In a person's jianghu, life and death were of utmost importance.
Using countless corpses to create a magnificent battlefield, life and death were the least of the trifling matters.
Hong Jingyan slowly appeared before everyone's eyes. He was getting closer and closer to the battlefield where the Iron Buddhas and the Rouran cavalry were.
First, there were seven or eight Whispering Chamber cavalry that had been keeping an eye on this top Beimang expert. They quickly retreated from the battlefield and galloped away. Then, there were more than a hundred Iron Buddhas that charged to intercept him.
After Yuan Nanting pulled out his saber from the chest of a Dong Zhuo cavalryman, he looked up and said to the personal guard commander who was guarding him, "Something's not right. That person should be attacking the Iron Buddhas. We have to do our best to stop him!"
The personal guard looked at the panting old general and threw away his blood-stained helmet. He smiled and said, "General, I'll bring a few hundred cavalry over!"
When Yuan Nanting was going to say something, the head of the bodyguards who had followed him for many years had already gathered a team of cavalry nearby. He turned around and grinned at Yuan Nanting, "General, to be honest, you're really old. Don't be a burden to us!"
Yuan Nanting bent over and said with a smile, "Bullshit!"
Without waiting for Yuan Nanting to stop him, the personal guard had already led a few hundred White Feather light cavalry and charged forward.
Yuan Nanting wanted to follow, but he was blocked by one of the guards who stayed behind.
Yuan Nanting said angrily, "Get out of the way!"
Although the young retainer was afraid of the general's might, he still said through gritted teeth, "The commander gave me a look. He forbade me from putting the general in danger."
Yuan Nanting said angrily, "Whose official is higher?!"
The young man who refused to give way lowered his head and muttered, "A county official is not as good as an official on the spot. The commandant has always told us in private that on the battlefield, his orders are sometimes higher than the general's."
Yuan Nanting reprimanded loudly, "Get out of the way! Do you believe that I won't make you pack up and get out of the White Feather Guard right now?! "
The young man's eyes were red as he said stubbornly, "I'm not even afraid of death. What's there to be afraid of!"
Yuan Nanting was so angry that he almost unconsciously slashed down with his saber. Even he himself was shocked. He quickly put down the saber, sighed, and cursed weakly, "Bastard."
Seeing that this audacious White Feather Light Cavalry was about to turn around and rush to the fourth battlefield, Yuan Nanting roared, "Get back here!"
The young rider wanted to say something but hesitated.
The commander of the White Feather Light Cavalry gazed into the distance and sighed softly, "Even if it's because of my, Yuan Nanting's, selfishness, it's still good that one less person dies."
Yuan Nanting clearly remembered that the Grand General had once said that he, Xu Xiao, was not afraid of anything in this life. The only thing he was most afraid of was when someone saw him and said his name. This was because the person who remembered his name would remember the debt he owed when he died. He would never forget it for the rest of his life.
The exhausted Yuan Nanting gasped for breath as he surveyed his surroundings. The White Feather Light Cavalry's battle achievements were outstanding, but there was only endless sorrow in his heart.
On Mount Qing Liang, the originally nameless tombstones were going to have so many new names.
Yuan Nanting was suddenly startled and turned his head to look.
There was a rider from the Iron Buddha cavalry that had suddenly charged out of the bloody battlefield that had yet to end.
He was tall and sturdy, and held a metal spear in his hand.
In the yellow sand of the desert, the war horse was pitch black, and the armor was dyed red.
Qi Dangguo charged towards that distant rider without turning back. He knew that the Beimang barbarian called Hong Jingyan had come for him.
After leading the charge to break through the enemy formation three times, Qi Dangguo's figure was already on the verge of collapse. Even the hand holding the metal spear had begun to tremble violently.
He was facing the leader of the Rouran cavalry, who was known as the second strongest expert of Beimang.
Sweat and blood intertwined on that determined face, but Qi Dangguo only charged forward.
This man vaguely remembered that when he was young, his adoptive father, who was not very old at the time, had personally told him that no matter how outstanding one's physique was, no matter how astonishing one's strength was, there would come a time when one's sword and spear would be unsteady at the end of the battle. But as long as one's breath was still present, one's heart could not be shaken. When one feared death, the king of hell would come.
He would immediately come knocking.
— — —
Outside the battlefield, there was a young man in the Wutong Courtyard of Mount Qingliang who had received an urgent report. After giving the Huaiyang Pass Protectorate Manor a military order that was almost strictly worded, he abandoned his horse and rushed alone to the Qingyuan Military Town outside the pass, where he saw the unfamiliar handwriting.
And then, he continued to rush north.
That was the first time the young man had seen Qi Dangguo's handwriting.
His handwriting was not pretty.
As a young man who had served in the army and the battlefield, he rarely wrote. In the past, when the young man who had seen the letter had seen the Spring Festival couplets being put up on Mount Qingliang every New Year, among the six adoptive sons of the Butcher, Chu Lushan would definitely be the one who fawned the most. Yao Jian and Ye Xizhen would also give a few pertinent comments, while Chen Zhibao and Yuan Zuozong would habitually not say a word. But only this man called Qi Dangguo would laugh and ask the young man His Royal Highness for a few Spring Festival couplets to take back to his residence. And then, he would definitely not have the servants of his residence put them up. Instead, he would personally do it. Year after year, even the servants of his residence had become accustomed to it.
The young man's father, that old man, had once casually mentioned his adoptive sons. He said that Chen Zhibao had the most serious thoughts, Chu Lushan had the deepest thoughts, Yuan Zuozong had the most mellow thoughts, Yao Jian had the most complicated thoughts, and Ye Xizhen had the most chaotic thoughts.
It was only when he mentioned Qi Dangguo that the old man laughed to himself, saying that this idiot had no thoughts at all.
At that time, the young man laughed along with the old man.
In the Huaiyang Pass Protectorate House.
Chu Lushan looked at the latest spy report with a gloomy face. Yuan Zuozong's face was also extremely gloomy. He turned around and strode to the gate.
Chu Lushan shook his head, "You don't have to go, Prince … Xiaonian has already left."
As if talking to himself, Chu Lushan added, "Old Qi may not die."
Yuan Zuozong sneered, "Not necessarily?"
Chu Lushan suddenly became furious, "Yuan Zuozong! What's the use of you going to the Longyan Plain now? Can you catch up? "
Yuan Zuozong stepped over the threshold and said calmly, "I won't go to Hutou City. Kou Jianghuai and Xie Xibian have joined hands in Liuzhou. Whether they succeed or not depends on their ability. I'll go to Calabash Mouth in Youzhou. Since I've decided to gain the initiative by striking first, I might as well make a big move. "
Chu Lushan said dejectedly, "Go, go."
Yuan Zuozong stopped and stood outside the gate. He said calmly, "If Huaiyang Pass can't be defended one day, remember that there's Beijue City in the south."
Chu Lushan waved his hand, "You don't need to talk too much. I didn't think you were a long-winded person before."
North of Hutou City, Longyan Plain, on the battlefield.
The Iron Buddha's leader, Qi Dangguo, fell to the ground. His armor was broken and blood was gushing out.
The seven Whisk Water Room's death knights couldn't stop that Northern Mang grandmaster who got off his horse and walked on foot. It was to the extent where even the hundred Iron Stupas and three hundred White Feather Light Cavalry couldn't stop him, their formation torn apart by a single person just like that.
Qi Dangguo, who had sent out a spear, was punched in the chest by that man. He fell from the horse and slid back for more than ten feet.
That man landed beside him and said with a smile, "Before you die, I might as well tell you that Hsu Fengnian is on his way here. In fact, he's very close. Unfortunately, he's still a bit late. Qi Dangguo, are you unwilling to die? "
Qi Dangguo's chest rose and fell rapidly. Blood kept oozing out from the corner of his mouth. He could no longer speak.
However, his elbows were straightened and his fingers were grasping the ground. He seemed to be struggling to get up.
Hong Jingyan closed his eyes and said with intoxication, "This is the taste of the resonance of heaven and earth. Now I know why Qi Xuanzhen said that Celestial Phenomenon was' just the scenery outside the door '. The scenery inside the door is really wonderful!"
He lowered his head and looked. "Hsu Fengnian is late, but I, Hong Jingyan, am not!"
Hong Jingyan was increasingly happy. "Oh, right, let me tell you another piece of bad news. After knowing that Hsu Fengnian is coming in person, Tuoba, who was originally moving slowly south, has started to speed up. I only need to go two hundred miles north and Hsu Fengnian and Tuoba will meet."
Hong Jingyan looked toward the south and laughed loudly, "Hsu Fengnian! When North Jue City is breached, I'll give you the chance to take revenge! "
Hong Jingyan's figure flew backward and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
After a few blinks of the eye, a young man with cracked lips and wearing casual clothes sat cross-legged beside Qi Dangguo.
This man was dying and his vision was blurry, but for some reason, he recognized that young face.
He wanted to speak, but he couldn't say a word. Instead, the blood at the corner of his mouth was gushing out more and more.
The young man reached out and gently pressed on his chest. Where his hand touched, the iron armor was shattered. The cold armor was soaked in blood and felt warm.
The young man bent down and shook his head gently.
This valiant general of the Northern Liang Cavalrymen in the past had unexpectedly generated an unimaginable strength out of nowhere before he died, and he tightly gripped the young man's arm with one hand.
Since ancient times, the strongest person on the battlefield would carry the enemy.
The Beiliang cavalry had three hundred thousand men, and only Qi Dangguo could carry it!
And this man, with the last of his strength, wanted the young man not to go to the north for him.
He didn't want to let go even if he died.
The young man gently held the dead man's hand. He was quiet and expressionless. He was neither sad nor happy.
Great suffering was silent.
— —
In the end, the young man pried open Qi Dangguo's fingers one by one. Then, he leaned over and helped him close his eyes.
When he left Beiliang Palace, he didn't have time to hang his cold blade.
He found the iron spear not far from Qi Dangguo's body and held it in his hand.
One man, one spear, rushed to the north.
Hong Jingyan, who had already escaped dozens of miles away, heard a thunderous sound.
"You want to die, so I'll let you die!"
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