Struggle History of the Reborn Son

In the cold winter wind, Xu Jingxuan was braving the strong wind, as if a fire was burning in his heart, he really wanted to grab Xiao Shihong's lapel, and ask carefully, what exactly did he mean?

If it weren't for what his father said today, he might have thought that Xiao Shihong recommended him for the expedition because Xiao Shifeng was there, or maybe it was because Xiao Shihong valued him; On the cusp?

Is he thinking too much?He wanted to find out.

However, when Xu Jingxuan came to the gate of Prince Hong's Mansion, there were two huge lions standing on both sides of the majestic Prince Hong Mansion, and two huge red lanterns hung at the door. Perhaps it was because it was too cold, and the gatekeepers at the gate were all hiding. After entering the mansion, in Xu Jingxuan's eyes, under the dark sky, the whole Prince Hong's mansion seemed unwelcome to him.

The door knocker was slammed, and a moment later, the gate of the palace opened, and a strange head stuck out, and he asked, "My lord, who are you looking for?"

Xu Jingxuan frowned. When did the doorman of Prince Hong's mansion change, but he still said, "I'm looking for Prince Hong."

The young man looked at Xu Jingxuan's attire for a while, wondering: "It's really unlucky for this young master to come, my princess is not feeling well today, she had a rest early, the prince is accompanying her, and told me not to disturb."

Xu Jingxuan was stunned, the fire in his heart suddenly felt as if cold water had been poured on it, and it was so cold that it pierced through his heart.

Xu Jingxuan nodded, said goodbye, turned around, and walked on Zhuque Street sadly. At this time, Zhuque Street was deserted, with only a few passers-by in a hurry.

Suddenly, a down-and-out beggar on the street corner broke into Xu Jingxuan's sight. He curled up, shivering from the cold, raised his head slightly, and looked at Xu Jingxuan with longing eyes. In those eyes, there seemed to be two clusters of faint light shining in the cold Flickering and swaying in the wind, struggling slowly.

Xu Jingxuan's heart trembled as if being hit by a heavy object.

A long time ago, a man said to a group of helpless children.

——I think when I am 15 years old, if my father allows me to leave the palace to build a mansion, or become a vassal in other places, I should be able to slowly work hard and be able to help more people.

——If there is such an autonomous region one day, why don't you go and govern it with me.

Now, that person is sixteen, and he will be seventeen soon during the Chinese New Year. He is in the northwest, perhaps because he wants to realize his wish as soon as possible.

Suddenly, the gloom in Xu Jingxuan's body cleared away, and there seemed to be a light in his heart, guiding him in the direction - no matter what, he wanted to see him first!

Xu Jingxuan helped the little beggar up, and quickly ran to a restaurant that was about to close, ordered more than 20 dishes in one go, ordered the shopkeeper to pack them, and ordered hundreds of steamed buns. Half an hour later, the little beggar ate I was full, and looked at the steamed buns and dishes in front of me in disbelief.

"Big brother, is this really for me?"

Xu Jingxuan nodded solemnly, and said, "Yes, didn't you say that you still have many friends? Let's take them back and feed them."

"Really, it's unbelievable, I must be dreaming..." the little beggar wept with joy.

When the little beggar returned to the small dilapidated temple where they lived with his steamed buns and food in spite of the burden, the joyful expressions of his friends made him feel real.

He remembered that the big brother said that he will go to war the day after tomorrow, and someone will take care of them tomorrow, and they will no longer have to live without food, clothing, warmth, and sleep. If it is true, that would be great Yes, let them do whatever they want.

His brother also said that he should thank him.

However, he still didn't understand that he was obviously sitting there, wanting to ask him for some food, but he was so hungry that he didn't have the strength to make a sound, so he could only stare at him with his eyes.

Perhaps, in the dark, it is fate.

Three days later, Xu Jingxuan was awarded the title of Captain of the Rear Army and led [-] troops to prepare food and grass to reinforce the Northwest Army.However, the Northwest Army, which had been defeated frequently, actually took back the military fortress Beikuo City ten days after the [-] reinforcements dispatched, and took back the military fortress Beikuo City. Several small cities.

When they were about to arrive at Beikuo City, Xu Jingxuan had collected food and grass for an army of 20 for three months. According to the current schedule, they could arrive at Beikuo City about one day before New Year's Eve.

New Year's Eve is a special festival for the people of the entire Daewoo Dynasty. Although they can't spend it with their families at home, if they can reach Beikuo City, it will be several times better than spending it hastily on the road.

However, as things turned out, Xu Jingxuan's rear army encountered a surprise attack from Tibetans.

In the northwestern part of the cold winter, most days are shrouded in ice and snow, and many mountains along the way are covered with snow. In order to prevent natural disasters and avalanches, and at the same time allow the army to reach Beikuo City on time, Xu Jingxuan chose the official road.

Unexpectedly, they encountered a small team of hundreds of Tibetans who came over the mountain. Although the number of this team was small, all of them were elites. Avoiding the center of the soldiers of the army, using weapons and the agility of the small team to restrain the march and destroy a lot of food and grass.

By the time Xu Jingxuan completely wiped them out, two days had passed.

Therefore, the time for the army to go to Beikuo City was delayed until the second day of the new year.

As soon as Xu Jingxuan entered the city, he felt that the atmosphere in the city was extremely depressing, and there was no excitement of the New Year. After settling down in the army, Xu Jingxuan walked quickly to the military deployment center, and there were no familiar faces inside.

He reported his identity nervously, and asked one of the generals, "General Gan, where is His Highness the Eighth Prince now?"

The general was in his 40s, and was solemnly staring at the military sand table for research. He looked up and saw a strange young man in military uniform. Breaking his train of thought, his tantrum is ready to break out.

"Your Highness has fought three hundred rounds with the barbarians."

General Gan waved his hands and replied that they had been fighting on the battlefield all year round, and they were used to the life of being ready to fight anytime, anywhere.

Xu Jingxuan's heart was shocked, thinking back to the posture of hundreds of Tibetans three days ago who were willing to delay their march at the expense of all being killed, there must be something hidden in it.

"General Gan, how long has the Eighth Highness been out?"

"Eh? What time is it now?" Gan Zhe looked up at the hourglass, and said in surprise, "It's already this hour. His Highness hasn't come back yet. Could something be wrong?"

Before General Gan's words fell, he heard the messengers outside the door reporting loudly.

"Report!—"

"When did you panic?" General Gan frowned and reprimanded loudly.

"Reporting to General, His Highness Eighth Highness was besieged by Tibetan soldiers in West Wind Valley."

"West Wind Valley, how is it possible? Didn't the Tibetan soldiers just come [-], we sent [-] troops, and we discussed with His Highness the Eighth Highness before, and after they were motivated, they immediately withdrew the troops?" General Gan Zhe was in a hurry, a few steps forward Go to the sand table and stare at West Wind Valley above.

Xu Jingxuan followed Gan Zhe's gaze, and saw that West Wind Valley was narrow at both ends and spacious in the middle. Once lured into it, it was very easy to be flanked by people from front to back and besieged from top to bottom.

However, with the agreement of the generals before, and Xiao Shifeng's own military mind later, how could he be fooled?

The messenger said: "General Gan, we have already won the battle, and the opponent's [-] troops have already been killed or wounded. The Eighth Highness was going to return to defense, but this time the prince of the Tibetan soldiers went into battle in person, brought the remnants of the army, and said Our reinforcements, Captain Xu, were captured alive. His Highness the Eighth Highness saw it with his own eyes. The Tibetan prince also took out many items belonging to Captain Xu. His Highness was also worried that this was their strategy to lure the enemy, so he ordered the army to return, only bringing three thousand The cavalry went after them..."

General Gan and Xu Jingxuan looked at each other.

"His uncle, who are you then?" General Gan's eyes widened.

Xu Jingxuan also wondered, am I not this?As he said that, he hurriedly took out the imperial decree and the badge of the captain.

Gan Zhe was relieved now.

Xu Jingxuan's eyes widened suddenly. He remembered that a few days ago, in order to save food and grass, his camp was attacked by Tibetan soldiers and burned down. He was lucky at that time, and he thought it was that time when Tibetan soldiers took his clothes and supplies... ...and he delayed his arrival...

Thinking of this, Xu Jingxuan's face turned pale, he hurriedly turned and ran out, saying: "I'll save him."

Gan Zhe slapped his head, hurriedly chased him out, and shouted: "Captain Xu, you don't know the place, wait for me, I'll go with you..."

Xu Jingxuan quickly ordered five thousand troops, and under the leadership of Gan Zhe, he galloped out of Beikuo City.

At the same time, West Wind Valley.

Xiao Shifeng knew he had been tricked, but what better news than Ah Xuan's safety?

"Haha, the eighth prince is nothing more than that. I can kill you with just a few pieces of clothing. You are so stupid..." The Tibetan eldest prince stood on a hillside surrounded by guards. Tibetan soldiers, in the entire valley, countless sharp arrows are pointing in Xiao Shifeng's direction.

Xiao Shifeng sneered, and said: "Atamu, you dare to say that others are stupid, how stupid! If you want the life of His Highness, just let the horse come here."

As soon as Xiao Shifeng's hand gesture changed, the three thousand elite soldiers put up an offensive and defensive posture.

Atamu's face changed, obviously he had suffered from the Daewoo army before, so he couldn't help standing up and shouting: "His Royal Highness, don't you want your little lover's life? Your Royal Highness is indeed right , as long as we threaten you with the life of Captain Xu, you will definitely be caught without a fight."

Atamu gritted his teeth, actually a little guilty, because only two of his elite soldiers escaped, and only brought back a few pieces of burnt and damaged clothes, and they didn't catch Xu Jingxuan, that group of trash at all!It's really not enough to succeed but more to fail!

Hearing Atamu's words, Xiao Shifeng's blood-colored face became a little more ferocious, and he raised his long arms high, and his voice full of inner strength echoed throughout the West Wind Valley.

"All officers and men, whoever captures Atam alive will receive a reward of one thousand taels and be promoted to three ranks; whoever kills Atam will be rewarded with a reward of one hundred taels and be promoted to two ranks; Advance to one level, give it to me, kill!—”

Three thousand soldiers, with morale like a rainbow in an instant, galloped out like bloody wolves.

Atam had the right time and place, but at this moment, his morale was completely suppressed.

A bloody fight, the delivery of life, begins...

Between swords, lights and swords, corpses flew up and down, and Atamu's face became worse and worse. He called dozens of archers from the Tibetan army tremblingly, and said urgently: "Who among you killed Xiao Shifeng for this king? Your people are included in the clan royal family!"

The clan and royal family of the Tibetan people pay tribute with cattle, sheep, horses and cheese every year.

Dozens of sharp archers heard the words, their eyes were full of greed.

Dozens of sharp arrows were pointed at the man who harvested the lives of Tibetan soldiers on the battlefield like a hell Shura...

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