The nineteenth day of the tenth lunar month!
Yutang's army had begun to move since the evening. They came from all directions and gathered at the south gate of Tiantang City.
It was as if many rivers of steel were gathering towards the ocean.
Everyone looked solemn, their helmets and armor gleaming. Even the robes of the soldiers were clean. Each of them was uncouth, but they had cleaned themselves up and stood at attention.
Most of the soldiers had even shaved their beards.
When they approached the wide expanse of land near the south gate, everyone stopped in unison and checked each other carefully once more. Even the dust on the warhorses' hooves had been wiped clean, what more their own clothes and shoes.
Only then did they line up neatly and go to the designated campsite.
In the west, an army of one hundred thousand was neatly organized. Ten generals led the troops, forming ten columns as they slowly advanced. Banners fluttered in the wind. The ten banners did not have the insignia of the generals, but they were all four words.
"Yutang's Western Troop!"
Following a roar that sounded like a tiger's roar, a series of horns sounded in unison and did not stop for a long time.
The three armies stood still at the same time.
Boom!
A hundred thousand men lowered the spears in their hands, but there was only one uniform sound.
After the sound, there was only silence and solemnity.
The ten generals looked at the generals on the stage and waved their hands to give their orders as if they did not see them.
"Ours!"
It was only three words.
In each of the columns, five thousand people moved out to move tables, chairs, and the large amounts of wine that had long been placed in the center and piled up like a mountain.
The ten generals' orders seemed to mean, "Bring our tables, chairs, and wine over."
However, all the enemy generals on the high platform understood the meaning behind his words.
Ours!
This place is ours!
Ours!
It had only been an hour, and there was no sound at all, but the hundred thousand men of the western troop were already seated at their respective tables. There were ten men to a table on average, and they stood in a circle, unmoving like a mountain.
Then, another roar resounded in the air.
"Sit!"
This sound was like a clap of thunder in the sky. It was the hundred thousand soldiers shouting at the same time, "Sit!"
Before his voice faded away, the sound of his voice was still ringing in their ears. Every single soldier of the Western Army sat down in unison. Their backs were straight and they sat upright, including the ten generals who were leading the army. All of them sat in an orderly manner, not a single hair out of place.
He sat down and did not move!
It was as if hundreds of thousands of statues had stopped at this place.
The elite performance displayed by the 100,000 western troops caused the expressions of the generals from the various countries to change slightly. However, they could not help but feel impressed.
…
A horn sounded from the north, and a hundred thousand soldiers advanced like a forest.
The same ten columns, ten generals! The same bright armor, the same spirit.
"Yutang's northern troop!"
Flags fluttered in the wind, everyone was calm and composed, even the horses were extremely calm.
"Ours!"
The Northern Army generals roared in unison.
"Sit!"
The same formation, the same posture, the same earth, another hundred thousand more statues!
On each table, there was only one jar of wine!
It was enough!
…
The sound of galloping horses could be heard from the south before it stopped. They were packing up their belongings. Then, the same hundred thousand men, ten generals, ten columns, and a hundred thousand statues sat down!
…
The east.
Yutang's eastern troop was Tie Zheng's own army, and also the main formation of this meeting.
As the howling autumn wind became more and more violent, the dust that was stirred up by the movements of the hundreds of thousands of soldiers was all swept up into the sky by the biting cold autumn wind, revealing the one hundred thousand cavalrymen that were already neatly lined up in the east!
Another horn sounded as the hundred thousand Steel Cavalry advanced at the same time.
It was the same ten columns and ten generals.
The clanging sound grew closer. The hundred thousand horses that were more than the rest of the troops actually maintained a synchronized pace. There was no noise at all! That kind of heaviness, that kind of awe-inspiring, that kind of aura of facing death with equanimity, was naturally displayed in its entirety.
"Ours!"
The ten Great Generals shouted at the same time. Their voices were filled with pride and a sense of lofty aspiration and lofty aspiration!
Han Sanhe and the rest stood on the stage, watching quietly, the fear in their hearts growing stronger than before.
As famous generals in the world, they were acutely aware of the difference between the eastern troop and the other three troops.
When the generals hollered 'ours', the hundred thousand Steel Cavalry puffed up their chests and lifted their heads in unison.
Everyone's eyes glowed with an intimidating glint.
At this moment, the eyes of the hundred thousand Steel Cavalry were gleaming like wolves.
In fact, even the warhorses they were riding on had become ferocious because of this!
"Yutang's four armies … the eastern troop is the strongest indeed!" Han Sanhe said leisurely.
At this moment, the generals of the various countries all had solemn expressions as they focused their attention on the armies around them. All of them were silently comparing the armies they were leading with the armies they were leading.
Yutang's four armies, a total of four hundred thousand men, were organized and disciplined. They did not move from dusk until dawn.
As time went by, not only did the soldiers not show any signs of fatigue, they grew more and more excited.
The generals of the other countries, who were surrounded by Yutang's four hundred thousand men, looked calm and nonchalant. Their expressions were carefree, displaying the demeanor of a general.
It was midnight!
Yun Yang was resting in the Residence of Yun. Tie Zheng's wedding should be fine. Yun Yang had been extremely busy these few days, it was better for him to rest for a while.
After all, he still had to attend the wedding soon.
Unexpectedly, he heard a commotion at the door. A voice called out, "Young Master Yun!"
The call made Yun Yang's head go numb.
This …
Was this not Tie Zheng's voice?
At this delicate moment, as the groom, what was he doing here instead of rushing to the wedding?
Had something happened?
Even if something had happened, he should not have come here. This was the Residence of Marquis of Heavenly Clouds; there was only Yun Yang, the popinjay, in the residence. There was no one else!
In spite of this, Tie Zheng had come personally. No matter what his purpose was, Yun Yang dared not treat him lightly. With a swift movement, he came to the door with a swoosh. Fang Mofei was already standing there a step earlier, ready to open the door.
The door opened.
Yun Yang looked towards the source of the voice and saw Tie Zheng dressed in red. His tall stature was like an iron tower, standing in front of the Residence of Yun with a serious expression.
"Why has Marshal Tie come to my humble abode at this time?" Yun Yang asked, "Has something happened?"
Tie Zheng was taken aback and knew that Yun Yang had misunderstood immediately. He laughed and said, "Of course I'm here to invite Young Master Yun to attend my wedding! To drink a cup of wedding wine together. "
Yun Yang was taken aback as well, pointing at his own nose foolishly and wondering, "Why would you think of … inviting me?"
Thinking about it, it seemed that with his current status, he should not be receiving such treatment no matter what.
Tie Zheng, Marshal Tie, was the third most important person in Yutang's military, second only to Qiu Jianhan and Leng Daoyin. He was the bridegroom of today's wedding, coming personally to invite a famous popinjay to the wedding banquet.
Tie Zheng took a step forward, his face full of gratitude as he said in a low voice, "How can thirty million taels not be worth a cup of wedding wine?"
The corners of Yun Yang's lips twitched as he chuckled humorlessly, "I knew it … that fellow's big mouth can't keep a secret!"
This was reasonable. How could a fellow like Young Master Ma withstand Tie Zheng's questioning? Of course, he had sold himself.
Yun Yang smiled humorlessly, feeling rather comforted in his heart.
This was his sincerity.
Tie Zheng laughed and extended his hand. "Young Master Yun, please!"
…
At this moment, earth-shattering cheers erupted from the top of Tiantang City's city wall.
Two squads of cavalry rode out at the same time from the left and right, the red carpet rolling forward like waves. It was a hundred feet wide, spreading all the way to the stage.
Then!
Tie Zheng galloped out on his steed. Beside him was another steed with a slender woman riding nervously on its back. Her small hands gripped the reins tightly, she was dressed in a bright red dress, her head covered with a bright red headscarf.
There was another lady beside the bride – it was Shangguan Lingxiu. She was dressed in a pink dress, looking graceful amidst her valiant aura.
The man accompanying Tie Zheng was Yun Yang. Young Master Yun was still dressed in his almost iconic purple robe. Riding on the back of the horse, he looked rather hot-blooded as well.
The groom, bride, groomsmen, and bridesmaids appeared at the same time. Naturally, there was a deafening cheer.
A young and handsome assistant general beside him was looking at Yun Yang with eyes filled with jealousy.
Speaking of which, there was a reason behind this scene. Tie Zheng had gone to the Residence of Shangguan to beg the old mistress a few times to make Shangguan Lingxiu her bridesmaid. In between, Qiu Jianhan and Leng Daoyin had spoken up for her as well, only then did it happen. Making Yun Yang the groomsman, on the other hand, was truly an impromptu idea.
Tie Zheng was truly grateful for Great Young Master Yun's generous gift of gold, but he did not know how to repay it. It was only when a flash of inspiration struck him that Great Young Master Yun's most popular trait was that he was a popinjay. All popinjays loved to be in the limelight, and the only one who was in the limelight after him, the bridegroom, would be none other than being his groomsman.
Therefore, he had replaced the assistant general who had long been scheduled to be his groomsman.
The adjutant general was a promising youth, a rising star in the military who had been courting Shangguan Lingxiu for a few years. Now that he had the chance to walk on the stage with his goddess, he could not help but feel inexplicably excited despite the fact that he had borrowed the glory of Tie Zheng's wedding.
No matter whose wedding it was, they had appeared at the wedding side by side after all, had they not? Even if they could not pursue her in the future, this memory was still beautiful enough.
Who would have thought that Tie Zheng would inform him to replace the groomsman just as the ceremony was about to be held? His great opportunity had been snatched away by Yun Yang who had appeared out of nowhere.
How could the assistant general not be filled with resentment? He really wanted to cry but had no tears.
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