If Jing Ke's assassination of Qin really succeeded, would he be able to unify the Six Kingdoms with heirs like the cowardice of Fusu and the mediocrity of Hu Hai? If the arrow in Liu Bang's chest was raised three inches higher when Chu and Han were fighting, how would history develop?

If Li Shimin had conquered Wang Shichong, he had not been the savior of Wei Chi Jingde alone, what kind of situation would it be? If Zhao Zilong hadn't saved Adou in Changbanpo, if only if

Liu Dabang mallet was completely unaware that when he grabbed the entrance of the cave and howled, a small pebble accidentally fell by his hands almost changed everything, but Cui Ying'er's powerful legs corrected it in an instant.

Yang Ling slipped from her side, and it was too late to pull her shirt, Cui Ying'er was shocked, and she suddenly opened her legs and sandwiched him between her legs at once.

Yang Ling's falling body slowed down, and hurriedly hugged her legs again, Cui Ying'er's double strands were extremely flexible and powerful, and she couldn't estimate the weight of Yang Ling's whereabouts, only to know that she had already held his body, and hurriedly tried her best to fight with her legs, and said urgently: "How are you?" ”

Yang Ling took a few quick breaths, his ear drums were roaring, and he said in a dumb voice: "I grabbed you, gently, my thighs are clamped around my neck, and I can't breathe."

The red lady's face was hot, but fortunately, no one saw it in the dark, she relaxed her legs slightly, Yang Ling took advantage of the situation to hug her waist and quickly climbed up a few times, hooked her shoulders with both hands, and this time he drilled into Cui Ying'er's inner side, becoming a warm posture with her face to face.

Yang Ling gasped and said, "Thank you for saving your life."

The red lady's face was spicy, she turned her head, and said in a tight voice: "Don't thank me, if you die like this, even if the Tartar retreats, a few of us don't want to leave alive, I just hope that the adults will be a thousand words and keep their promises."

Yang Ling has seen the appearance of the matchmaker's daughter, and knows that she is heroic and beautiful, but she is not only a female thief, but also a wife, and she embraces her like this, which is really unseemly, and when she heard the words, she hurriedly said: "Don't worry, I am the imperial court, and my words represent the current emperor and the court, and there is no dishonesty in the court."

Although the sound in the cave was going to be transmitted to the outside world, although it was subtle, Liu Dabang mallet also faintly heard a little movement at the entrance of the cave, he was busy pouting his big ass probe and looked into the hole, only to see a cloud of pitch black, and he couldn't see anything, Liu Dabang mallet didn't feel a little hairy in his heart.

He looked around, all the soldiers with swords and swords, Wu Hanchao was sweating all over his face, his eyes were wide open and he was standing next to him, the posture almost kicked him away and jumped off, Liu Dabang's courage was not strong, and he shouted desperately to the hole: "Dashuai, are you alive or dead?" You're squeaking! ”

It didn't hurt for Yang Ling and the others to speak softly in the cave, he shouted with his voice on the top, and the sound echoed and rolled down, like a burst of thunder, shaking the dust on the cave wall, Yang Ling and the red lady hurriedly closed their eyes and approached their bodies and bowed their heads to avoid. When the dust fell lightly, Yang Ling hurriedly raised his head and shouted: "Don't fucking howl, I was almost shocked to death by you, pull me up!" ”

After shouting, he quickly closed his eyes and lowered his head, and sure enough, there was another burst of dust. Liu Dabang mallet heard it clearly above, and couldn't help but lie at the mouth of the cave like a toad that was only full of breath and laughed, and at the same time looked left and right and said: "Dashuai is alive, hahaha, I heard it, Dashuai is still alive, I heard Dashuai scolding me!" ”

Wu Hanchao came back to his soul when he heard this, and hurriedly shouted: "Hurry, hurry, quickly find the rope, and save the adult!" ”

The depressed crowd suddenly became confused, and looked around one by one for a long time, but they couldn't see anything that could be used to save people. Yang Hu because his wife also fell into the hole, now his life and death are unknown, and his heart is really not under Wu Hanchao and others, he can't help but be angry when he looks at this appearance, he rushed over with an arrow, and ripped off the rope with a hundred treasure hooks from the waist of a fanzi, and tried to be strong enough and shouted: "Who still has a hook, take it out and knot it together, hurry up!" ”

When Fang was in Li's house, he used a hook to open the shed and rushed over a few, and knotted four hooks into a ** long rope, Yang Hu squatted at the entrance of the cave, slowly sent the rope into the hole, and raised his breath and said: "Lady, are you okay?" ”

He knows that his wife's skills are especially on it, if he says that Yang Ling is alive, then his wife will definitely be fine, sure enough, the voice of the red lady came from the cave: "The rope enters the hole and can't see clearly, swinging left and right."

Yang Hu was overjoyed in his heart, and hurriedly sent the rope to swing gently, the rope iron hook hit the cave wall and made a crisp sound, Wu Hanchao held the sword in his backhand, staring at Yang Hu tightly, if he dared to have a different heart when he rescued people, he immediately took out his sword and killed, Yang Hu glanced at him, just a sneer.

Cui Ying'er heard the sound to identify the position, and when the sound was in her ears, she hurriedly reached out and grabbed it, she buckled the rope, wrapped it around Yang Ling's waist twice, and then handed the rope hook to him, and said, "You grab the rope and go up first!" ”

Yang Ling knew that his own strength was not in personal force, although he was a dignified factory supervisor, he was like a tiger entering the sea when he arrived in this place, and there was no place for him, so he didn't be polite with her, and hurriedly thanked her, and fastened the rope and was pulled up by Yang Hu.

Seeing Yang Ling emerging from the hole, Wu Hanchao fell into the cave from Yang Ling, rushed into the Tartar group like crazy, and desperately killed nearly twenty brave Mongolian people, like a bloody person, and he was injured in a few places, but he didn't realize it at all.

Liu Dabang grinned widely, there was only a gap left in his eyes with a smile, and Yang Ling's body had just been pulled out halfway, so he pounced, hugged him and pulled him into the hole.

Yang Ling hurriedly untied the rope, Yang Hu swung the rope into the hole again, Liu Dabang looked at the red bump bulging in the middle of Yang Ling's nose and said: "My lord, you fell down the hole, there was no injury on your body, why did you hit your head?" ”

Yang Ling glared at him angrily, only then did he realize that the shouts of killing continued, and he couldn't help but be stunned: "Tartar didn't retreat? Why didn't they attack the mountain, did our reinforcements arrive? ”

Wu Hanchao grabbed him and said: "My lord, Hongfu Qitian, the Xun soldiers met the soldiers and horses of Jing Qianzong under the command of Du Zongbing, who was returning to Datong to help Yangyuan, and the Tartar saw that the adults fell into the hole, and they also lost the momentum to continue to attack Bai Mountain, and now they are fighting with Jing Qian at the bottom of the mountain!" ”

Yang Ling heard that it was a thousand generals, so he was a little relieved, there were at least thousands of soldiers under the command of thousands of generals, plus more than 300 people on the mountain, the number of people has not suffered, but I don't know how many cavalry this thousand generals have, if all are foot soldiers, then it is better to call him up the mountain earlier, otherwise the foot soldiers against the cavalry, the victory is a small victory, and the defeat is a big defeat.

Yang Ling looked back and saw that the red lady Cui Ying'er was holding the rope with one hand, and Yang Hu had lifted it up. She is still dressed in men's clothes, but her hair is messy, her cheeks are slightly dizzy, and her beautiful eyes are just right with herself as soon as she comes out of the hole, and she can't help but hurriedly look away and jump into the hole in one step.

Yang Hu rarely saw his wife show such a posture, and he couldn't help but be suspicious at first sight, he glanced at Cui Ying'er suspiciously, and then at Yang Ling, Yang Ling just didn't care about the defense of men and women in order to survive, and he consciously had a clear conscience, so he glanced at him calmly, then turned his head to Wu Hanchao and said: "Go, go to the mountain pass to see how the battle is going."

Most of the fans guarded the mountain pass, followed by dozens of guards, everyone listened to the adult's words, and then hugged him to the side of the mountain, Huo Wuye and a few horse thieves looked at each other, and had the intention to flee, but there was just a scuffle, the horses were still lost in the upper mountain pass, and there were soldiers everywhere under the mountain, where could they escape?

Although Cui Ying'er knew that the situation in the cave was a last resort, she still felt a little ashamed of her husband, so when she came out of the cave, she looked a little panicked, but at this time she had also regained her calm, she swept the hair on her sideburns, and said lightly: "Yang Ling has a word first, and he will not do it today, and the officers and soldiers are not completely untrustworthy, I can trust this person's words!" ”

Yang Hu snorted dissatisfiedly, but if he really wants to go, he has nowhere to run now, and now he can only believe that Yang Ling will keep his promise, the battle situation under the mountain is related to their life and death, and several people also walked to the side of the mountain, found a flat place to stand still, and looked down.

At this time, a big war is unfolding under the mountain, Du Renguo, although Yang Ling has not seen it, but he has heard his name for a long time, he has a thick-backed machete in his hand, weighing more than 60 catties, it is said that he is the first fierce general of the Ming Dynasty, once on the battlefield a knife will be a galloping horse split in half, was shocked by the Tartar as the god of war.

It's a pity that this god of war only pays attention to personal martial arts, never cares about what battle strategy, just met the enemy, he took the lead, led the army to swarm and kill the generals, although he was brave and uncast, a big knife will be up, that is really people block killing, Buddha block killing Buddha, Shenwu is very, but it has no effect on the victory or defeat of the whole battle, so the battle is more defeated and less victorious.

However, the border army's personality cult of him has reached its peak, and many tyrants will be proud of him.

Now this Jing Qianzong under the mountain is the righteous son of the Datong general soldier Du Madman, just thirty years old, the bloodthirsty and murderous surname is just like the righteous father Du Renguo, and the Tartar who slaughtered and poked with his own hands is not a thousand, but also eight hundred, and is called the ghost king by the Sanguan soldiers. Jing Qian is always proud of this, and a special banner is written, with three big characters of "Ghost King Jing" written on it, which really has the effect of ghosts traveling and avoiding the living.

He arrived at this time, although it was a coincidence, but it was not without cause. Yang Ling received the news that Duoyan Sanwei had set off for Datong, and on the one hand strengthened the reconnaissance of the fine work and spies in the city, on the other hand, he ordered the Taiyuan Wei to command Zhang Yin to lead the army to Jinsha Beach to wait, and at the same time, because the main Tatar force had moved to Hukou, he ordered the army to reinforce the Beidi Pass to return to Datong.

Jing Qian received the military order to lead the army back to the division, and halfway to the halfway line, Yang Ling sent to Datong to report the news arrived, as soon as he saw an officer and soldier, he immediately abandoned the saddle and dismounted, and hurriedly reported to ask for support.

Before Jing Qian finished his words, he rushed on his horse, led the army to leave the official road, and stabbed obliquely to kill Bai Mountain. Ghost King Jing's subordinates only had 300 cavalry, and the front army rushed to the foot of Baishan Mountain, and the rear army infantry was still several miles away.

Jing Qian didn't talk about the left flank detour, the right flank outflanked, the main force to attack the middle of the routine, led more than 300 rangers scattered bravely shouting and screaming into the enemy formation, with a sharp spirit to charge and strangle, a big knife team was invincible, suddenly blood rain splashed, and the Tartars were killed by surprise.

Yang Ling stood at the top of the mountain, only to see a black-robed general covered in blood, the cloak behind him was like a black cloud, the big sword in his hand was raised high, and the cold light flashed, and there was a tartar blocking the road who was split into two pieces with a knife, and the knights behind him were also extremely fierce, fighting for their lives, like a mad tiger.

Yang Ling was moved and said: "This person is so brave, is he the general Jing Qian under the command of General Du?" ”

A fan responded: "Yes, my lord, this person is the famous ghost king Jing of the three levels!" ”

Wu Han praised it: "A knife is even split in half with a weapon, and the knife in his hand is at least fifty pounds, what a fierce general!" ”

Yang Ling looked at the battle situation under the mountain, the Tartars no longer had the heart to fight, and were gradually retreating, and there was a Ming army in the distance with crooked armor running obliquely, his heart was relieved, and he smiled: "Well, this person is indeed a fierce general, worthy of the name of the ghost king, but I don't know how to fight the battle strategy, if you are brave and strategic, it is my blessing of the Ming Dynasty!" ”

Soladi heard the report, saying that the young man who was suspected to be an important general of the Ming army had fallen into the cave, and saw that although the mountain was not very high, it was more than a hundred zhang, and if he fell, he was satisfied, and he was about to lead the army to retreat in a hurry, and he would kill the general without guarding against a Ming army, and he did not talk about any rules and regulations at all.

This is really a chaotic fist to kill the master, Rao is this Tatar general has experienced a hundred battles, but the tired division was rushed into a chaotic formation, and it was impossible to form an effective counterattack for a while, and the two armies were stuck together, and suddenly fell into a bitter battle.

The ghost king Jing took the lead, waving a big knife in his hand, his head was thrown, and a strong body fell down. A tartar saw it from afar, took out a tripwire and shook it a few times, saw it accurately, and threw it out.

Jing Qian was chasing a horse that had been cut off a weapon, and he couldn't prevent the horse from stumbling, and the war horse fell down violently, and several Tartars next to him saw the opportunity and immediately brandished their weapons and galloped over.

This Qianzong reacted very quickly, the moment the horse fell to the ground, his legs were out of the stirrups, his legs kicked on the horse's back, and jumped up with momentum and elasticity, the war horse fell to the ground with a bang, stirring up a piece of snow, he also fell in the air, a force split Huashan, power and speed were perfectly combined, and the heaven-shattering scream, the long knife fell!

A Tartar who was riding a horse in front of him saw the unstoppable lightning slash down, and jumped off the war horse with a sliding body, this knife in Jing Qian's thunderous shout, split the saddle, split the horse's spine, a short Mongolian horse, was cut into two pieces by the waist alive, a bloody light fluttered, and immediately sprayed him into a blurred bloody man.

I saw this guy wiping his face, twisting his waist in steps, turning his big knife sideways, and with a roar, the blade was like a windmill, slashing towards a horse with its front hooves startled and neighing

(To be continued)