In the fifteenth year of Xuan Lejun of Qi State, the incomparably huge rebellion of the Yue people has been completely quelled, and every household in Xuancheng of Qi State is talking about these things with relish. Among them, the commander of Xia Yu, the first prince of Qi State, was in danger, and the battle of the old man was the most praised by the people. Even, some of the people of Qi and the crowd of good deeds have become even more mythical about Xia Yu, the first prince and first general of Qi who has been silent for many years. In their words, Xia Yu was not only invincible, but also led his soldiers to guard Xuancheng, and in the whispers of these people, Xia Yu was simply the magic of their Qi country.

In the north of Xuancheng City, there is the Imperial Palace, and the Liuyun Palace, where the emperor is located, stands high on the highest point of Xuancheng and looks down on the entire Xuancheng. On the right side of this palace there is a small chic teahouse, in which the people and merchants come and go here. On a table near the window was a brown teapot and five cups of the same size.

Obviously, there were five people sitting at this table, led by a middle-aged man dressed in white, this middle-aged man was about thirty years old, with a faint and indifferent smile on his face, and the teacup in his hand had been placed on the table without moving. The middle-aged man's gaze had been looking at the highest octagonal cloud hall faintly outlined not far away, and he was thinking about something there.

In front of the middle-aged man were four children, one of whom was a girl dressed in white and wearing a pair of pink embroidered shoes. In terms of age, he looks slightly older than the other three children. In her jade hand, she held a newly opened book and read it. This girl has a peachy complexion, a little starlight in her eyes, and a dull smile, but her face is overwhelming.

The girl sat on the left and the right with a pair of little boys and girls who looked very similar, this pair of little boys and little girls looked only about ten years old, and they were obviously a pair of brothers and sisters who looked very similar. The little boy to the right of the girl in white was wearing a light blue riding coat and a pair of blue cloth shoes. The little boy shook a small folding fan in his hand, and from time to time he took a sip of the tea in front of him. The little boy's gaze rested on the blue-covered book that the girl in white beside him flipped through in his hand.

Sitting on the other side of the girl in white was a little girl who was slightly younger than her, and this little girl's face was full of a different aura from the girl in white. If the girl in white reveals a youthful atmosphere, this little girl who is also wearing a wide white short robe is full of ignorant little girl atmosphere. The little girl was playing with a small carved clay figure in her hand, and Ying Ying smiled at the girl in white and her brother beside her.

Sitting on the other side was a somewhat unusual little boy, a little older than the siblings, and the little boy was dressed in a black robe embroidered with a golden bronze dragon. He was wearing a pair of black cloth shoes on his feet, and his gaze was a little distant and deep, and he didn't know what he was looking at there.

These five people are naturally Feng Baiyi, Feng Yuchong, Feng Shanshan, Gao Hanyue and Shi Lanbo who came to Xuancheng from Ruocheng. They originally received a message from Xia Qing. Xuancheng, who came after knowing that the rebellion of the Yue people this time was basically quelled. Unexpectedly, just one day after they arrived, Xuancheng had already waited for reinforcements, breaking more than 100,000 Yue troops. Then the prime minister, the doctor, and the general discussed overnight. It was decided to send these surrendered soldiers to the fields to help the people. Fall into the identity of a half-soldier and half-peasant.

As for Feng Baiyi and them, they are not in a hurry now, they originally intended to come here to find Xia Qing. But Feng Baiyi wanted these children to adapt to some battlefield scenes in advance. Otherwise, if you are forced to go to the battlefield to fight in the future, you will not be at a loss.

Except for Feng Shanshan, who was reluctant to accept this news at first, the other three children naturally understood Feng Baiyi's intention to do this. It's a pity that now the siege of Xuancheng has been lifted. If they want to touch the battlefield, they may be in the north, and there will be one of these few opportunities. After all, now that Que Cheng and Li Cheng are still in the hands of the Yue people, it will definitely take some time to take them back. This is a rare opportunity for Feng Baiyi and them. So, Feng Baiyi shook the teacup in his hand and asked the four children with a smile.

"We have successfully counterattacked, it seems that if we want to learn, we must go to Que Cheng and Li Cheng, and now we haven't recovered it, but I'm afraid you won't be able to deal with the unknown danger."

Feng Baiyi's words were immediately refuted by his son Feng Yuchong, "Didn't my father say it? If this is true, we might as well just go to Que City and Li City. Look at the strategy of our Qi army and the cruelty of the battle" Feng Yuchong's words were also recognized by his sister and Shi Lanbo, and even Gao Hanyue, who had been reading there, couldn't help but nod deeply.

Feng Baiyi thought about it secretly, and felt that children could not always protect them by themselves, so it would be difficult for them to really grow up. Rather than this, it is better to expose them to the real disputes as early as possible

"Okay!" Feng Baiyi thought about it, but decided to take them with him, "In that case, we will leave every tomorrow! I will leave a letter for your mother today, saying that we are going to the front line of Quecheng, but you don't want to give up halfway."

"No problem!" Feng Yuchong, Feng Shanshan, Shi Lanbo, and Gao Hanyue all nodded secretly, raised their right hands to Feng Baiyi, and swore to speak

The moonlit night on the Demon Spirit Continent always doesn't seem so peaceful, but there is a hasty aura under the dark sky that seems to be extremely calm. Located in the Qi country in the east of the Demon Spirit Continent, between the northern Que City and Li City, a group of soldiers who fled back in a hurry appeared, these soldiers outlined an outline in the dark night, and the number of soldiers in their full armor and spears was only about five hundred, and they were all running and advancing there rapidly. If you look closely, you will see that the more than 500 soldiers are covering a pale and feeble middle-aged man on a white steed who retreats all the way there. It wasn't until they reached the gates of a town on a moonlit night that they barely stopped.

"Where is this, aren't we attacking Xuancheng" Riding on a white horse, surrounded by more than five hundred soldiers, protecting the middle-aged man who had barely retreated here was the patriarch of the Yue clan, Mocha. He suffered the heaviest blow of his life in such a single day, and he was hit hard many times. Now Mocha is a little overwhelmed.

Fortunately, these more than 500 soldiers were not only well-trained and powerful guards, but they were also an army of dead soldiers cultivated by the Mocha and Yue patriarchs for generations. Now the general with this army of dead soldiers has been captured by the Qi State. But this group of dead soldiers has been loyal for generations, no matter how downtrodden the Yue patriarch is now. There was absolutely no way that these soldiers would have betrayed Mocha.

"Patriarch, we have been defeated, and now we have returned to Que City, as long as we regroup, we will definitely be able to turn defeat into victory," more than five hundred dead soldiers patiently comforted the middle-aged man on horseback.

Mocha silently listened to the consolations of his last men, the soldiers who were most loyal to him. He slowly raised his head and looked up at the boundless sky containing the vast stars, and he looked up to the sky and shouted: "Damn, I am unwilling, I am unwilling, I am unwilling, I will definitely make a comeback."

With that, Mocha let out a long sigh and galloped forward, followed by more than five hundred dead men behind him. Towards the direction of Que City.

Mocha rushed to the city and shouted to the city, "Is the city our Yue soldiers? I am the patriarch Mocha!

Mocha's words burst through the silent night sky like silver rays, waking up the soldiers who were still guarding the castle tower. The soldiers rubbed their eyes, lit torches, and looked underneath the tower. Sure enough, I saw a middle-aged man riding a white horse, wearing deerskin soft armor, and a heavily armored soldier of about 500 people following behind. The soldiers on the city tower didn't know Mocha, and they weren't members of the Yue tribe, so they hurriedly asked a few soldiers to communicate and let the current general of Que Cheng identify whether this was the real Yue patriarch. One of the soldiers kindly explained the situation to Mocha under the city and asked them to forgive him.

Mocha and his more than 500 soldiers were not in a hurry, and they continued to wait quietly outside the city. Until a man appeared on the tower of the city that made the faces of Mocha and more than 500 soldiers under the city suddenly change.

The man who appeared looked to be in his fifties, but the silver-white beard and the shaky body of the robe made it impossible for those who didn't know to judge. The golden armor and the lacquer-gold spear were raised in his right hand, and the fairy-like figure of the general made Mocha and the others under the city cry out in a daze.