It was said that Tang Tieshuang, the assistant minister of the Ministry of War who had inherited Gu Lu's legacy, was about to leave the capital and lead most of the elites in the capital to set up a second line of defense behind Wu Zhongxuan's army. They were only waiting for the two groups of Liaodong cavalry to come down south. At that time, they would be able to turn defense into offense and push the rebel army back to the south bank of Guangling River. The Shu soldiers of the White-clothed War Saint Chen Zhibao, the barbarian soldiers of the Yan King Zhao Xun, and the lone King of Jing An were not worth mentioning.
For Liyang, the two Liaodong border armies that had taken twenty years and half the country's power to build were the world's top elites right next to the Zhao family of Liyang. They were like family right under the nose of Great An City. They were the cornerstone of the country, the needle that stabilized the sea.
The Xu family of the northwest had their own soldiers. How could they trust them?
How could the Northern Liang Path, a barbaric place where there were as many schools as there were hairs on a cow and few scholars, have the right to sit at the same table as the Great Peace City that was the best in the world, the Guangling Path that was the richest in the Central Plains, and the Jiangnan Path that was full of literature?
Outside Jexi City, it was probably the battle with the greatest disparity in military strength in history. Someone died.
The deceased was the Southern Tang Confucian scholar Cheng Baishuang.
This old scholar who had almost reached the Confucian Saint realm and was a grandmaster of the Central Plains at the back of the battlefield with the blind female zither player Xue Songguan should have died last.
The old man died of exhaustion.
Wei Miao, Chai Qingshan, Lou Huang, and Yu Groom each blocked the five thousand Beimang cavalry.
Wu Liuding of the Wu family's sword tomb, sword attendant Cuihua, and Xu Yanbing with his spear behind him firmly blocked the advance of the ten thousand men army on the left flank of Beimang.
Mao Shulang of the Southern Plains, Ji Liu 'an of the Dragon Palace, and Yu Xingrui of the Wudang Mountain were already surrounded by the ten thousand men infantry on the right flank and the two reinforcements. Among them were almost a thousand Spider Web warriors and Beimang jianghu masters.
In Northern Mang's middle formation, the red-robed Xu Ying and Luoyang, who had withdrawn from the center of the army, joined hands. Together with Suixie Gu, whose sword energy crisscrossed, providing support from the rear, they finally managed to hold back the surging tide that surged south.
During this period of time, even though Luoyang had made a trip to Northern Mang's crossbow base and unleashed a great slaughter, when faced with more than two thousand catapult carts that were located in a long arc, it still seemed like the will was willing, but the strength was lacking. Moreover, if she targeted these siege weapons, with just Xu Ying and Sui Xiegu blocking the infantrymen in the middle, as well as the cavalry army that continuously charged through the two wide corridors, it was extremely likely for the two of them to completely sink into the mud. After Xu Yanbing and Yu Xingrui had to go to the left and the right flank, Hsu Fengnian had to confront Tuoba Bodhisattva, and Đồng Thái had to face the Celestial Being to ensure that the young king could fight Beimang's God of War without any worries. Otherwise, Tuoba Bodhisattva, who was already "blessed by nature", and had the Celestial Being constantly "fanning the flames" above his head, once he successfully climbed to the peak of martial arts, even if Tuoba Bodhisattva only took thirty minutes to become the first person in five hundred years, Hsu Fengnian, who always had to be distracted, would have no chance of surviving. Not to mention killing Tuoba Bodhisattva, even returning to North Resisting City alive was a luxury!
In this way, Luo Yang had to deal with the awkward situation of being a clever housewife who could not cook without rice. She had to be restrained. Otherwise, with her cultivation realm, under the premise that Xuanyuan Qingfeng had already entangled Deng Mao, Murong Baoding, and Zhong Liang did not come to stop her, it was not impossible for her to enter Beimang's army as if she was invincible. Not only could she destroy half of the catapults, but she could also retreat successfully.
Previously, Xue Songguan plucked the strings with his fingers, and the old Confucian scholar with white hair on his temples used his Noble Spirit to block round after round of catapults, and wave after wave of arrow rain besieging the city.
Whether it was the thrown boulders or the locust-like arrows, the most fatal thing was not the aggressive and overwhelming kind, but the dense and rapid way in which they were thrown.
At that time, Xue Songguan, who was sitting cross-legged, saw the drops of blood on the guqin on his legs, the broken strings, and the bloody flesh on the fingers of the blind female guqin master. All of these silently told the truth that she, who was not known for her strong physique, was almost at the end of her rope.
Therefore, Cheng Baishuang told Xue Songguan not to force himself and let him, an old man, carry the burden. In the old man's words, there was no reason to let a young woman like Miss Xue take on such a heavy responsibility. A young woman like her could only be considered a good thing in the world if she could take care of her husband and children.
Not only that, when the old Confucian scholar noticed that his old friend Ji Liu 'an and the other grandmasters on his right were in danger, he made a prompt decision and asked Xue Songguan to go and help. They must not let the large number of Beimang infantry reach the city walls too early.
The young blind female guqin master was hesitant. Although she could not see the old man's haggard appearance with her own eyes, how could Xue Songguan, who was ranked in the top three in the Finger Xuan Skill, not sense the old man's dying breath and the old man's dying breath?
She knew in her heart that if she left, the old man would certainly die.
She could not bear to.
Although the old man and the young woman had only met for a short time and fought side by side without asking for reasons, Xue Songguan already saw this old man from the distant Southern Tang Kingdom as her own elder. Perhaps he was as old-fashioned as This Old Man's son Zhao Dingxiu and had a scholarly spirit that she was unfamiliar with. But in the end, he was a kind and benevolent old man.
"Miss Xue, you must not delay the war!"
Cheng Baishuang took a deep breath and forcefully swallowed a mouthful of blood that had already surged up her throat. When she saw the young woman stand up with her guqin, she tried her best to speak gently with a smile, "Miss Xue, there was once a famous writer in Jiangnan who was exiled to our country. Before he died in a foreign land, he left behind many poems that were not widely circulated. Among them, there were two lines that This Old Man must pass on to Xue Songguan, 'I eat three hundred lychees a day' and 'I travel the most in my life'. Miss Xue, if you have the chance in the future, you must go there and take a look. If you don't want to enjoy the scenery, lychees that are as expensive as gold in the north are only a few dozen copper coins a catty in our country …"
At this point, Cheng Baishuang suddenly stomped her foot and her strength penetrated deep into the ground. She raised her arm and waved her sleeve, like a calligraphy master splashing ink on a piece of paper. Then she seemed to have thought of something interesting and laughed loudly. After a few breaths, she slowly said, "Miss Xue, if you don't have someone you like, in the future, you might as well find a scholar to grow old with. Although it's hard to avoid sour words, at least there's no need to buy vinegar at home."
Xue Songguan, whose back was already to the old man, did not turn around. She only nodded vigorously.
She flashed away.
Cheng Baishuang retracted her gaze and sat cross-legged with her eyes closed.
At this moment, the old man with a head full of frost and snow could no longer hide his exhaustion.
Although every time he waved his sleeve, it would bring about a heart-wrenching turbulence in Qi Ji, the old man was always calm. He muttered to himself, "But if I feel that there are ghosts and gods in the song, how can I know that I'll starve to death to fill the ravine? Therefore, I can't do it … Don't think about your homeland in front of an old friend, and try a new tea with a new fire. But I can't do it … "
Cheng Baishuang felt the magnificent sword rain above her head.
The old man who was holding his breath to prevent his Dantian from drying up was too weak to turn his head and open his eyes. He could only vaguely feel that the sword rain fell in the Beimang formation on the side of Xue Songguan. The old man smiled with relief.
"The country's misfortune is the poet's fortune. First, I hope that there will be no more frontier poems and no more great poets in the future. Second, I hope that the scholars in the future will be happy and forget their worries. They don't know that old age is coming, they don't know that old age is coming … "
Cheng Baishuang raised her arm for the last time. She was wearing a long robe with wide sleeves, looking like a scholar.
The child asked, "Why is it too late to return?
Why is it too late to return? "
When her arm fell down, the old man's lips moved slightly, but he could no longer raise his arm.
The old man lowered his head silently in front of the hundreds of thousands of Beimang troops with his back facing the Beimang City, which was the northwest gate of the Central Plains.
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During Cheng Baishuang's lifetime, Beimang had never let a huge rock or a crossbow arrow fall into the Beimang City.
Who said that a scholar was a useless scholar?
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Suixie Gu, who was the closest to this remnant of the old Southern Tang, did not turn his head. He sighed softly. Originally, with the place where he stood as the center, there were more than a hundred snow-white sword auras that were as thick as the mouth of a bowl within twenty feet. Suddenly, the sword auras expanded to ten feet, and there were sixty more sword auras. More than eighty shield-wielding infantrymen who were cautiously moving forward were killed instantly. Their ending was even more miserable than being torn apart by five horses.
Ji Liu 'an, the Foreign Minister of Dragon Palace who was fighting in the middle of Beimang's infantrymen on the right, split a heavily armored Beimang centurion in half with his sword. He suddenly turned his head and roared, "Old Bookbag!"
At this moment, seven or eight spears stabbed toward him. The master bladesman, Mao Shulang, took a big step forward and blocked in front of Ji Liu 'an. He swept his blade horizontally, and the vigorous Upstanding Qi swept out, cutting all the Beimang infantrymen in half.
The Great Immortal of Wudang, Yu Xingrui, shouted, "How dare you!". The peach wood sword in his hand flashed and pierced through the necks of three Spider Web Death Soldiers beside Mao Shulang. The power of the sword was so powerful that the flying sword of the immortals took their heads.
On the left side of the battlefield, Yu Groom and Lou Huang, the two apprentice brothers of Martial Emperor City, one was called Cold Blade, and the other was called Sword Shudao. Both sides advanced side by side. Since Xu Yanbing was at the back to help block the infantrymen, these two apprentices of Wang Xianzhi were completely at ease and advanced forward.
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