The old woman's tone grew heavier as she said sternly, "Our grassland cavalry has been fighting for hundreds of years. Since Dafeng Dynasty, we have been invincible. We relied on killing enemies. If we had selfish desires, we would divide the spoils after the war. How could we be like Gourd Mouth of Youzhou and Old Woman Mountain of Liuzhou, who schemed before the war and were blinded by selfishness? If not for Wanyan Yinjiang from the Longguan Clan, I would have used the cavalry of Liuzhou to help the South Dynasty. I would not have spared these Longguan parasites that have been living on the grassland for generations, including the Wanyan Clan! They deserve to die! They deserve to die! "
The Taiping Commandant sighed softly.
The agitated old woman slowly calmed her emotions. She squinted at the bright and dark boundary under her feet. It was like the border between two countries, but also like the boundary between Yin and Yang.
The old woman said slowly, "Yelu Dongchuang who has a good grandfather to help him strategize, my cousin Murong Baoding who believes in every man for himself, and even General Zhong Shentong, all of them have wild ambitions. They seem to be shrewd, but in my eyes, they are not as smart as Dong Zhuo. Only Fatty Dong who is full of oil is the most adaptable. No one is willing to attack Huaiyang Pass because they don't have much military merit. Even if they succeed, only Chu Lushan's head can be seen. At that time, they will suffer great losses and at least hundreds of thousands of casualties. In this way, even if I agree to be conferred the title of Marquis according to military merit, without troops, an ordinary person will not be able to hold the position. Therefore, when I asked Murong Baoding to attack Huaiyang Pass, the Jiefang Commandant of Orange Province acted as if his parents had died. He asked for so many Rouran cavalry and still felt that it was not enough. He wanted to work but not put in effort. What is the big picture? He clearly knows the importance but he is unwilling to take care of it. How hateful! "
The old woman sneered, "As long as Dong Zhuo can take Huaiyang Pass, even if he can't participate in the attack on North Resisting City, I will give him the title of King of the Southern Courtyard and let him lead the army into Beiliang Pass."
The Magistrate of Taiping frowned and said, "That would be Chen Zhibao, who was conferred the title of Prince by Li Yang and is now a vassal of Western Shu. Letting the tiger return to the mountain is a disaster as big as the sky."
The old woman laughed in a low voice, "Legacy? We don't even have many days left to live, so why should we care about the life and death of the two ingrates of the Yelu and Murong family? "
The Magistrate of Peace was silent.
The old woman comforted, "Teacher, as long as the hooves of the grassland cavalry step onto Great Peace City, step onto the Guangling Road, step onto the southernmost land of the Central Plains, you and I will not be forgotten in history. As to who will sit on the dragon throne in the end, what does it matter if it is Yelu, Murong, or Dong?"
Taiping Ling smiled bitterly and said, "If we can unify the world, then fewer deaths will be a good thing."
The old woman laughed loudly and waved her sleeve. "Then you'll have to endure for a few more years!"
Beimang's Royal Preceptor stood in place, his figure desolate.
The old woman walked forward alone with her hands behind her back. The afterglow gradually disappeared under her feet.
In the darkness, the old woman murmured to herself, "Maybe I won't be able to see the snow next year at your hometown in Liao Dong's Jinzhou. Say, if I had not returned to my hometown back then and stayed by your side, would I have … children and grandchildren now? "
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The sky was about to brighten. In the back courtyard of the Northern Barbarian Manor, a room was lit by candlelight.
A cold knife was placed on the table. A young man started to silently put on the Manor King's embroidered robe.
Outside the room, there was a young woman dressed in white. She held a red sandalwood sword box with a determined expression. She quietly waited for him to come out.
Also in the manor, Xue Song Guan who had not slept the entire night slowly sat up. He put on his boots, picked up the guqin, and gently pushed open the door.
The old Spiritual Master of Wudang Mountain, Yu Xingrui, had just finished practicing the fist technique he had created from his little sect brother, Hong Xixiang. Feeling refreshed, he carried his sword and left the yard.
A white-clothed, white-haired, and white-browed old man sat on a stone bench. The sword box on the table was wide open. The old man held the sword in one hand and broke the blade inch by inch with two fingers. He gently threw it into his mouth as if he was chewing soybeans. The old man casually threw away the remaining sword hilt. He glanced at the empty sword box and slowly stood up with a smile. The hundred-year sword aura filled his stomach. It was time to vent it out.
On the stone steps of a small courtyard, the young swordsman who was the Sword Crown of the Wu family's Sword Tomb squatted there. He suddenly stood up and turned to look at the swordsman Cuihua who carried the ancient sword Su Of Gojoseon on her back. The latter opened her eyes for the first time and smiled sweetly at him.
In a small courtyard, two disciples from Martial Emperor City walked out of their room at the same time. The handsome eldest disciple of Wang Xianzhi took off a cold saber from his waist and tossed it to the other disciple. The latter smiled knowingly and tossed one of the two famous swords, Fu Ji of Shudao, to his senior brother. The two of them.
One of them hung the cold knife while the other hung the famous sword. Their movements were exactly the same. In the end, they hung their swords and sabers and strode out of the courtyard side by side.
A middle-aged man with white cloth tied his legs turned around and waved at the Miao girl's wife who was standing at the door. She smiled and gave him a thumbs up.
In the same quiet courtyard, an old Confucian put down the sage book in his hand and straightened his clothes. The old swordsman sitting beside him raised his cup and drank half of the wine in it. Then, he poured the wine on the unsheathed long sword. Outside the house, a burly old man stood with his knife in his arms. He closed his eyes and concentrated, waiting for his two old friends.
In front of the meeting hall of the Northern Barbarian Mansion, under the wooden archway, there was someone holding an iron spear. Beside him stood the master of the Dongyue Sword Pool.
Somewhere in the Northern Barbarian Mansion, a woman in purple squatted down and tied a small knot on her skirt.
On the southern wall of the Northern Barbarian Mansion, an average-looking middle-aged swordsman sat cross-legged. He placed his sword on his knees and looked into the distance as if he was waiting for the sun to rise from the Eastern Sea.
Not far from the city wall, a man in white stood. He was drinking happily with his head raised. The woman in the red robe beside him looked serene.
After the young Lord put on the python robe and put on the cold knife, he paused when he was about to open the door. Then, he suddenly opened the door.
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Beimang's army was about to attack the city. They were only waiting for dawn.
Suddenly, a horse rushed out. It was the Beimang Generals. When he was less than a hundred steps away from the city wall, he laughed wildly and said, "Bullshit Beiliang cavalry! Until now, no one dares to go out of the city and fight?! "
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