Chapter 407: The Wind Rises and the End of the Storm (7)

Where the north wind rises, there are Song troops marching on the main road towards the heart of the Liao State. Lewen

It's just that among the soldiers of the Western Army wearing Fan Yangli on the head of the blockbuster, there are more men wrapped in thick leather robes and jackets, who are dressed up and don't see the atmosphere in the army, and they are also very enthusiastic when they see people, and their facial features can be moved with a smile when they say beautiful things.

Most of the people in the Western Army are simple men in Kansai, and those who are not simple have gone to manage the Western Army's return to foreign business.

"What is the origin of this group of birds?"

There are people who boast of their big feelings: "But it is a horse dealer in Hebei, this group of birds and men and women are always running to Liao since their ancestors, and they are proficient in the road, and they can drive bows and horses, so they can't fight, and it's appropriate to be a leader of the way!"

"We are also accustomed to seeing these horse dealers in Kansai, all of them are goods that do not want to die in the eyes of money, such people are more obedient than rabbits, if you meet the Liao military horses, but don't flash us in this bird place, but you sneak back to the south to drill the dog hole!"

"If you talk about rabbits, one of the horse sellers is the leader, a good seven-foot Tibetan man, but he has a little white face that is more tender than his mother-in-law, but he is afraid that he is really a rabbit, but he is good for everyone to get angry!"

"That's the famous rich man in Hebei, the first intimate person outside the famous rich man of Hebei and the Lu Dayuan nicknamed 'Jade Qilin', and I don't look at what you bird soldiers look like, except for a few generals, who can move a single hair of his hair?"

The language in the army is rude, and once the topic is tied, it is one of the few pleasures of these fighters, regardless of the horse dealers around. Many astute companions stared at the men of the Western Army who were snickering, and they couldn't hold back the look of wanting to find trouble.

However, the young man led by this group of horse dealers, although his face was coated with a thick layer of antifreeze grease, mixed with the dust along the way, had already formed a layer of stucco shell, but he could still see that the young man's face was as white as snow, and his facial features were delicate.

Although he has handsome eyebrows and a handsome air in his demeanor, when the two companions approached him and called "Brother Xiaoyi", he swept back with a glance:

"Needless to say, the staff sent us over to contribute to the big thing of Liao, except for this big thing, everything can be done. You carefully restrain the people below, and you must seriously lead the army straight to Zhuoyi Erzhou, but there must be no mistake!"

reprimanded these two companions, this young man, who is known as a prodigal son and has a heart by Lu Junyi's side, looked at the north and said coldly: "Be careful about everything, the atmosphere in the north this time is too strange, I always feel that something big is going to happen!"

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From the Song-Liao border all the way to the north, crossing the Zhuoyi Erzhou, where the Zhao and Song dynasties, the Northern Liao, and the Jurchens could not touch the reality of the truth, a military spirit soared into the air like a black cloud pressing down on the city, and there was a faint trace of blood, so that the people who wanted to see it couldn't help but be frightened and difficult to hold themselves.

A black-clothed monk looked up at the military aura that covered the sky and almost covered the four fields, but his face was a calm and steady look, holding a string of crystal jade Buddha beads in one hand, and pulling the thin rope tied around the waist of the yellow gourd on his back with the other, so he walked towards the big tent shrouded in military qi so carelessly.

It is the general style of the Northern Liao National Division.

Contrary to the Liao people's custom of worshipping Buddha throughout the country, although the Jurchens in eastern Liaodong also probably learned from the neighboring Goryeo people that in addition to the witch doctor shaman, there are also some bald monks who do similar things. But since the Jurchen established the country with martial arts, the traditional witch doctors and shamans of the tribe have all avoided the way in front of the newly rising nobles, not to mention this black-clothed bald donkey of unknown origin?

When he landed, there was a Jurchen man with no hair and only two money rat tails dragging on the back of his head, and he screamed, and he opened his bow and shot!

The sound of the sound of the dwarp sounded, but Pu Feng didn't even bother to do the play, just holding the Buddha beads in one hand and the yellow gourd on his back with the other, just walking forward.

The arrow broke through the air, but at the moment when it was about to touch the black brocade robe on Pu Feng's body, it suddenly deflected, and then slipped to the ground.

The swallowtail iron arrowhead, which was supposed to be unique to the Liao army, slammed into the frozen soil, exposing only the bone whistle shaped like an olive, and spontaneously emitted a chilling roar!

An arrow missed, and the Jurchen warrior next to him just laughed at the companion who opened the bow, and then a few stubby Jurchen archers pulled out the iron tire bow captured from the Liao army in their hands, and the bowstring twisted by the cow tendon made a trill, and a Ming Di from the hand of the craftsman of the Liao ** Instrument Workshop shot towards the Northern Liao National Division!

The reputation of the Jurchen army horses being good at shooting was obtained by the Liao army through bloody lessons again and again. If we talk about archery alone, the Liao people are naturally not bad, whether it is the Bohai Sea or the Han people, or the Khitan people and the Xi people who are noble people, which one did not grow up with a bow and arrow when they were young? But the Jurchens, a newly rising fishing and hunting tribe, were born with a fierce blood that fought with the fierce tigers and bears in the mountains, and every time the Liao army and the Jurchen army shot at each other, both sides suffered the same battle losses, and every time the Liao army could not support it in the first place, and the archers who formed the arrow array collapsed! At that time, not only could the Jurchen military horses not be able to say that everyone wore armor, but even the bows and arrows were the most unbearable bull horn bows and bone arrows, which could suppress and beat the well-equipped Khitan military horses!

But Pu Feng still ignored this wave of arrows, flicked the Buddha beads in his hand with one hand, and walked forward unhurriedly.

However, one by one, when it was approaching the body of the Pufeng monk, it was as if it had fallen into a sticky mud, and it stopped working hard in an instant, and either deviated from the target, or fell directly to the ground.

The Jurchens are indeed rare brute brave and bloodthirsty, but they can force the Liao State, a state of ten thousand times in the north, to the point where the mountains and rivers are exhausted, and there are also people who are thoughtful.

Immediately, a few Pu Liyan glanced at each other, and they were about to run towards the big tent of the nobles in the army.

But before they could act, Pufeng's figure walked in front of them so unhurriedly.

There was even a voice like thunder: "The poor monk is the hero of the great Liao Tui Zhongyi Shengkuang Guo Zanzhi Pure Virtue, the Kaifu Yi and the Three Divisions Shou Taishi, the Shangzhu State Liang Guogong, the Auxiliary State Guangjiao Master, the Zishamen Pufeng, and the nobles of Dajin!"

In the voice, a wave of air rose from the feet of this Northern Liao national teacher, and even flew out of these Jurchen Puliyan.

This time, the entire Jurchen camp was finally completely alarmed, and I don't know how many military horses surrounded the Pufeng monk in it!