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Yang Fan fought against Tumen, and Beile Khan was exceptionally brave. In terms of martial arts and swordsmanship alone, he may not be as sophisticated as the people of the Central Plains, but he knows how to use his own conditions, relying on his advantages in physique and strength to break through with strength.

Compared with Beile Khan, Burkin's strength may not be so terrifying, but he is more cunning and changeable.The blades of the two collided, and sparks exploded in the depths of the night. King Youxian suddenly made an opening, taking advantage of Yang Fan's slash, he fell back suddenly, his wrists flipped out, and the bowstring of the small crossbow hidden under the armor Sudden sound.Dingbianhou was caught off guard, lost his balance while dodging, and fell off his horse.

Bo Erjin laughed long and loudly, and drove his horse towards him, and was about to cut him off with his saber.Unexpectedly, although Yang Fan fell to the ground, one foot was still hooked to the pedal. Seeing that Boerjin was chasing him, he raised his forearm imitatively, and only heard a shriek. The mechanism activated by itself, and the sleeve arrow pierced through the air, directly approaching Bo Erjin's face.

Bo Erjin remained calm in the face of danger, crossed the edge of the blade, and flew the hidden arrow.In the blink of an eye, Yang Fan had turned back on his horse, and the long knife fell on his head with such force that it even made the sound of howling wind.

Boerjin had never fought against Dingbianhou before, so he never expected Yang Fan's strength to be so terrifying, he could only raise his knife to block in a hurry. With a loud "bang", Bo Erjin was numb from his wrist to his elbow, almost unable to hold the weapon, even the mount under his crotch trembled, and he took two steps back tremblingly.

Polkin shook his shoulders. Although the numbness had passed, his arms were still trembling uncontrollably.He narrowed his eyes dangerously: "Five years ago, Tumen was defeated by you?"

Dingbian Hou recalled the battle five years ago, and said coldly: "He didn't lose, and I didn't lose either."

"That's really great!" Bo Erjin wiped the blood on his face with the back of his hand, and smiled, "I accept your head."

Yang Fan's response was to drag the knife and sweep.

"Okay," he suppressed Bo Erjin with brute force, and the light of the knife criss-crossed, weaving into a large impenetrable net. He actually regarded King Beileyou as a prey and entangled him tightly in the center, "then Just give it a try... whoever moves first, you and I eat!"

This was a fight that took place in the dark night. The Northwest Army and the Beile people who were fighting each other showed their claws and claws, like two fierce beasts that had never been seen before, biting each other mercilessly.The charging horses collided with each other, and the heavy muffled sound pierced into the flesh. The Beile people tried to drive away the Central Plains people who invaded the royal court with machetes and heavy hammers. Unexpectedly, those lamb-like Central Plains people did not intend to confront them head-on.

Due to their innate insufficiency, the Central Plains people are far inferior to the Beile people in terms of physique and strength, and their disadvantages in war horses make them passive in face-to-face encounters.But someone made up for this with excellent weapons. The moment the blades intersected, sparks splashed everywhere. No one expected that the scimitar that the Beile people were proud of would snap from it just in time to let out a mournful cry. .

The sudden change caught the Beile warriors by surprise, but the enemy's long swords were merciless, whistling like a gust of wind sweeping fallen leaves.Blood splattered in the boundless night, and the Beile knights fell off their horses one after another, and were reaped by the Northwest Army.

King Youxian noticed something was wrong in his busy schedule, and was taken aback: "What kind of knife is that?"

Yang Fan lowered the corners of his eyes, smugly mixed with obscurity: "Benhou's token of love!"

Youxian King: "..."

The Youxian King of Beile never imagined that it was a forging technique imported from Japan. After a series of tedious techniques, the long knife forged was extremely strong and tough, and it was even better than the Utz steel in the Western Regions.He even never imagined that this precious steel material, which was originally used to forge high-end samurai swords, would be mass-produced by a rich and powerful Silk Road merchant, and all the long swords produced would be cheaper for the Northwest Garrison.

But at this moment, the most dangerous thing for Boerjin is not the long knife in Dingbianhou's hand, but his hidden left hand—when the two pass by again, a gust of wind blows from nowhere , Straight to the heart of Yang Fan.Marquis Dingbian rolled off his horse's back in a split second, and his mount continued to gallop forward without stopping. Yang Fan was dragged by the reins on the ground, relying on a leg with a pedal buckled to maintain his balance.

It was too dark around, Yang Fan didn't pay attention to where the hidden arrow came from, but the moment he passed the hidden weapon, he saw the appearance of the God of Death clearly, it was a slender silver shuttle with two sharp ends and three sides with blood groove , exactly the same as the hidden weapon that shot him when he was in the Zidal camp.

"Sure enough, it was the hands and feet of the Beile people!" Yang Fan's old and new hatred welled up in his heart, and he suddenly bent the corner of his eyes coldly, "Very well, since we bumped into each other, let's settle it together!"

Marquis Dingbian never hesitated to show respect to his enemies, but when his opponent was a shady rat in the gutter, respect became a joke.At that moment, Marquis Dingbian's left hand, which had been concealed all along, finally came out, holding a seven-inch-long firecracker in his palm, which was a style that Polkin had never seen before, and there was no cumbersome matchlock on his tail. , Sen Leng's muzzle closed a thin line, aiming at his forehead through the boundless night.

The Youxian King of Beile felt trembling for an instant. He didn't understand where this fear came from, but he subconsciously followed his instinct and reined in his horse to retreat.His body's intuitive reaction saved his life. The flames and projectiles ejected from the muzzle failed to crush his skull, but penetrated his shoulder blades, exploding clusters of blood.

The pain caused by the firecrackers was completely different from that of swordsmen. Boerjin couldn't hold back for a while, and unexpectedly screamed, fell from the horse's back, and rolled over one after another clutching the wound on his shoulder.Yang Fan rode his horse in pursuit, and at this moment, countless Beistrang soldiers jumped forward and stopped Dingbianhou desperately. They were well-trained and cooperated tacitly. In order to delay time, they even sent their heads to Yang Fan's knife.

When a fierce battle came to an end, the grassland and the lake were already soaked in blood, and the faint morning light rose from the horizon, illuminating the messy and messy corpses all over the ground.

Liang Yi took the guards of the Marquis Mansion to carefully examine each corpse, and finally came to a conclusion: "I didn't see Tumen's wife and daughter, nor did I see the virtuous king of Beile."

Yang Fan is not interested in weak girls, but he will not easily let go of the high-ranking and powerful virtuous kings.He issued a military order without hesitation: "Send 500 rangers to chase after the Beile people, find out where they are escaping, and notify the army at any time."

Liang Yi first subconsciously answered "Yes", before realizing something was wrong: "Commander, although the main force of Beile is defeated, it is not something that a mere five hundred rangers can deal with..."

He didn't finish speaking, but the subtext was very obvious, even a prairie wolf with a broken leg was still a wolf, and it was a wolf whose head was forced to show its viciousness.Relying on five hundred rangers alone, trying to eat the Beile Royal Court who is fleeing in a hurry, is tantamount to a dream.

Yang Fan smiled very easily: "Who said I want to eat all these people?"

Liang Yi hesitated, "Then you..."

Yang Fan turned his head to call Xu Shen, and asked bluntly: "Your master's intelligence network extends in all directions, so there must be people in the Beile army, right?"

Xu Shen vaguely conjectured: "Master Hou is planning to..."

With his hands behind his back, Yang Fan patted the heel of his boots lightly with the scabbard: "Think of a way to send a letter to Tumen Khan, telling him that I have captured the Beile Royal Court, and his wife and daughter are all in my hands. If he doesn't If you abandon your weapons and surrender, I will pretend to be a military prostitute and let him figure it out."

Xu Shen: "..."

Of course Xu Shen knew that Yang Fan hadn't caught Tumen's wife and daughter. In fact, with the behavior of Marquis Dingbian, even if he was caught, he wouldn't be able to do such a low-level job.However, Tumen didn't know this point, not only didn't know, but he also believed in the cruel words of Marquis Dingbian, because Beile and Zhongyuan had fought each other for many years, and they had already forged an insoluble blood feud.

Tumen will not sit back and watch his wife and daughter be humiliated, that is a man's bottom line.If he stands still, Beile Khan's prestige will be wiped out.Even if Tumen knew that there was a fraud, he still had to bring someone back to the teacher to help him, and when he was exhausted from the long journey, it was the time when Marquis Dingbian put away his net and ambushed his prey!

I have to say, this idea really hurt the family.

Enduring the toothache, Xu Shen murmured to himself, "My master has bad eyesight, why did he fall in love with this one?", while writing a text message, and tied it to Xinying's feet.Two letter eagles soared into the sky, circled for a while, and then divided into two directions - one headed for Kaipingwei, and the other headed for the Northwest Camp.

The letter hawk trained by Zhang Jingche is even better than the letter pigeon in recognizing the way, but after a day and a night, it has already flown back to Yumen Pass.It folded its wings and was about to lower the cloud head, but at this moment there was a sinister sound of piercing through the air. The Eagle twirled deftly, and the dark arrow brushed the wings and took off two feathers.

Xinying was irritated, raised his head and let out a long cry, and the more and more dense crossbow arrows were shot out like raindrops, Xinying was struggling left and right in the arrow rain, flapping his wings and howling angrily.Seeing a crossbow arrow barely approaching, a sharp sound suddenly exploded in the oblique stab, and an arrow flew from nowhere, and shot the crossbow arrow first.

Xinying was bullied for half a day, finally saw an acquaintance, flew over immediately, folded his wings and landed on that person's shoulder, scratching and scratching aggrievedly.

The person who came put away his longbow was Zhuo Jiusi, the deputy general guarding the northwest camp.He touched Xinying on his shoulder comfortingly, and lightly raised his eyelids: "Who shot the arrow just now?"

Xinying got the backing, and the fox howled angrily.

The soldiers looked at each other, and after a while, three or four strong men came out.Zhuo Jiusi narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw that this group of people were wearing armor, but it was not the Northwest battalion style, but the Mingguang armor common to the imperial army.At first glance, he was tall and big, but his footsteps were surprisingly light. He stepped on the ground like a cat's mat, and he couldn't hear the slightest sound.

"They're all Lianjiazi," Zhuo Jiusi thought quickly, "and they're not from the Northwest Camp!"

The leading man took the initiative to step forward, cupped his fists and saluted: "Xiao Heshan, the humble deputy commander of Youyunwei, has met General Zhuo."

Zhuo Jiusi's guess was confirmed, he thought without any surprise: "Sure enough, You Yunwei is also here."

You Yunwei was a sharp weapon sharpened by Zhang Jingche, and it was handed over to Han Xun after he faked his death and left Beijing.But neither Yang Fan nor Zhuo Jiusi thought that Emperor Xinglong would trust Han Xun unreservedly, because he was Zhang Jingche's supporter and had followed him for many years and was loyal.

With today's temperament and means, supporting newcomers to contain Han Xun is already an extremely gentle approach, and Xiao Heshan in front of him is obviously a pawn that Liu Yanzhao is optimistic about.

Zhuo Jiusi did not comment on the practice of suspecting heroes today, but this is the Northwest camp, even the emperor's own army can't do whatever they want.He comforted Xinying on his shoulders, his face obviously sank: "This is a domesticated Xinying in the Northwest camp. Even if you are an envoy of the emperor, you can't shoot it yourself!"

Xiao Heshan took the initiative to plead guilty: "It's Meng Lang, I don't know if this eagle was domesticated by the general, but where did it come from? I bet and killed it with my comrades just because I was in a hurry... Please forgive me, General." I'm waiting for a crime I don't know."

He took the initiative to lower his posture, but Zhuo Jiusi had nothing to say. After all, this person is the emperor's confidant. No matter how annoyed Vice General Zhuo is, it's not good for him to be punished just because of a trusting eagle.He was about to leave when Xiao Heshan called him lazily: "General Zhuo, please stay."

Zhuo Jiusi paused, and looked at him expressionlessly: "What advice does Commander Xiao have?"

Xiao Heshan took two steps forward, with an inscrutable smile on the corner of his mouth: "I see that this bastard is wearing anklets, it seems that there is a message... If there is an urgent military situation, can the general let me know, that's fine too. Report back to the emperor?"

He concealed the plot in his words, but Zhuo Jiusi refused to accept the move, and said coldly: "This is about military secrets, without the permission of the commander in chief, no one is allowed to disclose it without authorization, and those who violate it will be dealt with by military law!"

Xiao Heshan wanted to say something more, but Zhuo Jiusi had already turned around and strode away without looking back.

The Northwest Army did not pay attention to the soldiers of the Son of Heaven. This is the fact that Xiao Heshan noticed on the first day he stepped into the Northwest Camp—just as Zhang Jingche expected, Honglu was just a cover on the surface. The actual speaker of the regiment is the deputy commander of You Yunwei.

After all, Liu Yanzhao was not the faint-hearted late emperor. He knew very well that an eunuch who had lived in the deep palace for a long time and had no power to restrain a chicken was no match for the Northwest Army Han.Since arriving in the Northwest camp, Honglu has used the signboard of "the emperor's close servant" to draw a lot of hatred, but the real person who does practical things is You Yunwei under the command of Xiao Heshan.

Zhang Jingche and Zhuo Jiusi had pondered over and over again that the Xuanfu Mission had another purpose in the name of rewarding the army, and this purpose was most likely related to Zhang Jingche.What's more troublesome is that Liu Yanzhao seems to be sure that Zhang Jingche has some kind of connection with the Northwest Camp. Even though You Yun Weiming secretly searched the Northwest Camp these days, the missionary mission is still staying in place , I didn't mean to slap my ass and leave at all.

"This is not right," Zhuo Jiusi frowned, thinking, "Young Master Zhang's arrangement is absolutely foolproof, even if You Yunwei is in front of him, he will definitely not be able to recognize him... Where did this group of people see the flaw? so that it bites us tightly?"

Zhuo Jiusi really wanted to discuss with Zhang Jingche, but it was a pity that if the Xuanfu Mission did not leave for a day, he could not go to see Zhang Jingche blatantly. He could only wait until the dead of night, and under the name of patrolling the camp, he went to the isolation barracks to stay for a while.At the same time, Xiao Heshan, who had run into a soft nail in front of General Zhuo, returned to the camp, and the moment he turned his back on him, his smiling face darkened.

The Xuanfu mission was not used to living in military camps, so it took time and effort to bring in wood and build wooden houses on the spot.Even so, Honglu complained endlessly. He served Liu Yanzhao since he was a child, and his food and clothing were all meticulous to the extreme. How could he get used to the hard life in the Northwest?Within two days, I complained endlessly.

"My Commander Xiao, how long are we going to stay here?" Hong Lu complained repeatedly, "Look at this place, is the food delicious and the drink delicious? Is it a place for people to stay? If you continue to live, our family I'm afraid I won't make it to the day when I return to Beijing."

Xiao Heshan gave him a cold look: "Elder-in-law is more expensive than Marquis Dingbian... The first-rank Marquis hasn't said anything yet, so you call Qu first."

Hong Lu muttered aggrievedly: "Can it be the same? Master Hou is a star of martial arts, and he won the three armies bravely. How is it like our family? The guy who was stabbed grew up in the palace. When did he suffer like this?"

Xiao Heshan said impatiently: "Don't forget our mission here! It's been so long, and we haven't even seen a ghost. If we go back to Beijing, how will you and I explain to the Holy Majesty!"