The setting sun shines over a dilapidated temple of the City God.

It added a few warmth to the gloomy and dilapidated City God Temple.

Old man Li pushed aside the weeds that were growing all over the place outside the City God Temple, and slowly walked towards the City God Temple with Xu Yi and a group of guards.

"On the eve of the decisive battle of Mobei, General Zhao was ordered to lead five thousand light cavalry to run one hundred and fifty miles, and go around to the left side of the Hun evil king."

"Join forces with the light cavalry general on the right side of the Hun Evil King to encircle the Hun Evil King's headquarters left and right."

"After General Zhao arrived at the designated position, he sent scouts to convey the military order to the light cavalry general, that is, at the end of the next day, the left and right armies launched a general attack on the Hun Evil King's troops at the same time!"

"The grass people remember that a captain in the hands of the light cavalry general at that time came to see General Zhao in person with the scouts."

"I think the light cavalry general must have received a military order."

Lao Li Tou paused to pluck the weeds, sighed heavily, and continued to drive the road while recalling the scenes that happened during the decisive battle in Mobei.

On the day of the decisive battle of Mobei.

As soon as the appointed time has arrived.

Zhao Fusheng immediately led 5,000 light cavalry from his headquarters to form a conical formation and went straight to the army of the Evil King.

The so-called cone formation, that is, the battle queue of the forwards like a cone.

The formation must be sharp and swift forwards, and strong on the wings.

Otherwise, this battle is a joke, no different from a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.

When the cone charges, the elite strikers reach the enemy's weakest point in order to break through with a single blow.

Once the tip of the cone penetrates deep into the enemy group, the cone cavalry on both sides will need to quickly expand the results until the enemy formation is completely fragmented.

At that time, the enemy army was divided in two, and it was only necessary to mobilize elite infantry and quickly form an iron shield array between the two to isolate the enemy's convergence.

If the iron shield formation is formed, the cone-shaped formation can no longer have any worries, and concentrate forces to annihilate the part of the enemy army with few troops.

After that, they frequently concocted the same method until the enemy army broke and fled.

And this is exactly the tactical military order that Zhao Fusheng and the light cavalry general received!

However.

When Zhao Fusheng led 5,000 light horsemen under his command to successfully chisel through and cut through the Evil King's department.

The 8,000 foot soldiers of the General Headquarters of the Light Vehicle, who were supposed to enter the battlefield quickly, did not move for a long time!

The battlefield is changing rapidly.

Zhao Fushengda, who sensed that something was wrong, immediately ordered the army to withdraw from the battlefield.

Correct.

Just when Zhao Fusheng led his cavalry to leave the battlefield.

Three thousand Hun cavalry appeared in the direction that should have belonged to the general of the light chariot.

The three thousand Hun cavalry horses were connected to each other by iron chains, and the iron chains were supplemented by rejecting horses.

It was like a steel fortress that stood in the way of Zhao Fu's life.

There is a steel fortress that stretches for miles.

On the left and right, a large number of reinforcements of the Hun cavalry roared in the body of their compatriots.

Later, there was a panicked Hun rout.

It's too late to wonder why General Light Car hasn't arrived.

It was too late to think about why the Xiongnu had set up a heavy ambush at the end of the chiseling formation in advance.

It's too late to think about why the left and right wings of the Huns are reinforcing so quickly!

On the battlefield, the situation is changing rapidly.

However, this time it has changed so quickly, as if it has been rehearsed countless times in advance.

Almost in an instant, the five thousand light horsemen of Zhao Fusheng's department, who had originally killed all directions, turned out to be the turtle in the urn of the Huns.

Looking at the menacing Huns, Zhao Fusheng immediately ordered the army to break through the way they came.

His five thousand light horsemen did not have time to catch their breath, and immediately turned their horses and charged again towards the road they had come.

However, at this time, the road was full of Huns and war horses who were killed by his subordinates.

Everywhere there were routs that were first crushed by the cone formation and then abandoned by the Evil King.

For a while, the wailing and hissing on the battlefield were endless.

Zhao Fusheng commanded 5,000 light horsemen to kill all the way, and died of a misfall and the enemy

There are countless people who have fought back on the verge of death.

The house leak happened to rain overnight, and the ship was late and encountered a head wind.

Just when it was about to break through successfully at the cost of the lives of more than a thousand soldiers.

Suddenly, three thousand chained riders appeared in front of them.

At that time, the retreat on all three sides had been broken.

When there is no way to retreat, there is only a fight to the death!

Zhao Fusheng gave an order, and more than 3,000 light horsemen followed him to turn their horses around again and kill towards the left flank of the Xiongnu.

Although the strength of the army before and after it was comparable, the chain array was really insolvable at that time!

If you forcibly break through, I am afraid that if you break through halfway, you will fall into the quagmire!

Therefore, if you want to survive, you can only march from the left and right flanks.

In front of the ruined City God Temple.

Lao Li turned his back to Xu Yi and slowly raised his arm to wipe the muddy tears on his face.

Then he slowly stepped forward and pushed open the two half-mutilated temple doors.

As the broken temple door was slowly pushed open, a large amount of dust jumped and flew under the illumination of the blood-colored sun.

Lao Li waved his arms frequently, as if he wanted to completely wipe out the dust that looked like the yellow sand that day.

However, things in the world always backfire.

Lao Li looked at the dust that could not be dispersed, and shook his head with tears.

Immediately, the hoarse and crying voice slowly spit out from Lao Li's mouth again.

It seems that in that moment, Xu Yi and the others were once again pulled back to the Mobei battlefield full of wolf smoke and yellow sand more than ten years ago.

"Later...... General Zhao led our remaining 3,000 cavalry and launched a charge towards the Evil King on the left."

"Boom! And then it goes down! Three and exhaustion! That was our third charge! And the last charge."

"General Zhao is holding a Qingyang lance and leading three hundred guards to rush to the tip of the cone! Rush into the midst of the enemy in the first place!"

"The Huns who killed directly were bleeding! The frightened general Zuo under the command of the evil king fled for his life!"

「......」

"What a pity! Pity! It's a pity that the Hun dog thief finally succeeded in encircling it."

Lao Li sat paralyzed in the City God Temple, looking at the City God who was sitting on the altar with tears in his eyes.

Xu Yi followed Lao Li's gaze.

I saw that there was not a single weed within three steps of the altar.

Three steps beyond it is overgrown with weeds.

Xu Yi's gaze slowly moved up, and when Fang Yi saw the face of the City God sitting on the altar, his body couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The resolute young face on the statue gradually merged with the slightly blurred face in the memory.

Xu Yi couldn't help but murmur in a low voice, "Brother Sheng."

It just came at this time.

The old Li Tou, who finally recovered his strength, slowly spoke again and said, "Later, ......."

"Later, ah......"

"Later...... The more we fight, the less we fight, the more the Huns kill."

"At the end of the killing, the dry blood of the enemy blindfolded me."

"When I wake up again, I'll be in the tribe of the Huns."

"More than 300 people were taken prisoner with me."

"After I woke up, I learned that General Zhao still couldn't break through in the end."

"General Zhao...... General Zhao he ...... General Zhao, in order not to be captured...... In order not to be regarded as an arrow shot at the general......

"In ...... At the moment when you are about to fall off your horse...... Across...... Horizontal knife ...... The knife is cutting itself."

As soon as the words fell, Lao Li sat on the ground and couldn't cry for a while.

Xu Yi slowly stepped forward, crossed the layers of weeds, and finally stood one step away from the statue of the City God.

"Brother Sheng'er, I'm here."

Xu Yi arched his hands high and slowly bowed down to bow!

Both from its own distance and proximity

, or in terms of national complexes.

Zhao Fusheng was able to receive Xu Yi's bow.

After the big worship, Xu Yi stood in front of the god platform and quietly looked at the statue of Zhao Fusheng in front of him.

No one knows what he's thinking at the moment.

For a time, the remnant sun was like a dilapidated city god temple illuminated by blood.

Except for the sound of the wind and Li Shoushan's crying, there was no other sound.

I don't know how long it took.

Li Shoushan's voice sounded slowly again.

"Since I learned the news that General Zhao had died by suicide."

"The grass people have thought more than once about killing a few Huns, and then going with General Zhao."

"Wait until we get below, let's continue to lead the horse for General Zhao!"

Lao Li Tou laughed while crying: "Fortunately, I was stopped by that Qin Baihu every time, otherwise our old Li Tou would really have no face to continue to lead the horse for General Zhao."

As soon as the words fell, Lao Li Tou slowly got up from the ground.

While crying and laughing, he looked at the statue of Zhao Fusheng on the altar.

He slowly spoke, "That Qingyang Lance has been fighting with you in the south and north for several years, and with you making immortal achievements, how can the last general allow the thief of the Evil King to defile the Qingyang Lance?"

As Lao Li Tou muttered to himself almost dementedly, Xu Yi gradually understood a little bit about what happened later.

When the old Li Tou, that is, Li Shoushan, woke up from the Xiongnu tribe.

The decisive battle of Mobei has come to an end.

And the old evil king has also died in the decisive battle of Mobei.

After the new Hun Evil King succeeded to the throne, he ordered a large number of captives to be brought back.

It is precisely because of this that Lao Li Tou, Qin Baihu and other soldiers can avoid the miserable end of being buried alive.

Of course, the reason why the New Hun Evil King did this was not out of compassion.

The real reason is exactly the opposite.

During the time when Lao Li and others were detained.

One after another, prisoners of war were sent to the tribe of the Xinhun Evil King.

When the number of captives reached two thousand, a terrible tragedy quietly began.

In the days that followed, two unlucky prisoners of war would be dragged to the tent of the Xinhun Evil King.

No one knows what happened in the tent of the new evil king.

Of those who were dragged away, none of them ever reappeared.

Two or three years have passed in such a panic.

Seeing that there were only about 20 people left in the robes in the cell.

At that time, Lao Li Tou was already completely desperate, and he just wanted to pull a Hun on his back, so that it would be worth dying.

When Lao Li Tou told the remaining 20 or so robes, he also told the fact that he had been left-handed since he was a child.

In the days that followed, more than 20 robes would rather starve to death than give up their scarce food to Lao Litou.

A few days later, just as Lao Li Tou was selected to be escorted to the tent of the Xinhun Evil King.

After two or three years, the god of luck came to Lao Li Tou's side again.

The younger brother of the evil king of Shinhun was unbearable with the atrocities of the evil king of Shinhun, and united with several thousands of people to launch a rebellion on that day.

On that day, the tribe of the Shinhun Evil King was full of war.

Sensing that the opportunity was coming, Lao Li's head suddenly exploded, and he bit his teeth to death the two escorting Huns.

Lao Li, who was lucky enough to break free from the shackles, didn't care about the robe that was still in the cell, and took advantage of the chaos to sneak into the tent of the Xinhun Evil King.

Ben wanted to personally slash the new evil king.

Unexpectedly, when he arrived, the tent of the evil king of Xinhun had already burst into flames.

Lao Li, who was carried away by hatred, didn't care so much.

Straight into the raging fire.

If you can't see the death of the evil king of Xinhun with your own eyes.

Old man Li is afraid that he will not blink his eyes until he dies.

Fortunately, when he rushed into the tent of the New Hun Evil King, he saw the New Hun Evil King being shot by random arrows and killed on the throne.

And behind that throne, there hung a lance in the air.

The appearance of that lance is so familiar to Lao Li Tou.

The moment he saw Qingyang Lance, Lao Li Tou's heart suddenly burst out with endless desire to survive.

It is precisely because of this endless desire to survive that Lao Li Tou was able to break out of the sea of fire again and break out of the chaotic New Hun Evil King Tribe.

Because of the presence of the green yang lance.

Lao Li Tou was alone in the hinterland of the Xiongnu, and went through many difficulties step by step, and finally it took more than ten years to return to his homeland after the beginning of spring this year.

After he returned to his homeland, he hid the Qingyang lance as soon as possible, and then went to inquire about the news that had disappeared for more than ten years.

However, it was this investigation that made Lao Li Tou, who had been walking alone outside the customs for more than ten years and still safe and sound, almost died.

If it weren't for the news that Xu Yi was crowned king.

Lao Li Tou is afraid that he will really die in a serious illness.

Lao Li, who miraculously survived, packed his bags and began to walk towards Fuyang City.

Because there is no road mark, Lao Li Tou never sets foot on the official road for half a step.

Because of the Qingyang lance, Lao Li Tou had to take one step at a time.

It lasted for several months, and finally arrived in Fuyang City just over a month ago.

Fuyang City is a county town, and there is no way to enter the city.

In desperation, Lao Li Tou had to wait for the rabbit outside the city while doing odd jobs.

And the statue in the City God Temple was erected by Lao Li Tou in more than a month.

In the words of Lao Li Tou, with Zhao Fusheng's loyalty and bravery, he will definitely be an immortal after death.

Later, after accidentally hearing the gossip that the workshop built by the Zhu family was built for Xu Yi.

Lao Li Toudang dragged Zhang Ergou to the workshop.

It's not so much that the two are partnering, it's better to say that Lao Li Tou took advantage of Zhang Ergou.

After all, even if you want to work in this era, you still need a household registration and a guarantor.

Lao Li Tou naturally does not have a household registration, but he has a magical handicraft.

As for the guarantor, isn't that Zhang Ergou a ready-made guarantor?

Lao Li raised his arm and wiped his tearful face vigorously.

Then he said slowly in a hoarse voice: "Fortunately, the emperor has lived up to his painstaking efforts, and the last general has finally waited for His Royal Highness King Yan."

"General, at the end of today, I will entrust your Qingyang lance to His Royal Highness King Yan."

"I think if you know under the spring, you should be able to look at it."

"You wait for the last general, who will come to lead the horse for you later."

As soon as the words fell, Lao Li Tou knelt heavily on his knees.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

After three loud bangs, Lao Li Tou slowly got up.

After facing the idol and clasping his fists, he said aloud, "Please! Qingyang lance!"

The words fell.

Lao Li Tou slowly walked to the back hall of the City God Temple.

Take out a lance from the beam of the back hall.

"His Royal Highness King Yan! Please take the lance!"

Xu Yi's face turned straight when he heard this, and then he bowed deeply to the statue of Zhao Fusheng.

After bowing and saluting, Xu Yi took the lance from the hand of the old Li Tou, who had an extremely solemn face.

Then he raised the lance in his hand with both hands, bent down deeply and saluted, "Brother Yi! Greetings to my brother!"

Hearing this, Lao Li Tou turned around and walked to the front of the god platform with a serious face, knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times, and then slowly got up and walked behind the statue.

From behind the statue, he slowly took out the lance wrapped in black cloth.

Lao Li Tou slowly took off the black cloth with a solemn face, revealing the lance that seemed to be flashing with endless cold light inside.

"His Royal Highness King Yan! Please take the lance!"

Lao Li Tou held the lance with both hands, and slowly walked in front of Xu Yi with extremely firm steps.

Hearing this, Xu Yi once again faced the statue and the spear and saluted solemnly.

After taking over the lance from the extremely solemn face of Lao Li Tou, he raised the lance in his hand with both hands.

After the old Li Tou stepped aside.

He bowed again and said, "Brother! Greetings to my brother!"

Old Li Tou said with a solemn face, "His Royal Highness King Yan! Please also be one! Let the green sun lance reappear!"

Xu Yi did not hesitate in the slightest when he heard this.

When the lance is about to be reconnected to the lance.

More than ten years later.

A Qingyang lance that seems to be flashing with endless cold light has reappeared in the world after more than ten years!

Xu Yi held the Qingyang lance with both hands, and saluted solemnly towards the statue, "Brother Yi! Inherit the Brother's Lance! For the rest of your life! Ordered to drink the blood of the Huns! Sacrifice to my brother's spirit in heaven!"