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Changping Dingshan Mansion.

Yang Shili, the Duke of Dingshan, was a hussar general and the chief of the northern march.

Yang Shili is a martial arts heirloom, good at arranging troops, and the Yang family's marksmanship is praised all over the world. The Yang family army under his command and the former resurrection guard are called Shuangqi, brave and resolute, not afraid of death, and invincible.

All good men who want to make achievements on the battlefield have the ultimate dream of joining these two god troops.

It's a pity that after the mysterious disappearance of Fushengwei, the Yang family army, which is as famous as it, was dispersed with Yang Shili's unloading and was included in various battalions.

The two iron-blooded armies that shook the world failed to survive, which made people feel embarrassed.

What can be different from Fushengwei is that although the Yang family army is disbanded, the military soul of the Yang family army is still there.

Yang Shili is the military soul of the Yang family.

As long as he lives, it is only a matter of time before he reloads the Yang family's army.

After Zuo Zhangheng left the palace, he did not rush back to the house, but came to the Dingshan Mansion as soon as possible. You don't need someone to guide you, and you can come to the practice ground with a familiar car.

Whether it is the people of the Zuo family or the Yang family, they all know that if you want to find Old Man Yang, there is no other place except the practice ground is the study.

"Drink! Look at Lao Tzu's fortune hanging upside down! ”

"Well come, jack pendant! A Thousand Troops Swept Away"

Before the man could enter, he heard the sound of killing and the clash of sticks.

Zuo Zhangheng shook his head helplessly, he still said that it was less, his father-in-law did not say that there were three bowls of the eclipse, that is, the five bowls were all eaten. Listen to this angry shout, where does it look like an old man in his sixties.

"The son-in-law came to visit his father-in-law, and he hoped that his father-in-law would show mercy."

Zuo Zhangheng did not push the gate of the practice ground, but stood at the door and shouted loudly: "If your father-in-law hears it, please put down your weapon, and your son-in-law will come in." ”

After speaking, he skillfully flashed to the side, and quietly pressed against the wall without moving.

"Bang!"

As soon as he stood still, the courtyard gate that was still at the end of the square suddenly split apart and broke a big hole.

Behind the dust at the entrance of the cave stood a lean old man with gray hair and angry eyebrows and brass eyes. The old man was shirtless, his shirt was tied around his waist, and he was carrying a mace more than half a person tall in his hand, and his momentum was compelling.

"Huh? What about the Bunny Boy Man? ”

The old man looked around left and right, and didn't find Zuo Zhangheng sticking to the wall, scratched his head suspiciously, turned around and shouted: "Little bear, is that kid from Guoan talking?" ”

"Master, how many times has Lao Tzu said that Lao Tzu is about to become a grandfather, can you stop screaming as a little bear?"

A big man with a black face as strong as an iron tower came crying and mourning, holding a long stick in his hand, complaining and easily pulling open the door panel that had broken a big hole.

"Boom"

The gate was completely scrapped, and Zuo Zhangheng, who was disguised as a wall creeper, breathed a sigh of relief when he saw this: the alarm was lifted and he could appear.

"Tom!" The old man smashed his fist on the black man's chest and scolded: "Turtle Sun, who do you call Lao Tzu?" ”

"Ouch, master, you start lightly, old ...... The kid said it was smooth, and he forgot it. ”

The black man quickly stretched out his hand to block, and by the way, he secretly made a move of the black tiger to dig out his heart, and went straight to the old man's chest, but was easily avoided by the old man.

The two of them were at the broken courtyard gate, and you and I were like no one next to each other.

"Ahem."

Zuo Zhangheng Shi Ran walked out, flicked his sleeves and said: "The son-in-law visits his father-in-law, is his father-in-law still healthy?" I didn't expect General Xiang Xiongxiang to be there, what a coincidence. ”

The two of them in the fight had a tacit understanding at the same time, and turned their heads to see Zuo Zhangheng with a smile on his face.

"Lao Tzu said that he heard your kid's movements, and he played peek-a-boo for Lao Tzu, and he was an ancestor, and he was not ashamed."

The capable old man is Yang Shili, the prince of Dingshan, and he pouted, as if he was very dissatisfied with Zuo Zhangheng.

And Xiang Xiong was angry eyes: "The surname is Zuo, how many times has Lao Tzu told you, you are not allowed to call Lao Tzu's full name!" ”

Zuo Zhangheng's face was full of helplessness, the so-called Xiucai encountered soldiers, and it was probably like his own situation.

Fortunately, her mother-in-law was kind and kind, and she didn't raise her only daughter Yang Derong to have such a temperament, otherwise...... I feel cold on my back when I think about it.

"Uncle Yue, thirty or fifty of the doors of your courtyard have been demolished, does your son-in-law still dare to stand at the door?"

Zuo Zhangheng was stupid, in the Dingshan Mansion, he couldn't use the majesty of the Taifu at all.

"Tell them to pretend to be sturdier without pushing."

Yang Shili bared his teeth, showed a "smile" that could scare crying children, untied his waist shirt, and put it on his body three or two times.

threw the mace at Xiang Xiong, regardless of whether it would hit him or not, and grabbed Zuo Zhangheng's shoulder with a hook of his long arm: "Your kid has always been on the Three Treasures Hall for nothing, go, go to the study and talk about it, what is the important thing this time?" ”

Xiang Xiong easily caught the mace, followed the two of them, and the three of them went to the study.

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"That's it, the little son-in-law is thinking about the saints, this time it must be serious."

Zuo Zhangheng transferred the matter of the imperial study to Yang Shili, he knew that His Majesty would not ask about the physical condition of his father-in-law for no reason, and he must have hinted at himself and intended to invite this killing god out of the mountain.

Since arriving in the study, Yang Shili swept away his previous reckless temperament, calmly like a towering mountain, silent.

Xiang Xiong had already handed over the weapon to the little guy he met along the road and carried it away, and when he heard this, he was overjoyed and slammed the table: "Okay, master, you can finally go out of the mountain!" After recuperating for more than ten years, have these miscellaneous items forgotten the prestige of Yang Jiajun? It's time to get moving! ”

Yang Shili raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at him, and his face was calm: "You have been in charge of the soldiers for a long time, and you can't even control your brains?" When did war become something to be celebrated? ”

Xiang Xiong choked and lowered his head: "The disciple doesn't choose what to say, and the master teaches you." ”

Although he looks like a bear, he has a shrewd brain and can tell when Yang Shili is joking and when he is really angry.

Yang Shili ignored him, turned his head and said to Zuo Zhangheng: "Guoan, what do you mean?" ”

Zuo Zhangheng sighed slightly: "The arrow is on the string, I have to send it." The son-in-law really can't understand, how could the lord of the Nanyu country take such a stinky move? The heart of the Holy Lord to annex the Southern Decree was early in the founding of the People's Republic of China, and if it were not for the cautiousness of the Southern Decree over the years, there would have been no Southern Decree in the world. ”

Yang Shili nodded and stroked his beard: "The Holy Lord also knows that the Southern Decree is easy to defend and difficult to attack, if you just want to be shocked, you won't think of Lao Tzu." ”

"That's right," Zuo Zhangheng nodded, "It's a pity that the prince of Nanyu, Sinaiyong, is too cautious and shrewd, most of the spies planted by the spy department have been removed by him over the years, and the rest have lost contact. ”

"Then we'll have to revisit." Yang Shili said without doubt.

"Knowing oneself and knowing that the other side can win all battles, Lao Tzu never makes senseless sacrifices when he fights. The saint now only has the intention of raising troops, but the Yang family's army has long been dispersed, and it is not a matter of three or two days to rebuild, not to mention three or two months. First of all, we have to find out what kind of agreement the Nanyu has reached with the country, and secondly, the most important thing."

"Topographic map of the Southern Oracle!"

This sentence was Yang Shili, Zuo Zhangheng and Xiang Xiong who said in unison.

"That's right," Yang Shili bowed, "Only by being familiar with the terrain and environment of Nanyu is the greatest guarantee for the soldiers." ”

Zuo Zhangheng frowned: Nanyu topographic map, this thing is too difficult.

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