Chapter 108: Assassination

Songshan Mountain, Shaomuro Mountain.

The beggar gang invited martial arts people from all over the world to go to the national disaster.

Shaolin, Songshan, Qingcheng, Penglai, Tangmen, Kunlun, Kongtong and many other sects gathered to sound, and there are also Juxianzhuang, Zuojiazhuang, Liaojiazhai and other martial arts strength to help, at this time the heroes will gather talents, martial arts knights can not be counted.

The position of the leader of the alliance is the top priority of this martial arts conference.

In today's rivers and lakes, if you talk about prestige, martial arts, financial resources, and virtue, there are only two people who can enter the eyes of heroes in the world: Murong Fu, the son of the Murong family of Yanziwu, and Murong Fu, the second ink pool.

Although the former was slightly inferior to Mo Dump Chi in terms of prestige, martial arts, financial strength, and virtue, it was not without a competition, but this person did not participate in the gathering at this time, so he was directly excluded.

Therefore, after a trivial controversy, the position of the leader of the Martial Arts Alliance finally fell into the hands of Mo Dump Chi.

Everything is simple, after Mo Dumping Chi succeeded to the position of the leader of the Wulin Alliance, the troops were divided into three routes, one route was under the command of the beggar gang to Dasanguan to support, one route was commanded by the Shaolin Xuan Lin Abbot to go to the border of Tubo to help, and the last route was personally commanded by Mo Dump Chi, and went straight to Yanmen Pass, breaking the confrontation between Liao and Song.

Undisputed.

November 25, heavy snowfall.

Mo Dump Chi has just served as the leader of the martial arts alliance, and the strategy has been decided, and the troops are divided into three ways to fight against foreign enemies and go to the country together.

The Songshan faction, Zuojiazhuang, Qixingmen, Qingcheng faction, Kunlun faction and so on followed.

Horses gallop.

Three hundred and thirty-three healthy horses galloped and rushed to Yanmen Pass.

Halfway through, the ink poured into the pond paused slightly.

A horse galloped back, facing the ink pouring pool.

The horse stopped in front of the Ink Pool.

Dismounted, and immediately the woman knelt down on one knee in front of Mo Tingchi, and replied: "Returning to the son, Brother Baichuan has sacrificed his life for the country" and cried.

Mo Dumpchi's pupils shrank, and he waved his hand to make the woman get up: "Get on the horse and go to Yanmen Pass." ”

The woman complied and immediately mounted her horse.

Three hundred and thirty-four horses galloped, and the earth roared. Rush to Yanmen Pass.

There was no one on the road who spoke.

The wind is sluggish and the water is cold, and the strong man will never return.

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As soon as the battle at Yanmen Pass was covered, Zhao Xu, the son of heaven, was in a mess, but he did not go back to his room to rest. Instead, he waited before the gate of Yanmen.

The surrounding soldiers persuaded him several times, but it was difficult to shake it.

The cold wind was cold, like a ghost roaring, piercing and cold.

Zhao Xu, who was wearing a yellow robe, also trembled, but did not move a step. Look ahead.

And after a long time, the earth shook suddenly.

A gray shadow came in the distance.

One man, one horse!

The banner of the Great Song Dynasty is flying, this is the messenger.

The person was stopped, and the news quickly reached Zhao Xu's ears, saying: "The martial arts alliance leader Mo Dumpchi led the martial arts heroes to Yanmen Pass. ”

Zhao Xu was ecstatic on his face, and immediately got on the horse and opened the city gate to greet Mo Dump Chi in person.

The generals were shocked, but did not disagree.

There are two reasons: first, the ink dumping pond is not only famous for shaking the rivers and lakes but also the government and the opposition, and second, the war is urgent, and the ink dumping pond has repeatedly sent his subordinates to transport a large amount of grain and medicine to Yanmen Pass. No one up and down the Yanmen Gate is grateful for the kindness of the ink pouring pool.

Zhao Xu, the Son of Heaven, and the top ten generals personally went out of the city to greet Mo Dump Pool.

A quarter of an hour later, the ink poured into the pool immediately arrived.

Three hundred and thirty-four healthy horses, covering the sky and the earth, magnificent.

Mo Dump Chi stopped and walked thirty steps away from Zhao Xu.

The rest of the people also stopped their horses, and at the same moment, the generals were shocked.

Well-trained, neat and uniform, not inferior to the soldiers who have been trained for many years, although they have only just seen the ink pouring pool, everyone has already developed a good impression of the ink pouring pool.

The horse neighed.

Zhao Xu took the lead. Gallop forward.

Mo poured the pool before getting off the horse, and he also took the lead to meet Zhao Xu, the son of heaven.

Two horses against two horses.

The court to the rivers and lakes.

The most noble person in the court, a crown of the rivers and lakes.

Zhao Xu smiled and looked at the ink pouring pool for a while, and took the lead in giving his hand. sighed: "I haven't seen you for a few months, is my husband okay?"

Mo poured Chi and said: "Everything is fine, but Wen Yi Long Yuan has begun to be chaotic because of the loss of the general manager. ”

Zhao Xu said with a smile: "Although the widow is willing to be the head of Mr. again, but when it is undecided today, the mountains and rivers are shaky, so he gives up his own good." Put on the armor of battle to go to the country. ”

Before the Yanmen Gate, the top ten guards bowed their heads one after another, looking at Zhao Xu, respectful and pious.

Song Yangzi, Qing Xuzi, Zuo Qiu Ming, Sima Lin, and Hai Fengzi looked at the Double Dragon Club in front of them, dumbfounded, with doubts and shocks in their eyes.

Mo Tianchi looked calm and said, "Whether it is for my chief manager or for the current Great Song Dynasty, I will come here." ”

Zhao Xu looked moved, stood up immediately, bowed, and said, "Thank you Mr. for your help, Zhao Xu is unforgettable." ”

Mo Tingchi nodded and said calmly: "Enter the city." ”

December 19th.

On the night when the ink dumping pond arrived at Yanmen Pass, the south wind blew in the sky.

Mo Tingchi, Song Yangzi, Sima Lin, Qing Xuzi, Hai Fengzi, Zuo Qiu Ming, You Ji, You Ju, Li Xiaoxiang and others stood at the gate of Yanmen.

There are no stars or moon tonight.

Thirty people slipped down the rope and went straight to the camp of the Liao army.

Liao has always attacked, and the Great Song has defended.

Yelu Hongji was proud of himself and thought that the Great Song Dynasty only dared to defend and did not dare to work lightly.

Therefore, although the defense exists, it is superficial.

The contemptuous guards were quietly slain.

Seven generals of the Great Liao were killed.

Mo Dump Chi et al. exposed.

At the same time, Zhao Xu personally led an army to confront the Liao army head-on.

The Liao army was in chaos for a while, and the Great Song Dynasty won a small victory.

Mo Dump Chi and the others retreated safely into Yanmen Pass.

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In the hall, Zhao Xu has set up a banquet.

There is good food, but there is no good wine.

You Ji and You Ju couldn't hide their words and asked, "Why didn't the alliance leader directly assassinate Yelu Hongji?"

Mo Dumping Pool explained that he took a cup and drank the tea: "First, Yelu Hongji is tightly guarded around him, and it is difficult to kill. Second, the purpose of this battle is only to thwart the enemy's morale and improve the morale of our army; third, even if we kill Yelu Hongji with our lives, it will be difficult to mess with the steps of the Great Liao to conquer the Great Song Dynasty, and once Yelu Hongji dies, Yelu Chongyuan, who is more talented than Yelu Hongji, will definitely seize the throne and continue to conquer the Great Song Dynasty. ”

The three words fell, and everyone was puzzled.

Song Yangzi, Zuo Qiu Ming, Sima Lin and others raised their glasses and asked, "Then what next?"

Mo poured into the pond and said, "Wait." ”

Waiting, everyone was puzzled, but did not ask again.

Song Yangzi, Zuo Qiu Ming, Sima Lin and others were all convinced, and there was no doubt. After this surprise attack, everyone has regarded Mo Dumping Pool as a god, and they dare not doubt it.

For a time, the planning was staggered, and everyone celebrated.

Although there was no alcohol, the lively and cheerful atmosphere was not diminished.

The war between the Great Liao and the Great Song Dynasty has begun, and no one knows if today's meal is the last.

But no one is afraid, and the pride is dry.

The delicacies were exhausted, and everyone went back to the house to sleep, leaving only Mo Dumping Pool and Zhao Xu.

The room was extremely quiet.

Suddenly, the door opened, and the two guards broke into the room and fell to their knees in front of the ink pool.

The two of them had low voices but couldn't hide their excitement, and shouted: "Luo Wangsun and Luo Jingzhi have seen Gongzi. ”

Zhao Xu glanced at the two of them, and a hint of apology flashed in his eyes, which was captured by Mo Dump Chi.

Mo Tingchi motioned for the two of them to stand up, and at the same time looked at Zhao Xu and said lightly: "Wen Yi Longyuan was founded with the purpose of protecting the people of the world, you don't have to feel sorry, Baichuan is a worthy death, you just need to remember them and shoulder their ideals." ”

Zhao Xu straightened his body, nodded respectfully, and said in a deep voice: "I will not forget each other until I die." ”

Mo Tianchi was expressionless, stood up, and sighed: "Song, Liao, Western Xia, Dali, Tubo, no matter which country unifies the world, the world will be stable, but I still hope that the people who rule the world are our Han people, not foreign races." You understand?"

Zhao Xu stood up, bowed to Mo Dumping Pond and said, "Mr. teachings, Zhao Xu will never dare to forget." ”

Mo Tingchi smiled, and without discussing the matter too much, he pushed open the window.

It was snowing heavily, and the wind was like a knife.

In the courtyard, only a cold plum stands to welcome winter.

After standing for a long time, he opened his arms and sighed, "It's finally coming to an end." ”

Behind him, Zhao Xu, Luo Wangsun, and Luo Jingzhi glanced at each other.

Ecstasy and apprehension.

All three of them can see the future peace and prosperity in each other's eyes.

Zhao Xu turned his gaze, looked at the back in front of him full of majestic aura, and smiled bitterly in his heart: "No matter how hard I try, I can't catch up with you, teacher!"

Zhao Xu bowed his head deeply.

He can guess the mind of anyone in the world, but it is difficult to figure out the mind of the person in front of him.

Zhao Xu never knew that he had never been the only choice for the man in front of him, and from beginning to end, the man in front of him who would take the world as a game still had an idea in his heart that would shock anyone: What would happen if a woman was allowed to dominate the world? )