Vendetta

Excluding the city guards, the 8 soldiers and horses stationed in the outskirts of Beijing marched westward in a mighty manner, dispatching [-] troops along the way, a total of [-] horses and horses.

As soon as he left the city, there was a man in white clothes, holding a black iron fan, and came with two hundred killers.

Fu Ling raised her hand, signaling the lieutenant general and the army behind to stop, and she rode forward. He was dressed in silver armor, his eyes were piercing, and the dragon-toothed sword behind his back was faintly murderous. The soldiers could recognize the blood on his body. , and heard Fu Ling's name in the Jianghu, he felt a little reverence for the young marshal in his heart.

Fu Ling's back was straight, her gaze was like a torch, and when she got closer, she bowed slightly and said in a low voice, "Ding Huai, you've come, I can't pretend anymore."

Ding Huai was taken aback for a moment, then smiled and said, "Where does this start?"

"I have never ruled the army. Now that the army is marching, it is okay to take it forward. There will definitely be problems when it is stationed."

Yan Zhu spoke too well of Fu Ling, Fu Ling herself was a little embarrassed, martial arts is high, and she is proficient in nonsense?Fu Ling's nonsense is all instant from Gu Hunyu's, so it's not a big problem to understand it, and it's okay to skip a few sentences occasionally, but it's not really proficient at all.

As for being familiar with the terrain in the northwest and knowing the Sixteen Departments of Rouran, compared to the military officers in the court who had never been out of the capital, it was really helpless for Fu Ling to lead the troops to the northwest.

Ding Huai arched: "Ding will definitely help with all his strength."

Fu Ling patted Ding Huai's shoulder, and breathed a sigh of relief: "With you as a military advisor, I feel more at ease. Are Miss Liu and Xiaoyu in Mount Yi?"

Ding Huai said: "There is no one in Yishan, and this expedition..."

"I understand, you're right, the sword has no eyes on the battlefield, it's better not to come," Fu Ling nodded, "Where did you get rich and rich?"

Ding Huai replied: "I have already brought the men and horses of the Crescent Moon Gang to support me, and they are waiting at the inn ahead."

"Help me express my thanks to Chief Qiu, and just say that Fuling is grateful for the help of Wanyue Gang." Fuling tightened the reins, turned her head and said to the lieutenant general: "This Mr. Ding is a military advisor sent by His Majesty, and those 100 people are my own troops. You Arrange it."

The deputy general replied: "Yes."

Fu Ling nodded slightly, raised her hand forward, and said loudly: "The whole army obeys the order, keep going!"

When they arrived at the inn, Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian had been waiting for a long time. They thought that Fuling was dead, but when they saw Fuling again, their voices trembled with excitement, and they knelt down in unison: "Boss!"

Fuling jumped up, pulled them up, and said with a smile, "Our brothers are going to fight side by side again."

Zhang Facai Chen Ken said: "Boss, this time we go up the mountain of swords and down into the sea of ​​fire, we will do whatever we want!"

Wang Youqian kept nodding his head: "That's right!"

"Okay," Fu Ling got on the horse, "Let's go!"

The Crescent Moon Gang is not a big sect, and it is very righteous to be able to send 100 people, not to mention that these 100 people have been selected, and their martial arts are not low. Compared with ordinary soldiers, one against five is not a problem.

The icing on the cake is always more valuable than giving charcoal in the snow. Now in times of crisis, the Crescent Moon Gang is willing to help, and Fu Ling is very grateful.

The enemy army on the northwest border would attack the city at some point, and Fu Ling marched without delay, and arrived at Yansha Town as quickly as possible, and the civil servant Xu Tong who was guarding the city led people to greet him outside the city.

"Congratulations to Marshal Ye." When Xu Tong saw Fu Ling, he realized that he was a young man who endangered the weak crown. , do you think it is better to catch the wind and wash away the dust first, or..."

Fu Ling interrupted him: "What time is this? It's useless to talk about this. Where are the generals defending the city?"

Xu Tong quickly replied: "Mr. Duan has already led his troops to support Lieshi Town. The Hu people suddenly blew their horns and attacked Lieshi City the day before yesterday. Fortunately, Zongbing Duan went there in time to defend the city."

Fu Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and said, "That's okay, what about the current battle situation?"

Xu Tong said: "The barbarians are still under the Lieshi City, and the war has stopped these few days..."

While Xu Tong was talking, there was a sudden sound of horseshoes not far away, and only one person shouted: "Report—"

The man got off his horse and ran in hastily: "Master Taishou!"

"You're blind, you can't see Marshal Ye?" Xu Tong reprimanded, "If you bump into Marshal Ye, you..."

"It doesn't matter," Fu Ling waved her hand and asked, "What happened?"

The soldier half-kneeled in front of Fu Ling, and said: "Report to the marshal, the Hu people have suddenly increased their troops, and Lieshicheng will...be unable to hold it!"

Xu Tong was shocked: "How could this be? How many soldiers and horses do the barbarians have?"

The soldier replied: "It is estimated that there are [-]!"

Xu Tong said anxiously: "There are only 2000 defenders in Lieshicheng, and they can't hold it at all!"

Fu Ling asked: "How many people are there in the Northwest Garrison now?"

Xu Tong covered his chest and panted, and said, "Yansha Town is [-], Lieshi City is [-], and other small towns add up to a total of [-]."

"In case of accidents, the garrisons in other places cannot be moved. I have brought 8 troops, and reinforcements are available at any time," Fu Ling said, "Why panic? You know panic all day long!"

The deputy general stepped forward and said: "Marshal, why don't we bring 8 people to fight the Hu people! Drive the Hu people back more than ten miles, so that they dare not come again!"

Ding Huai immediately said: "No! 8 people came out of the nest. Yansha Town is an important town in the northwest, and it is the only way to the Central Plains. If the barbarians fall away from the mountain, it will be dangerous!"

Fu Ling pondered for a while, and said: "Ding Huai is right. It is easy to defend the city and difficult to attack the city. If you get rich and have money, immediately take 3 troops to Lieshi City for reinforcements."

Zhang Facai and Wang Youqian responded at the same time: "Yes!"

The lieutenant general said: "But these two have never led soldiers..."

"I know, you go with me," Fu Ling said to the lieutenant general, "Mr. Duan has served as the commander-in-chief of the Northwest for many years. When he arrives in Lieshicheng, he always considers his opinion first. You have never been to the Northwest, so don't think about where is where. , understand?"

The lieutenant responded in a sly way: "Yes, this subordinate understands."

The three went to Lieshi City. Ding Huai and Fu Ling settled the people they brought, and began to analyze the map of the northwest.

There are many deserts in the northwest, and the natural conditions are harsh. There are only a few places where you can march.

Ding Huai closed his fans, tapped the middle position, and said, "Yansha Town is too important, we must defend it."

Fu Ling said seriously, "I understand."

He guarded Yansha Town, he guarded the throat of the northwest, and the Hu people could not enter the Central Plains, so he guarded Yan Zhu.

Hu people are good at riding and shooting, and blood crows fly into the sky, and they are very likely to be shot, so the message can only be transmitted by people. The killers of Wanqiumen are very good at lightness, and they can deliver messages much faster than ordinary cavalry.

Fortunately, Zhang Wang and his lieutenant provided timely support, and Lieshicheng was temporarily safe.

There was nothing wrong with the army, so Fu Ling went out alone. He didn't know many places in Yansha Town that he was familiar with. After walking around like this, he came to Chen Ling's shop.

The shop was still the same as before, full of flowers and potted plants of various colors, and there was a man inside, bent over, carefully watering a thin and ugly potted plant.

The man was thin and not young anymore, his legs seemed to be disabled, and his gray hair was combed neatly, which was very different from Chen Ling's grass-stained mess.

The man seemed to be aware of it, turned his head and saw Fu Ling at the door.

Seeing this, the man was stunned for a moment, with tears in his eyes, he put down the wooden barrel in his hand, knelt on the ground with a "plop", and said in a hoarse voice: "Young master..."

Fu Ling didn't know why, so she hurriedly stepped forward and pulled him up: "What are you doing? How can a big man just kneel?"

The man's eyes were red, he grabbed Fu Ling's arm, and said, "Young master, it's me, I'm Fan Ji!"

"Fan Ji? Which Fan Ji?" Fu Ling suddenly had a flash of inspiration, "Are you the confidant who was taken away by Gu Hunhong?"

"It's me," Fan Ji knelt on the ground and kowtowed to Fu Ling, "Young Master, I'm sorry, I'm useless, I failed to guard the map, and let Gu Hunhong..."

He has a disability on his leg, and after such a move, the skin exposed from the sleeves is covered with scars, not even a good patch.

It's no wonder that Gu Hunhong was so familiar with the situation in the tomb at that time, and he probably used many horrific methods to extract a confession secretly.

Fu Ling pulled him up from the ground, and said, "How can I blame you? You have done enough, if my father knows, he will be grateful to you."

If Fan Ji hadn't risked his life to steal Ye Cheng's body out that day, Ye Cheng could only expose his body to the wilderness, or even die without a place to bury him. How could he be buried safely in the tomb?

When Ye Cheng was mentioned, tears welled up in Fan Ji's cloudy eyes. He bent over and began to cough uncontrollably, his back trembling violently, but he couldn't say a word.

At this moment, Chen Ling came out from the house, his head was still in a mess, and a dried flower was pinned behind his ear. He helped Fan Ji to sit on the wooden bench, brought a bowl of water over, and patted Fan Ji skillfully. Back, to help Fan Ji Shun Qi.

After a while, Fan Ji stopped coughing and drank the bowl of water slowly. Chen Lingcai said: "Gu Hunhong imprisoned Fan Ji for 18 years. On that day, the Tongtian Sect was broken, and Fan Ji escaped in the chaos. No, he was originally... the same age as me."

Chen Ling is only in his forties this year, and he is still in high spirits, but Fan Ji is very old, no different from an old man.

Fu Ling's eyes were complicated, and after a moment of silence, he suddenly bowed deeply to Fan Ji, bowed and clasped his fists and said, "You have worked hard all these years, the Tongtian Sect is destroyed, Gu Hunhong is also dead, and I will also kill those who should be killed in the world." Killed, the great revenge has been avenged, don't worry."

Fan Ji was sitting on the wooden bench, he quickly stood up, supported Fu Ling, and said: "These are all what I should do. To be able to enter the Hongyang Sect and gain the trust of the leader, Fan Ji has no regrets in this life."

Fu Ling smiled, helped Fan Ji to sit on the wooden stool, and asked, "How did you recognize me?"

Fan Ji's eyes showed a bit of nostalgia, he said: "The young master's appearance is very similar to that of his wife, and his demeanor and behavior are the same as the leader's back then."

Fu Ling lowered her eyes, and he reached out to touch the longevity lock on his neck, and suddenly remembered the small wooden carving, so he asked, "My mother...does she have a name?"

"Yes, I have heard the call from the leader," Fan Ji said, "Madam's name is Zhuolan."

The world only calls her Miko, but she has a name, Zhuolan.

There is one person who will call her name, Zhuolan.

"Zhuolan..." Fuling murmured, he kept the name firmly in his heart.

Zhuolan, in Hu language, is a flower that grows in the sun.

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