Hou Shan looked at the scenery in the distance, his eyes were especially close and far, he carefully swept the scenery of the mountains and rivers in the distance, until he saw the little light projection that swept through the shade of the trees, the corners of the man's mouth that had been tightened were only then with the glorious scene faintly opening in the distance to be hearty and bright, he raised the corners of his mouth slightly, revealing a smile that is rarely seen in ordinary times.

However, the man's joy was also fleeting, and before he was half an hour, the man's face was back to normal.

The sun is bright and the autumn light is like water.

The fleeting situation only disappeared in half a time, but for the scenery of the mountains and rivers that added to the magnificence, this lieutenant general, who had always maintained his vigilance and rarely relaxed, was finally relieved.

These days, the sergeants have repaired, marched in formation, mediated the situation, and the life of the lonely soldiers who have traveled here from thousands of miles away is really unsatisfactory. In the past, the snow-covered and the iron horses and glaciers, who often rushed into the neat and solemn cavalry of the Northland with a whistle, did not hold the Northland standard long knife in their hands for a long time, and did not have blood on the battlefield for a long time, these feelings are really a little difficult to describe in one word.

Regardless of the ice and snow, the deep valley and the slanting sun, with the bones of the iron backbone and steel frame of the northland boys, holding a longbow in his hand and stepping on his feet, he was born with restless energy. What they are most afraid of in their lives is that the liver and gallbladder in front of them are all ice and snow, and they have become a single pillow at the head of the bed and the moonlight.

The man paced step by step, with memories in his eyes, and the dimness of the years that had passed over the years suddenly floated from the man's deep eyes like a reflection, and ended with him brewing three points of sword intent.

"All the troops obey the order!" Hou Shan stood still, choosing to stand on a slightly flat earth and rock, he roared and roared, held his head high, stretched out his hand and patted the dark face that had been hindered by countless scenery and rocks, and looked at the neat and solemn sergeant below with a cold gaze over and over again.

The man roared, and there was no sound. makes this already inhabited land a little more lonely and bleak. If it weren't for the hands that couldn't stop trembling in front of his chest, his calm gaze as cold as a knife. Men who are not very tall may not be convincing at all.

Liu Yuan governs the army and pays attention to an order to prohibit. Therefore, this group of sergeants with the elite cavalry of the Northland as the axis is naturally the combat strategy of the Northland cavalry.

However, in an instant, at the beginning of Hou Shan's troops, the intricate crowds below have changed from three or two to four or five into a line, and the whole team has been as straight as a line in a blink of an eye, and it is like a bridge. In addition, there is a slight gap between the front and back, the left and right sides, but there is no sense of crowding, but it adds a bit of majesty.

The so-called training of troops is as good as tending to the arm, and this must be nothing more than that.

Qian Jia was silent, and he was already tall, but he seemed to stand out from the crowd at this time. If it weren't for the man's constant rubbing and tapping on the scabbard with his fingertips every few moments to divert attention, with Hou Shan alone being able to resist the momentum of a thousand armies, Qian Jia asked himself if he couldn't hold out for a long time.

It seems that for the man standing alone on the top of the mountain, he has long developed that obedience is the only standard, and bending down to obey orders respectfully is the most appropriate and appropriate way among the standards.

Wu Lin, who laughed and joked about Qian Jia, did not dare to talk nonsense, if it is said that the reason why Qian Jia admired Wu Lin was because of his courage and courage in the bloody battlefield, as well as the spirit and courage of not giving up until he reached his goal. Then for Hou Shan and Wu Lin, it is awe and respect in his heart.

Back then, when Vice General Hou dared to rush into the eight hundred horsemen, the most elite and brave in the north, he Wu Lin was really not far away.

Hou Shan did not pull his throat and continue to speak, but took a rough wine jug from his waist and wiped the wine stopper that had been stained with a lot of dust.

The man coughed in a low voice, his bright eyes looked down dryly for a long time, but his rolling throat coughed dryly for a long time, and when the autumn wind lifted half of the sand, the most powerful man in this place could not spit out half a sentence.

It is no wonder that the sergeant's service to the battlefield is meritorious, and it is merit to obtain the enemy's head, but no one has ever said that these rough men can also hold a wonderful pen to add flowers, and can also have nephrite in the warm fragrance.

Hou Shan held the wine jug that had not been pulled off the wine stopper, and he could hear the sound of the wind in his ears.

He was silent and hesitated for a long time, looking at the neat and solemn procession below, the man just pulled off the wine stopper and poured a full sip of wine into the robe below.

Changge is stained with dust, liver and gallbladder ice and snow. Until his flat cheeks were swollen by the wine in his mouth, I don't know whether it was because of choking or because the pot of liquor was too scorching, a red tide appeared on the face of the silent man.

He still refused to admit defeat, regardless of the silk thread flowing down the corner of his mouth, he still poured straight out. Even if the occasional drink falls, it is swallowed back by the burping man.

Vice Admiral Hou was silent, only the empty wine jug swayed up and down, like the wind.

"I, Hou Shan, have felt guilty about you all these years. The man held back for a long time, and his mouth was fragrant, and he only spit out such a sentence that was not salty or light.

Wu Lin was a little puzzled and a little touched. The man who had experienced the bloody battle didn't know how to answer, whether it was the rare true feelings of Vice General Hou, who was blinded by lard, or other reasons, he Wu Lin really didn't understand very well.

He just vaguely remembered that at that time, a man in a red robe and a black saddle drank a pot of spirits like this, and his black face was so indifferent, and he resolutely rushed into the phalanx set up by the Nandi infantry soldiers. But the result was that it was not until a long time later that the army returned from the south, only to see the black saddle sinking into the earth, and the red robe stained with dust and hanging trees.

This is a sight that has passed many years. Wu Lin still remembers it vividly, and his thoughts hurt his mind.

Wu Lin seemed to be panicked by the scene in front of him, and he looked up in a daze. looked at Vice General Hou, who rarely revealed his true feelings. There is also an irrepressible sadness and discomfort in the man's heart.

A thousand words, at this moment, are all classified as a pale that leaves no traces, and only the pot of turbid wine left in front of them makes people feel at ease.

Hou Shan grunted and swallowed, but the fortitude on his face was not half a point less than the cowardice between his words. On the contrary, the fortitude on the man's face is better than the moment. He stretched out his sleeve and wiped the wine from the corner of his mouth, and dropped the wine jug that accompanied him in the northern and southern wars.

"In those years, I, Hou Shan, also relied on a lonely expedition to the north, and also walked the city tower with enthusiasm. These countless times the smell of blood wafted through the tip of my nose, I, Hou Shan, have never forgotten the slightest. The man whispered, his eyes reminiscing. Until the eyes below were all fixed on the silent man. Only then did he pull out the long knife hanging from his waist and whisper in the autumn wind.

The many sergeants below seemed to be in such a state for the first time, and one by one they held their breath and did not dare to disturb at all, they all raised their heads and looked at the man whose hair was fluttering in the wind.

The man who grinds tofu seems to be ruthless and rude, but he is actually a person with an excellent temperament. He furrowed his eyebrows, and his deep gaze once again swept over the people in front of him one by one. It was only when he swept over the familiar or unfamiliar faces in front of him one by one that Hou Shan, who had the demeanor of a general, spoke slowly and unhurriedly: "Brothers." The blood on the battlefield and the horse leather shroud are just the eight characters of the pen tip for the literati, and they can be used by us and other soldiers in the battle array, and these eight characters are piles of real white bones, bleeding and fluttering. ”

The man's voice was like a flood of bells, and he was excited. If it weren't for the sudden change in tone, the sergeant below would probably have shouted loudly and shook his arms.

After a word, the sergeant was silent, and the man also took advantage of this moment of grief and mourning, paused slightly, he reached out and knocked his head, as if sorting out his thoughts.

It was only when the autumn wind blowing through the grass and trees swirled again that the withered branches and leaves that fell to the ground and hung on the treetops floated up, and he continued: "The human heart is flesh, and you brothers know it. It is common for us to wait for the knife to hit the water, and it is common for us to die for a lifetime. There are even some brothers who have only gone on an expedition once, and their merits have not been established, and they have not even left half of their corpses. Hou Shan didn't want to talk about those impassioned righteousness today, nor did he want to talk about the rampant bandits in Qi'an County. Hou Shan only has two wishes today, sincerely hope that all the brothers will be bloody and angry on the battlefield to kill the enemy and make meritorious contributions, but I hope that all the brothers will return triumphantly. ”

Men's rare language is mild, and it gradually changes from fierce to mild. By the end of his speech, his impassioned tone had become completely affectionate, almost low.

Spirits North Knife Horse, Blue Flag White Armor Lonely Grave.

Liu Yuan and Fei Jun stayed where they were, their words had reached the extreme, and if they continued, they would be afraid of hurting the friendship of their colleagues and fellow villagers.

Fei Jun took small steps, pacing back and forth boringly.

Fei Jun paced, usually moving slowly in small steps, enjoying the haze scenery. If you don't finish a trail, the man who has not finished the rise will never retract his steps to move forward. This is Fei Jun's unknown habit. But today, the man who obviously had a lot on his mind returned halfway for the first time, and without waiting for the scenery along the way to step on them one by one, the man who was dressed simply but had three points of antiquity resolutely retracted his steps and stood beside Liu Yuan again. There have been many deviations and differences from his consistent attitude of administering the army and running schools.

Liu Yuan didn't pay attention to it, but was thinking about the strategy in his heart.

Suppressing bandits, to be honest, Liu Yuan has not done any less things like this. It's just that today, when Fei Jun came to the door, Liu Yuan, who has always advocated the speed of soldiers and waiting for the opportunity, had to re-deduce and deduce this game of chess that must be the winner.

If it were in normal times, the suppression of bandits would be nothing more than bloodstained knives and a few more lonely graves. But now in the situation in Longhai County, although the men are in the ranks, Liu Yuan, who pursues a civil and military incompatibility, will still be more or less resistant.

In recent years, Liu Yuan has heard the stories and legends of the lonely boat in the officialdom and the drowning of good travelers.

But looking at this rich and peaceful Great Chu day by day, the breath is dying, how can Liu Yuan, who was born in a Confucian crown, not understand the truth.

Although he has now become a general, Liu Yuan, who has changed from a Confucian crown to an armor, remembers it better than anyone else that the Wenchen died and the military generals fought to the death as written in the history books.

That kind of ambition is fierce and has nowhere to show, and the grievances of the liver and gallbladder ice and snow are expressed without land, but he Liu Yuan is vivid. Always prepare the north knife to hang the south sheath, and the north armor to break the south knot.

It's just that Liu Yuan never said it to others, and he didn't even mention Fei Jun with him.