Yan Shaohai ignored the white eyes of his sister-in-law, and still persuaded Zhao Zhiyi.

It's not that he doesn't want to keep this "Northern Sword God", it's really that this matter is too big.

If you only lose a few guards in the northwest, you can fight back, but Beitu is interested in the Beijing Division, whether they can defeat the Beijing Division for the time being, once the 10,000 horsemen who should have stayed in the northwest appear near the Beijing Division, then his sin is already monstrous, if the other party is lucky enough to take the Beijing Division, so that the Taizu Emperor has worked so hard to fight the country, and fall into the hands of the enemy, he Yan Sha Haike will really become a sinner for 10,000 years.

The only way to rescue him now is to let the real master in front of him go to relieve the siege of the capital, so that his guilt can also be reduced a little, so as not to affect his family and friends.

Yan Shaohai's idea was very good, but Zhao Zhiyi's next sentence once again knocked him to the bottom: "The strength of the other party's master is about the same as mine." ”

"Huh?" Yan Shaohai's mind was a little confused, he had been marching and fighting for so many years, what kind of master had never seen it, how many chivalrous men who had been famous in the rivers and lakes for a long time with some self-sustaining kung fu, after entering the battlefield like a meat grinder, they were beaten to cry and cry for their mother? How many of them can get out of it?

Those who were unlucky, in the end, directly threw their lives in the bitter cold land of northern Xinjiang, and those who were lucky enough to get back a life were honestly made a big soldier, and they never dared to mention the glory of walking the rivers and lakes back then.

On the battlefield, the warring sides all crawled out of the mountain of corpses and the sea of blood, and there was no point between the martial artists in the rivers and lakes, and they did everything to survive.

This kind of person alone may just be a ruthless madman, but hundreds of thousands of people get together and become the army of Northern Xinjiang. How could an army of madmen be easily leveraged by one person?

Yan Shaohai has been fighting for so many years, and Zhao Zhiyi is the only character he has ever seen who can stir up the morale of tens of thousands of troops with the power of one person.

If someone had told him a few years ago that there was such a person who valued one as ten thousand, he would not only not believe it, but would have laughed at it. Now that he had not only seen it with his own eyes, but also told him that there was a similar model across from him, how could he not be shocked.

What Yan Shaohai didn't know was that a person like Zhao Zhiyi, looking at the entire dynasty, was not more than five fingers, and the one in the Northern Turkistan army, who was the first warrior in the entire Northern Turkistan, was personally named the king of the Southern Courtyard and the general of the protector by the current Great Khan Agudamu, although he had no military power in his hands, his identity was extremely glorious, and the most important thing was that he could deploy any army of Northern Turkistan at will, even the Great Khan's personal guards.

It can be said that he controls all the armies in the country, which shows Agudamu's trust and respect for this first warrior of Northern Turkistan.

This night, Yan Shaohai didn't sleep well, and the word "master" was repeated in his mind, he now has no face to proclaim what kind of half-master he is, and he is afraid that this half of the master can't even beat others with half a hand.

Zhao Zhiyi forced himself to hurry up and sleep, he has to cultivate his energy now, tomorrow's battle will be a vicious battle!

When the first rays of sunlight hit the barracks, Zhao Zhiyi, who had been meditating all night, exhaled a breath of turbidity, opened the door curtain, and walked out of the tent.

Zhao Zhiyi walked out of the tent, the Yan family brothers and sisters were already waiting outside, Yan Shaohai looked like he hadn't slept well, his dark face was full of tiredness, because he was black, so he couldn't see the dark circles under his eyes.

"Yo, Brother Yan didn't sleep well last night?"

Yan Shaohai nodded, looking preoccupied, glanced at Zhao Zhiyi and stopped talking.

Zhao Zhiyi smiled and said, "Brother Yan has something to say." ”

"Are Brother Zhao sure that he can beat the master on the other side?"

"It's hard to say, the other party has appeared in the city of Xishan Xingdu before, and he should have figured out my details, since the other party dares to make an appointment with me, he must rely on it."

Zhao Zhiyi didn't fall asleep for a long time last night, he always felt that he had seen the other party somewhere, thinking back on the experience along the way, he finally remembered that he had passed by him in the Xishan Xingdu Division, and the other party should have been there to spy on intelligence, but for some reason he didn't make a move at that time, and he thought it was because the little girl was also there, and it was inconvenient for him to do it.

Combined with the withdrawal of the Northern Turk's troops from Chijin Wei, it should also be arranged by this person, since he has figured out his strength, the 10,000 iron cavalry staying in Chijin Wei is just a big gift to himself, so simply withdraw them and have a decisive battle directly in Hamiwei.

Zhao Zhiyi couldn't help but beat a little drum in his heart, it is said that his current strength is rare to meet opponents, before leaving Beijing, he also deliberately had a few moves with a person who claimed to be the first master of Ouchi, but the other party was defeated in less than fifty moves, it is said that the first master of Ouchi should be the top, but Zhao Zhiyi saw the depth at a glance.

But the young man above the city last night was completely different, his words and deeds seemed random, but they did not show the slightest flaw.

Yan Rongrong saw that the other two were deep in thought, and she couldn't help but be a little nervous.

She had witnessed the terrifying scene caused by Zhao Zhiyi's swordsmanship, and the ravines on the ground at that time were still vivid in her eyes. Such a terrible person now actually has a jealous person, and she originally wanted to cheer Zhao Zhiyi up, but she didn't know how to speak at this moment.

Zhao Zhiyi seemed to notice the situation on Yan Rongrong's side, raised his head and smiled at her, and said something inexplicable:

"Miss Yan, if you have the opportunity to come to the capital in the future, I will invite you to eat the most authentic roast mutton."

"Huh?"

Yan Rongrong didn't know how to answer for a while, where is this, just now there was a very serious atmosphere, how can you discuss roast mutton now?

Yan Shaohai, who was still thinking on the side, reacted first, and laughed loudly: "Haha, Brother Zhao, we just go back to Beijing to report on work in the first month of next year, and we won't get drunk or return when the time comes!" ”

"Okay, it's a deal!"

Zhao Zhiyi turned over on his horse, lightly clamped the horse's belly, and walked in the direction of Hamiwei.

After Yan Rongrong watched the other party go away, he turned his head to look at Yan Shaohai: "Brother, what are you doing?" ”

Yan Shaohai always looked ahead, watching Zhao Zhiyi disappear behind the sand dunes alone, and said lightly: "Brother Zhao, this is giving us a reassuring pill, this battle will be won!" Yan Shaohai's eyes were firm, his brows were stretched, and then he waved his hand: "Gather!" Get ready for battle! ”

Zhao Zhiyi, who took the first step, soon arrived at the city, and the man had been waiting in the city for a long time last night, and there was still a little girl in a flower cotton jacket standing next to him.

"Moon cakes, I can't take you with me today, you better stay in the city and be safer."

The little girl who always talked to him on weekdays was rarely quiet today, just nodded, did not speak, the man reached out and touched the little girl's head, and said softly:

"Moon cakes, if I win this battle, I will take you all over the Central Plains and eat delicious food."

The little girl nodded vigorously, holding back the tears rolling in her eyes, and said in a trembling voice: "Pu Baiyan, you must come back alive, winning or losing is not so important." ”

The man known as Pu Baiyan glanced at the little girl, showed a free smile, and then flew down the city, and the little girl on the city wall could no longer hold back, and tears fell to the ground.