If Han Feng saw Yan Fengchuan, he would definitely be surprised. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The rebels did not lack water, but they did lack food. Fengguan Mangcheng had previously collected the last grain outside the city into the barn, and what was left for Yan Fengchuan was only the old grain in the storage silos of several villages near the watershed.

As the rebels entered the village, there was a chaos and the granaries were smashed open with stones and irons. The panicked villagers, in the spirit of grabbing as much as they could, did not leave enough food for the rebels.

The days of tightening his belt for more than ten days made Yan Fengchuan, who was not fat, so thin that his chest was against his back, and the forty-five-year-old man's cheeks were sunken, but his eyes were shining with determination. He raised his head slightly to look at the sun overhead, and in his hand was a huge water hyacinth - the water hyacinth contained rice soup, which was his only food these days. The rice soup was cooked five days ago, and the weather has been cooler recently, but the taste of the rice soup is no longer fresh.

Next to the water hyacinth is a handful of "weeds", which is the herb used by the Yedi people to cure diarrhea - fortunately, this herb has to be more or less on the watershed to make more than 10,000 people drink spoiled rice soup without falling ill.

"Huh......" Yan Fengchuan drank the last bite of rice soup and smiled with satisfaction. The sun shone warmly on him, reminding him of the day when he came to Fengguan Mangcheng from the imperial capital by the emperor's order. The sun was so warm that day, and he was a "young man" who had just turned 30 years old.

Time flies, and fifteen years have passed in a trance...... He fought with Manghou for fifteen years, but in the end he still couldn't restrain him.

"My bones...... There's no need to go through customs. Yan Fengchuan crossed his hands on his hips, and standing behind him was a woman in a strong suit.

The woman was no longer young, her skin was a little rough from the wind and sun all the years, but her features were as delicate as flowers—this was a half-old woman. She was decidedly less squeamish than the average half-girl, and she was wearing a thick linen military uniform, which had clearly been ripped from a dead soldier, and even had the tip of a spear on her chest. The dress didn't fit, and she barely held it in place with a cloth strap around her waist, but the sleeves grew out in large chunks.

She stood quietly beside Yan Fengchuan, and could even be said to be standing side by side. She had a long knife stuck in her waist, a blade worn by officers above the division commander to give orders. She looked at the man next to her, and there was a kind of piety in her eyes - but this piety was fundamentally different from the piety in Yu Tianxing's eyes when she told how the Yi people were superior to the generations, she knew what she believed in, and she also knew deeply why this faith was worth following.

Therefore, when she clearly heard Yan Fengchuan say such dejected words, she did not panic or scream, but just put her hand on Yan Fengchuan's shoulder: "I will accompany you." ”

When she said this, she did not bring out the fear of her master, but the consolation of a friend to another friend. Yan Fengchuan coughed lightly twice, and the sun outlined his slightly old, but handsome and extraordinary facial features-I'm afraid no one would have imagined that this person who tried his best to be loyal to the imperial capital actually had the blood of the Yi clan.

Looking at the horizon at the end of the south, Yan Fengchuan muttered to himself: "Let's go with our daughter......"

However, the time left for him to sigh was not long, Yan Fengchuan had not finished sighing, and there were already scouts running over to report: "The enemy battalion has sent troops." ”

Hearing that it was the emperor of the Western Dynasty who personally led the troops to attack, Yan Fengchuan was stunned for a while. He wasn't afraid, he just didn't believe his luck was so good.

The remaining food was only enough for his army to survive for another ten days, and even if he could survive this crusade in the Western Dynasty, there would be no long-term plan. Previously, Yan Fengchuan's hopes were pinned on the grain robbery. He specially trained a light cavalry, and these days he put almost all the good food on the thousand light cavalry, just waiting for the scouts to hear the news of the departure of the food delivery team in Fengguan Mangcheng, and let them set off at any time.

However, now that the emperor of the other party has arrived, this light cavalry may be able to be of other use.

The country hated the family feud, so that Yan Fengchuan's blood was burned hot. He eagerly flipped into his mount and asked the scout, "How many are there?"

The scout said, "One thousand." ”

"One thousand?" Yan Fengchuan knew that Fengguan Mangcheng had sent a total of 20,000 people this time, and this thousand people was not a big number for them. What's more, this is the other party's imperial expedition, even if it is a young man with strong blood and does not know the height of the sky, but Manghou should not make such a low-level mistake.

However, he is no stranger to Han Feng's resume. Yan Fengchuan knew that this young man had fought against the Rongqi people on Hongyuan, he was only a small partial lieutenant at that time, but he survived several attacks by the Rongqi wolf cavalry - this could not be said to be pure luck. After that, this person seems to have arrived in Huadu, Windy City, became a division commander under the hands of the prince of Yue, and made great contributions in the defense of Qinghe City, but unfortunately the identity of the Pingsha rebels was revealed, and he was wanted by Jiangnan.

But in Yan Fengchuan's eyes, it may be a commendable achievement to fight against the Rong Qiang Wolf Cavalry, and it is a simple matter to defend Qinghe City from mountain bandits and pirates. He didn't know that Han Feng didn't lead thousands of soldiers to fight bloodily at that time, and he didn't know how many times he came in and out of the bandits, unscathed.

Yan Fengchuan tightened his grip on the reins, and he decided to attack and swallow all the thousand people without spitting out the bones. His "rebellion" was doomed to failure, and he knew this when he started up, but as the last battle, he wanted to win the beautiful one, at least to make his name written in the history books - in his heart, this is what a true half-Yi descendant should do, and he will definitely have the most glorious figure of the half-Yi descendant!

Ten thousand "rebels", swarming towards a thousand enemies.

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