Novoland: Eagle Flag Chapter 1: Gun Twelve
Eighth year of Emperor Xi, August 15th.
The outskirts of Nanhuai City, Daliuying.
The security of the camp was heavily guarded, the cold light of guns was projected down from the wooden towers, and there were occasional bangs and bangs of soldiers drawing their bowstrings falsely. People in threes and fives gathered in the distance to watch, but they dared not approach. Everyone in Nanhuai City knew that this was a martial arts performance set up by the king to welcome the distinguished guests of the Golden Tent Kingdom, and there was also a competition of young warriors. People gathered here curiously to see the ceremonial guard of the young master of the Golden Horde. They hadn't really contacted the barbarians for decades, and the barbarian cavalry who were brutal and brutal could only read from books.
"Fall off the grid!"
Amidst the long shouts, the huge gate slowly descended, trying to completely separate Daliuying from the outside world.
The fast horse came flying, and the sweaty young man immediately reined in the horse and forced it to the door.
"Let me in!" The boy shouted, "I want to fight the barbarians!"
"Presumptuous! The warriors for the martial arts competition have already entered, who dares to be arrogant in front of the Daliu camp?"
"Let me in!" Ji Ye impatiently circled his horse in front of the gate, "I am the one who wants to compete with the barbarians."
"Where is this place? Did you come here? If you dare to act wild again, you will take it down!" The soldier shouted.
Himino's clothes were soaked through, and his long wet hair stuck to his forehead. He really didn't look like a samurai from a family. The Lower Tang Dynasty is also one of the areas where the old customs of the imperial dynasty are the strongest, and the children of the aristocratic family are different in every word and deed.
"Let me in!" Ji Ye had no choice but to shout loudly.
Although he is only fourteen years old, Ji Ye's figure is like that of a sixteen or seventeen-year-old man. His shout was so loud that the soldiers, fearing to alarm the distinguished guests inside, hurriedly lined up their spears and blocked them firmly. over him. Ji Ye was full of anger, he kept holding the rein, and the horse raised its hooves, restless.
"Wait a minute," someone said slowly.
Jimo turned his head and saw a general in black armor sitting on a black horse. He is very distinctive with a black scabbard epee and a black cloak, and even the horse bridle is pure black. But the general's face and hands were fairer than any general Ji Ye had ever seen, making him look as elegant as a civil servant.
"General Xi," the soldiers hurriedly saluted.
"You have a very good gun," General Xi said to Himeno, "Maybe you are really a samurai who came to the competition. What's your name?"
"Hime Ye! Wild wild."
General Xi smiled. Ji Ye's answer was very impolite. Since it was a meeting between a gentry and a samurai, and General Xi was a famous general named Qingdong Liu, Ji Ye should have reported his surname and family biography together with the title of his predecessor, let alone sitting upright on the horse. Back to answer.
"I see, you are Mr. Ji Qianzheng's eldest son, right? Your name is indeed on the list," General Xi nodded slightly, "Why are you late for the martial arts contest presided over by the Lord himself?"
"Be careful, general," a soldier reminded, "maybe he is lying."
"No," General Xi smiled and waved his hand, "With a tiger tooth gun in hand, of course he is a descendant of the Ji family."
"You know my gun?"
"Numb Erdus Golia, the tiger's teeth tear the soul of the cowardly," General Xi smiled faintly, "I've heard of your gun."
"I was practicing guns, so I came late," Ji Ye said, "It's not too late, I still caught up, why didn't you let me in?"
"Fighting opportunity waits for no one," General Xi shook his head, "Besides, you should practice your gun as early as possible."
Jimo was a bit at a loss, but soon he raised his head: "Anyway, as long as you let me in, I can defeat the barbarians."
"I practiced shooting all night? Do you still have the strength?"
"Maybe in the future, we will have to fight for three days and three nights. What is it to practice guns all night?"
"Hehe," General Xi laughed, "If you kill him for three days and three nights, Kuafu's body will collapse, that's childish."
When Ji Ye was stunned, General Xi waved his hand: "Open the gate, let me and this little hero go in."
"General..." The soldier hesitated.
General Xi ignored the soldier's face, and gestured to Ji Ye: "Have someone find you a small set of imperial armor for you to wear. If you show the disheveled appearance, the leader of the northern land barbarians will think we are Xiatang is poor."
Ji Ye nodded, before he had time to thank him, he rode his horse and rushed in first.
"General..." The sergeant guarding the gate wanted to say something, but his voice was still low.
"A very pompous kid, isn't he?" General Xi looked down at the grumbling sergeant and laughed lazily.
Countless banners in the Great Liu Camp almost covered the entire sky, the saber-toothed leopards of the Golden Tent and the golden chrysanthemum banners of Xia Tang were entangled in the wind, making a hula-la sound. The passionate army drums became more and more fierce, and the clash of weapons in the martial arts arena was sharp and piercing. Xiatang Shangzi, all the princes and ministers of the Xiatang Dynasty in purple clothes surrounded the high seated lord, and the barbarian warriors sat in a circle on the other side of the VIP table, and the middle-aged warriors in the middle were wrapped in white leopard fur around their wrists.
General Xi stepped into the gate of the camp, just as the leader of the barbarian warriors bowed his head down. The eyes of the two met across the crowd, and they both turned their heads to avoid it.
Xiaobu, the inner **** of Zihuan Palace in Feiyi, came up to him: "Hey, general, general, wait until the general arrives. The lord told me to wait here for the general, and I'm worried that the general won't come." /
"How about Xiyuan's victory?"
"I have already won the first game. After all, it is the nephew of the general's family. From this point of view, this opponent can also win."
General Xi stopped for a step and turned to the martial arts arena. The young man in the black leather armor of the Tang Imperial Army was gaining the upper hand. He had an epee in his right hand and a copper shield in his left, and he was aggressively attacking. The copper shield was also used by him as a weapon, and he swung his hands left and right, using sufficient strength for each blow. The opponent's weapons were two cone guns, which were supposed to be straight-pointed weapons, but they were completely suppressed by his wide-open attacks. There was no chance to stab at all, so he could only retreat step by step.
"He's quite energetic," General Xi smiled, "but when did his uncle tell him to wield a sword like a sledgehammer?"
General Xi didn't stay any longer, and followed the inner **** to the stage to meet the king. Before the lord gave the order, the internal eunuchs had cleverly moved a chair and placed it next to the lord's seat, and waited for General Xi to sit down.
"The general's nephew is really brave, why has he never been mentioned by the general before?" The lord praised, "Why didn't the general send him to study with him in the East Palace? In the future, he will fight with Yu'er and add another famous general to your Xi family. You can’t just bury your talents.”
General Xi smiled: "This time he is self-recommendation, Hong Luqing sees my face and allows him to end, and I will not stop him. However, his temperament is still not stable enough after all. The kindness of the king is appreciated by the minister. If He is really a talent, no one can hide his brilliance, thank you Lord for your concern."
The lord nodded, and pointed at a group of barbarian warriors sitting not far away: "The one in the middle over there is the heir of the Golden Tent Kingdom in the north. Passed."
General Xi watched for a moment: "The one next to him is the Ninth King of the Qingyang Tribe, Lu Baoyin Erlu, right? Two years ago, the Zhenyan Tribe of the Seven Tribes of Beilu was completely wiped out. It was his handwriting. It is heart-wrenching to see. Leng, the Golden Account also has such famous generals."
The Lord's thoughts are not on the Nine Kings: "General, let me see if the young master of the Golden Tent Kingdom is real or not. Looks like a barbarian. Is the heir of the Golden Tent Kingdom so weak?"
Lu Guichen looked up at the geese in the sky, the shouts in the martial arts field seemed far away from his ears. He didn't like so many dark people, looking down at these people, he felt as if he was overwhelmed. Only the sky here is still the same as Beilu. It is blue and blue with white clouds. The lost wild geese pass through the sky, just like a shepherd riding alone on the prairie. He can go wherever he wants, Unfettered.
"My lord, this martial arts performance is specially prepared for you, you have to watch what you should watch, don't be rude." Uncle's deep and powerful voice came from the side.
"Yes," Lu Guichen looked away.
In a blink of an eye, he glanced at the purple-clothed officials who had passed down the Tang Dynasty not far away, standing respectfully under the banner, and felt a little awed. His heart moved, and he suddenly felt that someone was watching him. When I looked over carefully, a general in black armor was watching him from afar beside the lord who was dressed in fine clothes and crowned. When their eyes met, the general smiled at him. Lu Guichen froze for a moment, then smiled, and turned their eyes away.
General Xi withdrew his gaze: "Congratulations to the lord, the real young master of the Golden Tent Kingdom." "General so sure?"
General Xi nodded with a smile: "Poor health may be innate, but it is difficult to hide his eyes. He is a ten-year-old child, and he did not panic in such a scene, which shows that he is calm in his heart. He I don't care about the contest, and my eyes are wandering. It is probably in the Golden Tentacle, and there are much more intense competitions than this, which does not arouse his interest. But I can be sure that he is indeed the heir of the Golden Tentacle, or his eyes. If It wasn't that he was born in the very rich and expensive, and had seen too much luxury, so he couldn't pretend to have such a calm and tired look in his eyes."
The lord nodded: "I feel much more relieved when the general says so."
"General Tuoba brought the eldest son all the way back from Beilu, should the identity of the deceased son be verified?"
"Tuoba, after all, he is still a foreigner," the lord felt that he had made a slip of the tongue, and paused, "Although he is loyal to us, we should be careful."
He pointed at a young warrior parading around with a sword in his hand again: "Look, General, You Yin is a few years older, and her demeanor is also calm. Now there is no opponent for him in the Eastern Palace, I think it is The talent of a generation of famous generals. What does the general think?"
General Xi raised his eyebrows slightly and smiled. The boy named You Yin was only thirteen or fourteen years old, he was tall and strong, his physique was vigorous, and his face was blue and cold. Every step he took was a foot and a half, quietly patrolling the side of the martial arts arena, and a few companion boys from the Eastern Palace followed him, but they didn't dare to stick to them, and bowed their heads aside. The faint gaze was only on Xiyuan off the court, and he didn't even look at those companions.
"In the face of a great battle, a red face is blood courage, a white face is bone courage, and a blue face is courage," General Xi nodded, "Youyin is courage, and courage is a man-made material."
"Then I'm relieved," the lord Nian Xu smiled, "there is so faint a battle, won't this battle embarrass us in Tang Dynasty?"
General Xi was silent for a moment and did not answer. His gaze swept to the two young people not far from the boys in the Eastern Palace. He straightened his armguards and wiped sweat from under his leather helmet. And the other stood alone in a place where there was no one, holding his gun, looking at the martial arts arena, his sweat dripped from his leather helmet, but he didn't seem to feel it, he didn't look at anyone, and he couldn't hear it. Drums and noise all around. Quietly alone, like a stubborn stone.
The gun in his arms was pointing at the sky, and the blade of the gun was changing with miserable black gold.
In the martial arts arena, Xiyuan has already pushed his opponent to the edge of the martial arts arena.
"Drink!" Xiyuan suddenly raised the heavy sword high, and threw himself on the whole body with all his strength.
He used up his last strength in this pounce. In terms of swordsmanship, Xiyuan has been taught by his uncle since he was a child. General Xi is known as "the number one person in Donglu step fighting in 30 years", and he will not teach useless students. But Xiyuan had already won a game, and his physical strength could not catch up. The second barbarian boy used a pair of shield-breaking short-cone guns, walked nimbly, and kept walking and dodging. Xiyuan knew what his opponent was waiting for, he bet his victory or defeat on this sword, the weight of his body and the sword pressed together. The opponent has no room to retreat, he will definitely be nervous, and it will be difficult to dodge the quick slash coming from the front.
The barbarian boy chose to block as expected, and the strength of the epee brought him back a step. He leaned his back on the wooden stake next to the martial arts arena, barely supporting Xiyuan's sword.
"Ah!" The lord felt sorry, he rested his sword, and with a little more strength, the opponent's awl gun might be able to let go.
"Let go!" Xiyuan suddenly roared!
The barbarian boy suddenly felt that the power on the sword had multiplied, and Xiyuan was able to hold his breath in a completely still state. The cone spear was shaken far away by that force, Xiyuan shouted and raised his sword again, and the seats of Tang Junchen were already full of cheers.
The lord was about to praise, but he heard a low sigh beside him.
"It's the sword of Jingyue, but it's a pity that it lacks a little flexibility," General Xi shook his head.
When people calmed down and took a closer look, they realized that Xiyuan's sword hadn't been cut down, but frozen in the air. The barbarian boy let go of one of the cone spears, and the other cone spear had already thrust out with all its strength through the gap, piercing through the copper skin of the light shield in Xiyuan's left hand! Both of them froze for a moment, Xiyuan suddenly let go of the shield and retreated, wanting to find another chance. It was already too late, the barbarian boy had a copper shield on his awl gun, and he threw the whole copper shield, hitting Xiyuan's chest.
Xiyuan's epee was out of his hand, and there was no weapon left. The barbarian boy deflated the copper shield that fell to the ground, and stabbed straight out with the cone spear. The sound of the gong was deafening, and General Xi stood up abruptly. Xiyuan had lost his balance, he couldn't dodge this stab from left to right.
The sound of metal tremors was as piercing as needles, and the second cone gun slid out against the ground. The barbarian boy stumbled back a few steps and sat down on the ground with a sigh of relief. Most people couldn't see the momentary change clearly. They only saw a heavy old spear separating Xiyuan from the barbarian boy, and the boy in the uniform of the imperial army stood beside the martial arts arena.
Xiyuan looked up at this strange child, knowing that he had thrown a long spear to block himself from the pursuit of the cone gun.
"Thank you," he patted the ashes on his body and stood up, "My name is Xiyuan."
The child looked at him with dark eyes for a moment, then turned to look at the barbarian boy: "My name is Ji Ye."
"In the second match, Haleza, a warrior from the Golden Horde, won!" The instructor of the master of ceremonies shouted, rushed up and slammed Ji Ye, "Go down! Don't you know the rules of performing martial arts? I didn't call you name!"
"What an uneducated child," the king frowned and shook his head, "In front of the king of the golden tent, he doesn't know how to behave."
Ji Qian was looking at the expression of the king from a distance, his face was a little pale. The eldest son got him into trouble again, it was already too late, and he acted recklessly. The Nine Kings at the seat of the Golden Tent Kingdom had a peaceful expression, raised their wine glasses and toasted to the king from a distance: "The children are all very good at martial arts."
The lord was taken aback for a moment, and raised his cup in return. There were a few gentle chuckles from the seats on both sides.
General Xi got up: "My lord, they are all real weapons. If they really hurt people and the dignity of the two countries, they will also scare the nobles who are watching. I'd better come to an arbitration."
"Best! Best!" The king nodded.
Jimo looked at the general in black armor walking away from the lord, lowered his head a little apprehensively.
"General, this kid..." The instructor pointed to Ji Ye.
The general waved his hand, took out a small leather pouch from his waist, stuffed his tobacco rod full of tobacco, and then looked up at Ji Ye: "The most important thing in joining the army is to obey orders. No Everyone is a general, so you can't act arbitrarily, and even if you are a general, you still have to obey the order. You haven't played today, you have already violated the order."
"Yes."
The general turned his head to look at the barbarian boy: "With two-handed weapons, it is a good tactic to give up one hand when necessary in order to kill the enemy. It is not a loss if Xiyuan loses to you. But if you can use both hands If the cone gun is lengthened, it will be able to attack and defend completely, otherwise it will not be suppressed by Xiyuan's epee at the beginning."
The barbarian boy didn't answer, and he didn't look up. He stared at the battle gun stuck on the ground, showing a look of fear.
"It's a good gun," the general nodded, "It's a pity that there are not many people in East Lu who can recognize it."
He slammed Ji Ye on the back and pushed him into the arena: "Since you violated the order, you have to make atonement. Let me see how many people you can win!"
He turned around and grabbed the gong and waved it loudly. The sound of the gong was deafening, and the next round had already begun.
Jimo grabbed the tiger teeth, and the black-gold point of the gun was pointed on the ground. He held the end of the gun with one hand and stood upright. The barbarian boy backed away a few steps and distanced himself from him. The two looked sideways at each other and didn't see any movement for a long time. There was a little commotion among the barbarians in the surrounding seats. The first two games were clean and neat, and there was no such boring waiting.
The barbarian boy nodded. He took another step back and exerted force with his left hand, a sharp long steel spike suddenly popped out of the two-foot-seven-inch-long left-handed awl gun, and the awl gun was increased to more than five feet in length by the steel spike. He twirled his hands, swapping the short pistol in his right hand for a backhand.
"Total attack and total defense? Good!" General Xi nodded with a smile, "The Golden Horde also has such smart machines and warriors."
Jimo also took a step back, and slowly pulled the spear away. It was still extremely quiet, but this time no one made a sound in the seats. The long thrust of the awl gun and the posture of Ji Ye pulling the gun were all murderous. The ministers have also seen martial arts performances, but they rarely have such a tense feeling. .
"What does Sima Gong think about our victory in Tang Dynasty?"
"Using strengths to defeat weaknesses, and inaction to attack idle troops, our side is full of strength, and the opponent has already fought a game, so the odds of victory should be 80%."
"Si Magong is still very optimistic. I think that the Beiman didn't try his best in the last round. Otherwise, he released the spear in his left hand. Why did he support it from the left and right just now? Two short and one long, this is not on horseback. Two-handed weapons are dominant."
"Two shorts break one long, this has to be close."
"It's not easy to get close? He holds the short awl in one hand. If he takes a step forward, the long awl can get close. At that time, the long spear can't be withdrawn."
General Xi just laughed as he listened to the intermittent discussions at the table.
The barbarian boy suddenly moved, with a short cone protecting his chest and a long cone protruding in front of him. There was only a flash of iron light piercing Ji Ye's face.
The long gun also raised at the same time: "Let go!"
Huya roared as it vibrated in the air. The generals who have been in the army for many years only saw a black-golden trace, and the barbarian warrior had a short awl, and his arm was almost unconscious due to the strong force. In shock, he withdrew the attacking long cone and pressed it on the short cone. The tiger teeth were blocked for a moment, and the barbarian boy gained a moment of respite, the long awl immediately loosened, and like lightning, he slashed towards Ji Ye's hand along the barrel of the gun.
"Let go!"
Jimo yelled and shook the barrel of the gun, and a violent circle of energy shot out from the barrel of the gun. People only heard two powerful air shocks, the barbarian boy stumbled and fell out, sat on the ground on his back, and the two cone guns roared into the sky.
All eyes turned to the sky, until the two cones fell side by side, and plunged into the soil almost at the same instant with a "bang". Right in front of the seat of Tang Guozhu, the cone tail was still vibrating rapidly. After a short period of silence, a concubine who was watching the ceremony screamed, and all the people in the seats turned pale with shock. The warriors of Zihuan Palace rushed up to their seats in panic and looked around, but there were only two cone guns stuck in the ground, they looked around, and many of them still didn't understand what happened.
The lord's breath was short of breath, and the blood on his face faded. The Baili family valued literature over martial arts. After decades of being a Taiping monarch, there has never been such a danger of a sharp knife falling from the sky. The Ninth King of Qingyang sitting on the seat over there suddenly turned gloomy, and coldly glanced at his several stunned companions. There was a dead silence in the audience, and everyone was stunned. They thought it was a fierce battle, but the victory was decided in such a split second.
A resounding gong sound shocked the people's minds, and General Xi looked at the barbarian boy with a smile: "Do you want to fight empty-handed?"
The barbarian boy stared blankly at his hands, and finally shook his head: "No more, I lost."
"The third match, going to the Tang Dynasty, Ji Ye wins!"