I was kicked out of the house, and I was reborn and became the emperor

"Huh? Unruly? Judging from his behavior today, he doesn't seem to be frivolous at all. Instead, he seems calm and experienced."

Fang Yi expressed a different opinion.

"I have no idea of ​​the inside story, but I remember that when I was studying in Qingzhou, I never saw any playboys causing trouble on the streets."

Bai Yujing paused for a moment and then continued.

"As the Art of War says, if the enemy is weak, then make him strong, and if he is strong, make him weak. Perhaps his unruly attitude is just a disguise to confuse the audience. A young man from a famous family must have extraordinary scheming."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yi agreed with it deeply and nodded slightly.

"As for him approaching you, whether it's to trip you up, pretend to be friendly, or to win you over as a friend, he will definitely make another move. We just need to wait and see."

Bai Yujing said confidently.

"That makes sense. Let's put this matter aside for now. The drums of war are about to start beating. The Red Feather Battalion has been training for several months. How effective is it? Has there been any substantial progress?"

Fang Yi shook his head and turned his attention to military affairs.

Bai Yujing chuckled, full of pride.

"Don't worry, everything is ready, just waiting for the right time. In addition to daily training, I also led my troops deep into the mountains and forests, repeatedly defeated bandits, and had a brilliant record. In the next battle, I will definitely impress you."

"Great! If not, I would have to strip you of your white robe and parade you naked through the streets, haha."

Fang Yi was in a good mood when he heard that the training was successful, and couldn't help but make a joke.

Bai Yujing rolled his eyes and walked away without saying a word.

……

Outside Jiayu Pass stands the Wangque Mountain, a steep and tall natural barrier that reaches the sky. Below it spreads a vast plain called the Wangque Plain. At the end of the plain, hidden in the mist, is the majestic camp of the Jurchen tribe.

Ancient legends from hundreds of years ago tell of foreign invasions and numerous evil deeds. One day, countless wolves rushed out from the deep valley of Wangque Mountain.

They were like vengeful spirits, tearing the enemy's horses and soldiers madly, making the invaders pay a heavy price and eventually fleeing in defeat.

Since then, many place names in this land have been stamped with the mark of "Wangque" to commemorate that miraculous natural counterattack.

Today, the Wangque Plain and the Wangque Mountains are no longer the peaceful places they once were. The noble sons of the Great Zhou either fight alone or in groups, reenacting the cruel game of wolves chasing sheep on this land.

Teams of hundreds or even thousands of people searched for the traces of the Jurchen cavalry squad like hounds. Once they were captured, a bloody battle would follow. The fall of the Jurchen knights became a sacrifice for the noble young men to gain military honors.

The Jurchen cavalry were extremely brave and agile, often requiring these noble descendants to make double or even triple the sacrifice in order to win victory.

However, to them, this bloody glory is more intoxicating than life itself. The life and death of the soldiers seems to have nothing to do with them. The only thing they care about is the military medal hanging around their waists.

This vast territory is shrouded in an atmosphere of arrogance and underestimation of the enemy, but no one realizes that the crisis is quietly approaching and the roles of hunter and prey are about to be dramatically reversed.

On a gentle slope, Fang Yi sat quietly on the ground with his eyes closed and concentrated. Bai Yujing, dressed in white, was beside him. With his back leaning against him were the three thousand soldiers of the Chiyu Camp, all of whom were sitting cross-legged in silence, conserving their energy and gathering their strength.

Fang Yi was ordered to garrison here just in case, while Lu Qi led the scout battalion to travel around and provide support to friendly forces.

"Report! A large number of cavalrymen were spotted ahead, chasing a group of young noblemen. Captain Xue has led his troops to reinforce them!"

A scout came galloping, and his voice penetrated the empty wilderness first.

"Get on the horse and go!"

Fang Yi jumped onto the horse, and three thousand soldiers lined up in formation, with the cavalry rumbling and advancing forward.

"Large-scale cavalry? Could it be that the main force of the Jurchens has arrived?" Fang Yi was puzzled, and a sense of uneasiness gradually grew.

At the same time, Xue Jinghan rode his horse at full speed, followed by a group of Qingzhou teenagers and the remaining palace soldiers, all of whom were injured. The whistling sound of the Jurchen pursuers behind him was like a shadow, never stopping.

Xue Jinghan cursed secretly. He originally wanted to capture a Jurchen patrol, but unexpectedly he was lured into a trap by the enemy. He fled for several miles in a panic and fell into a desperate situation.

"Damn it, didn't they say there weren't a large number of enemy troops? Could these thousands of people have dropped from the sky?"

A young nobleman cursed, his soldiers were almost all killed, and he himself was stabbed and bleeding.

Just when he was in despair, dust flew up in the distance and a group of cavalry approached gradually. Xue Jinghan took a closer look and recognized that it was the army of the Great Zhou, and he felt relieved.

When the cavalry got closer, they realized it was the Akabane Camp and were stunned.

"Brother Fang, I will repay you generously for your kindness today!"

Xue Jinghan bowed his hands in thanks, and the people behind him were also delighted by this sudden vitality.

"Brother Xue? Why is this happening? Why are there so many Jurchen cavalry?"

Fang Yi was also surprised to see that it was Xue Jinghan. Young Master Xue looked so disheveled that it was obvious that he had no experience of the battlefield.

"It's hard to explain in a few words. Let's go back to the camp and discuss. There are about 2,000 Jurchen cavalry, and it's difficult to fight them head-on. It's best for us to evacuate first to avoid being besieged."

Xue Jinghan seemed to realize his embarrassment and said awkwardly.

"two thousand……"

Fang Yi looked into the distance and saw that the Jurchen cavalry had suspended their offensive due to the arrival of reinforcements, and the two sides were in a standoff.

"Lu Qi, Bai Yujing, take the scout battalion to escort Master Xue to a safe area." Fang Yi was itching to get his hands dirty after not having any actual combat for a long time, and he also wanted to take this opportunity to review the training results of the Chiyu Battalion.

"Want to fight?" Xue Jinghan and the other young men were shocked.

Before Xue Jinghan could say anything, Bai Yujing had already pulled him towards the small hill nearby.

"It's over. I just escaped from death and fell into the tiger's mouth again. I should have just run away." A young man muttered in a low voice.

Days of fighting had made them realize the strength of the Jurchen cavalry, which they were unable to contend with. Without their numerical superiority, it would have been difficult for them to gain an advantage.

The seeds of fear quietly sprouted in everyone's hearts.

On the top of the hill, with the breeze blowing gently, two men in white robes stood side by side, their eyes piercing through the dust, focused on the tense confrontation between the cavalry in the distance.

"Brother Bai, can we expect to win this battle? Even if we win, we will suffer heavy casualties. It may be a good idea to retreat now." Xue Jinghan was nervous. Although he asked this, he was actually looking forward to seeing the power of the Chiyu Camp.

Bai Yujing smiled calmly without saying a word, but his deep eyes were filled with powerful forces.

Xue Jinghan smiled bitterly. Behind him, a group of descendants of famous families were also looking at the battlefield from afar, their curiosity was evident in their words.

The two armies faced each other, undercurrents surged in the silence, eagles soared above the sky, and their sharp cries pierced the sky. In an instant, both sides suddenly charged towards each other like a tide.

The Jurchen cavalry rushed out without formation or order, their wild roars shaking the plains, an unstoppable bravery.