Jialan: Crossing the Red Chamber

There was a strange red color, and after a moment of stupefaction, someone shouted: "The tent is flooded, the tent is flooded."

Everyone panicked, and was about to run to the camp, but found that there was also a strange red light around them, and there was a strong smell of wolf smoke.

Everyone was too busy to take care of themselves, swearing, crying, wailing, the sound was endless, as if they had reached the bottom of the worst hell for a moment.

The main tent with orbs inlaid on the top seemed to be isolated from the outside, and the tent was very quiet.

Jia Lan didn't seem to hear the bursts of crying from outside the tent.He lowered his eyes and sat quietly on the tiger-skin bench. He tapped the mahogany armrest lightly with his fingers, one click, one click. The rhythm seemed to be synchronized with a certain memory in his brain, and then transmitted to his heart, slowly clam down.

"Who are you?" He asked in a low voice.

"The identity of this king is also known to lowly people like you. You bastard, why don't you let me go quickly, or you will look good on me." The coat that hadn't been put on yet slipped a little after struggling. , exposing the loose muscles of the Mongols.

Hearing such insulting words, Jia Lan's complexion did not change, he didn't even raise his eyebrows, but raised his hand slightly.

With a scream, the Mongol's right arm was cut off in its entirety.

Jia Lan still asked in a low voice: "Who are you?"

The Mongol became even more manic and cursed endlessly. The soldiers who escorted him cut off his left arm without hesitation after waiting for Jalan's second gesture.

The Mongols yelled.

Jia Lan said lightly: "It doesn't matter if you don't say anything, let's change to someone else." He waved his hand, and the soldier walked towards the Mongolian woman kneeling beside the bed.Seeing the soldier approaching quickly, the Mongolian woman screamed in panic as if she saw the impermanence of black and white, but the moment she saw Jia Lan raised her hand, her voice stopped abruptly, and she knelt on the ground covering her face and cried, "I said, I said .”

Jia Lan said, "Speak."

"He is Ta Qier, Zazamu's third younger brother." After the woman finished speaking, she knelt down on the ground and sobbed softly, as if all her strength had been exhausted.

When the Mongolian heard the woman's words, he was suddenly furious, spat in Jialan's direction, and cursed.

Jia Lan stretched out his sword and picked up the clothes that were scattered on the table to block the spittle, and then threw it on Taki'er's head, covering his angry eyes and open mouth.He got up and waved his hands: "Chop off the head and bring it back to the barracks." Then he turned around and left the tent without looking at it.

The sky gradually became brighter, and many places were burned down, and the effectiveness of the formation was much weaker.The sun was shining, the fog cleared, and there was a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood outside the tent, ghosts crying and wolves howling.

Jia Lan glanced at it, then lowered his eyelashes to hide all the undue compassion.This is not the 21st century, nor is it the era of peace and prosperity, this is a battlefield where you die or I die.

"My lord, the enemy camp has been completely destroyed, with half and half casualties. Our side suffered 230 five casualties and 89 dead." An excited voice came from the left.

Jia Lan raised his eyes, still indifferent and calm as usual, as if the moment of compassion never existed: "Good job." He walked forward to watch the battlefield, and asked, "Is Qiu Sheng back?"

The guard hurriedly said: "Qiu Bazong hasn't come back yet, but brothers have come to report that the villagers are safe, and they have all evacuated."

Jia Lan nodded slightly, "You don't have to follow me, go find any missing loot."

The guard seemed reluctant to give up, and slowly withdrew.

Jia Lan looked back and saw the admiration on his face, and couldn't help but darken his eyes again.

To win more with less, even if Liu Meng came to this battle, he would not die with so few brothers.

But, after all, so many people died.

I will go to hell.Jalan looked at his hands and thought.

Qiu Sheng was injured.

As Jia Lan expected, many soldiers were ambushed in the village, but they were unprepared for a surprise attack, and were spotted and killed by the people brought by Qiu Sheng.The ten brothers in Xianjin Village have already been plotted against.

Because several villagers stubbornly refused to leave the village, they were a few steps late.When passing down the mountain, the Mongolian soldiers on the top of the mountain were in a mess, and many stones were pushed down indiscriminately. Fortunately, Qiu Sheng led the people to run fast, so they didn't suffer disaster, only a few brothers in the rear died.

Looking at the raging fire and the ashes in the fire, Jia Lan took a stick of incense and put it in front of the fire, and bowed respectfully three times.The moment he turned around resolutely, he suddenly remembered a passage in "Yi Tian Tu Long Ji".

Burn my remnant body, blazing sacred fire, what joy is there in life, why bother in death?

To do good and eliminate evil, but because of the light, joy, sorrow and sorrow all return to dust.

Pity me the world, there are so many sorrows!

Pity me the world, there are so many sorrows!

The Battle of Hukou Valley shocked both inside and outside the border.

The Celestial Dynasty's "Xuanwu Jishi" stated: In the 28th year of Xuanwu, Jia Lan, the chief of the third foreign committee of the Suiyuan Army, led [-] soldiers to attack Hukou Valley at night, bloodbathed the Mongolian fierce general Taqier with [-] soldiers, and the leader of Taqier was killed. Hang on the wall of Suiyuan City for seven days.This incident became the fuse of the frontal struggle between China and Mongolia, and also the beginning of the ten-year war in northern Serbia.

Zhazamu is the sworn brother of Uyakimg, the Great Khan of Great Mongolia, and his third brother Taqier can be regarded as a fierce general under Uyakimg's subordinates, but he doesn't want to be given away in the middle of the night with five hundred people. After taking over the old nest, his head was chopped off and hung on the city wall to expose to the sun.

shame!An unprecedented shame!

Zazamu was furious, and led [-] soldiers to rush to Suiyuan.

Qin Chi stood in front of the map and said word by word: "Everyone, the real war is coming." A pair of eagle-like eyes scanned the generals sitting in the tent, and finally stopped at the man standing quietly beside the tent door. On Jalan.

"Jia Lan and Li Li listen to the order, and now you two will be appointed as the vanguard army, leading 5000 troops to explore the way first." Qin Chi's voice suddenly increased, and he sternly said.

"Jalan listens to the order."

"Li Li obeys orders."

The bent backs of the two seemed straighter than those of the standing ones.

Outside the city of Suiyuan, there are invisible enemy soldiers in front, and the roar of drums and gongs from behind.

Li Li chuckled next to him, his bright eyes were like a wolf who had been starving for three days and saw a sheep, and he said, "Lan'er, how long has it been since we fought side by side?"

Jia Lan chuckled softly, "That's a lot of nonsense."

Li Li smiled lightly, drove his horse forward, pointed his gun at the enemy and said loudly: "I heard that your horse skills are excellent, I would like to have a meeting today, who dares to come forward?"

Li Li had just finished yelling, when he heard a person yelling loudly: "Where is the boy, take a shot from Grandpa."

Li Li smiled instead of anger, looked at the person who called out, "Okay, you should come out."

The man was about to drive his horse out of battle, but he was stopped by a man in silver armor next to him, who said a few words to him.The man nodded after hearing this, and shouted to Li Li: "My son asked what your name is?"

Li Li straightened his spear and hooked his thin lips, and immediately an aura of supremacy in the sky and earth surged out, and his high-spirited tone turned into a righteousness in the world that lingered around him and lingered for a long time.

"Remember my name, so that you won't be able to find the right owner in your next life. My surname is Li Mingli."

"Okay, my name is Tumul, and you must remember my name, Grandpa." Tumul jumped forward, holding a long-handled sword in his hand.

After a hundred tricks, Tumul was picked off the horse.

He has more than enough strength but not enough dexterity, meeting someone as opportunistic as Li Li is like meeting his nemesis.

Li Li returned to the formation and gave Jia Lanyang a high-five, and smiled triumphantly.

Jia Lan nodded at him, lifted the reins, drove the horse slowly to the field, and asked calmly, "Who is next?"

After Tumuer went back with a disheveled face, he was squeezed to the back of the formation. Now standing next to the man in the silver-white armor was a tall and thin man. He asked in a loud voice, "Register."

Jia Lan slightly raised his eyes to look at him, and said two words lightly: "Jia Lan."

The simple two words are like a curse. There was a moment of chaos in the Mongolian army, and even the young man was stunned for a while, and then he reacted and shouted: "Quiet."

The Mongolian army barely calmed down, but it could be seen that someone was trembling involuntarily.

"I didn't expect it to be such a character, such... a stunner." A strange smile appeared on the young master's face, and he stretched his hand to the side, and the attendant immediately handed him a bow and arrow.

The young master didn't even think about it, and aimed towards Jia Lan's direction, with full bow, he let out an arrow.

Jia Lan narrowed his eyes, but did not move.Li Li shouted "Lan'er" angrily behind him, but Jia Lan didn't seem to hear it. A pair of apricot-core cat eyes stared coldly at the silver-armored young man who was laughing more and more, as if looking at a dead object, without emotion.

The arrow of Liuyunhua Ling flew straight towards Jia Lan, but just as he was about to pierce through Jia Lan's eyebrows, he tilted his head slightly and wiped his face to avoid it.Then when it flew past the ears, it was clamped by two fingers and the castration was abruptly stopped.

Jia Lan put the flower feather arrow still with his own blood on the bow slowly, aimed at Young Master Silver Armor, and said slowly with his lips parted: "I don't know if you barbarians have heard a word from my Celestial Dynasty?"

"To come and not to go is indecent." A simple sentence, but it seems like a fatal curse.

The Hualing arrow flew steadily towards the Mongolian army amidst the noisy "Protect Young Master", and shot at a servant who rushed over.All the soldiers just breathed a sigh of relief, but found that there were three life-chasing iron-patterned arrows coming straight at the young master behind the Hualing arrow.No one could react, only the tall, thin man who was closest to him tugged at him in a daze, he dodged two arrows in embarrassment, and another arrow was nailed to his arm.

The tall and thin man was about to call for help, but he heard the people around him shouting "There is still more, stop fast". Before he could react, the tall and thin man felt a gust of cold wind sweeping across his cheeks the next moment.

Looking at the young master's chest again, there are three long arrows.

The young master was still struggling to stand up, his eyes were wide open as if they were about to stare out.The tall and thin man followed his gaze.

The person in the field still had a cold look, his eyes slightly squinted.