Peach and plum spring breeze and a glass of wine

"Good news from the border, general Lan Ying conquered the north, defeated the Tartar Uliangha tribe, and beheaded 30,000 people..."

The messengers galloped through Luting County in the bright sunshine of the awn season. Their exciting shouts attracted countless people to flock to the streets to watch.

Wherever the messenger goes.

The cheers spread wherever they went.

Shopkeeper Liu was waiting in front of the inn. After watching the messengers gallop past the inn, he quickly walked back to the inn and said loudly and boldly: "Brother, hurry up and bring the wine. The money for this round of drinks is ours!"

Yang Ge stood behind the counter with a smile on his face. When he heard this, he raised his pen and said loudly: "Okay, the old shopkeeper would like to ask for three years of aging and ten pounds of bottled incense... Two cows, please serve the wine!"

"You Yang Ge, why don't you kill the rich and give to the poor here!"

Shopkeeper Liu laughed and cursed loudly, but not only did he not show any sign of displeasure on his face, he turned around to urge him and looked at him with an expression on his face: "What are you doing so slowly? Serve the wine, I'm afraid I can't afford it!"

The regular customers who came back from watching the excitement at the door all laughed "haha" when they heard this.

"What a bad situation the old shopkeeper has!"

"Why don't we say that with so many inns and restaurants in our road pavilion, the old shopkeeper's business is the biggest? The old shopkeeper's arrogance is really incomparable to others!"

"My little brother is very generous in his work. He is also a good player when it comes to trying to win over his old employer..."

"Master Wang's victory requires two drinks. Hey, I'm going to break the precept today and get half drunk..."

"Hahaha, the old sow that came back to your house gave birth to her cubs last time. That's what you said too..."

The inn is filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Shopkeeper Liu stood in front of the counter, handing over his hands in disbelief: "This is a great event. We have very little money, so we can only treat you all to a drink. Let's be happy together!"

The old man may not have any noble sentiments of caring about the country and the people.

But when he has lived to his age, he understands the weight of the word "peace" very well!

A peaceful world is not necessarily a good life.

But if the world is not peaceful, life will definitely not be good!

Yang Geti took note of the account, but he was thinking: 'We have won. Mr. Jiang Kui should be able to come back and eat mutton in a copper pot again, right? ’

…

"Dong dong dong..."

The sky is vast and the sky is vast, and the war drums are like crazy.

Jiang Kui led the army and fought fiercely with the Tatar troops for more than half an hour. The three layers of armor on his body were soaked with blood, but he still desperately drove his horses forward to kill.

The war horse was nearly exhausted, breathing heavily and foaming at the mouth, as if it would collapse from exhaustion in the next moment.

The sword has been curled, and the blade is covered with dense cracks, as if it will break into pieces with the next cut.

He didn't care.

Still whipping the horse forward with whip after whip.

Still wielding the sword to kill enemies one after another.

This was an inexplicably familiar scene in front of me.

It was like a poisonous and fierce fire.

It burned his mind.

It was roasting his insides.

Pain...

torment……

Only at the moment when the sword cut off the head of Qiu Kou, he could feel a moment of coolness.

Only the moment when Qiu Kou's hot blood spurted on his face, he could feel the moment of peace.

Only by killing the enemy can he feel that he is still alive...

Some people say that the death of relatives and friends is not a heavy rain, but a lifetime of moisture.

The fire in Lushan brought Jiang Kui neither heavy rain nor humidity.

But hell on earth...

There is no way to reach the sky or the ground, and there is only endless pain and endless suffering in the hell on earth.

"Defend, defend!"

A messenger fought hard to reach his side and grabbed the reins of his horse.

Jiang Kui slashed a Tatar cavalryman to death with his sword and looked at him with red eyes.

The soldiers were already red-eyed, and they were not afraid when they saw his devil-like appearance. They held their necks and shouted: "The Commander-in-Chief has an order, and ordered our battalion to move closer to the left wing of the Tatars. We are responding. Army breaks out!"

After hearing this, Jiang Kui looked up to the right front, and what he saw was the endless black Tatar army.

Their troops have been fighting fiercely for a long time, and most of their morale has been depleted. If they are forced to fight again, I'm afraid everyone will be left here.

But the Chinese army has no choice but to save...

If the Chinese army cannot withdraw, the artillery battalion in the rear will not be able to show its power.

Jiang Kui only hesitated for a few breaths, then jumped up with all his strength, and swung his sword to the right forward like a wild lion: "Aoxue Lingshuang!"

The pale sword energy, which was three to four feet long, smashed into the black mass of Tatar soldiers and horses as if a tower had collapsed. Countless Tatar cavalrymen and their horses were exploded into a mass of blood mist under the sword.

Amidst the flying flesh and blood, a blood-red passage appeared in front of Jiang Kui's troops.

When Jiang Kui landed, the horse that had been fighting for a long time had already fallen to the ground. His big black eyes were lying in tears, with more air coming out and less air coming in.

He closed his red eyes, lowered himself down to cover the eyes of the war horse, and murmured hoarsely: "Horse, horse, you take the first step. If there is another life, you will be a human, and I will be your horse..."

"Pfft."

The curled-edged sword sank into the chest of the war horse. The horse didn't even struggle, and then stopped moving.

Jiang Kui opened his eyes again, and they were already so red that they could bleed.

He snatched his "Chiang" general flag from the hands of his own soldiers, raised the flag with one hand, brandished the sword with the other, and roared: "Brothers, follow me and charge!"

He rushed into the flesh and blood passage that was about to close, and rushed forward with all his strength.

Hundreds of soldiers guarded him tightly, struggling to keep up with his footsteps and clear the way for the brothers behind him.

Someone died fighting.

Someone will fill the spot immediately.

But their bravery and fearlessness also inspired the enemy's fighting spirit.

The dark Tatar army howled like wolves and rushed forward to block them.

The battle situation is stalemate, like an old cow stuck in a quagmire.

Even though Jiang Kui killed the Tatar masters who came out one after another regardless of consumption, he still could not kill these crazy Tatars.

The soldiers surrounding him fell one after another.

The speed of their advance was getting slower and slower and more difficult.

The sound of fighting in the rear is getting more and more sad...

"Put on frost and remove dew!"

Jiang Kui used his remaining strength and once again slashed out several swords that were three to four feet long, forcibly breaking through the increasingly thick human wall in front of him.

This time, his sword finally couldn't withstand it anymore, and was shattered into a sky full of iron filings in the violent sword energy.

The Tatar warriors who came up from left and right saw that he had no weapon in his hand and his face, which had been a little frightened a few moments ago, suddenly became twisted and ferocious. They screamed strangely and pounced on him together.

Jiang Kui used the handle to block the scimitar that was attacking him, closed it and hugged the Tatar soldier who was rushing towards him, slapped him on the chest, and then took the scimitar from his hand. Then he kicked the corpse out of his arms.

"Kill, kill, kill..."

He howled like the Tartars and continued to fight forward.

But the Tatar scimitar, which used to be as light as a lamp grass, is now so heavy that it weighs heavily on your hand.

What made him feel even more powerless was that after a brief period of smoothness, they fell into the quagmire again.

And this time...

He no longer had the strength to break through the quagmire.

He could only swing his sword hard like an ordinary soldier, blocking the ubiquitous swords, spears, and arrows while hacking to death every Tatar in front of him.

The scimitar curled its blade and became heavier and heavier.

The loud fighting sounds became smaller and smaller.

The beating of the heartbeat like a drum and the heavy breathing of an old cow plowing the fields became louder and louder.

Jiang Kui felt that the skylight in front of him seemed to have suddenly become much darker.

He couldn't quite see the figures moving in front of him.

He felt that he might not be able to survive this test...

But at this moment, he only felt peaceful.

Unprecedented peace.

Just like those autumns when he was a child, he and his grandpa and his mother gathered the grain to be dried in the dam. He was so tired that he lay on the grain cabinet and fell asleep. The sound of raindrops rustling on the tiles could be heard in his ears. It was his grandma who The sound of pots and pans clinking as my mother cooks in the kitchen; the pungent smell of rain water on the ground that has been scalding hot due to the autumn tiger's sun is on my nose; it's the fresh and somewhat irritating smell of new grain...

"Stab it."

In a daze, Jiang Kui was stabbed in the chest by a spear protruding from the tall horse.

His hazy consciousness suddenly became clear.

He decisively abandoned the curved scimitar, grabbed the spear on his chest, and held it against the spear to prevent it from thrusting forward.

Unexpectedly, the knight on the horse had extraordinary arm strength and used the force of the horse to lift him up from where he was.

He could only wave the flag with all his strength and hit the Tatar cavalry in the face.

"Plop."

Jiang Kui and the Tatar cavalry smashed into the crowd together.

He let go of his general's flag, put his backhand around the neck of the struggling Tatar infantry beneath him, and pulled him in front of him.

The other hand went to pull out the spear embedded in the armor.

But he was clearly trying his best, but he couldn't pull out the gun tip.

The skylight in front of him was getting darker and darker, and several Tatar infantrymen gathered around with scimitars.

"ah……"

He exhaled a long breath, slowly closed his eyes, and whispered in his heart: "Grandpa, Grandma, Da Kui is back..."

"Second brother, don't sleep!"

In the darkness, Jiang Kui seemed to hear a familiar voice.

He was stunned for two seconds, then quickly opened his eyes, and saw that the sky in front of him was bright again...

He tried to raise his head and saw a broken dark red flag floating above his head.

On the dark red flag, you can vaguely see the four characters "Xingdao for Heaven".

"Hurry up!"

The voice came from in front of him: "Brothers are here to support you... The five elements will return to their vitality!"

He tried his best to look carefully, and saw a towering figure wearing a shiny black bear skin, standing in front of him, blocking the layers of the Tatar army like a tidal wave!

Not far away, a roar as fierce as a tiger could be heard: "Brothers, charge with me... the storm is coming!"

Jiang Kui was stunned for more than ten breaths. When he came to his senses, his stiff face was filled with a smile.

He pushed away the dead Tatar infantry, grabbed his flag and stood up slowly, then grabbed the spear stuck in his chest and pulled it out.

The next second, his legs suddenly became weak again...

Just when he was about to fall down again, a figure came out from behind and helped him.

He slowly turned his head and saw a long donkey face.

"What?"

He looked at this face with a smile and said softly: "You still hate your second brother?"

On the way here, he had been thinking about getting angry at him twice when they met. When he heard the word "Second Brother", he suddenly burst into tears.

After all, he hated Jiang Kui, and he just hated the three of them. Why did he survive...

It was agreed that "I don't want to be born in the same year, the same month and the same day, but I want to die in the same year, the same month and the same day."

The third and fourth children are gone.

How could the three of them live an ignoble existence?

The fire in Lushan burned the dead people.

It was also burned on the living people...

"Don't be angry!"

Jiang Kui patted his cheek gently and smiled: "Second brother killed a lot of Tatars today and buried them with the third and fourth sons..."

"This is not enough!"

Stinky Face raised his face full of tears and laughed hysterically: "It's better to send all these bastards down to be used as cattle and horses for Third Brother and Fourth Brother!"

“If it’s not enough, keep killing!”

Jiang Kui raised his flag crookedly: "There are so many Tatars on the grassland, so don't worry about not having enough!"

"Hahaha!"

Stinky Face let go of him, grabbed the general flag in his hand, and rushed up to the dark crowd of Tatars with great joy: "You are old and useless. You will have to look at us in the future." La...the sky is full of frost!"

Jiang Kui quickly picked up the spear that pierced his armor from the ground, and stumbled after the two brothers who were killing each other: "Don't leave me behind, don't leave me behind..."

At the rear, the fresh troops from Lushan came with the banner of Tianxingdao and wiped the mud off the exhausted Wei army.

The old cow finally got out of the quagmire and moved forward!

I do not know how long it has been.

The roaring volley of artillery suddenly suppressed the boiling shouts of killing.

The howling Tatar army finally stopped howling.

The forward momentum also turned into birds and beasts scattering, escaping all over the mountains and plains.

The regrouped Wei army marched forward under the cover of artillery. While strangling the defeated Tatar troops one after another, they rushed towards the tents connected to the rear of the Tatar army.

This tent has a majestic name on the grassland: Tatar!

This is the original meaning of the word "Tatar".

The Tatar tribe is the largest tribe of grassland nomads at the moment!

Another hearty victory!

…

At the end of August, the cry of "Great Border Victory" once again echoed throughout Luting County.

But this time, it's no longer a "little fight" like beheading people in so many levels.

Instead, it was a slogan to boost morale such as "Master Wang captured the grassland Khan and Chaotian Que alive".

This was the biggest victory of the Wei Dynasty in foreign wars since the Jianning period.

It was also the most exciting battle for the Wei army since the defeat at Songtingguan in the seventh year of Xiping.

Suddenly, everyone in Wei Dynasty burst into cheers!

All the people of the Wei Dynasty seemed to have had a heavy boulder lifted from their hearts, and even their spines seemed to straighten up all of a sudden.

And this victory brought the most direct and significant effect...

The price of food in Dawei returned overnight to the low prices of seven or eight cents a dou of corn and more than ten cents a dou of barley in May and June last year.

Among the people, the voice of Emperor Xiping as "the Lord of ZTE" is getting louder and louder...

It's like the prosperous age has arrived again!

I spent a lot of time organizing my thoughts today, sorry for the late update~