In any of the books that Yang Yuanba read in his previous life, Yang Guang was a representative of brutality and mediocrity, and it was the first time he heard from his grandfather that Yang Guang was actually eloquent, which made him both surprised and a little funny, would a man of great talent make the second Sui Dynasty die?

Yang Su glanced at him, he felt that his grandson was not convinced, and couldn't help but shake his head and smile: "You stupid boy, what do you know? Do you think Tianwu is a Han dynasty? It is still a Xianbei dynasty in its bones, it is still the Guanzhong standard system created by Yuwentai, but it is just an emperor of Han blood, do you think that the contradictions and estrangements between Han and Hu for hundreds of years are so easy to reconcile?"

Yang Su sighed slightly, "The Holy Lord's position is not correct, so that he can't completely change, it's more of a compromise, which of the Guanlong nobles is not eyeing each other, if there is a chance, who doesn't want to replace him? Do you think the Holy Lord doesn't understand? But who does he dare to kill?" Even a Yu Zeqing, he also endured for eighteen years before he got rid of it, the Eight Pillars of the Northern Zhou Dynasty, all above the courtiers, but he didn't dare to move, the saint wanted to move the capital to Luoyang, break the Guanzhong standard, but he never could do it, now there is Yang Xiong, these Guanlong nobles do not dare to act rashly, if he goes, with Yang Chao's weakness and mediocrity, he is just a filial piety Emperor and Emperor Wei Gong, Yang Xiong of course knows the potential crisis, Yang Chao's ears are too soft, his mind is not strong, he does things rashly, and he does not understand the importance of sinicization, so Yang Xiong is deeply disappointed, so it is an inevitable result to change the king of Jin to the crown prince, for the sake of Tianwu Jiangshan Sheji, he does not hesitate to abolish the eldest son。 ”

Yang Yuanba had nothing to say for a long time, it was not his grandfather's opinion that persuaded him, this was just his grandfather's words, and he may not be able to believe it all, the key is that he does not know much about this era and has no right to speak, but one thing he is sure of is that although Yang Xiong is his grandson who usurped his grandson in the Northern Zhou Dynasty, he is indeed a generation of Ming Jun. It seems that the crown prince Yang Chao was deposed not because of what is said in some books, but because Queen Dugu likes Yang Ye, and the abolition of the eldest son of the prince for nearly 20 years is risking the disapproval of the world, and it is by no means a queen's personal preference can be decided.

However, he also carefully found that his grandfather had mentioned Yang Xiong's name several times, which was the courtier's disrespect to the emperor, and he should never have been, and he suddenly realized that perhaps his grandfather was also one of the ambitious Guanlong nobles he himself said.

At this time, Yang Yuanba suddenly remembered something, and hurriedly asked: "Grandfather, the child heard from the clan uncle that our ancestor and the holy ancestor are both Yang Zhen, the captain of the Han Dynasty, are we of the same clan as the saint?"

"Sort of!"

Yang Su's smile was a little reluctant, sometimes Yang Xiong also told him that they were brothers of the same clan, in fact, Yang Xiong's father Yang Zhong was born in the Han Han clan in Shandong, and he attached himself to the Yang clan of Hongnong Huayin because of Yuwentai's order to 'return to Guanzhong', and the elders of these clans all know, but now no one is allowed to mention it, and he naturally will not say it to Yang Yuanba.

"We are just distant relatives, all of them are Hongnong Huayin Yang family, the court recognizes, the saint also recognizes that we are the same clan, when the saint was the Northern Zhou Xiangguo, I also went back to Hongnong with him to worship the ancestors. ”

Yang Su attached great importance to this grandson, and inadvertently said his heartfelt words in front of him, but he didn't think that Yuan Ba could understand, Yuan Qing was only ten years old after all.

He gently patted Yuan Ba's shoulder and told him: "What I said just now, whether you remember it or not, you can't tell anyone, understand?"

"Grandson understands!"

"Let's go! Crossing the river early tomorrow morning, crossing the Yellow River means officially entering the war zone, and the army will enter a wartime state, and you scouts will have to be busy, so go back early to rest. ”

The grandfather and grandson turned their horses' heads and slowly returned to the camp.

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At the fourth watch of the next day, Yang Yuanba was awakened by the low sound of the horn, he jumped up and shouted to the nine subordinates around him: "Get up for me, the military horn sounds!"

Everyone muttered and got up, all of them were sleepy-eyed, Yang Yuanba saw that Yang Sien still refused to get up, so he kicked it hard, "Yang Daxiong, get up for Lao Tzu!"

Yang Sien's legs were about to be kicked off, and the pain was unbearable, so he had to scold and get up, at this time, a messenger outside the tent shouted: "Yang Huochang, the hundred people asked you to draw lots!"

"Everyone pack up their things, I'll go draw lots and see how luck is!"

Yang Yuanba gave a few words, and then hurriedly ran to the hundred-man tent, which was already full of other fire chiefs, they were the third team of the second regiment, and the leader of the first team was called the hundred-man chief, referred to as the hundred-man chief.

Ten fires and one hundred people, one hundred people surnamed He, is a Huhua Han people, the ancestor is a soldier of the six towns, after the failure of the Six Towns uprising, his ancestors were placed in Youzhou, He Baichang is very strong, but he is also very fair, like to draw lots to decide the task.

"Lao Tzu went to the regiment to draw lots for bad luck, the lottery was dead, the whole team had to go to the northwest thousands of miles away to explore the main force of the enemy, only one fire can stay, you draw it! ”

The scouts who probe the main force of the enemy army are the most dangerous, and the mortality rate is extremely high, so it is also called a death lot, but this He Baichang is unlucky, and he won the draw, according to the regulations, nine leave one, that is, you can't die, you have to leave a fire down to continue planting.

"Let's smoke it, everyone!"

He Baichang took out ten sticks and pinched them in his hand, one of them was a half-red stick, and it could be left if he won it, He Baichang didn't know Yang Yuanqing's identity, if he knew, he wouldn't dare to draw lots.

This kind of lottery depends on luck, there are no flower heads, and all the fire chiefs don't look at it, they each draw one, Yang Yuanba is the fifth lottery, and he drew a black lot, that is to say, he won the dead lot, and it was not his turn to stay, and finally the eighth fire chief drew a half-red lot, he couldn't help grinning, "Damn, Lao Tzu's left eyelid jumped violently today, it's really shit luck!"

He Baichang gave him a slap in the face, "Go back, show off to Lao Tzu here." ”

He said to the crowd again: "Okay, after receiving the token, there is a sheepskin raft at the door, take one for each person, and set off immediately!"

Everyone silently received the token and walked quickly outside the tent, but He Baichang patted Yang Yuanqing on the shoulder, stared at him and said, "Brother Yang, I hope to see you come back alive!"

"Don't worry, if I don't want to die, God can't help it. ”

Yang Yuanba replied with a smile and went out of the tent, at this time, a soldier ran over, hugged his fists at He Baichang and said, "He Baichang, General Yu told you to go!"

He Baichang was stunned, General Yu was looking for himself, he scratched the back of his head, wondering if he had heard it wrong, the first army general actually found himself a small hundred people, he was a little flattered, and ran to the big tent in a panic.

Yang Yuanba didn't know, dragged a sheepskin raft back to his camp, everyone had already packed up, seeing him come back, Yang Sien immediately pestered him, with a smile on his face, "Huo Chang, you call me! I'll carry this sheepskin raft for you." ”

Yang Yuanba knew that he must have a purpose to please himself, so he said angrily: "If you have a fart, let it go, don't go around the corner." ”

Yang Sien scratched his head embarrassedly, and said with a dry laugh: "Huo Chang, give me that horse! My body is too heavy, and my horse will be crushed to death by me." ”

The horse that Yang Sien said was the horse that Yang Yuanba rode back from his grandfather last night, it was an Ili horse, tall and strong, black all over, without a single miscellaneous horse, Yang Sien took a fancy to it at a glance, and immediately entangled Yuanba, and did everything possible to ask for this BMW.

Yang Yuanba kicked him and scolded with a smile: "You bear, you don't even want to show a single move and a half of the horse, you still want my horse, you can if you want, you have to pay me back in the future for this favor." ”

"It must be returned!"

Yang Sien cheered, rushed back and grabbed the reins, caressing the black-maned horse as if touching his own woman, Yang Yuanba put the sheepskin raft on Yang Sien's old horse, and said to his opponent: "Let's go! The task is to find the main Turkic force, who made our hundred people incompetent, and won the death lot!"

Helpless, the scouts turned their horses and marched out of the camp, where they soon disappeared into the deep darkness.

After walking for about a quarter of an hour, several horseback riders galloped over, and the leader was Yu Juluo, who heard that Yang Yuanba had won the death lot, and he was in a hurry, if something happened to Yang Yuanba, how could he explain to the coach.

Behind him is He Baichang, he already knows the identity of Yang Yuanba, so scared that his heart wants to stop beating, it turns out that Yang Daotou is the grandson of the coach Yang Su, along the way he has given himself five or six big mouths, hating himself for having no eyes, followed by the partial general Zhao Yong.

Seeing that Yang Yuanba's camp tent was empty, and knowing that they had set off, Zhao Yong hurriedly said, "General Yu, I'll go and chase him back." ”

Yu Juluo shook his head slowly, "No need to chase, he won't come back." ”

Once out of the camp, the military order could not be changed, he knew that Yang Yuanba was brave and fierce, and it was impossible to come back, he sighed lowly, "I hope he is safe!"

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The sheepskin rafts were not used to cross the Yellow River for them, but to cross the Hetao Plain to the north of another tributary of the Yellow River, where the vanguard army had already built a pontoon bridge with tugboats in the narrow part of the Yellow River, and the 100,000-strong army was to cross the river after daybreak, while the 300 scouts of each army were to cross the river in advance.

Yang Yuanba led nine of his men and sixteen war horses, nibbling on dry food, while walking quickly on the pontoon bridge, and crossed the Yellow River in a moment.

At this time, the east has been white, the sky has been numb and bright, Yang Yuanba found a big stone and spread out the map, he has been a scout for half a month, has basically understood the basic skills of scouts, drawing a map is also a basic skill, he found the ferry on the map, with cinnabar on the superscript a red dot, their first goal is to rush to the old town of Yudujin to listen to the news, he once mentioned this grassland ancient town in the court, and now they are really looking for this place.

Yang Yuanba put away the map and briefly ordered everyone: "Let's go!"

He commanded this scout team for half a month, and with his own soldiers, strict self-discipline, coupled with clear rewards and punishments, he had established a little prestige among them.

Although this group of old scouts were lazy and slippery on the road, they suddenly seemed to be different people, they all became shrewd and serious, and the ruffians on their bodies disappeared and became real scout elites.

The crowd quickened their horses and galloped towards the vast plains of the Hetao.