A gentleman's word."

"It's hard to chase a horse."

Gai Laojun laughed, patted Lu Ang's arm and said, "Zishan, I won this time." ”

With that, he turned and walked towards the city. Lu Ang stood at the gate of the city, looking at the back of the old army, and it took him a long time to react.

What Gai Laojun said was that Yang Shouwen couldn't come back, so he lost; Conversely, as long as Yang Shouwen can come back alive, even if he wins. It can be seen that Gai Laojun is not very optimistic that Yang Shouwen will be able to assassinate Murong Xuanwei. However, with his skills, coupled with Jeddah's assistance, it is not impossible to break out of the chaos...... This old guy is scheming against me!

Lu Ang couldn't help but curse, but then laughed again.

In his heart, why didn't he want Yang Shouwen to come back alive?

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On the 10th day of September in the first year of the Holy Calendar, the situation of the battle suddenly changed dramatically.

The Turkic army was under the city of Zhaozhou, and Sima Tang of Zhaozhou intended to open the city and surrender, but he didn't want to be seen by Zhaozhou's assassin Shi Gaorui.

He secretly mobilized Chen Lingying's headquarters and ambushed him at the city gate.

That night, when Tang Panruo was about to open the city gate, Gao Rui suddenly appeared, which caught Tang Banruo off guard.

However, Tang Panruo did not give up, and ordered his retainers to storm the city gate and try to open it.

How do you know that at the gate of the city, a killing god jumped out, holding a pair of iron mallets, one husband was the pass, and ten thousand people were not opened, and Tang Panruo's men were repelled alive. At the same time, Chen Lingying led his troops to kill, and Tang Panruo was defeated. After seeing that the general trend had gone, Tang Panruo had no choice but to draw his sword and kill himself. Before he died, he said to Gao Rui: Thousands of calculations, if it is really a last resort. ”

On the same day, Wu Zetian finally made up his mind in Luoyang.

She issued an edict and established Li Xian, the king of Luling, as the crown prince and entered the East Palace.

Subsequently, Wu Zetian worshiped Li Xian as the generalissimo of Hebei Province, and Di Renjie as the deputy marshal. Of course, it is impossible for Li Xian to go to Hebei in person to preside over the overall situation, so as to do so. Naturally, Di Renjie is in charge of Yecheng. And recruit troops.

Previously. Wu Zetian recruited soldiers many times, but there were not many responders.

This time, after making Li Xian the crown prince, he came forward to recruit troops in the name of Li Xian, and for a while, he was like a cloud.

Di Renjie was also very happy when he learned that Zhaozhou was not lost, and hurriedly mobilized troops and horses from all walks of life to go to Zhaozhou to help Gao Rui.

When the Turks learned about it, they immediately abandoned Zhaozhou and went north.

But before leaving. Mo Si ordered the people they had coerced from Dingzhou, nearly 10,000 people, to be killed under the city of Zhaozhou.

Subsequently, the Turks tried to retreat from Wuhuiling to Saiwai, but did not want to be ambushed by Zhang Rengan's troops.

In this battle, although Mo Si finally succeeded in withdrawing, it cost thousands of Turkic lives, and also suffered heavy losses.

After blocking the Turks, Zhang Rengan immediately returned to Jixian County.

What awaits him is exciting news, which also makes Zhang Renjian feel good. become extraordinarily pleasurable......

For a time, the good news was frequent.

Luoyang swept away the dark clouds that had shrouded the Shendu for two months.

After Wu Zetian heard the good news. was also extremely happy, and even sent someone to reward the crown prince Li Xian, which made Li Xian breathe a sigh of relief.

Everything seems to be beautiful.

People seem to have forgotten Changping in the corner at this moment.

Unconsciously, in winter, a first snow came at night, and overnight, Changping was dyed white, like a blanket of silver.

In the county, the hustle and bustle of the past has resumed.

Li Shi, the county Cheng temporarily led the government affairs, and he was in high spirits for a while.

And Yang Chenglie stood alone on the city gate tower. He looked a little stiff and didn't seem to be in good spirits.

On his body, he wore a thick cotton robe and a winter hat.

He stood on the gatehouse, holding on to the female wall, and looked out.

This is not the first day that Yang Chenglie has been like this, since the retreat of the rebels, he will be like this every day, climbing the city tower alone, standing there alone, standing there all day.

Wind and snow, fluttering.

There was a sound of footsteps behind him, but Yang Chenglie did not turn around.

"Father, my mother asked me to bring you food."

The sound of a lively call woke Yang Chenglie from his contemplation. He looked down and saw that the young slave was struggling to carry a food box, his face was flushed, and there were beads of sweat on his forehead. Behind her, four round, chubby puppies chased and frolicked around the city, looking very happy. At the bend of the gallop, Gai Jiayun was sneaking to this side.

"Qingnu, how can you come here alone on such a cold day?"

"The third brother came with me...... A-Niang said that my father was very hard and had to eat a full stomach, so I asked the slaves to bring the food, and I asked me to supervise my father to finish eating. ”

As he spoke, Yang Qingnu opened the food box.

There were two dishes, two cakes, and a pot of wine.

Yang Chenglie hurriedly asked people to help and put the food box on the table. He picked up the flask and opened it, and the smell of wine hit his face......

"What is this?"

"Hehe, it's a wine made by A-Niang, and it is said to be made according to the recipe left by the eldest brother."

Yang Chenglie twitched for no reason, glanced at the wine jug, hesitated for a moment, reached out to pick up the wine jug, and took a sip.

That's the taste!

He turned around and couldn't help but tiptoe up to look out of the city.

Son, the wine you made, your aunt has already brewed it, and she said that she would start promoting it when you came back.

Suddenly, my eyes were a little sour, and the corners of my eyes became a little moist.

"Father, you should eat quickly."

Yang Qingnu's delicate voice echoed in Yang Chenglie's ears.

He hurriedly turned around, wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, then lowered his head and rubbed Yang Qingnu's little head melon seeds.

"Father, when will the eldest brother come back, the slave misses him, and Wukong misses him too...... When the slave went out just now, she saw Aunt Yang crying. Everyone thinks about the eldest brother, why doesn't the eldest brother come back? ”

One sentence hit the softest place in Yang Chenglie's heart.

He sniffled, squatted down, patted Yang Qingnu's arm gently, and said softly: "The eldest brother also wants to be a slave, but his business hasn't been done yet, so he hasn't come back." When he is done, he will come back to play with the slaves. ”

"Well, then I'll wait for the eldest brother."

Yang Chenglie raised his head and drank the pot of spirits cleanly.

It was very rushed, making him cough violently. He stumbled a little under his feet, and came to stand by the female wall: "Son, when will you return?"

The wind, rolling snowflakes, flutters all over the sky......

[End of Volume 1] (To be continued......)