martial law

If you think about it, you can understand how many masters there are in a large army.

The monsters in the West border, who are able to fight against the million-strong army of the Tang Dynasty, seem to have the upper hand, so how strong are they?

"Li Qing, you haven't gone to the battlefield for so long, do you have some expectations when you go again?"

Li Biao, the avatar of Yang Lin Qiyuan, had nothing to say and wanted to find out.

In fact, Li Wuding rushed back from the battlefield that day, killing Chen Guangrui and pretending to be his identity was tantamount to giving up his future.

In the eyes of many, he was a deserter.

However, these may be related to some power struggles in the court, and later he went to Jiangzhou to serve as the governor, so it can't be said that he suffered a lot.

It can only be said that the power of the Duke's Mansion is still quite large, and the military is quite concerned about some things about the generals under its command.

"There is nothing to look forward to. The general died immediately and went to the battlefield. With our strength, I don't think we can live for three months."

Li Qing's name was not wrong at all, and his expression was very cold.

She is also not optimistic about the prospects of this trip.

It is obvious that people like myself are going to die.

This is because some people can't see that the young master is powerful, so they think of a way to transfer his soldiers and horses, leaving him isolated and helpless.

"I'm only worried about the son, I hope there will be no accidents."

Li Qing looked back at Jiangzhou, with rare worries in his eyes. "

"Don't worry, the son is powerful, and now he is protected by the gods of incense and fire, and even the surname Wei is not seeking benefits, so how can he be harmed by others, you should think about it, how can we protect ourselves properly. "

Yang Lin actually admired Li Qing, a woman.

The other party was an orthodox soldier with an extremely simple mind and no distracting thoughts.

Everything is done according to orders, and I will not ask three questions or four questions.

Even, even if she sensed that her master seemed to have changed in the past few years, she didn't show anything. She perfectly interpreted the image of a soldier who doesn't need her own thinking.

The 500 cavalry indeed cost Jiangzhou a lot of financial and material resources. The horses are all ready, and the swords and guns are also in hand. However, in terms of armor, only 500 have iron armor, and the remaining [-] wear leather armor. , not much protection.

When he arrived in Chang'an, Yang Lin entered the barracks outside the city and met General Chai, the town army, and a hundred thousand troops set off at the same time.

That evening, he was stationed by the small river, and just after he rested, someone came to his door.

"Li Yuanzhen? What is he doing here?"

Yang Lin sat in the tent, he didn't care that he was still standing in front of Li Biao, let alone went out to greet him.

Even if it was the second son of the Duke of England who came.

"What a big air, you are a slave who is very good at putting on airs. Could it be that my family gave you the surname Li, but you misjudged the person, and you recruited all the white-eyed wolves?"

A group of people rushed into the camp, led by a young man in a white robe with a jade pendant hanging from his waist.

The young man is full of noble air, handsome face, squinting, cold eyes.

Standing there, his qi mechanism echoed with the vibrancy of the surrounding vitality, and he had obviously reached the late stage of the third order, comprehending his own field.

The strength is not worse than Li Wuding who just met at the beginning.

Behind him was an old man, with a strong bloody aura and a forceful aura. Looking at him with the sky's eyes, the vitality was boiling and roaring around him, as if he was about to transform into a dragon and tiger, and he seemed to have fourth-order power.

Li Qing looked a little helpless, and her eyes signaled Yang Lin not to be tough. She must have discovered the strength of the old man and thought that the two of them couldn't handle it.

Interjected on the side: "Second Young Master wants to transfer away the soldiers in the mansion, and make up some logistics troops, so that there are 3000 people."

This matter is easy to understand.

The [-] soldiers that Li Yuanding brought to Jiangzhou back then are all at the second level at worst, and some leaders have even broken through to the early stage of the third level.

Although these 800 soldiers and horses are not too many, their strength is not low at all.

In particular, this group of people, following Li Wuding through many battles, crawled out of the dead, and they are not weak at all in fighting. Even the British government does not want to lose this power.

Therefore, Li Yuanzhen should know something.

Thinking that he is here to save his army horse, he has a condescending attitude.

"Slave? That's how you look at the generals in the mansion. Sure enough, compared to the eldest son, you are an idiot."

Yang Lin didn't get angry, and suddenly smiled when he saw Li Yuanzhen.

"No wonder no one followed you back then."

"Bold, how did you talk to me?"

Seeing that Yang Lin was still sitting there unmoved, neither kneeling down to pay respects, but still speaking with sarcasm, Li Yuanzhen's expression changed, and he pointed at Yang Lin and scolded.

He said he was a general, but he was actually a servant.

The big family has a clear distinction between top and bottom, and they attach great importance to etiquette. As a general of the Li family, there has never been a named servant like Yang Lin.

"I don't like being pointed at."

Yang Lin raised his head, grinned, and walked in front of Li Yuanzhen.

Tanshou grabbed the opponent's wrist and broke it down.

"Be careful."

The old man who followed Li Yuanzhen didn't seem to have expected Yang Lin to make a move at all. He was half a beat behind, leaning forward, and punched Yang Lin's head sideways like lightning.

The strong wind in the tent blew violently, shaking the soul.

A pure and sharp willpower also hit Yang Lin's mind like a sharp knife.

The old man looked senile, and his attack was a killer move, extremely fierce and fierce.

Still, he was a little slower.

With a click, Li Yuanzhen's wrist was already broken, the bones were jagged, and blood spattered out.

He howled in pain.

There was fear in his eyes.

It seemed that Yang Lin never thought that he would do anything.

While the strong wind was shaking, Yang Lin's head tilted slightly, and there was a muffled bang, and the golden light burst out from the blow.

He turned his head to look at the stunned old man, and said with a smile: "It's a good game, then you go to die."

His body didn't move, the battle skirt under his feet moved slightly, and his leg pierced his heart, so fast that he couldn't see the shadow, heck, his legs were like long knives, and during the frightened parrying movement of the old man, he kicked both of his arms and broke through. It hit his chest and shattered his heart.

The old head flew up like a rag sack, flew up and fell to a corner of the tent with a bang, struggled twice, and squeezed out a word: "Escape..."

He was the fourth rank, but he punched the opponent's temple, and the expected blow to the head did not happen at all. Instead, the fist bones were broken, and both arms were almost broken.

It stands to reason that with his fist strength, even an iron man's steel wall can be smashed.

But there was only a golden light flashing above the opponent's head, and the hair didn't even break through.

How strong is his body, and what level is his strength?

The old man almost thought that he was not the fourth rank, but the second rank.

Didn't it mean that Li Biao was only of the third rank?

Why is he so strong?

"Slave? Kneel down."

Yang Lin kicked the old man to death and broke Li Yuanzhen's wrist. He kept moving, swept away with one kick, and slapped...

Just sweep off Li Yuanzhen's legs, and let the second son of the British government kneel down in front of him.

"You are nothing in my eyes. I don't care what the British government thinks, and I don't care how you fight with the eldest son. However, it's not okay to show your prestige in the barracks. Get out."

Yang Lin didn't know what the British government meant, and he didn't know if the old man wanted to train his two sons to train the next generation by raising Gu, but he liked to keep things simple.

Going to the western frontier, of course, it would be better to bring some strong soldiers, at least the salary should be higher.

Otherwise, let this guy exchange some crooked melons and bad dates to the front line, not to mention his status, he might not even be qualified as cannon fodder.

Besides, when he met General Chai, the general of the town army, he heard that this time it was mainly due to the chaos of the two worlds mountain monsters.

Whether it is dangerous or not is another matter.

There is something that can be done there.

It seems that at this time, someone, or a certain monkey is still eating iron juice, pouring copper water, and suffering every day.

Can you...

plan.

It's not bad to take martial arts points openly and aboveboard, and look at the monkeys in your spare time to get some benefits.

Chapter 498 One calamity, one disaster, good luck

"The two sons fought, and Li Biao killed someone?"

In the prime minister's mansion, old man Yin frowned, pondered for a while, and said: "It seems that he is also a reckless man with no brains. He obviously has a good situation in Jiangzhou. Not to mention accumulating power and raising his own self-respect, at least he can't." Send out all the capable men, could it be that he really can't understand what he wants to send elite soldiers to the border?"

"Master doesn't know something. I heard that Wei Zheng also suffered a lot in Jiangzhou. He did it himself, and he didn't get benefits from Li Wuding's men. Presumably, my uncle doesn't care much about Li Biao's combat power. Could it be that he still has Stronger subordinates?"

A shadow appeared from behind, poured tea for Old Xiangye Yin lightly, and talked about the news.

Few people knew about Wei Zheng's loss.

Most people only thought that the young master of the Wei family died of an illness, and that Wei Zheng was a broad-minded man, and he never took his anger out on others, let alone embarrassing the governor of Jiangzhou.

Only the shadows, as early as three years ago, had planted many shadows in the border of Jiangzhou, and even the mountain elves and tree monsters had attracted a few of them.

Others didn't see it that day, but a grass demon did see the scene where Yang Lin transformed into a spirit body, fought against Wei Zheng, and then Wei Zheng vomited blood and retreated.

The little grass trembled with fear, half of its body was wiped out by the strong wind blowing two or three miles away from the ground, so it could only pretend to be dead...

Fortunately, it didn't really die. After everyone left, it dragged its half-disabled body and hid in the soil.

And, find a way to spread the first-hand news of the battlefield.

Shadow was actually very satisfied when he got the news.

I thought that my young lady is in Jiangzhou, with such a uncle to protect her, she is safe and secure, and her life must be peaceful and fulfilling.

"Don't call him Uncle, Jiao'er's husband is not him, at least in name. There are always hidden dangers in a marriage made by violent means. I suspect that there is still a lot to be done about this matter, and I think it will be troublesome in the future." , I just don’t know how the crisis will appear.”

Older gingers are more spicy.

From all the signs, Yin Kaishan saw something wrong.

In fact, the changes in the situation in various parts of the Tang Dynasty in recent years are also a bit weird.

It's so weird that people can't understand it.

"I can only take one step at a time. In the future, I will have less contact with Jiangzhou, Gillian... well, that's the only way to go."

……

British government.

The old man looked coldly at a corpse that was carried back by the family general, and the second son whose wrist was broken and legs were kicked off, a trace of pity flashed in his eyes.

"Who asked you to trouble him? Knowing that those people are going to die, you still want to take the risk to exchange soldiers and horses. How many heads can you chop off?"

"Father, it hurts me to death. That servant dared to attack me and even killed Uncle Teng. Father, you want to avenge me..."

Li Yuanzhen's face was full of tears in pain, and he was so wronged that he was dying.

He couldn't figure it out.

What did you do wrong?

Isn't it just a few dogs raised by the Li family?

Li Wuding can support him, but he cannot.

Thanks to his family who gave the surnames to those generals, I didn't expect that the other party had followed Li Wuding for a few years, but he didn't recognize his family members and dared to devour the master, which is really unreasonable.

It was even more unexpected that Li Biao would become so powerful.

Even Teng Fang, the general of his hometown who broke through the fourth level, was kicked to death.

How did he practice?