Your Highness asked me to pay him back his honor

In the Forbidden Army, no one who has seen that bloody battle knows the prestige of General Yunhui.

The God of Army, who was guarding Bianliang, suddenly moved towards the banner of the school field today, many people couldn't even react, they heard the sound of golden drums forming behind them to defend against the enemy.

Over the past few days, the Imperial Guards practiced desperately to the death. They instinctively reacted to the sound of drums and quickly formed a circle to defend against the enemy.

A gust of wind swept back to the main tent, got on the horse, and copied the saber with him.

The well-trained infantry followed the drumbeat, and rushed up like a tide, thick on the outside and thin on the inside, with elite light armored cavalry hidden in the middle.

Yunlang whistled, and the horse neighed in response, the snow-white horse galloped over from the side of the school field, and shot to the front of the formation like an arrow.

Before everyone had time to react, they saw a cloud-like rustling white shadow rushing towards them. The next moment, the shield array that was waiting for work suddenly became violently chaotic.

Yun Lang's hand was just an ordinary white wax spear, the barrel of which was too tough, but at this moment, it seemed that he had poured a lot of force into it, smashing away the heavy shield that was nearly human high, and opened a hole in the outer formation.

"Brother Lian hold on!"

Du Yuhou stood on the sidelines of the school field, suppressed his smile and shouted loudly: "The young general used a cup of tea at the first time when he broke the enemy's formation, and the tea was still warm every time he went there. You have survived a bag of cigarettes anyway, and you can talk about it when you look back." ..."

"To shut up!"

Stretched victory streak: "If I run laps, you won't be able to escape!"

When Du Yuhou saw Yun Lang was there, his heart was at peace and he had no more worries. He laughed loudly and said, "If you give up your life to accompany the gentleman, let alone run three laps, I will also accompany you if you run thirty laps!"

Lian Sheng wished to unscrew the head of this rammed goods, looked back in a flash, and saw that Yun Lang had broken through the second layer of infantry arches, and no longer cared about bickering: "Archers! Shields up, bows and arrows behind!" , Hold your ground!"

The arrows used in practice will have their arrowheads removed, and the shafts will be filled with lime. If there are white spots on a person's body, the arrow will be hit and they will not be able to fight again.

Yun Lang rode alone to break through the formation, and using arrows is already invincible. If he is on the archer, he can't stop him, and the number of laps he can run will probably be doubled.

The back of the winning streak was covered in cold sweat, staring at the battle situation firmly, ordered the drums to retreat, and the arrows were fired.

The point of the arrow was broken, and most of the momentum had slowed down.Yun Lang didn't take it seriously, turned the body of the spear and swung away the rain of arrows, flicked the reins lightly to urge the horse, and rushed straight into the sharp awl hidden in the circle.

The cavalry battalion is the elite of the bodyguard department. Gao Jixun was the most proud of the strong soldiers in his hands. Everyone is equipped with BMW horses. The weapons they carry are specially made of fine iron, which is invincible.

Seeing Yunlang rushing in front of him, the Xinying School of the Cavalry Battalion blinked hard, took a deep breath and pulled out his waist knife, and rode his horse straight to Yunlang.

If the momentum is too strong, if you only focus on defending but not attacking, the entire formation will be disrupted.

Behind him is the big tent, and the light cavalry can't hold it, and the general and the imperial army are defeated.

Xinying Xiao concentrated on gritting his teeth, clenched the waist knife in his hand, urged the horse to charge, and went straight to Yunlang's vital point.

The two faced each other, and Yunlang blocked the sword with his spear.With a clang, the refined iron waist knife collided with the ash wood pole, and with the force of the impact, it cut off the ordinary wooden gun shaft in half.

Du Yuhou could see clearly from outside the formation, he couldn't help stomping his feet: "It's too bad, I should get my own gun for the major general!"

The bright silver spear with tiger head that Yun Lang was used to was carefully tempered and forged by the general supervisor in the palace. The spear was sharp and strong.

This ordinary ash gun is just ordinary wood, even when the general is angry, if he copied it and snapped it up, he would use it to block the knife, of course it would not be able to block it at all.

This kind of competition was too much of a shame, Du Yuhou was going to find a good gun for Yun Lang, before he turned around, but was stopped by someone raising his arm.

When Du Yuhou saw the person coming, his heart skipped a beat: "His Royal Highness, Your Highness..."

This kind of competition used to happen between the Shuofang Army and the Forbidden Army.One is to compare strength, and the other is to give insight to those new soldiers who have never been on the battlefield, so as not to suddenly panic and lose their hands when they get it.

It's just that outsiders don't understand, and from the sidelines, it seems too nonsense.When the privy envoy came to Chenqiao camp, he was furious when he saw the military training of the Dianqian Secretary. He repeatedly reprimanded him and deducted the Dianqian Secretary's salary for three months.

Although Du Yuhou knew that Xiao Shuo would never be so stupid, His Royal Highness Yan Wang was always indifferent and serious. Now when he bumped into him rashly, he was still too guilty to raise his head: "Young General, the young general is not joking to test the strength of the imperial army. ..."

"I know."

Xiao Shuo said: "Just look at it."

Du Yuhou couldn't react, and was taken aback when he heard the words: "What?"

"No need to get a new gun."

Xiao Shuo's eyes fell on the field, and he said in a low voice, "By the time you get it back, he will probably have captured the flag."

Du Yuhou was stunned when he heard this, if General Xin Daolian heard this sentence, he would probably jump up angrily and smash three guns, two knives and a stone bow.He had always respected Xiao Shuo, but now he met His Highness's gaze, he did not dare to say more, so he had to stop and turn back to the field.

Yun Lang reined in the reins, looked at the limp gun that would break at the touch, and threw it on the ground casually.

He no longer had a weapon in his hand, Xinying Xiao's eyes lit up slightly, he suppressed himself, stabilized his waist saber and urged the horse again, directly grabbing Yun Lang's unarmored chest.

Yun Lang didn't dodge or dodge, looking at the approaching blade with great interest.

Du Yuhou said anxiously: "What are you doing, Major General? What if—"

Xiao Shuo turned around, took General Yun Shao's messy cloak from Du Yuhou's hand, straightened it out carefully, and folded it neatly on his arms.

Xinying School rushed forward, Yun Lang let go of one side of the stirrup, slid on the side of the horse, and firmly avoided the knife.

The two horses staggered and were both galloping, but the back of the opposite one was suddenly empty with no one on it.

Yingxiao was stunned for a moment, unable to react, Yun Lang held onto the saddle and flipped his wrist, and when he touched the ground, his figure had already returned to the horse lightly, holding a black black iron object in his hand.

Du Yuhou recognized it at a glance: "The scabbard?!"

Ying Xiao panicked from the bottom of his heart, and looked to his waist, the scabbard that was hanging there had disappeared at some point.

Relying on the advantage of weapons is already a victory without force.Yun Langfang was able to slide the scabbard around his waist, Ying Xiao was on the horse, but he didn't even notice half of the opponent's shadow.

If Yunlang made a move to kill at that time, he should have fallen off his horse and died long ago.

Yunlang reined in his horse and looked at him with a smile.

Ying Xiao got off his horse and raised his saber above his head: "It's the last general who lost."

"You're fine." Yun Lang said, "What's your name?"

The camp school whispered: "Han Congwen."

Yun Lang nodded, and threw back the scabbard: "After dispatching troops, go to the vanguard official's tent to take up the post."

If he is determined to be dead in battle, he can grab the sword. Seeing him riding his horse into the battle, the battalion school hurriedly chased him a few steps: "General Yun! The sword——"

Yun Lang went straight into the formation, the light cavalry saw the battalion and school fell from their horses, they were timid before fighting, the front row hastily raised their guns to fight back, but it was too late.

Yun Lang avoided the approaching point of the gun, raised his hand to grasp the body of the gun, and pulled it behind him, supporting the horse's back with his left hand and turning around, kicking him off the saddle.

The long spear scooped up a handful of silver light, pointed at the place where the cold star fell, stabbed and swept, and did not hold back.

The light cavalry surrounded the enemy, and let the cold air of iron spears sweep through their throats. They felt as if they had lost their lives. Everyone was in danger for a while, and their fighting spirit was completely defeated.

Streak victories overwhelmed his heart, and he went all out to play tricks to the extreme. He rode forward and stopped Yun Lang himself: "Young general——"

Yun Lang was sweating between his brows and eyelashes, his eyes were clear, and he smiled at him.

Unaware of the winning streak, Yun Lang had already let go of the reins and pedals, stepped on the saddle, passed him, and went straight to the big flag on the platform.

The guards guarding the flag were not very old, they looked no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, and knew that they were invincible, so they closed their eyes and hugged the flagpole tightly.

Yun Lang landed in front of him, threw the gun casually, and walked over step by step.

The young guard was trembling, but he still hugged the flagpole desperately, not retreating half a step.

Yun Lang smiled: "Are you going to die with this flag?"

He didn't have a murderous look on him, but his sharp fighting spirit was so clear that the young guard almost forgot that he was just performing martial arts, and stood up straight tremblingly: "Lian, General Lian said that when a man is with the flag, he is dead with the flag..."

Yun Lang nodded, pulled out the waist knife on his side, weighed it in his hand, and slashed straight at the young guard.

The young guard turned pale and closed his eyes tightly.

The knife carried the force of wind and thunder, barely stopping on top of his head.

The young guard stood still for a long time, still unable to wait for the killing intent, his chest heaved slightly, and he opened his eyes.

"My soldiers don't have to guard a flag."

Yun Lang handed the knife back: "It wasn't the flag I took either."

The young guard half understood what he heard, knelt down and took the waist knife with both hands, staring at him blankly.

Yun Lang walked to Dian Jiang's platform and looked down.

Dianjiangtai is the highest place in the Forbidden Army Camp. From here, you can overlook the entire Chenqiao Camp, and then look far away, you can see the Bian River and the majestic palace city.

At the beginning, Uncle Duan Wang was in charge of the Imperial Army, and he wanted to lead people here to make military oaths and formulate military regulations.

Yun Lang was too savvy back then and accidentally broke the battle flag. Uncle Duan was furious and chased and beat him around the barracks.Xiao Shuo came out to stop his father, saying that banners are not as good as people, that people fight wars, not banners, and we shouldn't put the cart before the horse.

Uncle Duan became furious, immediately forgot about Yunlang, and beat up Xiao Xiaowang who suddenly appeared.

……

Yun Lang photographed every railing on this platform, and recognized every trace.

"The flag is with the people."

Yun Lang said slowly: "If the flag is gone, just make another side. Prince Yan's Mansion has a lot of fabrics and can make many sides."

The martial arts performance in the school field spread throughout the entire Chenqiao camp in a short time. At this time, almost all the imperial guards of the battalion had gathered, huddled tightly under the general's stage.

The few teams that were easily defeated by Yunlang just now have also picked up the dropped armor and weapons, and slowly gathered together to stand upright again.

"Northern Xinjiang is bitter and cold, and the land is vast and sparsely populated. Most of the nomadic tribes don't even have words. No one will recognize a flag by drawing and recording. Even if my Liuyun flag is planted on the ground, if there is no one guarding it, the army will Di's three-year-old son also sneaks over and punches him."

Yun Lang looked at the audience: "But if you are alive, where you stand is the border."

"Six years ago, someone asked to send troops to Yanyun. The Privy Council said that war hurts the peace of heaven, and it should not be used to expand the territory. It is not necessary to use swords, but silver can be exchanged for peace and stability. , bought good horses, bought fine iron, and the tribe grew stronger with ambition."

"Now our money can't satisfy their appetites. Everyone in the northern Xinjiang knows that the Southern Dynasty is weak and rich, and they live a dream-like life. The aroma of wine and meat floats through every street, and the lights at night can reflect the sky like a dream. daytime."

Yun Lang said slowly: "The people here, from top to bottom, from officials to civilians, from the imperial court to the common people, are all soft bones soaked in fine wine and delicacies. As long as the iron hooves are driven straight down, these rich and prosperous people can be easily captured. do."

There was a faint commotion in the audience, the imperial guards frowned, and the young face began to be stained with anger.

Bianliang has been at ease for too long. They have heard the fear of the four realms since they were young, and watched the envoys' floats that pay tribute every year. They only know that the Central Plains is a great country, and no one has heard of it.

Even the so-called Shuofang Army, Yanyun and Beijiang are just extremely distant legends to most common people.Occasionally someone remembered that there were the bravest soldiers there, but they refused to come back for some reason, and they were stationed in the bitter cold border town year after year.

Until Xixia's iron kite broke through Bianliang City, like a black ghost, it shattered the illusion of wine and sensuality.

"Bianliang's fine wine is so fragrant and sensual that some people may have forgotten it."

Yun Lang: "Yanyun Thirteen City originally belonged to us."

Yun Lang lowered his eyes, followed each other, and patted the railing in front of him lightly: "Take the thirteen prefectures of Yanyun first, and the others will attack the Yatou. Looking back at Qinsai as low as a horse, gradually seeing the Yellow River flowing northward..."

This is a battle song from the previous dynasty, written by Prince Zhongyun Shen Kuo, it should have been accompanied by a battle song, but it has been lost in successive years of war.

Shuofang soldiers remember that before the expedition, the battle song will be handed over to relatives along with the suicide note, and will be used as a tombstone when they return home wrapped in horse leather.

Du Yuhou was standing on the sidelines, his eyes were turning red little by little, the bloodshot eyes were pressing down on his eyes, and the veins on his neck were clearly visible.

Inside the imperial army, there was an old soldier from Shuofang who had retreated, wiped off the water marks on his face with all his strength, and chanted in a hoarse voice.

First a few people here and there, then a group.

The flames of war have subsided, and the smoke of the wolf has been extinguished.The scars from Xixia's iron hooves have been completely wiped off on the city wall, and the square city has been rebuilt, spacious and beautiful. Amulets for peace are buried deep in the new bricks, and the most respected old abbot of Daxiangguo Temple prays for blessings.

The shadow of that battle is still there, the shame of being defeated by the imperial army, the shame of being easily knocked open by the enemy is still there, and the bone-chilling fear of being wiped out when facing the black cavalry is still there.

The king of Xixia is dead, and the iron kite of Xixia is dead, but the Liao people are still there.In the depths of the territory of the Liao people, there is an iron pagoda of the Jin people, which is more terrifying than the iron kite, and it is encroaching on the territory of the Liao Kingdom one by one.

But the palace still demands peace, even if the fear of ruining the country and family is hidden by the side of the couch, hidden in the dazzling lanterns all over the street, and the aroma of snacks and wine, falling into dreams every night.

Tribute at the age of tribute, cede the land, move the capital, withdraw from the ancestral territory step by step, and hand over the great rivers and mountains to others!

By the time the third time was recited, the entire Chenqiao camp had roared with regret.

Looking back at Qinsai as low as a horse, I gradually saw the Yellow River flowing straight north.

The might of the sky crosses the Yellow River, and the thousands of Qiang people perform Han songs.Moyan Hengshan reversed the water, and went from Jiaoxi to Enbo.

……

Yun Lang nodded to the vanguard officer who had climbed onto the platform, and let him put on his cloak, leaning on the railing, his eyes were as sharp as lightning, and fell on the Privy Councilor in the distance who was holding the imperial decree tightly.

The privy envoy tightly clutched the imperial decree that no troops were allowed without a decree, trembling, and stood there with a pale face.

Yun Lang stretched out his hand, took the longbow from Xiao Shuo, took an arrow, and aimed at the privy envoy from afar.

The clerk's expression suddenly changed, he tried to run, struggled in vain for a while, only to realize that his legs were so weak that he couldn't move even half a step.

The bowstring vibrated and buzzed, and the sound was shrill.

A hundred steps away, a white-feathered arrow whizzed towards it, viciously piercing through the purple-gold crown on the privy envoy's head.

Yun Lang handed the bow back, patted the floating dust on his palm, turned around and said: "Order general, send troops."

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"Five Poems of Triumph Part Two" Shen Kuo first took the twelve prefectures of Shanxi, and other elements would attack the Yatou.Looking back at Qinsai as low as a horse, I gradually saw the Yellow River flowing straight north.

The might of the sky crosses the Yellow River, and the thousands of Qiang people perform Han songs.Moyan Hengshan reversed the water, and went from Jiaoxi to Enbo.