The original name of Yanqi Pass had long been forgotten. It became Yanqi Pass only because a poet from the frontier fortress of the previous dynasty said that the southern geese wept to the north. This pass was heavily guarded by Beiliang. With one man guarding the pass, it forcibly blocked the northern barbarians' passage to the south. Dark clouds covered the city, wind and rain filled the buildings, and sand and rolling stones were flying in the desert. However, in the distance, one could vaguely see Beiliang soldiers continuing to train in the sandstorm. Beiliang was as cold and bitter as the Beiliang cavalry. Further north, although there were more deserts, there were also patches of fertile water plants. The area around Yanqi Pass was completely desolate and barren. A white-clothed man stood at the top of the city wall. On his left was Dian Xiongzong, who looked like a western lion. On his right was Wei Fucheng, who looked like a poor old pedant.
Dian Xiongzong, who held six thousand Iron Stupa heavy cavalry, opened his bloody mouth and stood at the top of the city wall for a long time. In the end, he couldn't help but roar, "General, now that Beiliang Road has been established, it's natural for the Great General to be the Jiedushi. Whoever dares to snatch this position, Old Dian will chop him down with an axe. But why should the Governor of Feng Province, Li Gongde, be the Administrator? This old fellow claims to be the second best at making money, and no one says he's the first. How can he govern Beiliang? Bah, I'll spit on his face. Old Dian, I'll say the ugly words here. If Li Gongde has the guts to be the Administrator, we'll take six thousand cavalry and slaughter him! "
Wei Fucheng's body was weak. As the wind and sand blew, he coughed repeatedly. He raised his sleeve to cover his mouth and said vaguely, "Don't talk nonsense. The Administrator is not a rare thing. It doesn't matter who sits in this position. As for the Supervisor, I don't know which guy the imperial court will send to take this position. "
Dian Xiongzong said carelessly, "Wei Fuzi, you're f * cking poor and fastidious. How is the Administrator not a good thing? Shouldn't the second most important official in Beiliang be our General?"
Wei Fucheng waved his sleeve and said with a helpless smile, "You're a guy who only has strength but not brains. If the Administrator is the General, then it will be a big problem. If the imperial court wants to do this, and the General doesn't refuse … "
Teacher Wei stopped speaking halfway. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the rolling black clouds in the sky. He sighed softly.
Stunned, Dian Xiongniu said, "What do you mean? Wei Fuzi, it's not like you don't know that Old Dian's head was kicked by a horse when he was a child. It's useless. Whenever I move my head, my head hurts."
This was absolutely true. The third-rank military officer, Dian Xiongzong, had incomparable strength at a young age. One time, he was dragging a horse in reverse on the street. In the end, he was turned around and trampled by the crazy horse. Not to mention his body, his head was ruthlessly trampled by the horse's hooves. It was a miracle that he didn't die. However, everyone in Beiliang was well aware that General Dian's brain had nothing to do with whether it had been trampled by horses or not.
Wei Fucheng was rendered speechless by this scoundrel's scoundrelly behavior. After carefully weighing his words, he said slowly, "You want the General to go to Liangzhou City to be the Administrator, to deal only with official documents all year round, and to ignore all military affairs in Beiliang?"
Dian Xiong was stunned, "This …"
From beginning to end, the white-clothed Chen Zhibao turned a deaf ear to him. He only turned his head to look at one of Beiliang's newest young generals.
His surname was Che, and his name was Ye. He was born in Beimang, but he was a slave of the lowest status. He was skilled in archery and horsemanship, and he was good at fighting. He was originally a man of sacrifice raised by the nobles, but he had committed a heinous crime in Beimang. All the way to the south, he had killed more than twenty Beimang's Wolf and Eagle Guard with one man, one horse, and one bow. This Wolf Fang soldier was already the second best warrior in Beimang, second only to the Great Tiger Ben. He was roughly equal to the Iron Soldiers of Beiliang. It must be known how cruel the Iron Soldiers' selection process was. They were given a short crossbow or a hard iron bow, twenty arrows, a Beiliang saber, and three days' worth of food. Five people in a team were thrown into Beimang's territory. Each person had to cut off six heads of Beimang's soldiers before they could return. After that, there were still tests for infantry and cavalry. After Che Ye defected to Beiliang's army, he joined the scouts and immediately became the crossbowman who had beheaded the most people. Last year, he followed Chen Zhibao and personally led six hundred cavalry to raid Beimang's White Sun City. With one arrow, he shot through a certain member of the Beimang royal family who was patrolling the border. When this kid returned with Chen Zhibao, he had a total of thirty thousand Beimang cavalrymen hanging on his tail!
Taking everything into account, Che Ye was only nineteen years old this year.
Che Ye was wearing silver armor and holding a helmet in his hand. The wind and sand blew in his face, but he remained motionless.
Chen Zhibao gently waved his hand, indicating for Che Ye to take two steps forward and stand side by side at the top of the city wall. He smiled and said, "Do you think it will rain in this weather?"
Dian Xiongnan slapped his forehead. The general was really too much. If he had the time to ask about such trivial matters, he might as well tell Old Dian about the Administrator.
Wei Fucheng rubbed his eyebrows with his thumb and smiled without saying a word.
The young Che Ye shook his head and said, "Reporting to the general, it won't."
Chen Zhibao made a sound of acknowledgment and then fell silent again.
Dian Xiongnan couldn't bear the loneliness, so he wanted to go down the city wall and train those bastards outside the city.
All of a sudden, a crack appeared in the thick black clouds, and a ray of sunlight shone on the city wall. It shone on the white-robed Chen Zhibao and the scout Che Ye. Because the latter was wearing silver armor, he immediately shone with golden light, like a divine soldier and celestial general.
At this time, howls shook the sky at both ends of the Yin Ma River about five kilometers away from the city.
There were more than a hundred iron chains hanging on the Yin Ma River all year round. At this moment, all of them were pulled taut by the soldiers standing on both sides of the river. It was a tug-of-war between fifty people!
Regardless of whether they were soldiers or captains, regardless of whether it was winter or the scorching sun, they all had to bare their upper bodies. Their skin was soft and tender. If they were pulled out once or twice in June or July, their skin would explode. Now that autumn was coming, they could be considered lucky. But in a few months, it would be the worst. According to Beiliang's military rules, how could the loser of a tug-of-war lose? That was to drag the other party into the river with the iron chains. In summer, it could be used as a bath, but in winter, how could it be comfortable to fall into the river? Beiliang's army had many small hills, and the Pillar State didn't care about it. However, private fights were prohibited. This was an iron law. If there was friction, it was fine. Either go to the drill ground and have a fierce fight, or each side brought fifty people here for a tug-of-war.
When a hunchback old man accompanied by White Bear Yuan Zuozong came down to the Yin Ma River, all the shirtless men instantly felt their blood boil.
Oh my god, the Great General is here!
There was no harmony in a tug-of-war. When the Great General returned from the capital to Beiliang, who the hell wanted to lose face!
Xu Xiao, who wasn't wearing armor, came near a group of fifty Beiliang soldiers with his hands behind his back. He smiled and didn't say anything, just looking at the iron chains across the river.
Gradually, people fell into the river from the one hundred iron chains.
After a whole incense stick's time, only the iron chain beside Xu Xiao remained across the Yin Ma River!
Xu Xiao squinted and saw that more than half of the one hundred people on both sides of the river had blood on their hands.
Their shouts were hoarse.
Someone on the left bank shouted, "Zhao Tiezhu, you didn't drink milk when you were young, right? Stand up for me!"
Someone on the right bank shouted, "As long as your hands aren't broken, stand up for me one by one! Whoever slacks off first, I'll make you raise your ass when we get back to the barracks! "
"Bastard! Do you really think you're a coward? Come on, kid, didn't you claim to be able to draw a three-stone bow? This time, beat those bastards on the other side … "
"Huang Qiong, you're the bastard bastard!"
No one expected that the iron chains would be broken by two groups of people!
The one hundred people were all lying on the ground, unable to move a finger. Their hands were all covered in blood.
Xu Xiao smiled and said, "Okay."
No one knew who was the first to shout, but all the soldiers who could still move shouted at the top of their lungs, "Long live the Great General!"
Long live the Great General!
The hunchback old man didn't stop them.
If he didn't say anything, who would dare to go to the capital?
Xu Xiao turned to look at the top of the city wall and said to himself, "Why are you standing so high up?"
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