When Yang Ming woke up from his slumber, what he saw in front of him was the top of the military tent. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Although he was covered with a thin quilt, he still felt that the temperature around him could take away the lives of ordinary people.

However, Yang Ming's body was protected by surging true qi, so the cold temperature around him did not have any effect on his body.

"Here?"

Lifting the thin quilt and standing up, when Yang Ming walked out of the military tent, a cold wind blew on his face.

It was around noon, and the sky was covered with a thick layer of clouds.

Outside the military tent where Yang Ming was, there were dense military tents lined up around him, and farther away he could see groups of soldiers patrolling in cotton clothes and armor.

The events before the coma gradually recalled, and Yang Ming quickly understood his situation.

It seems that the Song army saved him from a coma on the edge of the battlefield after defeating the Western Xia army with his help.

"Ziwei Soft Sword and Xuantie Divine Sword are gone, they were taken away by Song Jun!"

Looking down at his empty hands, Yang Ming sneered, and rushed towards Song Jun's handsome tent with a kick of his feet.

Although there are thousands of Song army tents densely lined up on this snowfield, the most luxurious and magnificent military tent must be the commander's tent, which is a thing that is acceptable to any army.

After a while, Yang Ming came to the tent guarded by two teams of elite soldiers, and then used his light skills to rush into the tent.

Although the two teams of elite soldiers guarding the tent wanted to stop him, Yang Ming had already rushed past them before these soldiers could stab their swords and guns.

After Yang Ming entered the tent, a strong smell of medicine immediately rushed into his nose.

This tent, which can accommodate about thirty people, now has only four people inside.

A middle-aged man in his forties with a pale face was lying on the bed, surrounded by a middle-aged man with a medicine box like a doctor, a middle-aged general in armor, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl in a yellow dress.

I heard the sound of Yang Ming rushing into the handsome tent. The middle-aged general and the girl in the yellow dress both turned their heads to look at him, and then four more soldiers guarding the tent rushed in.

Because it was in the tent, the four soldiers just pointed their knives and guns at Yang Ming, and then looked at the middle-aged general with inquiring eyes.

"You all get out!"

After the middle-aged general gave the order, the four soldiers immediately retreated.

Then, the middle-aged general walked up to Yang Ming and clenched his fists and said.

"The non-commissioned officers of our army are rude. Please don't blame the child!"

Yang Ming pursed his lips and smiled, and said indifferently.

"Naturally, I don't care about that kind of trivial matter! The general should know that I killed the masters of the Western Xia army and their generals before I fell unconscious, and helped you win the war, and you also saved me from being unconscious, so we don't owe each other anything now. ”

"Childe saved 100,000 of our soldiers, and we just took care of the unconscious Childe, naturally Childe is deeply grateful to us, and our Longyou Army will definitely do its best to repay Childe. ”

looked at the middle-aged general's honest and honest face like Guo Jing. Yang Ming couldn't help but think of Yang Kang in his heart.

If this general of the Longyou Army really thanked him for his kindness, then they would not have taken away the Ziwei Soft Sword and the Xuantie Divine Sword while he was unconscious.

However, this Song army did not take advantage of the fact that he was unconscious to kill himself and occupy two divine weapons, which can be regarded as worthy of himself.

As for letting this Longyou army repay him any kindness, Yang Ming didn't think about it at all.

He just wanted to retrieve the Ziwei Soft Sword and the Xuantie Divine Sword now, and then leave this icy ghost place immediately.

"General! Since I said that we owe each other nothing, I have no kindness to your Longyou Army! Now, I would like to ask the general to return my two swords. Please also ask the general not to refuse. ”

The middle-aged general was stunned for a moment, and said with a surprised expression.

"Because Childe's sword is really a divine weapon. We took it for our son. It's only natural for Childe to want the sword back, but we still have something to trouble Childe-"

"No interest!"

Before the middle-aged general could finish speaking, Yang Ming interrupted him.

"I helped you defeat the Western Xia army before, just to protect yourself. Now that I've recovered most of my strength, I've been able to leave this snowfield on my own, and there's no need to continue working with you. ”

"Childe, you ......"

looked at the determined expression on Yang Ming's face. The middle-aged general's face became ugly.

At this moment, the doctor next to the middle-aged patient shook his head and said.

Although the sword wound suffered by the marshal is not serious, he is now suffering from cold poison in his body, and there is no precious medicine in our army, and the old man is now weak. ”

"No, no! You must save my daddy, Wanting please!"

The girl in the yellow dress burst into tears and knelt down in front of the doctor and pleaded.

The doctor showed an embarrassed expression, and helped the girl in the yellow dress up and said.

"Miss, the old man really has no choice, after all, it is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice. Now there is no good medicine in our army, and if you want to save the marshal, there is no hope unless there are masters in the rivers and lakes who consume their skills to help the marshal expel the cold poison. ”

Hearing the doctor's words, the middle-aged general's eyes lit up, and his eyes stared at Yang Ming with burning eyes.

"If Childe can take the head of the Western Xia general among the ten thousand troops, he must be a person with superb martial arts, and I ask Childe to save my eldest brother's life. ”

After speaking, the middle-aged general actually knelt down on one knee.

Yang Ming looked down at the middle-aged general and said expressionlessly.

"What does it matter to me whether you are marshal or alive? Please return the sword to me, and I will leave here as soon as possible. ”

"Childe, please save my father, Wanting will definitely repay you for being a slave and a servant!"

At this moment, the girl in the yellow dress ran to Yang Ming and knelt down, hugging Yang Ming's right leg tightly with both hands.

"My father defeated Western Xia for the Great Song Dynasty's expedition against Longyou, he is a person who has made great contributions to the country, and he should never die because of the villain's plot. ”

"Defeat the Western Xia?"

Yang Ming looked interested and said with a smile.

"Then tell me your situation in detail, and if this marshal is really a meritorious person in the country, I will save his life. ”

Hearing Yang Ming's words, Wanting, a girl in a yellow dress, looked at the middle-aged general for help. The middle-aged general nodded, and then spoke to Yang Ming.

As Yang Ming had guessed before, he had now come to the Heavenly Dragon World of the Northern Song Dynasty.

And the Longyou army in front of him is the only time that the Zhao and Song royal families have ruled the country for 300 years, and the army that has stood up and expanded the territory, expanded the territory, and opened the border to conquer Longyou.

This world is also a martial arts world where masters of the rivers and lakes come and go, but the process of opening the river is also the same as in the history that Yang Ming knows.

This time, the Song Dynasty gathered an army of 320,000. Divide the troops into five ways to attack the Western Xia army in the Longyou region.

Originally, the 320,000 army was to easily crush the Western Xia and Tubo to the destruction of the country.

However, because the Song Dynasty emphasized literature and light military force, and the generals who commanded the army were all civilian officials who did not understand military affairs, the other four armies of the Song army were all defeated by the Western Xia army with less, and the cold weather and the frozen grain and grass were lost, and when the Song army's four-way army retreated, 140,000 people died of starvation, and less than 20,000 people died at the hands of the Western Xia army.

Among the five armies of the Song army, only Li Xian led 70,000 Song troops and 30,000 Tubo soldiers to defeat the Western Xia army and capture the Western Envoy City to capture Lanzhou, but because the other four Song armies were defeated and lost. The army led by Li Xian also had to withdraw from the Longyou region.

But at this time, Helian Tieshu, the generalissimo of the Western Xia Kingdom, also led an army of 150,000 to surround and kill Li Xian's 100,000 army in the Longyou area.

Originally, Li Xian might not lose against Helian Tieshu's 150,000 army with an army of 100,000, but Helian Tieshu sent a master of Yipintang in Western Xia to assassinate the generals of the Song army, and even Li Xian, the marshal of the unified army, was seriously injured by a master of Yipintang in Western Xia.

The person who now commanded the Song army in place of Li Xian was his younger brother Li Xin, the middle-aged general in front of Yang Ming.

And Wanting, the girl in the yellow skirt, is Li Xian's only daughter Li Wanting.

After listening to Li Xin's narration. Yang Ming said with a frown.

"Since there are masters of Yipintang in Western Xia to help in the battle, don't you Song Army have masters from the rivers and lakes to help?"

Li Xin lowered his head. said with a resentful face.

"Among our Song army, there are naturally also masters of the rivers and lakes who love the country and the people, and their martial arts are not lost to the masters of Yipintang in Western Xia. However, Xixia Yipintang found a young master named Li Yanzong out of nowhere, his martial arts are unimaginably high, and all the masters of our Song army were killed by that Li Yanzong alone. ”

"Li Yanzong?"

Hearing this name, Yang Ming had a strange look on his face.

North Qiao Feng South Murong. They are the two young masters of the Tianlong world.

Although these two young masters are people of different races, Qiao Feng still has his heart towards the Han people despite the blood feud, and the Murong clan has been in the Han Dynasty for hundreds of years, but he is bent on causing trouble in the world and reviving the Yan Kingdom.

In order to obtain the help of all parties in the great cause of restoring the country, Murong Fu even made the matter of joining the Western Xia Yipintang under the pseudonym Li Yanzong to help the Western Xia attack the Song State.

It's a pity that although Murong Fu has the ambition of a hero, he does not have the mind and wrist of a hero. In the end, he betrayed his relatives and completely lost the hope of recovering the country.

"My father was injured in Li Yanzong's hands, please ask Yang Gongzi to save my father!"

Hearing Li Wanting's pleading, Yang Ming nodded and said.

"Your father can defeat the Western Xia army, and such a general should never die in the hands of a villain like Li Yanzong. ”

After speaking, Yang Ming walked to Li Xian's bedside, grabbed his right wrist and sent his true qi into his body.

Although Li Xian was severely injured by Murong Fu, it was not life-threatening, the real trouble was that after Li Xian was seriously injured, the cold poison entered the body, and there were no precious medicinal materials to treat Li Xian in the army.

Although Yang Ming is not a doctor, his true qi is an extreme yang attribute, so after his true qi is sent to Li Xian's body, the cold poison in Li Xian's body immediately disappears like ice and snow meeting sunlight.

At the same time that Yang Ming was driving away the cold poison for Li Xian, the sound of shouting and killing suddenly sounded outside, and then a soldier rushed into the tent in a panic.

Helian Tieshu, the generalissimo of the Western Xia Expedition to the East, led an army of 100,000 to attack us, and they were already less than ten miles away from our army. ”

"It's coming so fast? Is it the ...... that the sky is going to kill me this time?"

Li Xin's body shook a little, and he almost couldn't stand steadily.

"Humph!"

Yang Ming snorted coldly, and mocked while sending the true qi into Li Xian's body.

"Why should General Li be afraid? Isn't the 100,000 Song army still unable to defeat the 100,000 Western Xia army?"

"My eldest brother is strict in governing the army, and the soldiers are elite, even if there are only 50,000 people, I can also defeat the 100,000 army of Western Xia......! But Helian Tieshu was around. It must be with a large number of masters of the Xixia Yipintang, if they assassinate our generals......"

"Bring me two swords! I will help you kill the master of the Xixia Yipintang, and then help you take down the head of Helian Tieshu. ”

Li Xin looked at Yang Ming with suspicion, and finally left the tent to get Yang Ming's Ziwei Soft Sword and Xuantie Divine Sword.

Although Li Xin didn't think that Yang Ming's martial arts could beat Li Yanzong, now was the critical moment for the survival of the army, and it could only be a dead horse as a live horse doctor.

When Yang Ming wore two long swords and walked out of the tent with Li Xin. The Song soldiers were already lined up on the snowfield with swords, guns, swords, and halberds, while the Western Xia army had already charged from the west.

"Young Master Yang, please look, the bearded young general at the front of the Western Xia army is Li Yanzong!"

Looking in the direction of Li Xin's finger, he saw a Western Xia warrior with a beard riding a horse and charging forward.

The masters of the Yipintang of Western Xia were basically wearing warrior suits that were convenient for fighting, but that Li Yanzong was wearing armor and helmets like soldiers.

"General Li, is that Li Yanzong a general in the Western Xia Army?"

Hearing Yang Ming's inquiry, Li Xin shook his head and said.

"Although Li Yanzong is the person with the highest martial arts in the Yipintang of the Western Xia, his military position is only Helian Tieshu's personal guard, not the commander of the Western Xia army. ”

"So to speak. Li Yanzong is really pitiful!"

Although Murong Fu is the person with the highest martial arts in Xixia Yipintang, the founder of Xixia Yipintang is Li Qiushui, the empress dowager of Xixia, and Murong Fu's martial arts are completely crushed in front of Li Qiushui, so it is impossible for Murong Fu to replace Li Qiushui in control of Xixia Yipintang.

As for Murong Fu's military position, as Helian Tieshu's personal guard, he is actually equivalent to Helian Tieshu's domestic slave, and he does not have the slightest military power in his hands.

Helian Tieshu is worthy of being a masterpiece of a generation, presumably he saw Murong Fu's ambition. That's why he tied Murong Fu tightly to his side, and he just used Murong Fu as a pawn.

"General Lee. I'll go and meet that Li Yanzong for a while! If I kill those masters of the Xixia Yipintang, you can rest assured that you can lead the generals under your command to command the army!"

"Then please Yang Gongzi!"

Yang Ming nodded, and then rushed towards the Western Xia army like an arrow under his feet.

When he left the range of the Song army's military formation and was less than twenty meters away from the Western Xia army, Yang Ming jumped into the air, and then pulled out the crape myrtle soft sword at his waist with his right hand.

Boom!

A half-moon-shaped purple-red sword aura. slashed towards Li Yanzong, who was under the alias of Murong Fu.

Murong Fu looked at Yang Ming with wide eyes in surprise, and then slapped the horse's back with both palms and flew up, dodging Yang Ming's sword qi.

However, the horse that Murong Fu was riding was cut into two pieces by Yang Ming's sword qi, and the dead could no longer die.

Seeing that Murong Fu didn't cherish his war horse at all. Yang Ming sneered and pounced on Murong Fu.

"Who are you, when did you have such a master in the Song army?"

Murong Fu questioned Yang Ming as he swung his long knife and slashed at Yang Ming.

Just when the two staggered, Yang Ming's Ziwei soft sword slashed together with the long knife in Murong Fu's hand, and then the long knife in Murong Fu's hand was silently cut off by the Ziwei soft sword.

Murong Fu's eyes immediately widened, revealing a shocked expression.

At this time, Yang Ming had already rushed into the Western Xia army and fell in front of a Western Xia Yipintang master.

This Xixia Yipintang master pulled out his long sword and slashed at Yang Ming, but Yang Ming took the first step and stretched out his left index finger and hit him on the forehead.

Bang!

The forehead of this Xixia Yipintang master was pierced by a strong finger force, and Yang Ming didn't look at his corpse, and rushed towards another Xixia Yipintang master.

"Damn! I'm going to kill you!"

Seeing that Yang Ming gave up his hand to kill the master of the Xixia Yipintang, Murong Fu shouted angrily, threw down his hand and cut off his sword, pulled out his long sword, and chased after Yang Ming.

Most of the masters of the Xixia Yipintang were cultivated by the Empress Dowager Li Qiushui of the Western Xia, and each of them was extremely precious, so Murong Fu's main task was to kill the people with strong martial arts in the Song army, so as not to kill too many of the masters of the Xixia Yipintang by the masters of the Song army. (To be continued.) )