surnamed Wang

Chapter 472 Conditions
When nearly 30 North Turkistan troops rushed to Banpo, the sky was already showing signs of clearing up, and the rain was much lighter, and it seemed that it might stop at any time.

Like a steel meat grinder, the Hundred Thousand Dynasty Army quickly reduced the North Turkistan heavy armored cavalry to less than 2000, trying to end the battle before the reinforcements from the other side arrived. Both sides had reached the moment of life and death.

At this time, there was a sudden roar in the sky, and the remaining dark clouds began to dissipate at a speed visible to the naked eye. In just a few breaths, the entire sky became clear again, and the sun shone on the earth again.

All the people present stopped their actions at the same time, and looked up at this strange scene. Emperor Shun, who was located behind the camp, had a smile on his lips, but this smile had a different meaning, and it didn't seem to be purely because of weather reason.

Zou Shun, who was in charge of guarding next to him, accidentally caught sight of the emperor's expression, and couldn't help showing surprise. It was the first time he saw His Majesty smile since the empress died of illness five years ago.

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On the southern hillside, Beitu Great Khan Battelle couldn't help being stunned for a while in the face of the sudden change, while the Tsing Yi Confucian scholar beside him threw away the oil-paper umbrella in his hand and laughed loudly:
"Hahaha, here we come, here we come!"

Battelle turned his head when he heard the words, his face full of doubts, "What's coming?" Until now, he didn't know what the other party was planning.

In a tent behind the North Turkistan army camp, Dayan Dolan seemed to have sensed something, and hurriedly got up and went outside the tent. When he saw the clear sky in an instant, he hesitated for a moment, and then took off his steps and ran towards the front line regardless of the muddy ground.

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More than ten miles south of Kaipingwei, two figures, one big and one small, were standing under the tree in coir raincoats. The taller man was in his early forties with a short beard and ordinary appearance, while the younger one was about fifteen or sixteen years old. Very handsome, it is the father and son who settled down in the small town before.

The middle-aged man said calmly:
"Qianshan, don't you want to see the real battlefield? Dad will take you there right away."

The boy was obviously still in the shock of the rainy day, and before he could react, a strong force came from his shoulders.

The child who was called "Qianshan" only felt a blur in front of his eyes, his body seemed to be in the clouds, and the surrounding scenery quickly receded. When he came back to his senses, he was already outside the Weicheng of Kaiping.

Not far away, the two armies were fighting. Although the rain had stopped, the water on the ground was still flowing everywhere. The muddy water was stained with blood, which looked very dazzling.

The young man has grown up so much. Although he often clamors to walk the rivers and lakes, it is the first time in his life that he sees a dead person. The surrounding ground is scattered with broken limbs and broken arms. The air is filled with blood that cannot be washed away by the rain. He is already fair. His face turned even paler at this moment, and the young man suppressed his nausea so that he didn't spit it out on the spot.

The man glanced at his son and said lightly:
"I'm going to do something, you wait here."

After all, his figure flashed and disappeared.

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Almost instantly, there was a figure beside Barthes and Yao Jian. The man was dressed in a coir raincoat, standing beside them quietly with his hands folded, looking in the direction of the battlefield and saying:

"Why invade the Central Plains?"

Barter was shocked when he saw this, and just about to pull out the golden knife in his hand, he was lightly pushed back by the Confucian scholar beside him, and the Confucian scholar in blue bowed to him and said:

"Presumably this is the Eighth Prince. I'm Yao Jian. This incident was all caused by me."

"What do you want?" the visitor asked calmly.

"Beitu is at the moment of life and death. I have written to the princess several times, but she insists on refusing to come back to relieve the siege. I really have no choice, so I made this bad plan."

Yao Qingyi never mentioned his plan to anyone, but at this moment he told the person in front of him without reservation. This middle-aged man dressed like ordinary people is the Eighth Prince Wang Quanquan who has been to Zhongzhou for many years.

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Wang Gangquan didn't reply right away, but slowly understood the coir raincoat on his body, and after the coir raincoat was neatly stacked, he waved his right hand lightly, and the coir raincoat disappeared.

Seeing this, Battelle's eyes almost popped out. No wonder Yao Jian stopped him just now. If he really made a move, he might not even know how he died.

The woman who is the eldest princess of Beitu finally came to the top of the slope at this time. Dayan Duolan was dressed in a mess and was covered in mud. Afterwards, his figure trembled, obviously a little scared, but he still walked forward step by step.

Wang Gangquan glanced at the three of them, and said:

"Do you know that this is a capital crime?"

"Yao Jian was convicted, Dayan's family is benevolent, and Yao is determined to protect him. The Xiao family in the north invited an immortal. If that person insists on killing Da Khan, a million soldiers may not be able to stop him. "

"That's why you want Moon Cake and Pu Wen to return to the court. If they don't want to, you can only use the worst strategy. The army will force me to show up, and then I will use my hands to kill the so-called Great Snow Mountain Venerable." Wang Gangquan His tone was still calm, as if everything was known.

Dayan Dolan came to Battelle's side. After hearing this, the aunt and nephew finally understood Yao Qingyi's good intentions. They looked at each other in unison, with different meanings in their eyes.

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"What's your condition?" Wang Gangquan asked again.

"Fourteen prefectures of Wuyou." The Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi said word by word.

Wang Gangquan glanced at the other party, then turned back and said:
"Wuyou Fourteen Prefectures is my territory in the Central Plains. Even if you don't return it, we will fight back. This is not enough bargaining chips."

Battelle was angry when he heard the words, and was about to speak, but Dayan Dolan stopped him with a look. He could only swallow this breath with a gloomy expression and unwillingness.

Yao Jian lowered his head to think for a moment, then raised his head again, with firm eyes and said:

"What does the lord want?"

"Chisel the golden gun, and your life." The other party's voice was cold.

"can."

As soon as the Confucian scholar in Tsing Yi finished speaking, Wang Gingquan grabbed him and disappeared in an instant. Dayan Dolan looked at the direction in which the two disappeared, with a worried expression on his face.

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The battle between the Dynasty army and the North Turkistan cavalry was coming to an end. There were less than a thousand heavy armored soldiers left, and they were still retreating steadily. A figure suddenly appeared in the crowd, and the man in the bunt shirt waved his hands, and the soldiers within ten steps around were immediately divided into two sides.

The visitor glanced at the generals on both sides, and then said to the green-clothed Confucian scholar next to him:
"Bring it."

Yao Qingyi nodded, and said to the surprised Yuan Baihu:

"General Yuan, hand over the chiseled golden spear."

The latter was naturally unwilling, but after seeing the other party's eyes, he thought about it for a while, and finally snorted coldly, throwing the black gun in his hand fiercely at the person beside Yao Jian.

Wang Gingquan didn't make any extra movements. With a light shake of his left hand, he directly caught the ferocious spear. Although the spear was intercepted abruptly, the tail of the spear was still trembling, which showed how much force the opponent had used just now.

Wang Gingquan looked at the big gun in his hand, and said to Yuan Baihu indifferently:
"On behalf of my wife, thank General Yuan for giving me the gun."

In the past, Yuan Baihu, who lost his favorite gun, would definitely take advantage of it verbally, saying a few words like "Thank you, let your mother-in-law come to my bed to thank you", but now judging by Yao Jian's attitude and the opponent's skill, he I really don't have the guts.

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(End of this chapter)