Qie Shi Tian Xia

"Lord, it’s getting late, and the poor comrades are not chasing. This time we have chased out two hundred miles. The soldiers are tired. If the merchants turn around and attack, they will be 20,000, and we are only 8,000 riding, which is ours. Extremely unfavorable, why not return to Shengcheng first."

The afterglow of the setting sun gradually converged, and the dark twilight drenched the earth. On the expansive wilderness, among the thousands of iron rides like Ziyun flying away, a young general chased after the one rider who had been riding in the forefront and persuaded.

But that ride was unheard of, and he still galloped, and the soldiers behind him naturally chased with whip.

"Lord!" the young general shouted, but was overwhelmed by the riding team behind him, and his words naturally fell out of thunder.

"Stop!" Suddenly, the horse in front was riding a horse.

Suddenly, eight thousand rides stopped together, the horses hissed, and the sound blew.

Standing before Qianqi is a red horse like a blaze of flames. On his horse, a great man wearing purple gold armor is the king dynasty of Jizhou.

"Lord!" the young general ran to the dynasty, "return to the city?"

The dynasty listened intently, and after a moment, he smiled slightly, confident and proud, "This General Ding in Shangzhou is nothing more than that, thought he could kill a carbine? This is too small to look alone."

Two hours ago, Jizhou Zhengtianqi defeated Shangzhou Shengcheng. Shengcheng defender led Ding Xi to the 20,000 remnant soldiers and fled to the king of Shangzhou. When the dynasty learned that, he led eight thousand iron riders to pursue.

"Lord, the merchants really want to turn around to attack us? But at this time we are only eight thousand rides. They... Lord, why don't we go back to Yancheng?" Li Xu, the young general beside him, couldn't help but worry Frowned.

The dynasty glanced at the 19-year-old captain beside him, and then turned his head to look ahead. "Li Duwei, sometimes more people do not necessarily mean more wins."

"Lord..." Li Duwei racked his brain and tried to say something that would persuade his lord not to be in danger. Why did he think about it for a long time and just said, "Lord, you should go back to Shengcheng first, It's not too late to chase down the commercial army after the army is assembled."

The dynasty heard the words with a faint smile. It was a brilliant chess player who had mastered the winning game. He gave a superior king's smile to the chess players who were not good at the next game and were confused by the chess game.

He looked around, the twilight deepened, faintly discernible in the dim and dark, they are now in a flat wasteland, looking away, only a high hill ten feet ahead.

"Let's go there." He waved his hand and pointed at the hill ten feet ahead of him, and then drove away, followed by the eight thousand iron ride.

The dust on the hill had just fallen, and the faint hoof sound had been heard from afar.

"Lift the gun!" The dynasty's voice was extremely low, but it clearly passed into the soldier's ear.

Suddenly, the spears of Ba Qianqi lay flat and extended forward.

In front, the sound of hoof-like rain approached with bursts of shouts, and when he ran to the hill, the Shang Army suddenly stopped.

"General?" A man who looked like a lieutenant looked suspiciously at the general who ordered the troop to be stopped-General Ding Xiding, the defender of Shengcheng. At this point, the army finally had the courage to return to the enemy. It was a good time to take the opportunity to turn back and kill Tianqi by a surprise. Why didn't he see the shadow of Tianqi, but ordered the troop to stop?

The General Ding of Shangzhou has been a veteran of the army for thirty years. He has always been known for his prudent march. He has led the army three times to invade Wangyu, and each battle must win a city. With no power to fight back, I watched the gates of Shengcheng be defeated. I was famous in the domineering of the dynasty. The only thing I could do was to lead the remnants to escape. It's just that I'm always unwilling, and I must leave a lesson to Zheng Tianqi before I leave. Otherwise, even if I fled to the capital of the king, how would I see the Lord.

"General..." The lieutenant beside him called to him.

Ding Xi interrupted with a wave of his hand and jumped off the horse, his skill was still healthy. He crouched down to look carefully at the ground, but in the night without starlight, it was difficult to recognize the traces on the ground.

"Quick fire!" The lieutenant commanded the soldiers, and soon countless torches ignited, and a crimson fire dragon floated on the wasteland.

Through the fire, Ding Xi saw the traces on the ground clearly. When it was confirmed that they were iron horseshoe marks, a panic that had never happened suddenly came to his heart, and he stood up suddenly.

"General, what's wrong?" the lieutenant asked when he saw him with such a look.

"They are here, but they are gone, aren't they..." Ding Xi murmured.

However, his words were not finished yet, and a clear voice rang in the dark wasteland: "General Ding, you didn't disappoint the lonely."

The voice made all the merchants look away, but seeing a silver frost reflected in the hazy fire on the high hills, when everyone was still in shock, the voice rang again, with Incomparable arrogance, "Children, rush!"

At the moment when the voice fell, the roar of the eight thousand iron riders was heard, accompanied by the sound of hoofs like thunder, and the sky was like a purple tide!

"Hurry up!" Ding Xi hurriedly shouted. He has already seen the bravery of striving for the sky, and at the moment they are rushing down from the top with the help of the high hills. The violent impulse cannot be resisted by the copper walls and iron walls!

But the purple tide rolled up quickly, and in the blink of an eye, the soldiers of Shangzhou who had dismounted had the chance to climb on their horses in the future, and they would be submerged under the tide; and the soldiers who were still on horseback-- The sharp silver gun at the front of the purple tide pierced all the barriers that blocked the tide! All the obstacles on the ground that blocked the purple tide from striking like a lightning strike on the ground, the red tide appeared in the purple tide!

"Rewind!" Ding Xi ordered flatly. It cannot be said that he was cowardly and dared not to meet the enemy, but he knew clearly that, under such a sharp and turbulent impulse, the enemy was nothing more than killing more soldiers.

With the command of the general, the Shangzhou soldiers who had been frightened by the sudden appearance of Jingtianqi and frightened by the unreasonable murder suddenly fled, regardless of whether the sword had fallen, and the helmet Was it crooked, and did not care if the companion fell off... I only knew that I ran forward to the place where the purple tide could not catch.

"Escape?" The smirk sneered and raised the sword high, "Children, this quick battle and quick decision, after returning, I will give you three wine altars!"

"Drink!" Zhen Tian's response concealed the wasteland.

In the majestic roar, the highest and most powerful ride, in the dark night, with the hot sun's dazzling and Changhong's rushing weather rushing down from the high hills, flying all the way, in the hands Wu Xuebao's cold cold light swept away, and a blood river flowed away quietly!

"General, let's go!" the lieutenant general called Ding Xi, who ordered to retreat, but stood still.

"Lieutenant General Yao, there is no way out." Ding Xi looked back and urged his lieutenant. At this moment, his expression was extremely calm.

"General..." Lieutenant General Yao looked at the look of the coach, an ominous feeling rose in his heart, the cool feeling was more terrifying than the powerful enemy in front of him.

Ding Xi quietly pulled out the saber at the waist and gently stroked the handle of the sword that had accompanied him in battle for decades.

"There will be no wives and no children, and the only thing is this knife." Ding Xi gripped the handle slightly, and turned his head to look at the deputy who had followed him for three years. "Lieutenant Yao, he will meet the enemy himself later. At that time, Jingtianqi will be attracted by this leader, and then you will lead the Thunderbolt to send out all the crossbows! Remember, there must be no hesitation, no matter whether it is a Shangzhou soldier in front of the crossbow or... this will!

"General!" Lieutenant General Yao exclaimed. He acted as a bait for himself, and died with the enemy.

Ding Xi waved his hands and moved his eyes to look forward. Only one of the thousands of riders rides high above all others. Such an arrogant figure, as if holding the sky in one hand, in the faint fire, that person’s light It is gorgeous and blazing, like Lang Ri returned to nine days!

"It's glory to die with such a person!"

Ding Xi’s already muddy eyes were now glowing with a burning and excited light, "After all the crossbows are fired, no matter whether you win or lose in front of you, you will immediately take them away, how many people can take away How many people! You don’t want to return to the capital of the king, the Lord will never let you! You go to the tooth city to find General Tuoba, or you can still save your life!" Hissing, spreading his four hoofs, and galloping forward.

"The Thunderbolt team is ready!" Looking at the back of the old general who was going to go, Yao will close his eyes gently and orderly.

On August 25, Fengyun Qi broke through Yucheng, Beizhou.

On the same day, Mo Yuqi, who had been stationed outside the northern capital of Beizhou, had to take action.

"Lord, according to spies, there are 50,000 soldiers and horses in the Northern King's capital. It is not difficult for us to break through this city with our military strength." Wang Wangzhong, Ren Chuanyu's fingertips were gently on the map In a circle, it seems that the Northern King has been included in the bag.

"The reason why the Northern King Capital only has 50,000 soldiers and horses is because the two sons of Beizhou lead the army to gather in Wancheng, Yucheng, Yuancheng and Juancheng of the Qiyun Kingdom. If their leader returns, we It will not be so easy." He Qishu poured water on Ren Ren's rain.

"The two sons will never, and dare not lead the army back to rescue at this time." Ren Daiyu smiled carelessly.

Duanmu Wensheng glanced at Ren Chuanyu and looked at Feng Lanxi on the Jade Seat: "Lord, are we going to attack or besieged this time?"

As soon as this remark came out, the other four also turned their eyes to the prince who had been sitting still.

"No need to attack." Feng Lanxi raised a finger and flicked it gently, just such a small movement, but it was extremely beautiful, as if he didn't just shake one finger, but flicked the beauty's forehead with his fingers. Liu Liu, who is so tender and affectionate, "We are besieged by the city, and only surrounded by three sides."

Hearing this, Ren Chuanyu's eyes lit up, looking at Feng Lanxi, and he immediately understood.

"Encircle three sides? Why keep one side? Are you afraid that the North King has escaped?" Ren Chuanyun wondered.

"Alas, when the hunter catches the beast, he also has to open the net, not to mention our benevolent teachers, how can we kill them all." Feng Lan sighed for a long time, his face worried about the country and the people, "So this battle is in the north. Wang Ruo escapes, and he will never pursue him." He said that he would look at the generals with a glance. The meaning is very clear. If you are not chasing alone, you should be obedient.

Duanmu Wensheng and Ren Chuanyun looked at each other. But they have followed the Lord for more than ten years, and they don’t believe this reason of “benevolent”!

He Qishu bowed his head and smiled slightly, and stopped talking.

Qiao Jin put the long sword he was playing back into his sheath and said, "What if the North King does not run away? If he stays in the king's capital, will he swear to death?"

"Of course he will run away." It was Ren Chuanyu who answered the words, and a cunning and smug smile floated on Bai Jing's face. "He must run away."

Qiao Jin raised his eyebrows and glanced at Ren Chuanyu. After a moment, he seemed to recognize the confidence in his words and stopped talking.

Duanmu Wensheng frowned again and looked at Ren Chuanyu. Whenever such a smile appeared on his face, it represented another conspiracy success. He is the most straightforward character among the four generals. He has never been harsh and opposed to Ren Daiyu’s conspiracies and tricks because he is on the same side, but it is also impossible for him to like these strategies.

Regarding Duanmu Wensheng's gaze and the meaning revealed in his eyes, Ren Daiyu just smiled casually.

"It's better not to have too many casualties this time, whether it's the lonely Mo Yuqi, or the warrior of the North King." Feng Lanxi suddenly said again, and his dark eyes moved to Ren Chuanyu.

"The Lord, please rest assured that this time you have captured the Northern King, Chen Ding will do everything in his power to achieve the Lord's wish." Ren Daiyu bowed to his lord to assure.

"Huh." Feng Lan nodded slightly, "Then so."

"Yes, the minister waited to leave." The five of them bowed back.

In a smaller camp at the end of Mo Yuqi's camp, Feng Qiwu lives.

"Sister Feng, will you sing to me, please?" Jiao Jiao's crunchy voice carried a hint of fragility.

In the tent, Feng Qiwu in Tsing Yi was sitting on the couch wiping the pipa with silk, while Bai Langhua in the red dress was leaning against the couch, looking up at Feng Qiwu.

When Fengyun Qi and Mo Yuqi went their separate ways, it was logical that Bai Langhua, who was his fiancee of Xiu Jiurong, should follow Feng Yunqi, but King Qing sent her to Feng Qiwu's account, saying only one sentence: "Be company with Feng Feng."

This way, Bai Langhua was panicked and anxious. When Feng Qiwu saw it, he would always play a pipa or sing a clear song. Every time, Bai Langhua's state of mind would become quiet and lean on Feng Qiwu. Is like a cat.

"Sister Feng, will you sing?" Bai Langhua pulled Feng Qiwu's sleeve.

"I sing to you every day, and you are not a child who can't sleep." Feng Qiwu said indifferently.

"But..." Bai Langhua's eyes dimmed. "Sister, my heart is panicking. My father, his... his father..." The intermittent but failed to finish.

Feng Qiwu's hand rubbing the strings stopped and looked at Bai Langhua, red clothes and snow skin, like the white magnolia wrapped in Tongxia, but her face was sad and sad, she couldn't help but sigh, but she couldn't help it. .

"Sister Feng, my father, he... will he die?" Bai Langhua said for a long while, a word of "death" exited, a teardrop fell in his eyes, and he quickly raised Bai Shengsheng's small hand to wipe Go, "Sister Feng, I am afraid, and I am worried every day along the way."

Feng Qiwu raised his hand and gently stroked Bai Langhua's head. "Don't worry, Yong will not kill your father."

"Really?" Bai Langhua's eyes lit up.

"Really." Feng Qiwu nodded, and didn't want to continue this topic, he said, "General Xiu has been away for so many days, are you also worried?"

"Nothing!" Bai Langhua immediately retorted, a small face instantly reddish like his clothes.

Feng Qiwu continued to wipe the pipa, "General Xiu's skill is high, you really don't have to worry."

"I didn't worry about him, I just worried about the father and the elder brothers." Bai Langhua retorted again, but her red face and watery eyes revealed her true heart.

Looking at her shy, happy-looking expression, Feng Qiwu's cold face also had a slight smile on her face, adding a little softness, "General Xiu will be a good husband, you are very blessed ."

"He..." Bai Langhua wanted to say a few cruel words to show that he didn't care about the Xiujiurong, but when that face flashed in his head, his heart hurt a little and he couldn't help raising his hand to cover his chest.

Taking a look at Bai Langhua, Feng Qiwu shook his head slightly, throwing away his handkerchief, gently picking up with his fingertips, and the soft ringing sounded in the tent, "What song do you want to listen to?"

"Ah?" Bai Langhua recovered from his bewilderment. "Just sing... the dragon-stealing cup that you sang last time collects Wannian ice."

"That's Qing Wang's "Drunken Song"." Feng Qiwu's eyes gleamed slightly.

"It was the King of Blue?" Bai Langhua's eyes lit up, revealing the light of worship. "That sister is singing quickly, but it's nice! Sister, do we have to drink too? Pin Lin, go and drink wine!"

Looking at the person who was leaping in the blink of an eye, Feng Qiwu smiled softly, stopped talking, flicked his hands, and started singing:

Wen Jun came to the moon with wine, and I opened the Caimen sweeping trail.

First steal the Dragon King Luminous Cup, and then collect snowy mountains for thousands of years.

It's still water and hibiscus, Qingsi still smokes...

Ding Ding's pipa and cold singing scattered in the tent. When Pin Lin came in with the wine, the song flew quietly from the raised curtain...

The palace of the Northern King, the closed gate of the Yidan Palace was gently pushed open, and the northern king, like a wood carving, stood in the hall.

"Lord," Ge Hong, head of the inner court, walked into the hall lightly.

"Is there no news yet?" North King asked without looking back.

"I haven't received any news from the two sons yet," Ge Honghui replied head-on.

"Huh!" Bei Wang sneered coldly, "I'm afraid there will never be news!"

"There is something going on on the road between Grand Master and Fourth Master Xu Shi, maybe tomorrow the two Masters will lead the army back to Wangdu." Ge Hong still lowered his head.

But the North King heard Yan Shen with a deep sigh, "You don't need to comfort the orphans, the two wicked sons will not lead the army back to save the king. The orphan understands that the king is now surrounded by the Yong Wang, and he can't help seeing it. Life comes in."

"The Lord." Ge Hong raised his head, and when he looked up, he found that the Lord was so thin, his temples were like frost, his eyes were deep, and the original fitted robe was also hanging loosely.

"Alas, the foundation of the ancestors failed to keep alone." The Northern King glanced over the portraits of the princes of the Bai family in the temple, and then raised his hands to cover his eyes and sighed bitterly, "The ancestors are also ashamed under Gu Jiuquan. !"

Ge Hong looked at the North King, but he didn't know how to comfort him, thinking about the situation inside and outside the city, he was also very worried.

"But there is news from Langhua?" the North King suddenly asked.

"Not yet." Ge Hong replied, seeing the North King's disappointed and worried eyes, he couldn't help persuading him, "Don't worry too much about the Lord. Yong Wang wants to be the name of Ren Renyi, and he will never kill the royal family by mistake. The princess is so cute that no one has the heart to hurt."

"I hope... I hope God bless the lonely Langhua!" The North King sighed helplessly, his eyes became fierce at the end, and he gritted his teeth, "The two useless wicked sons, only to escape their own lives, and throw away their sister No matter what! Lonely... lonely... coughing coughing..." After a sudden anger, he coughed suddenly.

"Lord, please take care of your body." Ge Hong hurriedly stepped forward to support the North King.

"Lonely, it's no use." The North King said tiredly when he was relieved.

"Lord..." Ge Hong opened his mouth, but swallowed again.

The North King turned his head and glanced at him. "If you have anything to say, after tonight, I don't know if I can still hear it."

Ge Hong thought for a while and summoned the courage to say: "Lord, there are rumors in the Wangdu today that people are distracted, and Wang is afraid that it is not good to keep."

The North King was furious when he heard his face, and his long beard twitched, and he had to attack, but in the end he controlled his emotions and said in a calm tone: "What have you heard?"

"The Qing and Yong armies have won seven cities all the way from the day they started their troops, and most of my northern prefectures have entered their pockets. Although they won the city by war, they won the peace of the people, and the people are not ashamed of the country. Instead, it is safe to live under its feathers. In the territory of Beizhou, it is said that the benevolence of Yong Wang and the prestige of Qing Wang, the people are not afraid, and they are looking forward to it. At this afternoon, there are those who are forced to go out of the city in the west of the city and are willing to vote under the account of Yong Wang. The defensive will be suppressed, and the people's indignation will be repressed. Although this has been suppressed, this move has made us lose people's hearts and minds. Even in the siege of the sun, our army is like a tight string, and the body and mind are exhausted. We have defeated ourselves."

Ge Hong's answer seemed to be endorsement, sullen and tumbling.

A flash of light flashed in the eyes of the North King, his face covered with frost, "Who taught you to say?"

"Slaughter slave, **** it." Ge Hong threw himself down on his knees, took out a copybook from his sleeve and held it in his hands. "Because the Lord hasn't gone up for three days, Changda Talent asked the slave to speak to the Lord."

The light in the eyes of the Northern King was indefinite, and he remained silent for a long time, and there was a suffocating silence in the palace. Ge Hong, who was kneeling on the ground, was covered with sweat beads. I wonder if it was because of the heat or the tension.

"Take it." After a long time, the low voice of the North King sounded in the hall.

"Yes." Ge Hong hurriedly knelt in front of the North King, holding his fold in his hand to the top of his head.

The North King took the fold, and there was another silence in the palace.

After a long time, Ge Hong's knees were numb, and he heard the North King's voice without a hint of joy coming out of his head, "Get up."

"Thank you Lord." Ge Hong knocked up.

But the North King's eyes looked at the portraits of the ancestors of the past, and then fell back into the hands of the child.

Ge Hong was startled and quietly looked up at the North King, but he saw that he was staring directly at the front of the hall. The portrait hanging there was Bai Yima, the first generation of the master of Beizhou.

In the evening of August 26. The Northern King led the army of 50,000, carrying the clan and his generals, and quietly escaped from the capital by night to the Zhencheng.

On August 27, the people of Wangdu opened the city gate to greet the Yong King who had both benevolence and virtue.

In this way, Mo Yuqi did not shed a drop of blood, so he put the king of Beizhou in his palm. The news came out, and the world was shocked.

"This matter is about King Yong, but it's normal." Under the stars, Yu missed the chance to calmly.

"You can take a city without hurting a soldier, and you have to admire this kind of wisdom." When the dynasty said this, he stroked an arrow on his chest.

The four generals of Fengyunqi who got the news did not praise King Yong like their opponents.

"Let the North King escape, wouldn't it be endless?" The four generals wondered.

Feng Xiyun smiled and shook his head, "Don't you forget the edict when we started the army?"

After this remark, the four generals were shocked.

"Fall the chaos minister with Anjun, and sweep the thief to keep people's livelihood. If there is no'chaos minister against the thief' in this world, then do we have any reason to fight? If this bridge to the imperial capital is broken, how can we go? Where are you going to the emperor?" Feng Xiyun warmly spoke to wake up the general.

The four will awaken, all nodding.

"The Northern King abandoned the city and fled, which was reasonable. He also had his plans." Feng Xiyun said again, "Outside, there is a military and strength that is far better than your own Mo Yu riding a tiger to watch; inside, Then the people’s hearts collapsed, and the military’s heart was unstable, so it was a battle to be defeated, but it was a fiasco. So instead of abandoning the city and conserving the troops, we would join the army of the two sons who had settled in the territory of King Qiyun and headed towards the capital. If you can hold the emperor, you can order the kings..."

At this point, Feng Xiyun gave a slight meal and looked up to the sky. "It's just that the Emperor Capital also has a Dongshu magnified general. The reason why the Dadong Dynasty still has this name, and the reason why the emperor can still sit in the Golden Temple, all depends. This great general. Therefore, the dream of the North King will eventually fail."

"The Lord said it is reasonable." Four will deeply agree.

Feng Xiyun smiled gently and looked back at the four generals. "In the future, you will probably see wonders that have never been seen in history, and you can participate in and create this history in person. Fortunately or unfortunately, non I can assert. But whether it is the North King or Dongshu Fang, they are only pawns in the palm of others, and the people who master these pawns have never been on the horse to kill the enemy, but those who are invincible and kill the enemy into the mountain. The general is not a finger at him. Even if the man does not wear the armor, he is still a famous general!"

After these words were finished, Feng Xiyun's face looked puzzling, like a smile, a sigh, a joy, a sorrow, a praise, an irony.

In the future, Feng Xiyun's remarks and the words of the imperial dynasty of Ji Wang and Jade's missed history will be included in the history books.

Historian commented: Yu Gongzi's words show the wisdom of the jade family; Ji Wang's words show the hero's ambition and heroism; Qing Wang's words show his "whether it is fortunate or unfortunate to participate in and create history" "And the vision of being a king to perceive the current situation of the world.

Therefore, in the later generations, when talking about the three kings in troubled times, the Yong King has the quality of a benevolent monarch who will make the world obey; the King Ji has the spirit of an overlord who makes the world bow; the Green King has the power of an emperor but lacks the ambition of the king. Empty Valley voiceless.