(Because it was more than four thousand words, it was a bit late.)
The Great Reading of Beiliang this time was probably the briefest and shortest reading ever since the Xu family took over Beiliang in the past twenty years. However, it was also the one with the greatest gathering of generals and talents. The veterans of the Martial Tower were almost in tears as they watched. They knew better than anyone else how difficult it was to gather the hearts of soldiers. The hearts of soldiers were like a person's soul. Once it was gone, it would be difficult to summon it back. For example, no matter how much Liu Yuanji scolded His Royal Highness, he was also worried that the foundation they had worked so hard to build would be squandered away by the prodigal son before it was completely destroyed by the Zhao family. Those who were more utilitarian, such as Han Tuizhi, were also worried that the new king would not be able to convince the masses. They could not even convince them verbally, let alone in their hearts. If that happened, would they really have to move their entire family to the Central Plains where enemies were everywhere? Would the Zhao family deal with them bit by bit? If the son of the Zhao family was happy, he would reward them with some leftovers. If he was unhappy, he would cut off a few heads to win the hearts of the people? Therefore, when His Royal Highness, who was wearing a unique jade-white python robe, jumped onto the ice river and shouted, "Draw your sword," 100,000 soldiers of Beiliang unsheathed their swords at the same time, everyone knew that Hsu Fengnian would be the rightful King of Beiliang. Therefore, these old men were relieved. They even thought that since the General was unable to conquer Beimang in one fell swoop, would it be possible for the young King of Beiliang to succeed? With this thought that had haunted their dreams for many years, they could not bear to die. They were also unwilling to turn a blind eye to their own family's seed being destroyed. In fact, many of the old men were not really senile. For example, Liu Yuanji, they really could not bear to see their children and grandchildren wreak havoc. They just did not believe in the legacy of the Xu family. So what if they could take more of the Xu family's property into their own pockets? However, from now on, they would have to plan carefully again.
There were not many twists and turns in the Martial Tower. After all, most of them were old fellows who were used to seeing battle formations and killing. However, the foreign scholars at the Wen Tower were trembling with fear. In the past, they had heard that the Beiliang cavalry's battle prowess was the best in Liyang. As for how powerful they were, they had no idea. If it were those scholars who came from the Yan Imperial Palace and Guangling Taoism who had more or less seen the way the two vassal kings led their troops, they would not believe that the Beiliang's battle prowess was much greater than theirs by a large margin. However, when they saw with their own eyes the black mass of armored soldiers that stretched as far as the eye could see, even if they were looking from afar, the eerie atmosphere was suffocating. Especially when the 100,000 soldiers unsheathed their swords at the same time, it was as if the wind and snow between heaven and earth had to stop. Most of the people in the tower trembled violently. Previously, there were busybodies who had named the generals on the martial arts stage one by one. Each of their names was like thunder to the ears. When the ten of them stood shoulder to shoulder with their swords, no one believed the nonsense that Beiliang was lacking in manpower. The unspoken majesty on the martial arts stage made the people of the Wen Tower ask themselves, could Gu Jiantang, who had resigned from the Ministry of War, defeat the Beiliang cavalry? Could the King of Yan Imperial Palace, who was second only to Xu Xiao among the vassal kings, really contend against them? Even if the man in the python robe who stood out from the crowd could never reach the height of his father, as long as he, Hsu Fengnian, had 300,000 elite soldiers, could he really be bullied by anyone? Yu Luandao did not have these messy thoughts. He only saw the distinctive python robe, the way he leaped onto his horse and threw his spear into the icy river, the slow steps he took as he ascended the stage, and the way his finger moved across the hilt of the famed sword "Great Luan". Yu Luandao suddenly felt that there was no need to ask anything.
After two hours of military parade, everyone put their swords back into their sheaths. The man in the python robe disappeared. General Yan Wenluan went to greet the people of the Wu Tower. Yuan Zuozong, who had the same rank, although he was the general's adopted son and the commander of the cavalry, still walked half a step behind Yan Wenluan. He walked side by side with the famous general of the Southern Tang Dynasty, Great Ancestor Gu. Huangfu Jin, who did not have enough experience and popularity, was at the back. He seemed a little lonely. He did not have any interaction with the old Youzhou general, "Brocade Partridge" Zhou Kang, who was not far away. However, since this person had already occupied a place on the martial arts platform, no one dared to compete with Huangfu Jin on the surface. As for the secret, there would certainly be many. The key was to see when Huangfu Jin could successfully take over the military power of Youzhou.
Chu Lushan, the Northern Liang Protector, ascended to the Wen Pavilion. When the foreign scholars saw Fatty Chu dismount from his horse outside the pavilion, they were scared half to death. They also sensed that even the Administrator Li Gongde, a major second-rank border official, had a forced smile on his face when he saw this devil who ate people without spitting out the bones. Within the Wen Pavilion, only Teacher Wang was able to maintain a calm expression. Huang Shang, a bone-chilling scholar from Liyang, simply chose to avoid seeing him and avoid seeing him. When the heavily armored Chu Lushan ascended the building, the new building creaked loudly, causing people to worry about whether the stairs could bear the weight of this man and his armor. Fortunately, this mountain-like fat pig did not bother to waste his energy going up the stairs after ascending to the fifth floor. He greeted Hu Kui, who had descended to the fifth floor, and nodded to each other in greeting. When he caught a glimpse of Yu Luandao beside the Liangzhou provincial governor, the Beiliang Governor returned home. When Chu Lushan finally mounted his horse and left, the scholars felt as if a heavy burden had been lifted from their shoulders. If His Royal Highness's notoriety in the past was merely his hedonistic behavior within Beiliang's borders, then Fatty Chu's infamy was enough to make people's hair stand on end. Cutting breasts and skinning skin, breaking skulls and pouring wine — which of these did not deserve the wrath of the heavens? However, this fat pig still happily became the highest-ranking official in Beiliang. Truly, only a scourge could live for a thousand years! On the way back, Chu Lushan summoned the crossbowmen Li Hanlin and Lu Dou. One of them was His Royal Highness's brother, who had grown up with him, and the other was basking in his glory. The Qingzhou Lu Family, who was about to become in-laws with the Xu family, could not be considered ordinary Beiliang soldiers.
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