The general died in a hundred battles

After Bai Qian went to the front line, Xiling Ye did not entrust him with a heavy task. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

just let him stay in the prince's tent every day and pretend to be the prince Yu Wenze.

The prince either goes out to plant flowers or reads at home on weekdays, which is very boring. The flowers that this will bring have all been planted for him, so now Bai Qian is left with the option of reading military books in the tent every day, and he is very depressed.

Yu Wenze is younger than Xilingye in terms of age, probably because of the royal genes, he eats well, he develops very well, and he is a cut above Xilingye early.

Bai Qian and Yu Wenze are indeed similar in shape, especially when they look almost identical from behind. And then there is nothing else in common other than that. Bai Qian really can't get out.

However, Bai Qian is really not suitable for military fighting, and he knows this, which can be regarded as Xiling Ye's special care for him.

Bai Qian quickly understood why a prince was so easily impersonated. This prince really doesn't do anything, and he doesn't see anyone all day long. The big and small things in the barracks are all handled by Xiling Ye, and it's very hard to think about it.

Naturally, the battle was still fought very hard, as could be seen from Xiling Ye's frowning brows.

Later, he finally began to talk to Bai Qian about some problems about the battle situation, and sometimes asked Bai Qian's opinion. But that was half a year after Shirazen entered the barracks.

Almost with an intuition, Bai Qian knew that Xiling Ye had a lot of fine works around him.

There are many affairs in the army, and he has to go back and forth with the details of all parties, and he doesn't know how his brain works. Recently, I have heard him say that because the war has dragged on for more and more, the treasury is gradually unable to support it. The imperial court has issued several decrees, openly and covertly, asking him to make peace as soon as possible.

Xilingye naturally did not intend to make peace.

He was bent on driving the enemy out of Yumen Pass and seeking a stable and solid peace for the people.

If it was still a distant concept about the battlefield and the horse leather shroud in the past, this time Bai Qian finally saw it.

When he first arrived, he thought that these people were crazy, and they were so enthusiastic about killing people, always showing off how many enemies they had killed. If the enemy's life is simply a mustard or something like that, you don't need to care about it at all.

Yes, the enemy's life, how to say it, I don't know how to calculate it, probably not equal to the life of one's own people. On the battlefield where either the enemy dies or you die, it is naturally better for others to die.

Xiling Ye is very eloquent, and he can always accurately capture some subtle emotions of his soldiers, and then render and expand them, igniting the passion of the entire battlefield.

For a while, Bai Qian felt that Xiling Ye was terrible, obviously his eyebrows and eyes were exactly the same as the kind and upright person in the past, but now Xiling Ye is more like a bloodthirsty maniac who has been captured by the devil.

It was also at that time that Bai Qian really saw the power of the Long Yuan Sword, it was a sword that was thirsty for killing, and it was difficult for the sword to survive wherever the sword wind went. That kind of Xiling Ye and Long Yuan Sword seem to have fused together.

He tirelessly commanded one fight after another, so ruthless that he never knew him again.

There is always a strange atmosphere on the battlefield, powerful enough to change everyone who enters this environment, and Bai Qian is naturally not exempt from vulgarity.

He quickly adapted to all this, and smoothly accepted Xilingye's ideas that he had previously considered cruel, and became the same enemy as the whole army.

In this way, he began to be dissatisfied with living in the barracks every day, and began to be eager to go into battle to kill the enemy. With the acquiescence of Xiling Ye, he even led the team to carry out several sneak attack missions.

He did a good job, setting fire to the opponent's military camp, seeing people kill people or something, he was very skilled.

's father Bai Ying is a terrifying first-class killer on the rivers and lakes, and he has the true biography of Bai Ying. Bai Qian on the battlefield is worthy of being a descendant of a killer, with superb swordsmanship and first-class courage.

I don't know how many times stronger than the original prince who can only grow flowers and write.

The first time he went to kill someone he didn't know, Bai Qian's heart was very resistant, but the other party was too careless, so he hacked him to death casually.

Although he only had the thought of escaping when he saw the resentful eyes of the fallen corpse that had not yet been closed, he had no way to escape.

Behind him were hundreds of soldiers who followed him, their eager eyes and cheers telling him that they wanted him to do this, and that they wanted him to continue to do so.

There was no way back for him, and behind him were thousands of eager young beings, and in front of him were countless enemy troops with fierce minions.

Although they have never known each other, each of them wants the other's life.

The news of the prince's personal conquest soon spread throughout the enemy and our military camps, which greatly boosted the morale of our army.

Only then did Bai Qian realize that it was difficult for him to ride a tiger, and Xiling Ye's letter had been sent to the capital.

One day, in the gap between the two sides, Bai Qianqian took stock of his heart and looked at Xiling Ye, who was busy and couldn't see anyone.

Xiling Ye sat quietly in front of the desk to review some information, and there was a parchment map on the table.

If it weren't for the admiration of Bai Qian everywhere, what he was carrying at the moment would be a pot of wine.

Finding a random place and sitting down, he spread his hands towards Xiling Ye and complained: "Do these people under you really regard me as the prince?"

When Xiling Ye heard this, he put down the pen in his hand, straightened his collar, and said with a serious face: "The last general doesn't know that His Royal Highness the Prince is coming, and he has missed the welcome, so please atone for your sins." ”

Bai Qian wanted to cry without tears, so he put the white porcelain plate in his hand on Xiling Ye's bookcase.

continued: "Xiao Ye, you see that you are getting thinner and thinner, is it good to eat more, and you can fight by yourself when you get fat." ”

Xiling Ye raised his sore right hand and rubbed it, and said, "It's okay, isn't this your highness worried about the last general? ”

Bai Qian: "I look different from the prince, why doesn't anyone suspect it?"

Xiling Ye's face did not change, and his tone was surprisingly relaxed. replied: "It's definitely different, but don't worry, I killed all the people who knew the prince in this barracks." ”

Bai Qian was embarrassed for a moment and didn't know what to say.

Xiling Ye leisurely picked up a piece of golden dim sum and put it in his mouth, and said to himself: "I hope this trick can buy me a little time." ”

Bai Qian: "Xiao Ye, you have planned it a long time ago?"

Xiling Ye hurriedly waved his hand and said, "No, no, no, I'm just temporary." ”

The prince had dinner in the Xiling Ye tent, and the two of them chatted until the middle of the moon, and then they stretched out lazily before they came out.

The soldiers all said that the prince and the general have such a good relationship, which is really a blessing for the three armies.

In a blink of an eye, it had been almost a year since Bai Qian came to Xiling Ye's side, and when he walked out of the military tent, it happened to be snowing lightly in the sky. The first snow of the year came late, but the cold north wind blew early.

For people like Bai Qian, who grew up in Lingnan, he hasn't seen much snow yet. However, he soon discovered that although the snowflakes were crystal clear, the winter in the northwest was really cold and unbearable. He looked up at the low sky, grabbed his robes and quickly slipped into his tent.

In the darkness, a thin figure paused for a long time in the direction he had left, and no one in the gloomy barracks noticed it.