The Snowy Path of the Heroic Blade Chapter 292: Where are you, I am here

Thousands of horses rushed to the defense line of Laodu Mountain by sweeping Pinggang. As the head general, Wu Chongxuan, who was the leader of the army's book of the army, was impressively led by the general of Zhengnan. Hold the whip tightly and squint in silence. [Reading the latest chapter] The bodies of the dead soldiers have been evacuated, but the blood stains on the ground are still shocking, which shows the tragic situation of the previous battle.

Not far away, four or five high-ranking officers in the military lined up side by side, the armored man in the middle, holding his head in his hand, knelt down five steps in front of Wu Chongxuan, crying. When Wu Chongxuan saw this scene, his face was gloomy, and his heart was overwhelmed. Wang Tongshan was originally a key figure used by King Yanzhi to check and balance the soldiers and horses of the northern border. After all, it was Zhao Bing and Zhao Zhu who were worried about his father and son. Wu Chongxuan was only in the northern border. To cover the sky, Wu Chongxuan was enlisted by the imperial court this time. It looks like a beautiful scenery, but in fact the tree attracts the wind. The infamous Wang Tongshan was originally going to be a vital piece of Wu Chongxuan's chess piece to attract the attention of Liyang officialdom, especially Qingliu civilian officials. For this reason, Wu Chongxuan specially proposed to the young emperor, and put forward a favorable condition that even Wang Tongshan himself would not have expected, that is, to make Wang Tongshan an official or a nobleman. Although he will not be a lord for the time being, he will only wait for the end of the Guangling War. Wang Tongshan can then sit in Jianzhou area south of Guangling River with the dual identities of Marquis and General Zhennan, restraining King Yanzhi's soldiers and horses from the south to prevent Zhao Bing from going northward along the way. Now that Wang Tongshan is violently killed, not only is the imperial court missing one of the unparalleled soldiers on the western front, it has a great impact on the situation in Guangling, but also has a profound impact on Wu Chongxuan’s future layout in the court. How can Wu Chongxuan not gritted his teeth and wished that young feudal clan would be killed? King skinning cramps?

Wu Chongxuan looked at the deadly head, his eyes widened and his face was hideous. Even if he saw Wang Tongshan’s head in person at this moment, Wu Chongxuan was still in a daze. With his military exploits and military power, Wang Tongshan, which was impossible in southern Xinjiang, was able to pick up the warrior of the barbarian tribe with a single halberd. So dead? To be honest, not only Wu Chongxuan disliked this person from the bottom of his heart, I am afraid that even the king of Yanchi Zhao Bing and Nalan Youci would not like Wang Tongshan, let alone the elder son Zhao Zhu who had personally assassinated Wang Tongshan. However, this world is so realistic. No matter how brutal and cruel Wang Tongshan is, this person has nothing to do with the ability to lead soldiers in battle. The barbarians in southern Xinjiang are extremely difficult to tame and often repeat. Returning to tomorrow’s rebellion is like drinking tea and eating. There is Wang Tongshan, the killer god, who has the highest prestige among the barbarians, so that every barbarian rebellion, as long as the flag of Wang Tongshan is set up, it can be said that the wind will fall, so that a big joke was made in the early years, and there was a bit of peace. The rebel general deliberately spent 200,000 taels of silver and sent someone to borrow the banner from Wang Tongshan to go to the poor mountain and evil level to rebel. As a result, Zhao Bing, the king of Yanchi, had to transfer Wang Tongshan to northern Xinjiang, so the southern Xinjiang officialdom regarded the unruly Wang Tongshan as Xu Xiao from the sun.

People are dead, and the matter is over, Wu Chongxuan sighed, bent down and helped the infantry school lieutenant who was loyal to Wang Tongshan, and said with relief: "School Lieutenant Situ, this general will definitely avenge General Wang. Even at the risk of being reprimanded by the imperial court, we must allocate five thousand steps to intercept Xu Fengnian!"

The lieutenant with his head covered in blood said solemnly: "I implore the general to let the humble position serve as a pawn!"

The other lieutenants of the Wangtongshan Army Center also clasped their fists and asked for orders: "I implore the general to let his subordinates take revenge!"

Wu Chongxuan's face was expressionless, his mind turned sharply. In front of these school lieutenants and their troops, they totaled more than 10,000. They were all direct descendants of Wang Tongshan from southern Xinjiang to northern Xinjiang. Wang Tongshan was bloodthirsty, but Wang Tongshan, a lonely family, has never been greedy for money, and all rewards are I was willing to spend all my money, especially when he reported his military merits to King Yanchi. He never deducted the slightest. Even many of Wang Tongshan’s exploits in beheading the enemy chieftain himself were also given to his generals. Therefore, he fought under Wang Tongshan and was promoted to make a fortune. Faster than in other departments. Ordinary military generals use people, dogs do not need wolves, unless they are tigers, they have to worry about not protecting themselves. Wang Tongshan has a fierce reputation, so there are many wolves under his hands. In fact, Wu Chongxuan had always paid attention to this group of lieutenants who were able to conquer battles. Originally, he thought that when Wang Tongshan died and the dragons had no leader, he should follow the boat and follow him to fight for the future of the Great Southern General, but now it seems that he may not be able to use it for him.

Wu Chongxuan patted the infantry school lieutenant on the shoulder, and the whip pointed at the front line of Lao Du Mountain, "You only need to capture Lao Du Mountain, and you will gallop anywhere in Guangling Road. Not only that, as long as there is news about Xu Fengnian's whereabouts," You will be notified as soon as possible, and the two cavalry forces of Tanghe and Li Chunyu will do their best to cooperate with you to stop Xu Fengnian."

Wu Chongxuan glanced at the head of Wang Tongshan, "As for General Wang, when you break Laodu Mountain, I will play with the court. I only say that your lord will fight and die in Laodu Mountain. You must ask the court for a title. The gift of the Marquis."

The captains gave orders to thank you.

When Wu Chongxuan led the army to leave, he glanced back at the barracks, and then calmly said to the leader of the army around him: "Send a secret order to Li Chunyu, and when Lao Du Shan celebrates his victory, let him lead the army night. Attacked, Situ Yushan and several real-power school lieutenants did not stay. As for how many soldiers and horses he can win over later, it depends on his own ability. At the same time, he told Li Chunyu that if he did not do well, there would be any mutiny in Wang Tongshan’s old department. Just change it to Tang He to collect it."

The pro-army commander led a team of elite horses and left quickly. At this time, Wu Chongxuan deliberately slowed down his horse, and waited until a scout-like young man in light armor approached, then he asked: "Master Yuan, look at you. Now, assuming the whereabouts are discovered, how many talents does our army need to dispatch to keep the man who killed Wang Tongshan?"

The young man who was called Yuan Gongzi by Wu Chongxuan rather than an official position in the army, and did not have the slightest awe of other school lieutenants when facing Wu Chongxuan, and said frankly: "Wu Shangshu is not joking? Instead, is he asking this question seriously? "

The two masters of General Wu both showed undisguised annoyance. They had long been displeased with this young man of unknown origin who had joined the army with the surname Yuan. The general and Heqi took the initiative to speak to him, which was also the look of lifelessness.

Wu Chongxuan was not angry at all, and nodded seriously: "No kidding."

The young man temporarily serving as a Ranger Scout smiled, "Three to five thousand people may not be enough, and ten thousand elite cavalry is about the same."

Wu Chongxuan gave a hum, and then asked in doubt: "Isn’t that after Li Chungang returned to the realm of land immortals, he was only able to break the armor of 260 with one sword on the banks of the Guangling River? Could it be that the four great masters of contemporary martial arts have already Far more powerful than the top masters in front of Jiazi? It takes 10,000 people to besiege to make contributions?"

But the young people’s sarcasm in their words is quite heavy: "Some things are not so calculated, not to mention how high Li Chungang’s real combat power is. The martial arts masters who have been killed in battle are all the ones who never retreat.' Stupid', such as the Western Shu Sword Emperor who was trampled by the Xu family's iron cavalry. Before that, the Wu family's nine swords broke through the North Mang Wanqi. In fact, it was really impossible to go back to chase and kill. Wang Tongshan is known as an invincible hand in southern Xinjiang. It is nothing more than the time and absence of heroes that made Zhuzi famous. Relying on his natural brute force and diamond physique, he can naturally kill all masters below the realm of celestial phenomena. Cheng Baishuang and Ji Liuan really have no choice but to do with him. Go north, for example, change to Deng Tai'a to have a try? I guess it’s just a sword or two from the Peach Flower Sword God. To put it ugly, even if it’s my opponent against Wang Tongshan, he will occupy it within 50 strokes. The upper hand, but after a hundred moves, Wang Tongshan will undoubtedly die."

As soon as these words came out, General Zhengnan was still calm, and the expressions of the two masters, Hu Congdu, who were rather conceited, changed drastically.

The young man said calmly: "Southern Xinjiang? There are fart rivers and lakes. The sky is high and the earth is wide, not the scenery of a small well."

This young man who had been in the Wudi City of the East China Sea in silence for two years has now changed his surname from Jiang to Yuan, looking into the distance, "Well, let’s be honest, at the level of Xu Fengnian, as long as he wants to leave, unless it’s Cao Changqing and Deng Tai Atuo. The three Bodhisattvas, otherwise no one can stop them, let alone catch up. So what I called the siege of Wanqi before is actually nonsense."

Wu Chongxuan sighed for no reason, "The rivers and lakes are higher than the temple, it is not a comforting thing."

The young man echoed in the first place: "One day, where we stand, there will be no immortals and no knights. The rivers and lakes and dragons are all carps in the pond."

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There is a lake in the northwest corner of the Imperial City of West Chu. The lake is not big, but its name is not small, and the name is even more interesting. It is called "Jianghu". Great rivers are connected.

The young woman in the famous elegant palace dress sits in the pavilion by the lake, no one is around, Wan Lai is quiet.

Probably because she was used to restraint, she managed to escape, so she took off her boots and sat cross-legged. Instead of admiring the beautiful lake view in early spring, she leaned forward and bowed her head in front of her. There are stacks of coins neatly stacked, with different denominations, different sizes, different old and new, and different heights.

She looked at the copper coins obsessively, wandering all over the world.

She thought of many old things, such as the dilapidated little hut, such as the small but green vegetable garden. For example, back then, she carried a heavy bookcase and climbed the mountain step by step. At that time, she only felt that moving a book was like moving a mountain. Another example is the feeling that every word is money after studying to earn money, it will be much better.

Xi Chu’s current court hall is much deserted compared to the past, but when she sits on that chair every day, she will find that the earliest eyes that were still pure and clear are gone, and replaced by Some gloomy aura, like pieces of dead wood. She only learned later that the court had changed several groups of people and several fresh faces, and disciples from the family were constantly pouring into it, so father and son were in the court, and even the three generations of Huang Zi Gongqing began to appear. She sat there in the magnificent hall. There were frequent quarrels in the hall. Literati and warriors quarreled, literati and literati quarrel, and the warriors attached to the literati's wings would also quarrel with the warriors. Almost everyone seemed to be for the country. Loyalty, everyone speaks upright, so everyone seems to be so impassioned, there is nothing wrong with it.

She doesn't understand.

The old lady and teacher Sun Xiji is getting older and older, and even had to sit on the imperial chair in recent times.

In the hall, there are fewer and fewer people wearing military officials' robes, and they have rushed to the battlefield one after another. Many more people have died, pursued titles, and received posthumous titles.

She still doesn't understand why those people are willing to die so resolutely. Just as she didn't understand why the gray-haired old people cried so sad, pleased and grateful when she sat in that chair for the first time.

She doesn't understand many things, but Uncle Qi Da Zhao said that she only needs to sit there every day.

She felt that she could do this thing, and told herself that she must do it well.

She is sitting here today, the clouds are light and breezy.

At this moment, above the sky of the palace, a group of cardinals flew by.

For some reason, a oriole fell instantly and fell on the roof of a palace with a click, dripping with blood.

At the same time, on the surface of the "Jianghu" next to her, there was clearly no object on the surface of the water, but a string of extremely slender water jets spattered, and then it quickly became calm.

In the past half month, the eunuchs and maids in the palace will find from time to time that there will be one or two dead birds on the road. Some are like arrows piercing through the body, some have their wings cut off by a sharp weapon, and more are directly broken into one. The beach is bloody.

What is even more strange is that their emperor, his Majesty, stayed at the lakeside for a long time in this half a month. At first, there would be elite guards guarding from a distance, but soon everyone felt inexplicably cold. At first, I mistakenly thought it was due to the coldness of the spring, but whenever they left after the palace gate was closed at night, whenever they were far away from the small lake, it was obviously night without the sun. It was supposed to be getting colder, but instead they felt that Much warmer. Over time, the small lake, which is always level as a mirror, no matter how strong the wind is, the small lake is very strange, especially the whole capital has begun to spread rumors of countless birds falling, and songs began to spread all over the streets and alleys, saying that this was a woman. The scourge of the country is even more insincere and insinuating, saying that the current emperor is actually a wild fox who walked out of the mountains. He has lived for thousands of years, but is just covered in human skin. What made the older generation of Western Chu’s survivors the most grief and indignation was the plausible statement in the market that the empress Jiang Si was actually an orphan on the roadside that Cao Changqing found casually, just to satisfy Cao Changqing’s selfish desire to serve as an emperor. A puppet that was raised up.

A group of three people came to the waterside pavilion under the bow and lead of the **** in the palm of the eunuch.

The surnames of the three are Song, the three generations of the Song family, Song Wenfeng, Song Qingshan, and Song Maolin.

Song Wenfeng, old lady teacher Sun Xiji, and former national teacher Li Mi, are all seniors. Now they are in charge of the province of Da Chu. Song Qingshan is the current official book of the Ministry of Etiquette. Both father and son are the leaders of today’s Da Chu literary circles. The two masters of the Song family who previously dominated the literary world of the Liyang Dynasty are very similar. As for Song Maolin, it is even more famous, especially when the two catchy sayings of "Northern Xunan Song" and "Xu Zi Songzhang" spread all over the country like a spring breeze, so that Song Maolin has a kind of "who in the world". "I don’t know the emperor", so last year there was a marriage between Song Jia Yushu and His Majesty the Emperor. Even the old lady and teacher Sun Xiji, who was not very keen on this matter at the beginning, also loosened his tone. He once personally persuaded him to stay in Guangling. Cao Changqing, Jiang presided over the military affairs of the navy.

The **** was about to make a report. Song Wenfeng smiled and shook his hand. His eyes motioned to his son and grandson to stay under the steps, climbing up the steps alone, standing in the waterside pavilions on both sides of Yangliu Yiyi, without even the slightest intention of saluting. It's not that Song Wenfeng's eyes are dim, but that the old man understands a truth that it is not profitable to do business with people on his knees. Song Wenfeng did not know this truth twenty years ago.

Song Wenfeng said softly: "Your Majesty, there are some things that the minister doesn't know should be said improperly."

The beautiful young woman was indifferent.

Song Wenfeng had to admit that this woman, regardless of her identity, is indeed worthy of her eldest grandson's fascination based on her appearance. Even the old man himself, who has been innocent for many years, has some thoughts about "remorse for being born 50 years earlier".

The old man frowned, and slightly increased his voice and said: "Your Majesty, I am sorry for the elders, now that the general situation is no longer in my great Chu, if Jiang Guozuo wants to survive, he has to rely on external forces..."

When she turned her head and looked away from the weird coins, Song Wenfeng looked at her with a guilty conscience.

Song Wenfeng gritted his teeth and said in a deep voice: "Don’t hide it from your Majesty, many officials nowadays are improper courtiers, they even colluded with Wu Chongxuan, Shangshu of the Ministry of War of Liyang and Lu Shengxiang, the head of Nanzheng, to continuously deploy my army and troops. The deployment leaked out. At this critical moment, the old minister is willing to be the wicked person who has been stinking for thousands of years..."

She calmly said: "Master Song wants to say that you are a little more loyal than those people? They are a wall of grass and fell to the Liyang court, and your Song family is more vigorous and you chose the king of Yan Zhao, Zhao Bing?"

Song Wenfeng's face blushed, and she was even more shocked. Why did this little girl know even these secrets?

She said indifferently: "Not only do I know that your Song family elected King Yanchi, but also that the staff member Zhao Shangshu privately sent someone to Lu Shengxiang to submit a secret letter, and Liu Shangshu from the Ministry of Industry and Shi Lang from the Ministry of Rites chose to seek refuge in Wu Chongxuan."

Since the skylight was opened, each of them spoke openly, so Song Wenfeng didn't care about that old face, stood up straight, stroked his beard and smiled: "As long as your majesty promises the veteran..."

Without waiting for Song Wenfeng to finish, the empress Jiang Si waved her hand and said: "You go."

Song Wenfeng didn't move, and sneered: "Your Majesty, do you think that the current Western Chu is still the Western Chu of last year? Dare to ask where Kou Jianghuai is? Where is Cao Changqing?! Your Majesty, you are willing to take a step back now, then the king of Yanchi Zhao Bing will Promise that you can still be the emperor for ten years, and you will abdicate to him or his son in the future."

She just looked down at the copper coins, "You live yours and be happy. But if you feel that Cao Changqing and Lu Dantian are not in the capital, you can do whatever you want, and you can force me to do something..."

Song Wenfeng smiled and played with taste: "How dare the old minister, no one in the world knows that your Majesty is a master like a sword fairy."

She frowned suddenly and turned pale.

Under the steps, the eunuch's body was trembling, and he bowed his head silently.

Song Wenfeng exhaled heavily, walked to the water, and looked at the river, "Sun Xiji is almost dead at this time, and your vitality in your body has almost collapsed. If it weren't for the old minister, he would still be thinking about the love of the first emperor. Today, even if the palace is named Song, how difficult is it?"

The old man smiled and said: "Of course, the Xichu surname is not important, and even the surname of the world will not matter anything in the future, because no matter how the emperor takes turns, our Song family is indispensable."

Her face returned to calm, she didn't even bother to look up, she just looked at the coins, curled her mouth imperceptibly, and sniffed.

She was not afraid, nor worried.

She was just a little wronged.

Hello.

It's one thing whether I see you or not.

But whether you come or not is another matter.

So.

Where are you?

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The gate of Xichu Capital~IndoMTL.com~ suddenly a breeze blew.

The breeze blows across the twelve doors.

When the attacking figure suddenly stopped outside the gate of the imperial city, the big sleeves were still floating lightly.

The armored defenders above and below the city gate were stunned.

The handsome young man, with his sleeves folded in his hands, and a pair of knives on his waist.

This young man did one thing, he put his hands in his mouth, and gave a feed.

It seems to be telling someone, and it seems to be telling the whole capital, telling the whole big Chu.

I'm here.

I am here.

I came from the northwest to the southeast.

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