It was already half a month after the grain and fodder arrived in Liangzhu. Ji Liyou did not bring any troops, but he requested a lot of grain and fodder from His Majesty. He was already prepared for a tough battle.
General Lu was always worried that the Donghu people would catch up behind him, and there was a precedent of sneak attacks by wolves. He was uneasy day and night. Moreover, this place was close to Beiqiu, and Beiqiu had now rebelled against the Southern Wei Dynasty. Gongyang, the prince of Beiqiu County, was full of wolf ambitions and was ready to make a move. He was waiting for Donghu Fight to the death with Southern Wei.
Ji Liyou comforted him by saying that Donghu has experienced several battles now. Although he won, Donghu's vitality has also been seriously damaged. King Donghu will not spend time to eradicate the weeds for the time being. It seems that he does not take these tens of thousands of people into his eyes at all. As for Beiqiu On the surface, he has formed an alliance with Donghu, but Gongyang Nong is a man of scheming and will not waste his efforts to serve Donghu. Even if the Donghu people ask him to find the whereabouts of the Southern Wei army, he will only turn a blind eye. He wished that the Southern Wei army could regroup and attack Donghu again.
In this way, after the snow melted the next year, General Lu made up his mind to break the enemy camp. With Ji Liyou, the morale of the Southern Wei army was greatly boosted.
The Donghu army was also sharpening its swords, waiting for the Southern Wei army to attack.
On the third day after the war was issued, 30,000 Donghu troops gathered in Jinyang, Donghu. The Donghu troops came out with weapons in hand, forming a huge sword array, shaped like a cone.
The soldiers in the front row of the Southern Wei Army held large shields that covered their bodies, like an iron wall. The soldiers in the back row held spears eight feet long. They were prepared for both offense and defense.
None of this was beyond Wei Lang's expectations. Ji Liyou wanted to win a quick victory. Originally, he thought he would have to wait until at least autumn before he came to the door. After all, the Southern Wei army had been discouraged. He did not expect Ji Liyou's ability to soothe people's hearts. Far more powerful than he imagined.
Dadatul, the general who lost Wei, asked for a battle and issued a military order to capture the commander Lu Bi alive.
Wei Lang smiled and said, "People in the Southern Wei Dynasty have shown their knives, but I don't have the habit of bending my neck to be killed."
"The prince is going to fight against the enemy?" Dadatur was anxious.
"An old friend is here, how can I not show my friendship as a landlord?"
The girl in white advised, "It's better to let Dadatul go and test Ji Liyou's background first."
Wei Lang ordered his men to get his spear, get on his horse and leave the city.
Ready to go and fight.
Everyone saw that the commander of the Donghu Army was a silver-robed general, wearing a mask with a green face and fangs, which was more terrifying than the rumored demon. The bloody mouth on the mask had not been opened for a long time.
Ji Liyou was riding on the horse. He couldn't see Wei Lang's expression, but he knew that the appearance under the mask was otherworldly.
Wei Lang held a long spear in his hand, with a cold light that seemed to go through walls and holes.
The horse under the seat is galloping like lightning and is unstoppable. Such a person was both a king and a general, and with such a power of a god descending to earth, the Southern Wei army could not help but panic that this time it would be defeated again.
Let’s look at the Southern Wei side’s commander, General Lu, who stepped down from his position and was replaced by Ji Liyou. Ji Liyou had a weak and scholarly appearance, and how could he kill people with the fan in his hand.
Just as he was thinking about it, the folding fan in Ji Liyou's hand suddenly turned into a spear.
He was able to safely lead more than 20,000 people out of the snow-capped mountains. He was also a capable man and had won the trust of many people in the Southern Wei army during these times.
As King Donghu took out a sharp spear from his horse and charged forward, the Donghu warriors behind him pointed their spears forward one by one, approaching the Southern Wei army. Its speed was so fast that everyone heard the slight sound of the spear cutting through the air.
General Lu turned his head and glanced at Ji Liyou, seeing no expression on his face, neither sorrow nor fear.
In an instant, Wei Lang's spear met Ji Liyou's Zi Qing Yanyu.
The moment the weapons clashed, sparks flew everywhere, and the impact was deafening.
The Southern Wei army and the Donghu army fought each other. The battlefield was filled with darkness, and people kept falling. The sound of the swords piercing the skin was as secretive as a flower blooming, and it was unbearable to hear.
Wei Lang's offensive was as powerful as Mount Tai, but Ji Liyou had the power to turn the clouds and see the sun. The two fought against each other, causing the war horse to take two steps back.
At the same time, the Southern Wei Army and the Eastern Hu Army fought each other, stabbing their opponents off their horses one after another, and the two sides fought to the death.
After cutting down the attacking Donghu army, the formation of the Southern Wei people remained undisturbed and continued to press hard on the city gate behind the Donghu people.
The sound of drums in Jinyang City followed closely, inspiring the hearts of Donghu people.
Wei Lang thrust out a fierce spear and forced Ji Liyou to take two steps back. He wanted to let Ji Liyou know that he was no longer Wu Xia Amen.
The people who lost Wei shouted: "Soldiers, the people of Jinyang are beating drums to cheer us up. Go ahead and seize the handsome flag of the Southern Wei dog thief!"
With the earth-shaking sound of vowing to kill the enemy to the death, the Donghu people rushed forward following General Shi Wei.
Ji Liyou found an opening and pierced the skull of Wei Lang's mount with his spear, knocking it off the horse.
Wei Lang was not inferior either. The moment he landed, he pointed his weapon directly at the opponent's horse and cut the horse's neck.
Ji Liyou hurriedly retreated from his horse.
Amid the shouts of death from the Donghu people, there was suddenly a voice that shook the world.
"The general of the Southern Wei Dynasty is dead!"
Ji Liyou was shocked, but he did not dare to look back. Even if Lu Bi was really killed, he could never look back at this time.
He shouted, "Although Lu Bi is dead, Southern Wei will not die. Avenge General Lu! Fight for the people of Southern Wei and fight for the world!"
After Ji Liyou shouted, he put the commander's flag on his horse. This was Lu Bi's last words. If he died in the hands of the Donghu people, he would be replaced as commander immediately and the commander's flag would be awarded to him.
The scattered hearts of the Southern Wei Dynasty gradually regrouped. Several Southern Wei generals who followed Lu Bi shouted, "If anyone shrinks from the battle, behead him immediately!"
Ji Liyou turned his wrist forcefully, and the spear in his hand rushed forward quickly, approaching Wei Lang's face.
Wei Lang hurriedly dodged, but Ji Liyou swung the spear in his hand hard, and the gun barrel hit him hard on the chest, and a stream of blood spurted out from Wei Lang's mouth.
Seeing that the prince was injured, several generals rushed to protect him. Ji Liyou was not afraid and rushed forward.
Wei Lang told them to get away and tightened the handle of the knife in his hand: "I want him to know what my martial arts is like now!"
Immediately, the two fought together again. One is like a tiger and the other is like a dragon. The dragon and the tiger are fighting each other. Both sides are going straight to the gate of life, and their killing moves are everywhere.
The elite cavalry around Wei Lang were prairie warriors who were brave and powerful. They had been catching wolves and fighting eagles on horseback since they were young. These people, led by Wei Lang, attacked the Southern Wei cavalry with spears. No one who blocked them survived, which shows that Donghu man's fighting power.
The generals of the Southern Wei Dynasty were very angry and rushed to surround them again, but they were defeated.
After being unable to attack for a long time, everyone in the Southern Wei army was frightened. Is this King Donghu really like the mask on his face, a ghost from hell
The cavalry behind Wei Lang wanted to surround him and help him kill Ji Liyou, but he sternly refused. Rather than being soft-hearted, he wanted to kill Ji Liyou on his own and make the Southern Wei people completely defeated by Dong Hu. .
As for Ji Liyou, not to mention shouldering the important responsibilities of the court, this battle is more related to the honor of the Ji family. If he loses, not only will the teacher who recommended him become an official be disgraced, but the children of the Ji family will also be unable to gain a foothold.
The two of them fought for another three hundred rounds, from the front to the end of the formation. Only then did the two of them become increasingly tired and exhausted.
Wei Lang stabbed hard, hitting Ji Liyou's shoulder. The pain made Ji Liyou frown, and blood flowed out along the armor.
Wei Lang seized the opportunity and stabbed out again with Huishan, directly poking Ji Li's heart. The spear reached Ji Liyou's chest.
At this juncture, Ji Liyou was suddenly pulled to the side by a pair of invisible hands, avoiding Wei Lang's attack.
Suddenly there was a loud roar in the city, obviously asking Wei Lang to withdraw his troops and return to the city.
Could it be that something was wrong in the city? Wei Lang only focused on killing happily, but forgot about Jinyang City behind him.
At this moment, General Shi Wei led a group of cavalry and surrounded him again, protecting Wei Lang tightly.
He got on the horse and said to Ji Liyou, "Brother Ji, take care of the head for now, I will pick it up someday!"
After that, he clamped his legs under the horse's belly and led a hundred elite riders straight into the city. Donghu then temporarily retreated.
It was neither a loss nor a win. The battle was a draw, but Ji Liyou knew in his heart that he had lost. Wei Lang didn't use magic, he only used martial arts and now he was able to tie with him. Just now The moment he was distracted, Wei Lang could seize the opportunity to kill him. The two of them knew each other too well.
The most important thing is that the Southern Wei army is indeed no match for the Donghu people. They are too powerful.
Seeing the Donghu people retreating, the Southern Wei army heaved a sigh of relief and stared at the silver figure with lingering fear. No one wanted to see this green-faced and fanged god of war.
When everyone looked at Ji Liyou again, he was covered in blood.
But there was no trace of pain on his face.
Wei Lang rushed back to the city, only to realize that just as he was facing the enemy, someone suddenly led troops to launch a fierce attack on the city from the west gate. General Shao Ke could hardly resist, so he reported the news.
Wei Lang guessed that this must be Ji Liyou's plan to encircle Wei and rescue Zhao, so he left him to hold him back while sending another group of elite soldiers to fight against Jinyang.
At the same time, in the Southern Wei camp, General Lu apologized specifically for not taking Jinyang. The trick of "faking death" just now was what Ji Liyou thought. First, he wanted the Donghu people to relax their guard, thinking that the Southern Wei coach had If he died, Lü Bi would be able to sneak attack Jinyang. On the other hand, the morale of the Southern Wei Dynasty was low at this time. Ji Liyou wanted to use the strategy of mourning the soldiers to turn back the morale and let the Southern Wei army unite to avenge Lü Bi.
When Ji Liyou was rampaging on the battlefield just now, Lu Bi secretly mobilized his troops to attack the city. Unexpectedly, they were blocked by the people in Jinyang City. Ji Liyou originally thought that one hour would be enough for Lu Bi to invade Jinyang, but Lu Bi was too late to attack. Do it.
Ji Liyou waved his hand: "You and I are in the same boat now, why bother to apologize? It's because I didn't think well. Whether it's Shiwei or Donghu, their army is indeed stronger than the Southern Wei army. If the general didn't capture it, it's not the general." 's fault."
Lu Bi pointed to the injury on his body, "Master Ji, go and bandage it first. It looks like the injury is really serious."
Ji Liyou nodded.
When he returned to the camp, he felt that all the bones in his body were falling apart, and his skin and flesh seemed to be burned by the scorching sun. It was obvious that this battle was laborious and time-consuming, and Ji Liyou would be in danger if he continued to fight.
He was carrying his body on his back, and the military doctor behind him took off his armor and saw that there were injuries everywhere under the armor.
The military doctor wanted to give him medicine, but he was merciless.
Ji Li was trembling in pain, "That's enough, you retreat first—"
When I turned around, I saw that it was the person I missed every day.
"Sir, why are you back?"
The storyteller threw the medicine into his arms and said, "If I don't come back, you will die."
Ji Liyou suddenly thought of that pull on the battlefield just now, "Is that you sir?"
"What just now?" He seemed not to know.
Seeing that he refused to admit it, Ji Liyou didn't say much, stepped forward and took his hand and pulled him to his side.
The storyteller blocked him with one hand, "Don't pull me, I don't even want to see you."
Ji Liyou said, "Yes, yes, you are allowed to pull me, and I am not allowed to pull you."
"I originally wanted to catch you and beat you until you cry for father and mother, but when I thought about it, you are now Master Ji, how can I make you lose face?" He taunted.
Ji Liyou sighed, "Sir, stop training me. I'm so tired."
He hugged his waist, and after a while he lowered his arms. He didn't even have the strength to raise his hands, so he just pressed his face against his abdomen.
"Sir, I almost died today..."
The storyteller didn't reply. After a while, he reached out and touched his head, feeling the coagulated blood in his hair. When he lowered his head, he saw the injuries on his body again.
He had long known that he couldn't escape, but now that he saw him like this, he still felt heartbroken.
He had taken good care of the child he had raised, but now he had to work hard for this so-called world.
But he understood that Ji Liyou would not leave. If he was willing to go with him, he would not send him to Weishui alone that day.
"I thought I would never see my husband again. If I die again this time, will my husband be able to save me?"
"Probably not possible." The storyteller said.
"There is no mermaid bead, no shore, and I have lost my divine power. How can I save you again?"
Ji Liyou smiled silly, "Sir, what you said is that I have to protect my life well. If I die, I will definitely feel sorry for you. The child who spent a lot of money to raise died like this." Mr.’s hard work has been wasted.”
The storyteller turned away, but his eyes were already red.
Could it be that he really couldn't change this
"If I beg you, will you come with me?"
Ji Liyou heard his words and looked up at his expression. He wanted to know what the gentleman with such a begging tone looked like at this moment, but he didn't see the change in his expression, as if the words just now did not come from his mouth.
Ji Liyou said, "Sir, I can't leave. I'm sorry, I can't."
The storyteller said, "Very well, you don't want to leave, very well..."
He raised the corners of his lips, held Ji Liyou's face and kissed him, but his hands slowly slid down to the wound on his shoulder, holding his wound tightly, lingering on his lips like a cat catching a mouse, but... Pressing down, determined to make him hurt.
The wound on his shoulder was scabbed, and it was bleeding from his hand.
Ji Liyou was in pain, but didn't want to avoid him, so he couldn't help but the wound was torn open, and he admitted defeat in a low voice due to pain.
He stopped just then and saw that the corners of his eyes were red. The storyteller sighed, caressed his wounds, and kissed the corners of his eyes.
"Why are you always unwilling to listen to me?"
Ji Liyou didn't know how to answer him.
"If you were more obedient, you would suffer less."
Ji Liyou smiled and said, "If I were obedient, would you still like me like this?"
The storyteller smiled and said, "I wasn't too harsh just now, right? You still have the energy to joke with me."
"Sir, you shouldn't kiss me and hurt me at the same time. I'm not afraid at all."
The storyteller rubbed his hair and said, "Turn around and give you medicine. There are so many injuries..."
(End of chapter)