Ulan Baatar was successful in everything he did from childhood to adulthood, and because of this, more and more people began to follow in his footsteps, believing in him, from lowly slaves to brave tribal warriors.

This loyalty is even greater than that of Tuoba Lie, the king of the steppe.

But he is still very unconfident, he has never been a confident person.

Everything he did, he knew that it was the right thing to do, not a gamble, but an inevitability, what is there to be confident in?

It's like knowing that you can swim and you won't drown in the water, it's the most common thing, there's nothing to be confident in.

This time, he also had a detailed and careful plan for how to capture Chang'an, but even if everything went according to the plan, he still couldn't guarantee that he would be able to capture Chang'an City, because he didn't know which side Lingxiu Mountain was on.

Of course, in his plan, there was no existence of Lingxiu Mountain at all, or rather, he had been assuming that Lingxiu Mountain was on Liyang's side, after all, there were a group of Central Plains people in it.

But he was not afraid, because he had calculated that once the 70,000 steppe cavalry penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Central Plains, there would really be no one to stop him in a short period of time.

The Liyang Dynasty seemed to be powerful, but with the armies under the prefectures and princes, he didn't even need to make a move, and the 70,000 cavalry only needed to charge back and forth twice to defeat three or even five times his own strength.

This is the confidence he has in the cavalry under his command.

By the time he reached Chang'an City after a long journey, he must have been a tired army, but even his opponent could not deny that it was a mighty army.

What's more, this plan of his started long before the people from Lingxiu Mountain came to him.

As for the Central Plains, he himself has never been here, but for so many years, the grassland and the Central Plains have been trading with each other, is it true that so many tribes on the grassland are just buying items from the Central Plains, and have not explored the meaning of the Central Plains?

This is simply impossible, many years ago, when he was just a slave, the king of the steppe began to send the best scouts to the Central Plains, and even the king who was killed on the throne by his own hands had traveled to Chang'an for several years.

He is extremely unfamiliar with the Central Plains, and at the same time extremely familiar.

Now seeing the grand occasion of the Central Plains, his heart is indeed very touched, but, in contrast, he still prefers the tranquility and vastness of the grassland, which is difficult to find in the prosperity of the Central Plains.

......

The night was deep, and in the high sky, the stars jumped out one by one, so many, so bright, and so far away.

The army was in a row, and a few people hid behind the horses to rest, and there were fires in all directions, and there were swords and soldiers, and from time to time scouts who were on guard at night walked lightly.

In Hanzhou in summer, you don't have to feel cold, but the stinky horse manure everywhere has attracted a lot of huge green-headed flies, and the buzzing noisy people can't sleep.

Ulan Baatar didn't feel noisy, when he was a child, he followed his master to learn to sharpen knives, and at the same time he also had to help the nobles of the tribe raise horses, he had long been used to this kind of thing, but at this time he was still far away.

A person sat on a large bluestone on the side of the road, looked up at the mirror-like moon, even if someone ambushed, or a sneak attack, he would not choose such a night.

He gently brushed the rough stone surface with his fingers, felt the strange touch from his fingertips, felt the scimitar on his waist, took a water bag and poured water, and began to sharpen the knife.

The treasure knife is hidden in the sheath, and sharpening it too often can also damage the blade.

Sharpen knives, or to kill.

"The knife is good. ”

Ulan Baatar did not raise his head, he was able to avoid the many masters in the army, and the characters who came to him were naturally not to be underestimated, and he could feel the other party, and it was entirely because of an intuition about danger.

He just nodded, his eyes still fixed on the knife in his hand, and gently scratched the blade against the stone, the edge of which reflected the silvery moon and a black shadow.

He lowered his eyes and whispered, "What are you doing here?"

Although Ulan Baatar has the incorruptible physique of King Kong, he looks like he belongs to that weak type, and the whole person is two circles smaller than the tall figure behind him.

The man laughed twice and said, "Don't do anything, I'm just here to see how the barbarian army is and how much trouble it can make in the Central Plains." ”

Ulan Baatar picked up a water bag to wash off the stone chips on the blade, and wiped it clean with a dry cloth that absorbed water.

He said very blandly: "Then what does it have to do with you?"

"Haha, it doesn't matter, after all, I'm also a Central Plains person, although I don't care who the emperor above my head is, but if this Jianghu becomes unrecognizable because of this, even I, a madman, feel that it's boring. ”

The man had long loose hair, his chest was open, revealing solid muscles, wrapped in circles of white bandages, and a confident and hideous smile on his face at all times.

Ulan Baatar turned around, took a scimitar, took a deep breath, and said, "What's your name?"

"No return. ”

It was only at this time that Ulan Baatar saw that Hu Bugui was also carrying a scimitar in his hand, similar to the one in his hand, with dripping blood on it, and it was obvious that several soldiers had died in his hands just now.

Hu Bugui smiled and said, "I didn't expect that there were such sharp knives on the grassland. ”

Ulan Baatar looked at Hu Bugui's hand holding the knife, the calluses on the tiger's mouth were very thick, and he had obviously held the knife for many years, he said: "The word Jianghu came from the Central Plains, I don't really understand what it means, but I can probably see that you don't care about this Jianghu no matter what it becomes, you just want to fight." ”

The cool breeze blew through the treetops, and the intellectuals in the trees hissed.

Hu Bugui covered his face with his hands under the tree, and said with a smile: "You are really powerful, you can see it, what to do, I want to invite you to drink." ”

Ulan Baatar had no affection for the man in front of him, but, inexplicably, a touch of sympathy welled up in his heart.

This feeling was quickly stifled by him, if he sympathized with his opponent, then he would die, he understood this very well, the scimitar in his hand was raised slightly, but his head was quickly tilted back.

As he spoke, Hu Bugui had already taken the lead, and if Battle was a little slower to hide, he would have his head cut off by this scimitar.

As if they had made an appointment, the two stood still with their legs, letting the sword light fly and roll between the feet, the steel collided, sparks flew everywhere, and the sound was like thunder, and it was as far as miles away.

Even the ones who slept to death should have woken up at this time, but before they could react, everything had already returned to silence.

The battle started suddenly, and ended suddenly.

In a short period of time, the two didn't know how many moves they had fought, and Hu Bugui was still holding a knife in his hand, but the blade had been cut off.

The knife in Ulan Batel's hand was no better, the blade was rolled upside down, and there were dozens of gaps, and there was dripping blood and fresh flesh hanging on it.

The light in his eyes dimmed a little, and he looked a little tired.

Hu Bugui only looked at him, with a rare serious look on his face, and said, "You are very empty." ”

"Why do you say that?"

"Because you have a knife is very empty, many years ago, I went to the grassland once, your knife is the same as the sky of the grassland, if the knife is like its person, then you, you don't want to come to the Central Plains at all, right?"

Ulan Baatar did not deny it, but just said: "People are in the rivers and lakes, and they can't help themselves." ”

Hu Bugui suddenly smiled and said: "You also said that you don't understand the rivers and lakes, you are simply an authentic old Jianghu!"

The sound stopped abruptly.

The crowd had gathered around them by this time, with torches in their hands, and the light of the fire illuminated the place, and Hu Bu had already died, though he was still standing there.

Ulan Baatar waved his hand to signal everyone to stand back, and he casually threw the knife aside, and continued to sit on the big bluestone, humming a little song that Hu Bu hummed when he returned.

"Qingxia sunset flying crows, red dust remnant sword killing, don't return, don't return, get up in the morning with a knife and a gun, the sound of books by the river, have a lover, will be a little lady......"

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Chapter Summary From childhood to adulthood, Ulan Baatar was successful in everything he did, and because of this, more and more people, from lowly slaves to brave tribal warriors, began to follow in his footsteps, believing in and following him.

This loyalty is even greater than that of Tuoba Lie, the king of the steppe.

But he is still very unconfident, he has never been a confident person.

Everything he did, he knew that it was the right thing to do, not a gamble, but an inevitability, what is there to be confident in?

It's like knowing that you can swim and you won't drown in the water, it's the most common thing, there's nothing to be confident in.

This time, he also had a detailed and careful plan for how to capture Chang'an, but even if everything went according to the plan, he still couldn't guarantee that he would be able to capture Chang'an City, because he didn't know which side Lingxiu Mountain was on.

Of course, in his plan, there was no existence of Lingxiu Mountain at all, or rather, he had been assuming that Lingxiu Mountain was on Liyang's side, after all, there were a group of Central Plains people in it.

But he was not afraid, because he had calculated that once the 70,000 steppe cavalry penetrated deep into the hinterland of the Central Plains, there would really be no one to stop him in a short period of time.

The Liyang Dynasty seemed to be powerful, but with the armies under the prefectures and princes, he didn't even need to make a move, and the 70,000 cavalry only needed to charge back and forth twice to defeat three or even five times his own strength.

This is the confidence he has in the cavalry under his command.

By the time he reached Chang'an City after a long journey, he must have been a tired army, but even his opponent could not deny that it was a mighty army.

What's more, this plan of his started long before the people from Lingxiu Mountain came to him.

As for the Central Plains, he himself has never been here, but for so many years, the grassland and the Central Plains have been trading with each other, is it true that so many tribes on the grassland are just buying items from the Central Plains, and have not explored the meaning of the Central Plains?

This is simply impossible, many years ago, when he was just a slave, the king of the steppe began to send the best scouts to the Central Plains, and even the king who was killed on the throne by his own hands had traveled to Chang'an for several years.

He is extremely unfamiliar with the Central Plains, and at the same time extremely familiar.

Now seeing the grand occasion of the Central Plains, his heart is indeed very touched, but, in contrast, he still prefers the tranquility and vastness of the grassland, which is difficult to find in the prosperity of the Central Plains.

......

The night was deep, and in the high sky, the stars jumped out one by one, so many, so bright, and so far away.

The army was in a row, and a few people hid behind the horses to rest, and there were fires in all directions, and there were swords and soldiers, and from time to time scouts who were on guard at night walked lightly.

In Hanzhou in summer, you don't have to feel cold, just the smelly horse manure everywhere