When Yelu De'er decided to send troops, he had already thought that once the army surrounded Fengminggang, they might encounter anti-encirclement. But he calculated the distance, even if the army wants to surround him, it will take a day and a night, and this time is enough for him to conquer the remaining 10,000 troops on the post and capture the enemy commander alive. Therefore, he decided to take a risk.
However, he did not expect that the people rushing from all directions would come so quickly.
The commander-in-chief who resisted with more than 10,000 troops was unscathed. And he himself was completely surrounded.
Yelu De'er started to break through, but the unwillingness and hatred in his heart were strong. The majestic right and wise king knew that the opponent had a trap, but he had to jump into it. Ever since Ji Jiu led people to Fengminggang, he knew that there was no more conspiracy and tricks, and what the other party wanted was him to surround. How could he not come? Tens of thousands of soldiers are waiting for him to capture the enemy commander alive, and they are all waiting for the man who has been silent and lurking for the past few months to show his talents. If he doesn't come, even if he is alive, he will be living in shame. He must come, and only come.
So face the fate of being surrounded.
Turning his head to look at his son, Yelu Deer said coldly: "You, kill him!"
Jianfeng refers to the person on the post who is overlooking the battlefield, looking for opportunities to dive. Dressed in black armor, he has an imposing manner that cannot be ignored in the dimly lit sky, stern and compelling.
Yeluxiongyan, the son of Yelude'er, heard the order and knew that this battle was extremely humiliating. He nodded, and among the surrounding teams struggling to break through, he took out the longbow on his back and drew the string.
The arrowhead is silvery white, cold and sharp, with barbs. It's not ordinary at first glance.
Killing the enemy's commander-in-chief, even if he can't return triumphantly this time, has completed a mission. What's more, Yelu Xiongyan, like his father, was full of confidence in his elite troops, even if the enemy army was lightly armed, they would definitely be able to rush out even if they lost troops.
Ji Jiu is observing the confrontation between the two armies. He needs to lead these people on the post to rush down, kill the enemy's wall, and join his own troops. From afar, he saw the most valiant team rushing to the left. The leading general was wearing armor and holding a spear, like a beast rushing into a flock of sheep, biting the enemy's throat with sharp claws. It's Shen Jue.
Shen Jue, who was already a general, kept raising his head during the killing, and glanced at the man on the post. He knew that he was waiting for a response, so he wanted to kill him, make a bloody path, let him sprint down smoothly, and return to a safe location.
When Shen Qingxuan died in the previous life, because he was young, Yi Mo didn't even let him see his father's corpse, and he never saw the coffin again until the coffin was buried.
But he knew that his father was dead.
dead, gone!
In this life, he is no longer a child, and has the ability to share and protect.
For Ji Jiu, Shen Jue felt guilty. That time when we fought each other, it shouldn't have happened. If you really treat him as your father, how can you raise your sword to be hostile? But it was too late when he figured it out.
To this day, he hasn't even said "I'm sorry". Thinking of this, Shen Jue became more aggressive in killing.
Ji Jiu has already selected the diving position, which is on the left, Shen Jue's team, he led the people, and began to rush down.
Of the 30,000 people in Fengminggang, there are now less than 5,000 left, and the 5,000 people rushed down like crazy, creating the illusion of a two-sided attack. The Xiongnu army panicked for a moment, recovered their senses and tried their best to stop them. The sound of swords and swords resounded throughout the world. After Ji Jiu chopped down two people in succession, the raised halberd stopped for a moment and froze in the air. During the melee, he caught a glimpse of the silvery white that flew towards him.
It came straight to his chest, and there was no chance to dodge. Ji Jiu thought he was going to die, but the red beads on his chest flickered at this moment, the feather arrow broke, and the arrow fell to the ground. Ji Jiu couldn't help being stunned for a moment, and quickly regained his senses. He turned his head to avoid the scimitar, drew a half-arc with the halberd, and then killed a few feet.
Shen Jue finally broke a bloody path, joined Ji Jiu's troops, and then fought left and right, completely disrupting the pace of the Xiongnu army on the left side.
At the same time, the general Cheng Yu also rushed to the right, cutting off the possibility of rejoining the Hun army surrounding the hill.
The Xiongnu army was cut into three sections and began to break through separately. The spearmen who entered the enemy army took advantage of the chaos and knocked down their horses. The horses fell with the riders and tripped the riders behind. The Huns army fell into chaos and was in a state of defeat.
The scuffle lasted until noon, when the sun was shining brightly, Yelu De'e's central army finally broke through the encirclement and fled to the northwest. The strange thing is that in the entire encirclement, only the northwest direction is the weakest. Yelu Deer knew that there was a fraud, and he could not advance or retreat for a while, so he had to bite the bullet and lead his men to rush to the northwest direction. The scattered army and horses regrouped along the way. When passing through the Yuetai Valley, war drums sounded suddenly on both sides, and the horses neighed. Grain Officer Shen Hai, dressed in a green robe and Confucian shirt, bowed to him from a high place and saluted him amidst heavy guards, and shouted: "Youxian King, I have been ordered by the Marshal, and I have been waiting here for a long time!" The military flag, with the big character "Ji" fluttering in the wind, the crossbowmen strung their feathers and arrows, and suddenly let go, thousands of arrows shot in volley, and there was a wailing at the foot of the mountain.
When Ji Jiu and the others finished encircling and suppressing the remnants and rushed to Yuetai Valley, Shen Hai greeted him and saluted, saying, "Youxian King rushed over."
Ji Jiu's voice was hoarse, and he coughed and said, "It's okay, most of the Xiongnu should not be underestimated, and they should rush over. Set up camp here tonight, has the food and grass arrived yet?"
"It's ready."
Ji Jiu looked up at the sky, the stars were dotted in the night, they were especially dazzling. He watched for a while before getting off the horse, his eyes were bloodshot, and the blood stains on his face had long been smeared, so he couldn't see his true colors.
After a brief wash, Ji Jiu returned to the military tent, took out a blank memorial, soaked up the ink with the Langhao pen, paused for a moment on the paper, and then finished writing.
This is probably his last memorial. Ji Jiu finished writing quietly, and waited for the ink to dry, then closed it and put it aside.
Spread out the paper again and start writing a letter home. Similarly, this is also the last letter from home in his life. Ji Jiu wrote very carefully, even more carefully than when writing memorials. But it only took three sheets of paper, and it took a stick of incense to finish writing.
Similarly, when the ink was completely dry, Ji Jiu called people to come and ordered to set off overnight to present the memorial to the Holy Majesty, and send the family letter to the mansion for his wife to receive it.
After doing all this, Ji Jiu sat back down again, drank some water, and said without raising his head: "You are not coming out yet!"
There was no one around him, but he said this to the no one around him, so Yi Mo had no choice but to show up.
Ji Jiu said, "How long have you been following?"
Yi Mo said: "It's been here for a month."
Ji Jiu originally wanted to ask, were you the one who saved me earlier? The words came to my lips, but I didn't ask any more. This question is too redundant. After a pause, Ji Jiu said, "Is that why you don't want to see me die?"
Yi Mo made a "hmm".
"Then don't follow." Ji Jiu said in a low voice: "I want to lead my troops straight to the hinterland of the Huns. After this matter is completed, I should go home."
He said: I should go home.
Wrapped in horse leather, transported home and buried in ancestral graves.
Yi Mo was silent for a moment, and replied: "I know."
Ji Jiu got up, walked across to him, eye to eye, "Don't follow."
Yimo didn't answer.
Seeing this, Ji Jiu softened his voice, with a hint of persuasion: "Stop following, be obedient."
Yi Mo looked into his eyes, and said for a long time: "Really?"
"Really." Ji Jiu said. So what if you keep up? He must die. If you survive, maybe the Ji family will be martyred. Ji Jiu said, "Don't send me off."
This time, Yi Mo agreed and said, "Okay, I won't send it away."
Ji Jiu originally wanted to say, I don't want you to see me die, it makes you feel uncomfortable. I thought about it and didn't say it, so what's the point of saying it? They are already like this, the future is already drawn, the repetition in the middle is futile, hatred and love have become empty, and in the end they are not worth the farewell. For such a long time, Ji Jiu seldom thinks of him, and even when he thinks of him, he is confused. He doesn't understand why he hated him so much at the beginning, and he doesn't know why he was so disappointed later.
However, he didn't need to think about it anymore.
Hearing that he agreed, Ji Jiu breathed a sigh of relief, nodded and walked aside, saying that he was very tired, then suddenly fell to the ground after speaking, and fell asleep just like that.
Yi Mo used to hug him in front of him, knowing that this was the last night with him, but he felt very lonely in his heart, not sad or painful, just lonely, unspeakable, like a piece of emptiness in his heart, hugging him Even if the arms are tight, the body can't make up for it.
Yi Mo kept holding him until the sky turned white, and the sounds of people and horses walking outside the tent became lively.
Ji Jiu woke up when he heard the sound. He opened his eyes in his arms and got up. Putting on the heavy armor again, Ji Jiu said: "I should go." Then said: "You should go too." It's time to leave.
Yi Mo walked over, and only then asked: "I'll look for you again in the next life, okay?"
Ji Jiu was stunned for a moment, then regained his senses and asked, "I really want to look for it? Are you not a fairy?"
Yi Mo let out a "hmm".
Ji Jiu lowered his head, raised it after a long time, and said, "In the next life, come earlier."
Yi Mo said, "Okay."
"I found it, and treat me better." Ji Jiu said.
"Okay." Yi Mo agreed, "I won't bully you."
Ji Jiu said: "Okay." As he spoke, he leaned over, and his dry and cracked lips rubbed against his cheek with a very light imprint.
In May of the fifteenth year of Jianyuan, the army set out to chase and suppress Yelu Deer, the right and wise king of the Xiongnu. It lasted for half a year, killing the enemy and the grassland in the middle of the night. Yelu Deer's son had only fifty troops left, and fled west again. General Ji Jiu gave up the pursuit and led his troops across the desert to the hinterland of the Huns.
The thirty-seven cavalry who had once entered the desert with Ji Jiu played the greatest role at this time. They led their own troops and killed them along the way without taking any detours. Chase the tribal leader all the way, beheaded by the knife, and then continue to kill along the fertile land of water and grass.
The final target stopped at the heart of Wang Ting. At this time, the Great Chanyu had already gotten word that he would rectify the army and horses to fight at any time.
After getting rid of the pursuers, the son of Yelu Deer detoured back to his hometown and served under the tent of Da Shanyu. Hearing that the army was coming, he prepared two more arrows that night, vowing to avenge his father.
Ji Jiu led people to kill them overnight, and the long journey turned them into hungry ghosts in hell, rushing out of the world in this dark night. Yelu Xiongyan hid behind the haystack and clearly saw his father-killing enemy.
In the battlefield, Ji Jiu straddled the long halberd and swung away the scimitar that was slashing diagonally. When he was cutting towards the enemy on the left, he heard Shen Jue shouting suddenly: "Father!" The knife and the iron handle of the halberd hit the chest of the enemy beside him, and at the same time he saw the cold silver light.
Ji Jiu only felt a chill in his chest, and the light disappeared.
Shen Jue frantically pounced on the man behind the haystack who shot the back arrow, and even showed his original shape. Behind the shadow of the haystack, the huge black wolf bit off his neck. In Yelu Xiongyan's dilated pupils, there are only those wolf green eyes.
Ji Jiu stood in place holding a halberd, seeing everything in the shadow of the haystack, surrounded by his own soldiers, fighting hard.
The sound of gold and stone gradually faded away. Ji Jiu stood motionless, thinking of her father and mother, and thinking of her mother nodding her forehead, calling you a fickle child. What I remembered was that in the Japanese army tent, he said to his father: The Huns will sweep away the child, and the child will die!
I did it. Ji Jiu thought silently.
A man promises a thousand gold, and swears his life with blood!
With wet and greasy fingers, he groped for the wine gourd hanging on his waist, Ji Jiu bit the wine cork with his teeth, and drank it in big gulps.
The soldiers around him all rushed to the front, and the more they killed, the more they went forward. Ji Jiu stood there, watching them go further and further away.
Shen Jue asked next to his ear with a choked voice, "Father, are you okay?"
Ji Jiu said: "Very good." Then he said: "Xiao Bao, I will leave the rest to you." Sign the contract, use Qishan as the boundary, never come here again, pay tribute every year, cattle, sheep and horses... For these things, Ji Jiu said: "Xiao Bao, let's go."
It was the only time he called him by his baby name.
Shen Jue gritted his teeth, picked up the spear on the ground, turned and left.
Ji Jiu drank the wine and stood holding the halberd. Until his fingers trembled, the jug fell to the ground.
Ji Jiu didn't look down, it was already pitch black in front of him, but he also knew that the wine was not finished, so he just spilled it.
Pity. He thought, at this moment, the face of that person appeared in his mind.
Introverted and introverted, peerless.
It's time to go home.
The halberd that couldn't be held fell to one side and let out a long cry. He closed his eyes, and his stubborn body suddenly fell down.
In July of the eighteenth year of Jianyuan, General Ji Jiu died. In the twelfth month of winter, the soldiers returned with his body. They also brought back the letter of surrender and the contract from the Huns.
The emperor added the title "Zhong", and was buried with the ceremony of a prince, and the title was hereditary.
For the next hundred years, the Huns did not commit any crimes again.
(Volume II · End)