Chapter 175 Comes

How many days had Fang Xie been locked in the jail of the Inner Guard, he had no idea at all. In such a place where black and white is confused between day and night, it is difficult and difficult to grasp the time. Fortunately, after leaving Zhuo Yiyi, he was no longer alone.

Qiu Yu will come every day, either because of his apology to this boy or because of her curiosity about this body, but no matter what kind of reason, Fang Jie must pay her respect. Professor Ning Yan said that on the day Fang Xie was detained and put into jail, Qiu Yu smashed Dean Zhou's table and demolished Dean Zhou's house, which was a matter of great courage. Fang Xie decided that he would not dare to do so in Yanwu Academy. He could not say that it was only Professor Qiu.

It's just kind words, not to mention the brutal dismantling of Dean Zhou's house.

Fang Xie once asked Qiu Yu what it felt like to drop Dean Zhou's desk and demolish his house. Just when Qiu Yu was leaving to return to Yanwuyuan, the woman walked with her hands on her shoulders, walked slightly to the door, and said a word without looking back.

"Cool"

So Fangjie decided that this woman must not mess with it.

When he was idle, he couldn't help thinking, how long would he be locked up? If you keep it in this way, you will not kill or kill, nor will you forgive you. Fortunately, Professor Ning Yan's words made him want to understand many things, so he gradually calmed down. Although I can't enjoy it, I can barely calm down and study, and practice quietly and practically.

What he didn't know was that His Majesty the Emperor had actually forgotten him these days.

When the war in the northwest was about to begin, hundreds of thousands of troops transferred from other channels to the northwest were already in place, and enough supplies for the millions of troops were also in place. In addition, the garrisons and border troops in the northwest were now in Shandong No less than 700,000 people have gathered in the province. By this time, it is no longer necessary to hide anything.

Fan Gucheng became even more important.

Chang'an City has already entered winter, and Fan Gu's side is naturally colder. However, there are no four seasons here, but instead go west, and the climate gradually warms in the depths of the Mengyuan Empire. It is said that the golden account is like spring all year round, but no one has ever seen it in Da Sui.

Fan Gu went further west and crossed the Langru Mountains to be the territory of the Mandu Banner of the Mengyuan Empire. There is basically no difference from Fan Gu, except that the wind seems to be stronger. Mandu Ratu, the leader of the Mandu Banner, is a hard-line main battle faction. He has always advocated meeting the soldiers of the Great Sui Dynasty. In recent years, the friction between the Northwestern Dai Sui and the Mongolian Yuan frontiers was more a result of this Mandu Ratu's advice.

Opposite the Langru Mountain is Nirvana City, which is the most eastern border town in Mongolia. There are two thousand Mongolian cavalrymen in Nirvana City. The generals are the rising stars of the Mandu clan.

Hundreds of thousands of soldiers gathered in Shandong Road in Da Sui, and the Mandu wolf naturally knew it. On the day he received the news, he sent someone back to Yuntai City, the Zhizhi City of Mandu, overnight. The Mandu Banner is a relatively small territory of the Mongolian Yuan Banners, but it is also thousands of miles in size. Mandu Latu is more or less related to the Golden Family. Although extremely remote, this blood relationship allows him to live up to his nobility.

The golden family that ruled Mengyuan, surnamed Koktaimeng, the Mongolian language means winged wolves. The name of the current Dahan is Koktaimengge, and the Sui people used to call it Mengge. The Golden Family has ruled this huge and vast grassland for thousands of years. Since the first generation of the Great King Ming Lun crowned the Golden Family in the Daxue Mountain, it has gone through decades.

The Koktaimun family rises to the west of the grassland. It is said that thousands of years ago, the prairie was ruled by the dark devil. Herdsmen dedicate living people to sacrifices every year. They also donate almost all cattle and sheep. Later, when the dark demon messenger reached the territory of the Quok Taimeng family, the young tribal leader, Quok Taimeng, killed the demon's messenger with a machete, stood on the Daxue Mountain, issued a command to the entire grassland, and overthrew the demon rule. .

The herdsmen of various tribes who have been oppressed for too long responded, followed their expansion, followed hundreds of battles, and finally defeated the demon army. With the help of Emperor Dalun Ming of the early Buddhism, he killed the demons with high magic power and established a powerful unified Mongolian Yuan Empire.

Mongolia, representing the Koktai Mongolian family. Yuan represents the endless meaning of beginning and repeating. It is said that the name of this empire was also given by King of Great Wheel.

Of course, this is just legend. But there is no doubt that the Buddhism played a crucial role in the war of the Kuoktaimeng family's unified grassland. Every Meng Yuan Khan is a faithful disciple of Buddhism and worships as a disciple under the gate of King Dalunming. Although this is just a vanity, Da Khan will not really submerge in Daxueshan, but this vanity is correct. It is the most effective means to help the Kuoktaimeng family rule the grassland.

The authority of the gold family, Kokotaimeng, is beyond doubt. If anyone dares to offend the gold family, he will be punished the most severely.

Although the Mongolian Yuan did not have a very clear division of labor in the courts like the Central Plains Empire, it had already had a very perfect mechanism after thousands of years. The biggest difference from the Central Plains is that Mongolian Yuan has always believed in the use of force. In their view, those literati who write poetry in the Central Plains are like clowns performing acrobatics in their country. They are difficult to understand. The emperor of the Central Plains would let those A person with no chickens in his hands controls the power.

In the eyes of the Mengyuan people, only the samurai deserve respect.

Mantu Latu is in his fifties, and he has always hoped that in his lifetime, he could lead the sturdy steppe cavalry to fight against the Sui people. He thought he could not live that day, but God's care, the sudden advent of war came without warning Already.

When he got the urgent report from Mandu Wolf, Mandu Latu, who had already lost his beard, was silent for a long time. He was suddenly panicked, wondering whether he should be angry or happy.

Regarding the war, people in their fifties already understood a truth.

War ... has never been better.

The Mandu family's tough attitude towards Da Sui was just a habit. When the war really came, Mandu Latu discovered that he had been clamoring for decades, but he was still not ready.

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He Dazhuang is a seven-year veteran who is attached to You Xiaowei. When he first joined the army, he always dreamed that one day, as his father, he waved his sword across the land of the enemy country, cut off all the people who dared to resist the Da Sui army, and took military power in his hands.

His father was also a soldier of the Da Sui You Xiaowei, who had participated in the war of destroying merchants. His entire childhood was spent in his father's memories. He likes such stories, and likes to watch his father's flushed face drunk like drunkenness, and the irresistible fieryness in his eyes.

Although his father had retired until he was old, he did not get a long seat, but he still couldn't stop the old man's pride for decades. In his father's story, he was full of killing, plundering, and inevitable against the enemy The woman's adultery-prostitution, but his father did not think it was a betrayal of his mother, on the contrary, even his mother did not feel that there was anything wrong with doing so.

When He Dazhuang was a teenager, his favorite game was wielding his father's wooden knife and playing against his village friends. The weakest children are always forced to dress up as businessmen, while the strong children always compete for the opportunity to play the Sui army.

He Dazhuang was helpless because he was very short when he was a kid. The one who was always bullied, he always played the enemy of Da Sui in the games he loved to play since childhood. Then he died under someone else's wooden knife, which, although it upset him, did not hinder his enthusiasm for the game.

He felt that one day he would grow tall and burly. He took the livery of Da Sui soldiers from his father's hands, and took the sharp blade. Become the protagonist on the battlefield and step down all the enemies under your feet.

He longed for many years, until he really became a soldier.

For the first two years of his enlistment, he maintained his desire for war. But as he got older and more mature, he found that he was a bit afraid of war. He didn't dare to raise such anxiety to anyone, because he was afraid of being ridiculed by others. Afraid of killing?

Although he is really burly and tall now, although he is no longer holding a wooden knife in his hand but a real horizontal knife.

He is proud of his father, and his father is also proud of him. His father had never done much in his life, and He Dazhuang had been promoted to the rank of team in five years. There were fifty elite soldiers under his arm, and every time he mentioned it, his father smiled proudly and closed his mouth.

Just over a year ago, he was once again lucky to be promoted, and He Dazhuang was promoted to brigade, with a hundred soldiers under his command.

But this promotion, he was not happy.

The killing more than a year ago still prevents him from sleeping. He worked with many of the right robes to leave, and left the station to a place called Fan Gu. That night, they were ordered to charge into the town and kill everyone cleanly.

The above order says that the people of Fan Gu have been bought by the Mongolian people. They shamefully sold the intelligence of the country and no longer belong to the proud Sui people. The angry soldiers rushed in and killed every strange face. Those people who are still asleep have all become ghosts, including elderly women and children.

That night, He Dazhuang also killed many people.

Anger covered his eyes, and the killing stained his hands. When he finally stopped, he calmed down and suddenly felt a chill on his back.

Those massacred people are really spies of Meng Yuan?

He was unsure and did not dare to verify.

He heard that Fan Gu's defenders had all been killed. Half a day before they rushed into Fan Gucheng, the 800th frontier was crushed into mud by the heavy riding of the general.

These things became a nightmare that he would never let go. I don't know how many nights he was soaked in sweat and waking up from his dream. There are still the faces of women and children in my mind ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ lingering.

He began to drink heavily, and he became more and more difficult to get drunk.

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He Dazhuang looked back at the soldiers behind him, and he pressed his hands down to signal the soldiers to lower their bodies. One hundred soldiers armed to the teeth followed him closely, and the two teams were guarding his wings one after the other. They set off from Fan Gu at night, and then lurked all night on Langru Mountain.

Sui Jun knew that the Mongolian Yuan people had set up many dark whistle on Langru Mountain, but never paid attention to it. The existence of those dark whistle is exactly the proof that the Mongolian Yuan people were afraid of the Sui army. They were afraid that the Sui people would cross Wolf Rushan, so they sneaked a lot of scouts on the mountain.

He Dazhuang's task is to clean up the Mongolian scouts on the mountain in one night.

That night, He Dazhuang silently killed at least twenty Mongolian scouts. There was one last place left before dawn. That was the highest point of Langru Mountain, where at least thirty Mongolian soldiers were stationed permanently. When he saw a Mongolian scout wearing a leather helmet and grey leather armor appearing a hundred meters away, He Dazhuang rubbed his frowning brow and fluttered his mind.

"Separate in two teams, one team goes to the other side of the mountain in case someone escapes, the other team follows me and goes up."

He whispered a command, then slowly pointed Lien Duanping flatly and patrolled into the Inner Mongolian Scout, thirty meters away.

"kill!"

A low growl squeezed out of his throat, and several crossbows blasted out at the same time, turning the Yuan people to the ground. He stood up and pulled out his crossblade: "Da Sui!"

"forward!"

The soldiers shouted and rushed to the last Mongolian stronghold on Langru Mountain.

war

coming.