(The book review section is also a chaotic battle of spring and autumn. It's very exciting.)
His Royal Highness rode out of the city on a white horse with two sabers attached. Behind him was a tall and sturdy general leading more than a hundred light cavalry. However, the carriage at the front was very ordinary. The coachman was a delicate and pretty woman. Even His Royal Highness was riding on a horse. Presumably, no one had the right to sit in the carriage.
After more than ten li out of the city, the hundred Phoenix Battalion mounted crossbowmen deliberately distanced themselves and followed from a distance. That General Wu Dian rode alone to Hsu Fengnian's side. Even though he was facing one of the most prominent Four Fangs of Beiliang in the past ten years, his loyalty was unquestionable. The three of them, Lü Qiantang, Shu Xiu and Yang Qingfeng, were still very cautious and prepared to attack at any time. It could be seen that the three of them were terrified of Xu Da Zhuguo to the bone. They were afraid that the slightest movement would harm His Royal Highness and they would have to apologize with their deaths as soon as possible.
Hsu Fengnian was asking the old Taoist priest Wei Shuyang about the essence of the "Yin and Yang Kinship Deed". Seeing the nervous posture of Lü Qiantang and the other two, he didn't say anything. He waited until the halberd-wielding general on horseback bowed to ask for instructions. Only then did he smile and say, "General Ning, you let your men and horses follow behind me only because I don't want to eat dust. There's no other meaning. Don't be nervous. Keep a distance of half a li. If there's really danger, it's just a matter of sprinting. Don't worry, General Ning, this is my personal guard camp. Every one of them is a valiant elite selected from the various armies of Beiliang. With General Ning in command, there's no chance of anything going wrong. "
This halberd-wielding Wudian general had a poetic name, Ning Emei, but he was big and burly, his entire body fierce-looking. The Phoenix Battalion's cavalry were all light cavalry with sabers and crossbows in their hands, only his armored cavalry was wearing heavy armor. In his hand was an eye-catching iron halberd with the character 'Bo' in his hand. Furthermore, he carried a big sack on his back, filled with more than a dozen short halberds. At first glance, one could tell that he was a military general who could fight ten thousand men.
Before Hsu Fengnian left the city, he had received a summary of Ning Emei's military exploits. He couldn't help but admire him. Ning Emei was an orphan on the battlefield. He was picked up by General Wang Jian and raised. After Wang Duling died in battle, he inherited his adoptive father's mantle. As long as he had a halberd in his hand, he had performed the magnificent feat of taking the head of a general in the midst of an army of ten thousand men several times. After each incident, the Great Pillar State would use a great merit to offset his small crime. Otherwise, he wouldn't be the one with the lowest martial rank among Beiliang's Four Fangs. However, as long as Ning Emei could go into battle, he could kill people. He didn't have to hide behind the formation and do things like wave flags and shout battle cries. He didn't care about these things.
Since ancient times, those who dared to use a halberd as a weapon were all fierce men who killed people as if they were grass.
On the battlefield, he was a killing god. Off the battlefield, Ning Emei wasn't the kind of barbarian general who would whip his soldiers at every turn. On the contrary, he was very gentle, respectful, and thrifty. Because his voice was full of energy, it was inevitable that it would shake the heavens. However, the tone of his voice always sounded like it came from the cherry lips of a Jiangnan girl. It was really an extremely strange thing. At this time, hearing His Royal Highness's explanation, Ning Emei held the halberd diagonally, the tip of the halberd facing the ground. He smiled shyly and said, "For this trip, the Great Pillar State ordered me to listen to all of His Royal Highness's orders. Your Highness, I will do as you say."
Hsu Fengnian glanced at the iron halberd in Ning Emei's hand and asked curiously, "General Ning, this' Bu 'halberd should weigh seventy to eighty pounds?"
Ning Emei said in surprise, "His Royal Highness recognizes this halberd as the 'Bu' halberd?"
Hsu Fengnian laughed involuntarily and said, "I occasionally heard my second sister mention it. It's not to the extent that she would recognize it as a fancy ceremonial halberd. "
Ning Emei didn't notice that the atmosphere around him was a bit stagnant. He said to himself, "His Royal Highness guessed correctly. This halberd weighs seventy-five pounds. Normal people can't lift it."
Hsu Fengnian, who had two sabers at his waist, laughed loudly and said, "If there's a chance, I want to see General Ning's flying halberd. I heard Xu Xiao say that your short halberd can make a person fall off a horse with one strike. There's never been a miss."
Ning Emei was a bit embarrassed and only smiled. In the end, he excused himself and rode back, dragging the halberd behind him.
Shu Xiu, who had a charming appearance but an unknown heart, pulled on the reins and coldly watched from the sidelines. The corners of her mouth hooked up, full of disdain. This Beiliang's trusted aide really didn't understand the ways of the officialdom. Since His Royal Highness could see through the weapon, it didn't matter if it was just a blind cat bumping into a dead mouse. Didn't he know how to take advantage of the situation and flatter him a bit? He even said in front of His Royal Highness that he couldn't lift the halberd. Was he mocking His Royal Highness for not having the strength to truss up a chicken? You're a brute who doesn't understand. Even if His Royal Highness isn't an expert in the use of sabers, those two peerless sabers are chilling. Just by looking at them, you can tell that they're killing sabers soaked in blood. How can 'normal people' handle them?
The tall and sturdy swordsman Lü Qiantang, whose figure didn't lose to Ning Emei, just closed his eyes and focused. His thumb hooked around the hilt of the giant sword Red Cloud he picked out from the armory.
Yang Qingfeng was shrouded in a loose black robe, which made her snow-white hands even more dazzling.
Hsu Fengnian continued forward and sighed softly, "Back in the day, West Chu claimed to have a million people with halberds within five thousand li. But those hundreds of thousands of invincible great halberd warriors still lost to Xu Xiao's cavalry. It seems that in this world, the Beiliang cavalry is still the sharpest spear."
The old Taoist priest Wei Shuyang stroked his beard and laughed softly, "In my early years, I was fortunate enough to see the marvelous sight of thousands of Beiliang cavalry galloping in a line. It was like the tide of Guangling River, overturning rivers, overturning seas, and destroying mountains. I was fascinated."
Hsu Fengnian blinked and said, "Grandpa Wei, I've seen this many times."
The old Taoist priest was stunned for a long time. Finally, he understood and smiled with gratification. This made Shu Xiu, who was in the dark, puzzled. Shu Xiu and the other two had been raising eagles and dogs in the Prince's mansion for quite a long time. The longest was Yang Qingfeng, who had been raising eagles and dogs for seven or eight years. At that time, His Royal Highness was already the infamous number one silkpants in Beiliang.
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