The Young Master was dressed in luxurious clothes, riding a white horse and holding a red spear. After killing someone in front of the formation, he was still talking and laughing, making the six hundred Qingzhou heavy cavalry tremble.
It had to be known that the general who was stabbed under his horse was one of the top three fierce soldiers in Xiangfan. Unexpectedly, he was killed by a single spear strike. Moreover, the person sitting on the horse in front of him was the grand Prince of Jing An. Among the six vassal kings, he was only ranked behind the Prince of Yan and Prince of Guangling. This Northern Liang Shizi, regardless of his family background, was still a member of the younger generation. He was not in Northern Liang's territory, so how could he dare to be so impudent? How dare he defy the King of Jing An, who was regarded as a god by the people of Xiang Fan?
For a moment, the six hundred direct descendants were enraged. As long as the master in the embroidered robe gave the order, they would rush forward and crush him. Not to mention that he was the Heir of Beiliang, even if the King of Beiliang was here, so what? Did he really think that all the cavalry in the world were embroidered pillows?! Beiliang claimed to have three hundred thousand cavalry, and Qingzhou was the first to disagree!
The King of Jing An wore a yellow embroidered embroidered robe with five claws sitting on a dragon. The color was noble and superior to the blue and white ones. The embroidered embroidered robe was of the highest quality. Just the embroidered robe alone was half a grade higher than that of the Guangling King. It could be seen that His Majesty the Emperor treated this brother who had participated in the struggle for the throne with him very well. Prince Jingan's appearance this time was finally free of his prayer beads. Unlike Prince Guangling, who grew fatter as he aged and appeared slightly bloated in an embroidered robe, Zhao Heng's embroidered embroidered robe fit him perfectly.
He slowly raised his hand and waved it behind him. The six hundred heavy cavalry instantly retreated in an orderly manner. There was no stagnation in the formation. It was clear that he was familiar with battle formations. After the heavy cavalry retreated fifty steps, Zhao Heng lightly squeezed the belly of a Ferghana horse from the western regions and slowly moved forward. He ignored the corpse and the blood-stained red spear and calmly said, "No matter how brave and good the eighty light cavalry is, they can't stop six hundred Qingzhou heavy cavalry."
"Indeed, they can't stop them, but eighty cavalry in exchange for two hundred lives is still doable." Hsu Fengnian did not care. He narrowed his eyes and stared at his uncle, the King of Jing An, who was scheming to kill him.
In the city of Xiangfan, they could talk and laugh with each other. But here, they had already shed all pretense of cordiality. Hsu Fengnian was in a desperate situation and was full of hostility. Especially after he had suddenly digested a large amount of Da Huangting, the hostility that he could originally suppress was amplified countless times. This was why he had the ruthlessness to kill the general of Qingzhou with his spear.
However, Hsu Fengnian was not completely ignorant of military affairs. He was also not so arrogant and ignorant as to think that eighty cavalry would be enough to defeat six hundred of Qingzhou's armored soldiers in a battle to the death. It was just that even if he lost in terms of strength, he would not lose in terms of formation. Moreover, in today's battle outside the Reed Marsh, the military armor was just icing on the cake. It was destined that it would not affect the overall situation. Therefore, when the King of Jing An led his troops here, it was tantamount to using him as a gift to win the hearts of the light cavalry. Hsu Fengnian was happy to accept it. He had already told Yu Youwei that if he wanted to win the hearts of the people, giving small favors would not help matters at all. Therefore, even when he was rescued by Wu Liuding on the river, Hsu Fengnian did not really think that he had successfully captured the loyalty of the 100 cavalrymen, including Ning Emei.
Beiliang was known to have three hundred thousand cavalrymen. Naturally, it was not because all of them were mounted soldiers. True cavalrymen only made up one-third of the cavalrymen, and elite cavalrymen only made up one-third of the cavalrymen. The 800 cavalrymen of the Phoenix Battalion were undoubtedly the best. The more outstanding a soldier's strength was, the harder it was for a mediocre general to tame them. Xu Xiao's "treacherous" decision to send 100 cavalrymen to accompany his son was not only to show off and protect him, but also to test him. If he could not even control these 100 cavalrymen, how could he face the 300,000 new and old soldiers in the future? It was not only Xu Xiao. As long as it was a large family with many branches and leaves, they would constantly examine and weigh their successors. Not to mention the nobles who were born in the palace. Even if one day they finally became the crown prince, they would not be able to do it once and for all.
Zhao Heng chuckled and did not comment. There was no longer any pretense of friendliness on his face. This vassal king's aura was finally revealed.
The royal family was originally more responsible for the fate of the world. The wise men of the world said that one could become a dragon in the face of a storm. This was not nonsense. The Confucian school focused on cultivating Qi, and the Taoist immortals had the ability to seek the dragon's Qi. However, those who had the innate Qi of the dragon's Qi might not be able to ride the storm. Most of them were imprisoned by various kinds of opportunities, causing them to be muddle-headed and gloomy. Success was in the hands of the heavens, planning was in the hands of man. This was the wonderful meaning of the way of heaven and the way of man. As for the saying that man could conquer the heavens, it was often misunderstood by people. In fact, the original meaning was that man could conquer genius.
In front of the battle, Zhao Heng asked calmly, "Wang Mingyin is dead?"
Xu Fengnian nodded and said with a smile, "The eleventh in the world lives up to his name. Fortunately, I have the Two-sleeved Green Snake Li Chungang by my side."
He secretly reminded this vassal king that although the eighty Beiliang light cavalry could not stop them, there was still the old God of Swords who could not be judged by common sense.
Zhao Heng did not seem to be surprised by this. Wang Mingyin was originally a man of sacrifice. Even if he succeeded in escaping, Zhao Heng would not allow him to escape. From the moment Wang Mingyin agreed to come to Xiangfan, his fate was sealed. This was also the reason why Jianghu masters were usually unwilling to get involved in court battles. In the end, they could not defeat the army's net of swords and halberds. So what if a hundred people were against a thousand people? The royal uncle of Western Shu, who was known as the Sword Sage, was only killed by Beiliang's iron hooves. His sword was broken and he was killed by countless soldiers and horses. His body was trampled by horses and turned into a pile of meat paste. Even the way he died was so unbearable. Rather than being treated as a lackey who fought for riches and honor, it was better to be a fish in Jianghu and be free.
Hsu Fengnian smiled, "It is not strange that Wang Mingyin came to Xiangfan, but it is a little girl riding a big cat. This is a pleasant surprise for me. To meet an old friend in a foreign land, I have to thank Uncle Wang for his thousand taels of gold. If it was not for Uncle Wang's extravagant spending, how could I see her true face? Haha. "
He could not help but imitate the young female assassin and laugh.
Zhao Heng heard this and finally sighed quietly. However, there was no haze on his face. Instead, it was as if he was suddenly enlightened. If he, Zhao Heng, was a person who could not afford to lose, how could he live to this day? Besides, this time he lost the battle of the reed marsh, but he did not lose the secret battle in the court and instead won. Was this the only person in the world who was allowed to hide? Zhao Heng smiled and said, "Fengnian, do you bear a grudge against Uncle Wang from now on?"
Hsu Fengnian did not think that Zhao Heng would ask such a direct question. For a moment, he was silent. The person on the back of the horse in front of him was an outstanding talent of Xu Xiao's generation. He had lost to the current Emperor in the struggle for the world. Although he had lost to Xu Xiao in the Spring and Autumn War, in terms of scheming, Hsu Fengnian was not conceited enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. If it was not so, Hsu Fengnian would not have drenched his clothes and back that day at the Skinny Goat Lakeside Inn. Today, Zhao Heng had come up with one vicious scheme after another. Especially his boldness to abandon his beloved wife, Wang Fei, was simply terrifying! Hsu Fengnian did not speak, and Zhao Heng did not care. His attitude was calm and indifferent. Hsu Fengnian was half-joking. He laughed softly and said, "If Uncle Wang does not give me a parting gift, I will not bear a grudge against my elders. I will treat it as a lesson that cannot be bought with money. In the future, I will not dare to underestimate the heroes outside of Beiliang."
Zhao Heng, who was holding the reins, unconsciously rubbed his thumb and index finger. He said calmly, "Unfortunately, This King does have two small gifts."
Hsu Fengnian's heart jumped. His long and narrow red phoenix eyes exploded with hostility. He laughed coldly and said, "Since Uncle Wang wants to give them, I have no reason not to accept!"
What a big tone!
Zhao Heng could not help but sigh. For some reason, he thought of his eldest son, Zhao Xun. In terms of military strategy, intelligence, and meticulousness, the two princes of the same age did not have a clear advantage. However, in terms of courage and insight, Zhao Xun was far inferior. However, this could not be blamed on Shang 'er. Shang' er had grown up in Jing 'an Palace and was trapped by the complicated rules of the vassal state. He did not have many opportunities to gain real experience. On the other hand, Shang' er had lived in Xiangfan for more than twenty years. Many principles could not be taught by words. Thus, Shang 'er had only inherited the feminine side of his father. The masculinity and fierceness that came from killing on the battlefield was lacking. This kind of ambitious and ruthless character was not something that could be raised by killing a few servants. This Hsu Fengnian did not look like Lame Xu at all. However, his methods and temperament were eighty to ninety percent similar. If he were someone else's child, who would dare to openly kill someone in front of a battle? Zhao Heng clearly sensed Hsu Fengnian's strong murderous intent. He laughed it off and bent down to untie a long and beautiful package from the horse's back. It was slightly cold to the touch, and the chill pierced through his skin. Zhao Heng smiled and said, "In this sword box, there is half an ancient sword and a knife manual. This King asked for them from Martial Emperor City. Fengnian, you practice the knife, so the knife manual will be useful. As for the ancient sword, there is no harm in telling you directly. I originally intended to give it to Old Sword God Li after seeing you off."
Hsu Fengnian was shocked and asked, "Half a wooden horse cow?"
King of Jing'an looked up to the sky and laughed, "That's right."
Zhao Heng then looked straight at Hsu Fengnian. For the first time, he did not conceal his murderous intent. He said coldly, "Do you believe that This King is the only person in the world who can ask that Earth Immortal to leave Martial Emperor City?"
Hsu Fengnian raised the tip of his spear that was originally pointing downwards slightly. He smiled and said, "I believe!"
Zhao Heng's murderous intent disappeared in a flash. His expression returned to calmness and serenity, and there was even a trace of a hero's loneliness. He threw the sword box to Hsu Fengnian, turned his horse around, and said in a flat tone, "The knife manual is the only secret manual that exists in the world. It is nameless, but that person has destroyed countless top swordsmen in his life. You can imagine the importance of this knife manual. Hsu Fengnian, in the future, if Zhao Xun has the opportunity to leave Qingzhou, whether it is to go to Beiliang or to return to that city, I hope that you will not forget to give me a small gift today. Whether it is me or Xu Xiao, we are both old people. In the future, it will definitely be you who will come to the stage to stir up the clouds and rain with one turn of the hand. The grudges between your father and I can be considered to have ended cleanly today. You must know that going against the flow of the situation is like drinking wine, but going with the flow is like pouring tea, am I right? "
Hsu Fengnian reached out to take the sword box that contained half a wooden horse cow. He hugged it in his arms and did not say anything.
King of Jing'an, who was wearing a large yellow embroidered robe, rode away, leaving behind a cloud of dust.
Hsu Fengnian silently turned his horse around and returned with his spear and the box.
The eighty riders' eyes were burning with passion. The horse formation immediately opened up a small path in the middle.
Hsu Fengnian rode past and said softly, "Put away your knife."
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