The lord of Xilin Lege, Murong Baoyu, is old enough to have a son, so he is particularly concerned about his youngest son.

Murong Baoyu studied in Dafeng in his early years, and when he returned to Beiban three years later, he saw that the people of his country were still living a harsh nomadic life, so he made up his mind to change this situation.

So while spending a lot of money to hire Mr. Wang Ting to come to Xilin Lege to give lectures, he sent people to the Central Plains to hire ninth-rate scholars, vowing to change Xilin Leg.

Murong Zhuozhuo's teacher was an old farmer, but he was expelled from the school for violating the rules, and after coming to the territory of Xilin Lege, he established the Baicao School Palace with reference to the Guozijian.

Murong Baoyu originally wanted Murong Zhuozhuo to take the road of civil officials, because not only in the eyes of the Central Plains people, they were some vulgar barbarians, but even in the Northern Barbarian Royal Court, they were regarded as battlefield cannon fodder who could only fight and kill.

Therefore, Murong Baoyu didn't want his son to take the path of martial arts, but Murong Zhuozhuo did not follow the route arranged by his father, when he was young, Murong Zhuozhuo was very fond of martial arts, and read the military books in Murong Baoyu's study over and over again, even though Murong Baoyu was particularly opposed to Murong Zhuozhuo taking the path of martial arts, but he finally became a rare martial arts genius in the Northern Barbarians.

At the age of fourteen, he went to the extreme north to skin bears, at the age of seventeen, he entered the high-grade martial arts realm to take charge of Qianyanwei, and at the age of twenty, he sent troops from Xilin Legge to the north to help the Great Khan ascend the throne and become the youngest general in the Northern Barbarians; Now at the border of the Northern Barbarian Chen soldiers, the coach is Murong Zhuozhuo.

The climate is getting warmer, Murong Zhuozhuo sat cross-legged on the horse, wearing a tiger robe and staring at the looming old city pass in front of him, the Northern Barbarians coveted the Central Plains not for a day or two, as early as the early days of the founding of the Great Feng State, the Northern Barbarians had gone south with the power of the whole country, but they were blocked in Santangguan.

The two sides confronted each other for hundreds of years, and in the end, the Beiban not only did not get the coveted fertile land of the Central Plains, but lost the three northern states, with the three northern states as a natural barrier, the Beiban wanted to attack the Central Plains again, the difficulty was comparable to ascending to the sky; And Murong Zhuozhuo swore since he was a child to take the land of the Central Plains and pacify the Central Plains Dynasty.

The young man looked ahead and said to the bare right-armed subordinate next to him, "Hui Lie, what do you see after watching it for so long?" ”

The man known as Hui Lie exhaled a breath of turbid air and said in a deep voice, "Young Master, what else can there be besides yellow sand is yellow sand?" ”

"......No," said the young man, shaking his head, "look closely, there is fertile land in front of us, strong cattle and sheep, and vast rivers, but they are all blocked behind this flat pass. ”

The corners of Hui Lie's mouth rose unconsciously, "Young master, are you going to start fighting, if you want me to say that I should have fought a long time ago, if it weren't for the indecisiveness and hesitation of those scholars in the royal court, we would have won the Pingjian Pass a long time ago." ”

"Do you know where the gap is between us and Daebon?" Hearing Hui Lie's words, Murong Zhuo's face suddenly became gloomy, but it was a pity that Hui Lie next to him hadn't noticed the change in his master's expression.

"Where?"

Murong Zhuozhuo sneered, "It's that there are too many reckless men like you, although Dafeng is martial arts, but he is not light, the inheritance of the Ninth Stream School is still vigorous, and there is also that Guozijian, how many talents are exported to Dafeng every year."

And what about us, in addition to the three or five respected old gentlemen, there are only those men who only know how to fight and kill, do you know why the Great Khan decided to send troops south this year? ”

"This subordinate doesn't know ......," Hui Lie, who was stunned, touched his head and said embarrassedly.

"That's because their prime minister is gone, you go to the royal court and ask, if Guan Zhongxian is here, who dares to go south? I have long said that in terms of combat effectiveness on the battlefield, we will not lose Dafeng, but when it comes to temple kung fu, Dafeng is far better than us, Hui Lie, you remember, to be my subordinate, you must not only have strength, but also brains, remember? Murong Zhuo frowned and said.

Hui Lie bowed his head and admitted his mistake, and hurriedly responded, "Yes, my subordinates remember." ”

The young master pulled out the saber on his waist, and the blade under the moonlight exuded a cold aura, "For those gentlemen in the royal court, don't say it's me, even the Great Khan has to eat and drink well, whether you can take the Central Plains in the future, the key is not in you and me, but in the pens of those gentlemen and their students, you must remember that for literati and scholars, you must treat each other with courtesy, maybe one day in the future, they will become the great heroes of our khanate." ”

Hui Lie didn't expect that his unconscious words would make the young master say so much, so he immediately replied, "Yes, my subordinates know." ”

"Sting." With a sound, the long knife was put into the sheath, and Murong Zhuozhuo turned around and said as he walked, "At noon tomorrow, knock on the gate and attack the city." ”

"Subordinates obey."

……

April 15 of the fifth year of Dabong Yongping.

Today was destined to be an extraordinary day, and in the warm midday daylight, the young sentry stood on the tower, as usual, looking in the direction of the Northern Barbarian garrison ahead, and the dusky horizon was deserted.

Suddenly, a touch of black slowly rose from the horizon, and the young sentry couldn't help but wonder, what is this? It can't be a herdsman's yak!

However, before he could finish his sigh, a black banner suddenly appeared in his field of vision, and the originally dull black also turned into a Northern Barbarian soldier wearing wolf skin armor, the young sentry's face changed suddenly, and he climbed up the tower in a panic, shouting as he ran, "The barbarian is coming, the barbarian is coming." ”

The young sentry who ran to the top of the tower banged the brass bell desperately, and the muffled sound of one after another soon spread throughout the Pingjiao Pass.

Zhang Xingshan, who was reading the military book, frowned when he heard the bell, picked up his saber and walked out, and the originally quiet city instantly became lively, some moved crossbows and long bows, some moved stones and oil, and some stood on the tower beacon tower and played the horn, and the entire Pingjiao Pass suddenly became tense for a while.

A powerful crossbow was moved to the city, and the archers bent their bows and arrows, pointing straight at the northern barbarian army in front.

Zhang Xingshan stood at the head of the city with a gloomy expression, quietly looking at the crowded Northern Barbarian army in front of him, the rough horn sounded at the head of the city, the soldiers were all gearing up, looking at the Northern Barbarian army in front of them, their eyes were resolute, and there was no cowardice, the great Feng Shangwu, the northern border is the same, in the eyes of these Northern Army, they are not the Northern Barbarians, but walking military exploits.

Hui Lie carried the nine-ring machete on his back and led the 50,000 troops behind him towards the Pingjiao Pass, and after hearing the sound of the horn, he suddenly stretched out his hand to stop his steps, and the army behind him stopped together, and a tiger skin drum was pushed up.

The way Dafeng and Beiban boost morale is no different, it is nothing more than beating drums and cheering, the so-called one drum is vigorous, then declining, and three is exhausted, and the power of this drum can often affect half of the chances of victory on both sides of the war.

After three horns, the big drum was also moved out and stood straight on the city.

"Beat the drums!"

The two sides ordered the drums to beat almost at the same time, and the drumming soldiers held sledgehammers in their hands, hammering one after another, hammering the deerskin drum engraved with the words on this side, and the drums sounded like thunder.

"Siege."

More than halfway through the drum, Hui Lie drew his sword and shouted, and the Northern Barbarian army behind him seemed to be beating chicken blood, as if he was not attacking the city, but snatching rice steamed buns at the time of famine; As far as it seems now, as long as you take it down and level the prison, won't it be the white-flour steamed buns of Baihuahua after the pass?

"Crossbowmen, release the arrows."

It is not the first time that Zhang Xingshan has faced this situation, the Northern Barbarian army has no rules to speak of, that is, relying on the strong body stacked up by eating meat all the year round to rush forward with a knife and a gun, without discipline, no logic, and some are just rampage bloody, so Dafeng will call it the Northern Barbarian.

But the Northern Barbarians don't call themselves that, they call Dafeng the Central Plains, because before they lost the three northern states, the Central Plains was indeed Dafeng.

They call themselves the Khanate, firstly, because the lord of their own country is the Great Khan, and secondly, in the Northern Barbarian dialect, the Khan has the meaning of the world, and the Khanate can also be understood as the country of the world.

However, in recent years, the Northern Barbarian army is also trying its best to change this situation, although their soldiers are brave and good at fighting, and their physical strength is far better than those Central Plains soldiers, but they win less and lose more in battle, and the reason is inseparable from the word art of war.

The soldiers of the Central Plains, although they did not enter the ninth stream, but they had a great impact on the battlefield, and the Dafeng battle paid attention to the military formation and strategy, and they could easily win every time, and even win more with less.

For this reason, in the territory of the Northern Barbarians, a large number of young warrior generals were born, they learned the art of war, talked about strategy, Murong Zhuozhuo is one of them, these people are called the young Zhuang generals, they are regarded as a thorn in the side by those who hold military power, because the rise of these people is bound to take away part of the military power in their hands, military power, but it is fragrant, no one wants to share a piece of the pie with others.

And this time Murong Zhuozhuo's 200,000 soldiers went south is a big gamble, it is a contest between the Shaozhuang faction and those warrior clan lords, if this battle is won, the Shaozhuang faction will occupy a place in the Northern Barbarian Royal Court, and even be able to divide the military power with those scholars and people, but if it fails, then what awaits them will definitely be endless abuse and accusations.

However, to Zhang Xingshan's surprise this time, although the Northern Barbarian soldiers in front of him were still rushing forward as usual, it was obvious that they were no longer rushing blindly forward, but advancing along the curve in groups of three, and there would be shield armor soldiers holding shields in front of them at a distance.

In this way, it is difficult for the archer to cause effective damage, Zhang Xingshan frowned and turned around and walked to the crossbow next to him, this crossbow is the product of the Mo family, it is five meters long, although it is a crossbow, but he shoots not a crossbow, but a steel arrow the size of a spear, and the lethality is enough to be described as terrifying.

"Get on the arrow."

Zhang Xingshan roared, and the soldiers next to him clicked on ten specific steel arrows in the arrow trough, Zhang Xingshan's arms were bruised, and his true qi was highlighted, and he pulled away with one hand the crossbow that the two scholars usually tried their best to pull apart, and the tip of the steel arrow reached the Northern Barbarian army in front of him.

"Huh."

The dull sound of breaking the air sounded, the cowhide strings on the crossbow kept shaking in the air, making a buzzing sound, and ten steel arrows pierced the defense of the Northern Barbarian army like thunder in an instant, and exploded on the ground, taking the lives of dozens of Northern Barbarian soldiers in an instant, even if they held the shield armor, they still could not escape the fate of being strung gourd.

Zhang Xingshan shouted, "The whole army is facing the enemy, and we must not let these barbarians step into the Pingjian Pass." ”

"Yes."

The determined oath of the soldiers on the battlefield overshadowed the roar of the Northern Barbarian army below.