If Jingke really succeeded in assassinating the Qin, with Fusu's cowardice and Huhai's fatuity, could this kind of successor unify the six states? If during the Chu-Han war, the arrow that hit Liu Bang's chest was three cun higher, how would history develop?
If during Li Shimin's expedition against Wang Shichong, it was not Yuchi Jingde who rode alone to save his master, what would the situation be like? If Zhao Zilong did not save Ah Dou at the Battle of Changban … if … only if …
Liu Bang Chui was completely unaware that when he rushed to the cave's entrance, his hands accidentally touched a small pebble and almost changed everything. However, Cui Ying 'er's powerful legs corrected it in a flash.
Yang Ling slid down from her side, but it was already too late to grab her clothes. Cui Ying 'er was startled, she suddenly spread her legs and in a short while, clamped him between her thighs.
Yang Ling's falling body slowed down and hastily hugged her legs again. Cui Ying 'er's thighs were extremely flexible and strong, she could not estimate how heavy Yang Ling's falling force was. She only knew that she had already caught his body. Hastily she exerted all her strength with her legs and anxiously asked: "How are you?"
Yang Ling panted a few times, his eardrums were ringing. In a hoarse voice he said: "I've caught you, gently … gently, your thighs are clamping my neck … I can't … can't … breathe …"
Cui Ying 'er's face became hot, but fortunately, it was pitch black and no one could see it. She slightly relaxed her legs, and Yang Ling took advantage of the situation to tightly hold her waist and quickly climbed up a few times. Both of his hands hooked onto her shoulders, and this time he drilled into Cui Ying' er's inner side, becoming face to face with her intimate position.
Yang Ling gasped: "Thank … thank you for saving my life."
Red Madame's face was burning hot. She turned her head and said in a tight voice, "No need to thank me. If you die like this, even if the Tatars retreat, the few of us won't be able to leave here alive. I only hope that Daren's words are worth a thousand gold and that you will keep your promise."
Yang Ling had seen Hong Niang's attire, he knew that she was valiant and formidable-looking, delicate and beautiful, but not only she was a female bandit, she was also someone's wife. It was really inappropriate for him to hug her like this. Hearing what was said, he hastily said, "Don't worry, I am the imperial court's imperial envoy, my words represent the current Emperor and the imperial court, I will never break my promise."
Although the sound coming from the cave was very faint, Liu Big Stick could still vaguely hear it from the cave entrance. He quickly stuck his big buttocks out of the cave and peeked into the cave, but all he could see was darkness. Liu Big Stick's hair stood on end.
He looked all around and saw soldiers armed with sabers and swords. Wu Hanchao's face was dripping with sweat, his eyes were wide open as he stood on the side, looking as if he wanted to kick Liu Big Stick away and jump down himself. Unconsciously Liu Big Stick's courage was boosted; he desperately shouted toward the cave, "Marshal, are you alive or dead? Why don't you say something? "
It was not a big deal for Yang Ling and Red Madame to talk softly inside the cave, but when he shouted from above, his voice reverberated and rolled down like a sudden clap of thunder, shaking the cave wall to the ground. Yang Ling and Red Madame hastily closed their eyes and moved closer, bowing their heads to avoid the dust. As soon as the dust settled down, Yang Ling hastily raised his head and shouted, "Don't howl, I was almost killed by you, quickly pull me up!"
As soon as he finished shouting, he quickly closed his eyes and lowered his head again. Sure enough, another cloud of dust floated down. Liu Big Stick could hear it clearly from above; he could not help but laugh like an inflated toad at the cave entrance. At the same time he looked left and right and said, "Marshal is alive, ha ha ha, I heard, Marshal is still alive, I heard Marshal is scolding me!"
As soon as Wu Hanchao heard it, he hastily called out, "Quick, quick, quickly find a rope to save Daren!"
The dazed foreigners were immediately thrown into confusion; they looked around for half a day, but did not see anything that could be used to save Daren. Because his wife had also fallen into the cave, it was unknown whether she was alive or dead, Yang Hu's anxiety was not any less than Wu Hanchao and the others. Looking at the situation, he could not help but feel angry. In a big stride, he rushed over and pulled the rope from the waist of one of the foreigners. After testing it to see if it was sturdy enough, he shouted, "Who else has hooks, take them out and tie them together, quickly!"
A few foreigners who had used hooks to open the shed at the Li family gathering rushed over and used four hooks to form an eight or nine feet long rope. Yang Hu squatted at the entrance of the cave and slowly sent the rope into the cave. At the same time, he raised his voice and said, "Wife, are you alright?"
He knew that his wife's ability was above all others; if that Yang Ling was alive, then his wife would definitely be fine. Sure enough, from inside the cave came Hong Niangzi's voice, "The rope went into the cave, I can't see where it came from, swing it left and right."
Yang Hu was delighted and quickly sent the rope into the cave, gently swinging it. The iron hook at the end of the rope hit the cave wall with a crisp sound. Wu Hanchao held his sword behind his back and stared at Yang Hu. If he dared to have any ulterior motives when saving Daren, he would immediately draw his sword and kill him. Yang Hu glanced at him and only sneered.
Cui Ying 'er listened to the sound and when the sound was right next to her ear, she hastily stretched out her hand and grabbed the rope. She wrapped it around Yang Ling's waist twice and then handed the hook to him, saying, "You grab the rope and go up first!"
Yang Ling was fully aware that his strength did not lie in his martial arts. Although he was the Factory Supervisor, in this place, he was like a fierce tiger entering the sea, completely useless. Therefore, he did not exchange any pleasantries with her and hastily expressed his gratitude. He tightened the rope and was pulled up by Yang Hu.
The crowd of foreigners saw Yang Ling's head coming out of the cave, they could not help but cheering loudly. Ever since Yang Ling fell into the cave, Wu Hanchao charged like a madman into the crowd of Mongolians and fought with all his might to kill nearly twenty brave Mongolians. His entire body looked like a man made of blood. He himself was also injured several times, but he was completely unaware of it. Now that he saw the Factory Supervisor came out, he let out a sigh of relief and almost fell to the ground.
Liu Dabanchui's mouth was wide open, his eyes were smiling so much that there was only a slit left. Yang Ling's body had just been pulled halfway out when Liu Dabanchui pounced on him and pulled him up the cave entrance.
Yang Ling hurriedly untied the rope. Yang Ling then swung the rope into the cave. Liu Dabanchui looked at the red bump in the middle of Yang Ling's nose bridge and asked in surprise, "Daren, you fell down the cave without any injury on your body, how did you hit your head instead?"
Yang Ling angrily stared at him. Only now did he realize the incessant battle cries all around him. He could not help but asked in surprise, "The Mongolians did not retreat? Why are they not attacking the mountain anymore? Have our reinforcements arrived? "
Wu Hanchao pulled his body and said, "Daren's flood of good fortune fills the heavens. Halfway to the mountain, the messengers encountered Du Zongbing's subordinate Jing Qianzong's troops and horses, who are rushing to Yangyuan and returning to Datong. When the Mongolians saw Daren fell into the cave, they also lost the motivation to continue their attack on Mount Baideng. Right now they are engaged in a fierce battle with Jing Qianzong at the foot of the mountain!"
As soon as Yang Ling heard it was a Qianzong, he was slightly relieved. There were at least a thousand soldiers under Qianzong's command. In addition to the more than three hundred people on the mountain, they were not at a disadvantage in terms of numbers. It was just that he did not know how many cavalry soldiers this Qianzong had under his command. If they were all infantry, it would be better to summon him up the mountain earlier. Otherwise, infantry against cavalry, if they won it would be a small victory, if they lost it would be a great defeat.
Yang Ling turned his head to look and saw Red Lady Cui Ying 'er holding the rope with one hand and had been lifted up by Yang Hu. She was still dressed in men's clothes, but her hair was messy and her cheeks were slightly flushed. As soon as that pair of beautiful eyes came out of the cave, they happened to meet his gaze. He could not help but hurriedly look away and jumped up the cave entrance. That seemingly bashful and timid style was actually very feminine.
It was rare for Yang Hu to see his wife like this and could not help but be suspicious. He looked at Cui Ying 'er suspiciously and then looked at Yang Ling. Yang Ling was only trying to survive and did not care about the boundaries between men and women. He felt that he had a clear conscience so he looked at him calmly and turned his head to Wu Hanchao and said, "Let's go, let's go to the mountain pass and see how the battle is going."
Most of the foreigners were guarding the mountain pass with dozens of personal guards following them. When everyone heard their Daren's order, they crowded around him and walked to the side of the mountain. Huo Wuye and a few horse thieves looked at each other and wanted to escape. But after the chaotic battle just now, the horses were still at the mountain pass and there were soldiers everywhere at the foot of the mountain, how could they escape?
Although Cui Ying 'er knew that the situation in the cave was forced, she still felt a little guilty towards her husband. So when she first came out of the cave, her expression was a little bashful and flustered. By now she had already regained her composure. She brushed the hair on her temples and said indifferently, "Yang Ling said earlier that he would definitely not make a move today. The soldiers are not completely untrustworthy people, I can trust this person's words!"
Yang Hu snorted in dissatisfaction. But if he really wanted to leave, he had nowhere to go now. Now he could only believe that Yang Ling would keep his promise. The battle at the foot of the mountain concerned their life and death. The few of them also walked to the side of the mountain and found a flat ground to stand on and look down.
At this time a great battle was unfolding at the foot of the mountain. Although Yang Ling had never seen Du Renguo before, he had long heard of his great name. In his hand was a thick machete that weighed more than 60 catties. It was said that he was Ming Destiny's most valiant general. He had once split a galloping horse in half on the battlefield with one stroke of his machete and was hailed as the God of War by the Tatars.
It's a pity that this God of War only cared about individual martial arts and never cared about battle tactics or strategies. When he encountered the enemy, he would take the lead and lead the army to charge forward like a swarm of bees. Although he was valiant and valiant, when he brandished his machete, he could really kill anyone who stood in his way and kill Buddha who stood in his way. But he had no effect on the overall outcome of the battle.
But the worship of him in the border army had reached its peak. Many valiant generals were proud of him. The magistrate of Chicken Cry County, Min Wenjian, was originally a qianzong under his command. His style of battle was exactly the same as his.
The present Jing Qianzong at the foot of the mountain was the adopted son of Datong's commander-in-chief, Madman Du. He was in his thirties and had a bloodthirsty and murderous temperament just like his adoptive father Du Renguo. He had personally slaughtered at least eight hundred Tatars if not a thousand. He was known as the Ghost King by the officers and soldiers of the three passes. Jing Qianzong was proud of this. He specially made a large flag with the words' Ghost King Jing 'written on it. It really had the effect of a malicious ghost traveling and the living avoiding it.
He arrived just in time. Although it was a coincidence, it was not without reason. Yang Ling received the news that the three Duoyan Guards had left for Datong. On one hand, he strengthened the surveillance of spies and spies in the city. On the other hand, he ordered the commander of the Taiyuan Guards, Zhang Yin, to lead his army to the Golden Beach to await further orders. At the same time, because the main force of the Tatars had moved to attack Hukou, he ordered the reinforcements of the northern passes to return to Datong.
Jing Qianzong received the military order and led his army back to Datong. Halfway there, the messenger that Yang Ling sent to Datong arrived. As soon as he saw the troops, he immediately dismounted and hurriedly reported for reinforcements.
Jing Qianzong had not even finished listening when he excitedly mounted his horse and led his army away from the official road, heading diagonally towards Mount Bai Dang. Ghost King Jing only had three hundred horsemen under his command. The vanguard rushed to the foot of Mount Bai Dang, while the infantry at the back were still several li away.
Jing Qianzong did not follow the routine of circling the left wing, outflanking the right wing, and joining the main force to attack the middle. He led more than three hundred roaming cavalry and disbanded warriors like a gust of wind, shouting and yelling as they charged into the enemy's formation. Relying on their sharp spirit, they charged and killed. A large saber team swept everything in their way. Immediately a rain of blood splattered everywhere. The Tatars were caught unprepared.
Yang Ling stood on the hilltop. He saw a general dressed in black, his whole body bathed in blood. The cloak on his back looked like a black cloud. The saber in his hand was raised high. With a flash of cold light, a Tatars blocking his way was hacked into two halves. The horsemen behind him were also extremely fierce, fighting with their lives on the line like mad tigers.
Yang Ling was moved. "This man is very brave," he said, "Is he Du Zongbing's subordinate, Jing Qianzong?"
A foreigner replied, "Yes Daren, this man is Ghost King Jing whose name has shaken the three passes!"
Wu Hanchao praised, "One saber chopping a man and his weapon into two halves. The saber in his hand must weigh at least fifty catties or so. He is indeed a brave general!"
Yang Ling watched the battle situation at the foot of the hill. The Tatars no longer had any desire to continue fighting, they were gradually retreating. From a distance there was a Ming army with crooked helmets and crooked armor running toward them. Yang Ling relaxed and said with a laugh, "Hmm, this man is indeed a brave general who charges and breaks through enemy lines. He is indeed worthy of the title Ghost King. Only I don't know how good his battle strategy is. If he is brave and resourceful, it will be my Ming Destiny's blessing!"
He heard the report that the young man suspected to be an important Ming army general had fallen into the cave. Although the hill was not very high, it was at least a hundred zhang or so. If he fell down, he would not be able to survive. He was perfectly satisfied. He was about to lead his army to retreat when he was caught off guard by a Ming army attacking them. Moreover, there was no order at all.
This was really like killing an old master with a random punch. Even though this Tatars general had been through hundreds of battles, his army was exhausted and their formation was in chaos. For a moment they were unable to form an effective counterattack. The two armies were in a stalemate, immediately they fell into a bitter battle.
Ghost King Jing took the lead, he brandished the saber in his hand, a head flew, a strong body fell down with a loud crash. One of the Tatars saw this from a distance; he fished out a tripwire and shook it a few times. When he was sure, he threw it out.
Jing Qianzong was carrying his horse madly chasing after a Tatars whose weapon had been chopped off. Caught off guard, the tripwire tripped the horse's leg and the warhorse fell down with a loud crash. Several Tatars on the side saw this opportunity was not lost; they immediately brandished their weapons and spurred their horses forward.
This Qianzong's reaction was extremely fast; in the instant the horse fell to the ground with a loud crash, his legs had already left the stirrups. His legs kicked the horse's back, and borrowing the momentum and elasticity, he leaped up. The warhorse fell to the ground with a loud crash, kicking up a cloud of snow. He also leaped down from the air. With a 'Splitting Hua Mountain', his strength and speed were perfectly combined. With a loud shout, his long saber hacked down!
One of the Tatars who was riding his horse ahead saw the unstoppable force of the saber chopping down like lightning; he leaned his body and slid down his warhorse. Amidst Jing Qianzong's thunderous shout, this saber chopped the horse's saddle and split the horse's spine. A short and sturdy Mongolian horse was cleaved into two at the waist. A spurt of blood spurted out, immediately he turned into an indistinct bloody man.
He saw this servant wiped his face, stepped forward and twisted his waist, the saber spun horizontally. With a loud roar, the saber moved like a windmill, whizzing toward a fine horse whose front hooves were standing in fright and neighing in horror …
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