Madame Chai didn't hide the pride on her face. My daughter's temperament is naturally like mine. She won't lose to the fiercest man in the Western Regions.
Hsu Fengnian raised his arm and blood flowed down his fingertips. He wrote the name 'Sima Bishui' on the sleeve.
The young girl hurriedly said, "Add your name too."
He had no choice but to add the three words' Hsu Fengnian '.
The young girl treasured the sleeve that only had two names written on it. Looking at the bloody words, she couldn't help but sob. However, she quickly wiped her tears with her arm and pitifully looked at Hsu Fengnian. "Why don't you write one for me too?"
Without waiting for Hsu Fengnian to speak, she began to cut her clothes in one breath. Then, she made a cut on her other hand. Hsu Fengnian hurriedly stopped her. He didn't know whether to laugh or cry. "Alright, alright. I'm afraid of you. Just give me the sleeve. "
Hsu Fengnian took the sleeve. His right index finger gently poked the pad of his left middle finger. He wrote 'Hsu Fengnian, Sima Tiehe' on the sleeve.
The young girl stretched her neck and stared at the sleeve. She softly said, "In between the two names, add the word 'gift'."
Hsu Fengnian added another word.
With the two sleeves in her hands, the young girl was satisfied. She carefully put away the 'sleeve book' and solemnly thanked Hsu Fengnian. Only then did she stand up and leave. With her back to him and her mother, she secretly sobbed as she walked far away.
Hsu Fengnian smiled. "Madame Chai, you have a good daughter."
Madame Chai nodded. "Who said otherwise? My only wish in this life is to not let her live like me. Originally, this wish was almost shattered. Fortunately, Prince appeared here today. "
She finally stood up. The corners of her mouth held a happy smile. "I won't disturb Prince's peaceful cultivation."
Hsu Fengnian raised his head and said, "Live well."
In her entire life, Madam Chai had never treated a man with such sincerity.
Hsu Fengnian closed his eyes.
You must live well in Dunhuang, you must wait for me.
In the next six hours, the Sima Clan had already begun to disperse under Madam Chai's orders. In the meantime, she and her daughter had stood side by side and looked at Xu Fengnian, who was sitting under the eaves with his eyes closed, from afar.
When the cottage returned to silence, Hsu Fengnian opened his eyes.
As expected, the Six-jewel Bodhisattva did not return with the sword and saber from Mount Lantuo.
In that case, they could only make do with it for now.
In the upcoming battle, it wasn't up to anyone to decide who was magnanimous or extravagant. They had to haggle over every detail. The key was to see who could last until the end.
Hsu Fengnian tore off his face and slowly stood up. His two big sleeves fluttered in the wind. In the light, he looked like an immortal who was free and unfettered in the mortal world.
Hsu Fengnian raised an arm.
The whole city was filled with swords. Long swords, short swords, ancient swords, new swords, all of them flew over and chirped cheerfully.
In the straight line in front of him, the swords were connected head to tail. They were arranged in a row and hovered in the air.
There was once an old man who dripped water on a path in the rain to form a sword.
Hsu Fengnian smiled.
The wind was strong. This time, there was no need to talk.
Hsu Fengnian's arm gently pushed forward and then began to move forward.
The swords connected and finally converged into a long sword that was hundreds of feet long.
Hsu Fengnian said in a low voice, "Let's go!"
This sword, in an instant, broke out of the city!
It crashed into the Beimang military god, Tuoba Bodhisattva, who was rushing toward the city.
— —
Dunhuang City.
In the middle of the night, there was a woman who was a light sleeper. When her child cried, she quickly put on her clothes and gently picked up the child from the cradle. The child's tears quickly turned into laughter.
She lowered her head and looked at the childish smiling face. She also smiled.
She gently swayed her arm and slowly hummed, "Little sweet potato, little sweet potato, grow up quickly …"
— —
Zhao Bing, the King of Yan Chi, had an army of no more than one hundred thousand soldiers under his command, but he actually had more than two hundred thousand soldiers and horses under his command. Among them, the infantry generals Zhang Dingyuan and Gu Ying, one was adept at playing to his strengths and avoiding his weaknesses, and using his advantage to attack his weakness, and the other was adept at surprise attacks, and loved to fight to the death. There was also Yuanzhou General Ye Xiufeng, known as Nanjiang King Ming Yang. He was good at defending the city and was famous in the south. Hezhou General Liang Yue was good at surprise attacks. He used infantry as cavalry. All of these people were talented and difficult to tame generals. However, their limelight and sharpness had always been covered by the Beiliang cavalry. The number of times these people were mentioned in the capital of Liyang might not be as many as Chu Lushan or Yan Wenluan. However, there was one exception, and that was Nanjiang's number one general, Wu Zhongxuan. This old general not only commanded half of the soldiers and horses in the north of Nanjiang, but he also had the only cavalry in Nanjiang. At that time, His Royal Highness Zhao Zhu led thousands of cavalry to Guangling to help the king quell the rebellion. To be precise, he borrowed part of the soldiers and horses from Wu Zhongxuan. Wu Zhongxuan and Nalan Youci became Zhao Bing's left and right arms. However, compared to Nalan Youci who was almost blindly trusted by the King of Yan Chi, Wu Zhongxuan, who commanded the troops outside, paled in comparison. Among his three sons, the eldest and youngest were left in the territory under the jurisdiction of the King of Yan Chi. Only one son, born of a concubine, followed by this old man. He also did not join the army. He ate, drank, whored, and gambled, and was the leader of the northern part of Nanjiang. It was rumored that once he took advantage of the opportunity when his father was patrolling the northern border to sneak into the south with more than a hundred elite private retainers to show off. In the end, he was beaten to a pulp by His Royal Highness. That was not all. After he was beaten silly, no one knew who came up with the bad idea, but he actually went to the King's mansion to make a scene. After everything calmed down, outsiders did not know the inside story. Nanjiang only knew that the King of Yan Chi's third son, Zhao Yu, who held an important position in the army in the north, was recalled to the south. In any case, since then, Wu Zhongxuan rarely returned to the south. He wholeheartedly guarded the northern part of Nanjiang.
A group of more than twenty riders stopped their horses and raised their whips on the south bank of Guangling River. They looked at the rolling river flowing east, like the most spectacular white silk in the world undulating with the wind. There was a large age gap between these riders, but they were all wearing armor and carrying swords. Their vigorous spirit was extremely eye-catching. The few riders in the middle had a kind of vigorous spirit condensed from being in a superior position for a long time. The white-haired old man with a straight back was the most eye-catching. The old man held the whip made of tiger bone and the whip made of tiger skin. He narrowed his eyes and looked across the river, straight to the north bank. The two middle-aged generals beside the old man were his trusted subordinates that he had cultivated for twenty to thirty years. Tang He and Li Chunyu's reputation was slightly inferior to Zhang Dingyuan, Gu Ying, and the others. However, if they really competed on the battlefield, the old man did not think that they would lose. Furthermore, Tang He and Li Chunyu were both born in the top noble families in the north of Nanjiang. They had a complicated marriage alliance. This meant that the old man had more connections in the central plains than the King of Yan, who was severely restricted by the laws of the vassal states.
Tang He was a coarse-looking man. His face was full of sideburns, and he did not have the time or thought to take care of them. A few strands of his beard were tangled together. He bent down and touched the muscular back of his warhorse. He complained, "Did the two vassals, Zhao Yi and Zhao Xun, come to an agreement beforehand? Why are they so arrogant? They are not willing to help us cross the river, using the excuse that they want to defeat Cao Changqing's navy to ensure our safety."
The old man was the number one general of Nanjiang, Wu Zhongxuan. He said calmly, "This logic makes sense. 100,000 soldiers crossing the river is not a small matter."
Tang He said carelessly, "Cao Changqing has made it clear that he has shrunk the battle line and concentrated his troops at Bailu Lake. Then we can go to Longmen Ferry and have the Qingzhou Navy protect us. Does the Zhao Yi Navy lack these 10 days to half a month? Otherwise, we can cross the river from the estuary of Guangling. Cao Changqing's warships can't climb onto the shore, go around the Zhao Yi Navy, and then jump into the river to stop us, right? These bastards just don't want to see our Nanjiang elite troops successfully cross the river. "
Wu Zhongxuan shook his head and said, "This is the intention of the capital. Do you think Zhao Yi and Zhao Xun can make the decision?"
Tang He's face was full of sarcasm. He laughed out loud and said, "For a vassal to act like this, you can be considered capable."
Wu Zhongxuan had always had a cold personality. He had spent most of his life in the military. No matter if it was a great victory or a crushing defeat, he had always had an attitude that showed neither sorrow nor joy. He had become the perfect example of the saying in military books, "A person with a thunderous heart but a face as calm as a lake can be worshipped as a general." Wu Zhongxuan sank into deep thought. Compared to the generals around him who were mostly brave on the battlefield but not familiar with the court, as a general, the old man's thoughts were more complicated. This time, he was leading his troops north. Was it not a huge gamble? Other than official business, the old man also had a private matter to attend to. Someone wanted him to take care of a young man in Wu Wu City called Jiang Fuding. In exchange, that person promised him that not only would he become the main general of the Nanjiang army on the northern expedition, after crossing Guangling, there would be a great wealth waiting for him. Wu Zhongxuan had no chance to refuse this matter because that person had exposed the mastermind behind Wu Zhongxuan's rise to fame, Huang San Jia. Regarding this secret, not to mention his three disappointing sons, Wu Zhongxuan didn't even tell his wife, who had grown old with him, about it.
At this time, another group of cavalry galloped over. Tang He, Li Chunyu, and the others raised their eyes to look. Their expressions were somewhat strange. Wu Zhongxuan squeezed the horse's belly and urged it forward. On the horse's back, he lightly cupped his fist to the heroic young man. "This general greets His Royal Highness."
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