The words of Tuwu Gu were sonorous and forceful, and there was a sound on the ground, and the surroundings were quiet and silent, deathly silence!
After speaking, he smiled triumphantly.
The young captain took a few steps back on the city wall, turned around and ordered: "Hurry up and report to the son!"
This person threatened with "the army is approaching the city", how could he, a little captain, make decisions without authorization!
"Yes, Captain Cheng." A soldier hurriedly took orders and left.
Cheng Xiaowei pursed his lips into a straight line, held his breath in his heart, and listened to the footsteps of the soldier gradually going away...
Then, there was a long silence, those on the wall were waiting for Xiao Yi's order, while those under the wall guessed that the other party must be going to communicate, so they waited patiently outside the city without urging...
At this time, time seemed to be slowing down, and every moment was so tormented, Xiaowei Cheng became more and more irritable, and looked around the city from time to time... until there was a faint sound of horseshoes coming from behind, which became more and more clear.
Tread Tread...
Following the sound, several galloping horses were coming from the end of the street, and the leader was a handsome young man in a purple brocade robe with a tall body. At a glance, the young man in fresh clothes and angry horses, with high spirits, was Xiao Yi.
And next to him was a white horse running side by side with him. On the horse was a gentle and elegant young man in blue robes, who was as clean as a fairy. The two of them had a martial arts and a literary style, and their temperaments were moving and quiet. They formed a stark contrast, but for some reason, there was another strange feeling. sense of harmony.
What are you thinking? Cheng Xiaowei blinked his eyes, wondering if he had been temporarily insane just now.
Soon, Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai walked up the city wall one after the other.
"My lord, my lord!" Cheng Xiaowei hastily stepped forward to salute the two of them.
Xiao Yi waved his hand casually, walked forward, and looked down at Tu Wugu's group outside the city wall.
The prince of Zhennan finally appeared!
Tu Wugu was overjoyed, and clasped his fists to repeat what he had said before: "Xiao Shizi, I have come here to deliver a message by my order. If the prince agrees to return me the Nine Kings of Nanliang, then everything can be discussed in the war between the two countries, otherwise Tomorrow…”
Listening, Guan Yubai raised his eyebrows slightly, and a sharp light flashed in his eyes. The other party probably misjudged A Yi's temperament.
Sure enough, in the next moment, Xiao Yi interrupted Tu Wugu coldly:
"Within ten breaths, retreat or die!"
The six words were resounding, and Xiao Yi's attitude was even more resolute and resolute, not to be questioned—
Since the other party did not come to surrender, then there is nothing to talk about!
The corner of Guan Yubai's mouth curled slightly, A Yi has always adhered to his own principles, grasped his own righteousness, and would never waver easily!
Cheng Xiaowei also looked at Xiao Yi from behind. On the one hand, he felt happy in his heart, but on the other hand, he felt a little nervous. He subconsciously looked at Guan Yubai, but saw that the other party's expression was calm, and there seemed to be a faint smile on the corner of his mouth. , but looking at it again, it seemed to be his own hallucination.
Cheng Xiaowei still secretly breathed a sigh of relief, this Marquis An Yi came to supervise the army under the emperor's order, and he is a second-rank military marquis, he is indeed a troublesome figure. Originally, the southern border army was in charge of the elder son, but if Marquis An Yi questioned the elder son's decision and wrote to the court, it would be a huge trouble for the elder son and southern border.
Since Marquis An Yi arrived, Li Shoubei and President Jing Qian secretly issued strict orders to the soldiers below, ordering them to be cautious in their words and deeds, observe military discipline, and never embarrass the prince.
Fortunately, this An Yihou seems to be a sensible person...
"ten!"
Xiao Yi's counting sound came from next to his ear, which woke Cheng Xiaowei up suddenly.
"Nine!"
Xiao Yi counted down unhurriedly, looked at Tu Wugu with cold eyes, and began to count down, releasing a cold murderous aura all over his body.
Even though the distance between the two sides was tens of feet, he couldn't even see each other's face clearly, but Tu Wugu felt a chill in his heart, as if he was being targeted by some ferocious beast, which made him shudder.
Although he had never confronted Xiao Yi on the battlefield, at this moment he suddenly understood why Dayu, the son of Zhennan Prince, had the title of "Killing God" in their Nanliang Army.
Tu Wugu's hand holding the rein was clenched unconsciously, he never thought that Xiao Yi would be a soft-hearted person!
However, Marshal Ikaluo will never accept two failures, and he can no longer return without success!
Tu Wugu swallowed his saliva, and said righteously: "Xiao Shizi, as the son of a vassal prince in southern Xinjiang, don't you think about the people of Yanding City, and insist on the two countries fighting each other..."
Xiao Yi continued to count down on his own: "Eight!..." While speaking, he stretched out his right hand, and Zhu Zi immediately handed a black heavy bow into his hand with sharp eyesight.
Cheng Xiaowei couldn't hold back the excitement on his face, and said, "Seven!"
Immediately afterwards, hundreds of soldiers on the city wall also counted down in unison: "Six! Five!..."
The sound was louder than the sound, and the bowstrings in the hands of the archers had already begun to be tightened, and hundreds of arrows were all aimed at Tu Wugu's group.
"Xiao Shizi, you will definitely regret it!" Tu Wugu remembered the arrow that was shot in front of his horse last time, after all, he was still afraid, pulled the horse rope, and quickly turned the horse's head.
The countdown above the city wall continues: "Two!"
At the same time, Xiao Yi has already easily drawn the bow to the full capacity, and the arrow with the cold light is aimed at Tu Wugu who is galloping away...
When the last number "one" fell, along with the humming and trembling sound of the bowstring, there was a burst of vigor piercing the air suddenly:
"Whoosh—"
The sharp arrow split the air like lightning, and shot towards Tu Wugu rapidly, even the air seemed to be shaken, and a subtle change occurred.
Tu Wugu in front of him faintly sensed something, and tried to look back, but it was too late, a sharp arrow shot past him like a shooting star, and passed behind him in the blink of an eye, click...
He seemed to hear the sound of his bones and internal organs shattering echoing in his ears, his eyes widened to the extreme, and he watched in disbelief that the blood-stained arrow appeared on his left chest...
Tick tock, tick tock...
Blood-red blood dripped from the arrow, but his heart had stopped beating forever...
Tu Wu fell off the horse stiffly, and rolled onto the yellow mud official road, his pair of dull eyes bulged out, as if he didn't understand how he lost his life like this.
At this moment, time almost stood still.
"Your Excellency!" the envoys beside Tu Wugu exclaimed in surprise, feeling completely lost.
"retreat!"
"Go back and report to the commander!"
"drive!"
They clamped the horse's belly and tried to drive the horse away.
But it's too late!
"Whoosh whoosh..."
After Xiao Yi's arrow, all the archers pulled their bows together and released their arrows. The densely packed arrows shot out almost at the same time, and the rain of arrows fell from the sky, covering those Nanliang envoys in an instant...
Before they could even scream, they were shot into "hedgehogs" by the countless arrows, and fell off their horses one by one, blood staining the yellow soil below them red.
This scene looked so tragic, but the soldiers on the city wall only felt extremely happy.
These damned Nanliang people killed so many innocent people in their southern Xinjiang, and how many of their comrades died fighting to regain their homeland and defend their people!
In addition, Yanding City and Yongjia City are all evils created by Nanliang, so they dare to appear outside Yanding City with threats and threats, it is really deceiving!
Xiao Yi looked at the corpses lying in disorder outside the city gate from a distance, with a surprisingly bright light in his eyes, and said slowly: "Nanjiang does not accept any negotiations except surrender and return to the city."
Xiao Yi's voice was not loud, but it was like thunder in the ears of these soldiers, and they all looked at him.
The bright black eyes of these soldiers were shining brightly, and the focused and enthusiastic eyes were almost looking at their own beliefs. They were all full of confidence, and believed that under Xiao Yi's leadership, they would be invincible!
Guan Yubai was looking at Xiao Yi, and at the other soldiers on the city wall, his eyes were deep, and the smile on his mouth deepened... After a while, he raised his eyes to the rising sun in the east, squinting slightly.
Times make heroes, the sun will rise in the sky, no one can stop it from blooming its own dazzling light...
Ah Yi, how far can he go? !
Not only the soldiers on the city wall saw the scene just now, but also the Jiuwang Langma, those Nanliang prisoners and others who were hundreds of feet away also saw it.
Langma stood there as if struck by lightning, her mind went blank and she could hardly think.
What happened just now was completely beyond his expectation, "When two countries fight each other, don't kill the envoy", this is the rule for thousands of years, how dare Xiao Yi shoot and kill the envoy of another country! Isn't he afraid of ruining his reputation? !
Behind Langma, those Nanliang prisoners were all pale and trembling slightly.
Although they were temporarily captured by the Southern Border Army, everyone had a glimmer of hope in their hearts, hoping that one day Nanjiang would exchange prisoners with Nanliang, and they could return to their homeland again...
But at the moment when the rain of arrows poured down from the city wall just now, the little hope in their hearts was suddenly shattered!
In contrast, the attitudes of the surrounding civilians and soldiers of the Southern Border Army are completely different from these Nanliang people. They are all proud. A middle-aged man wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes and choked up: " Good kill! Master Shi, this is revenge for my whole family!" I don't know how many people in Yanding City have lost all their relatives like me.
"Happy!" One of his friends patted him on the shoulder comfortingly, "It's so happy!"
Others also chattered and said:
"These Nanliang talents should be killed!"
"That's right, killing them so much that they dare not commit crimes for a hundred years!"
"..."
The civilians became more and more angry, and they even looked at the Nine Kings and those Nanliang prisoners with strong hatred in their eyes. If there were not guarding soldiers around, they would have wished to smash the Nine Kings and the others into pieces. up.
All kinds of hostile and negative emotions around him surged in layers like waves, and Langma felt like an isolated island in the sea, which would be swallowed up by that terrible tsunami at any moment...
Lang Ma panicked. Next, he wanted to guard against these civilians, especially Xiao Yi—he originally thought that the Southern Border Army had fallen into his Nanliang trap anyway, and he just had to wait patiently for the Southern Border Army to be defeated. , naturally can return to the old land, but now seeing Xiao Yi's decisive appearance, Langma realized one thing, this Xiao Yi is so violent and reckless by nature, I am afraid that Xiao Yi will definitely take it when Yanding City is destroyed. Come to sacrifice the city by yourself!
The more Langma thought about it, the more she felt that this possibility was extremely high.
No, he must not stay here and wait to die!
He must find a way to escape!
Langma said to herself in her heart.
However, how could he escape from this iron-walled guard with his own strength
The only person here who can help me is probably—
Qiao Shenyu!
Langma looked thoughtfully at Qiao Shenyu who was not far away, and saw that Qiao Shenyu, who was also looking in the direction of the city wall, just averted his gaze at this moment. Disapproval.
Langma's eyes flickered, she clenched her fists, and strode to Qiao Shenyu's side.
"Brother Qiao, you don't look well," Langma asked in a low voice, with a caring and attentive tone, "but didn't you have a good rest last night?"
"Don't mention it, I was woken up by someone's snoring, and I didn't sleep all night after that..."
Qiao Shenyu was full of bitterness every day, and Langma picked a topic at random, and he complained endlessly, and the two hid in the corner talking.
On the city wall not far away, Xiao Yi was looking at the direction where Lang Ma and the others were, with a faint smile on his lips. From his angle, he couldn't actually see Langma, but he could more or less guess what he was thinking at the moment.
The city wall quickly returned to its original calm, and the archers retreated in a well-trained manner.
When there were no outsiders around, Xiao Yi asked with a smile: "Xiaobai, are you going out of the city today? Anyway, I'm free, why don't we go together?"
Guan Yubai responded with a smile. Drawing a new map is an extremely tedious and meticulous job, and Guan Yubai likes to do it himself, so he has been busy for a long time, and only less than one-third of it is completed.
The two descended the city wall along the stone steps, and Zhu Zi hurriedly told the city gate guards to open the city gate.
"Squeak—"
The heavy city gate was slowly opened under the joint efforts of several guards. At this time, there was a sound of horseshoes from a distance behind. Xiao Yi didn't care, but the bamboo who turned his head saw it and was about to report to Xiao Yi. , the person who came has already opened his throat and shouted:
"Brother!"
This clear and brisk voice was so familiar, one knew it was Fu Yunhe.
Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai turned around and saw two horses, one black and one white, carrying a man and a woman galloping towards the city gate, with their hooves flying.
The young man on the white horse is full of vigor, it is Fu Yunhe, and on the black horse is a girl in Tsing Yi, with thick black and shiny braids rising slightly behind her as the horse bumps, full of vitality.
"Little Crane, you and Miss Han are going out of the city too?" Xiao Yi's eyes paused on the baskets beside their horses, and he speculated.
Fu Yunhe responded with a smile: "Cousin Xia originally wanted to go to the Yulan Mountain area with the grandfather of the Lin family to gather medicine. I thought it would be too dangerous for the two of them to go. It just so happens that I have nothing to do in the city these days, so I just volunteered with the grandfather of the Lin family." .The grandfather of the Lin family asked me to accompany my cousin Xia..."
"It's a coincidence," Xiao Yi raised his eyebrows, "Xiao Bai and I are also going to Yulan Mountain, so we might as well go together."
Fu Yunhe and Han Qixia naturally had no objection.
At this time, the city gate was half opened, Xiao Yi and Guan Yubai got on their horses, and a group of six people filed out of the city.
Someone was cleaning up the corpses and blood stains of Nanliang people outside the city gate.
Go south along the official road.
The sun in the autumn morning is still mild, and the sun shines softly on the distant forests, official roads, treetops, fields, and people...
The scenery in the southern suburbs is beautiful, and there are clumps of wild camellias on the side of the road. They are colorful and grow wantonly. Compared with those carefully cultivated camellias, these wild camellias have a kind of exuberant vitality.
From time to time, you can see birds and butterflies lounging on the branches and among the flowers, leisurely and contentedly, but you are frightened and scattered by the sound of horseshoes and eagles.
Probably because he is used to playing with the pigeons and birds of the Wangfu on weekdays, Xiao Hui seldom takes birds as prey, and usually just teases them, and when he sees them flying around and dropping their feathers, he crows excitedly endlessly.
The crowd rode forward all the way. Guan Yubai had already surveyed Yanding City for a radius of five miles, so they basically did not stop along the way. About half an hour later, several continuous mountains appeared hundreds of feet ahead. outside.
Everyone's horses slowed down, Han Qixia pointed to the front and said: "The front is Yulan Mountain... Last time my grandfather and I came to collect medicine in this area, and we accidentally found several rare herbs on this mountain."
The horse accelerated again and galloped straight towards the Yulan Mountain ahead.
Tread Tread...
A group of people parked their horses at the foot of the mountain, everyone got off their horses, Zhu Zi stayed to watch the horses, and Xiao Si spontaneously packed the bags for Guan Yubai.
"I still remember the last time my grandfather and I went up the mountain from a trail in front..."
Han Qixia volunteered to lead the way for everyone at the front.
Yulan Mountain is not a scenic spot, and there are no temples or pavilions on the mountain. Most of the people who come here on weekdays are hunters. Occasionally, there are medicine farmers who collect herbs to go up the mountain. Therefore, there are no artificially dug roads on the mountain, only some hunters come out. The path is steep and muddy.
The mountain road is not easy to walk, and Han Qixia is the only weak woman among them. At first, Fu Yunhe was worried that Han Qixia would not be able to walk such a rugged mountain road, but he didn't want to. She seemed more flexible and vigorous than him, and she wore a pair of deerskin gloves on her hands , From time to time, grab some branches, shrubs, etc. to move forward.
The few people did not stop all the way, and soon reached the halfway up the mountain.
Looking at Han Qixia's forehead with thin sweat, Fu Yunhe was about to suggest that everyone should take a nap, but seeing Han Qixia's face beaming with joy, her eyes shining like jewels, she raised her voice a little excitedly: "I found it! It's Shi Jing Grass!"
Following her gaze, she saw several clumps of dark gray thorny plants growing around a section of dead wood that had been split in half.
As Han Qixia strode forward, she skillfully took out the sickle from the basket behind her back.
The blade of the sickle was extremely cold and sharp, and a few rays of sunlight were projected through the gaps in the branches and leaves above.
The cold and hard blade formed a stark contrast with Han Qixia's slender bare hands, one hard and one soft, one cold and one warm.
With the eyes of a soldier, Fu Yunhe can say with complete confidence that cutting the wrist or neck with this sickle is fatal!
He swallowed, feeling that his cousin was really not suitable for holding such a dangerous weapon. What if she accidentally sprained her foot and fell against the blade
What if she accidentally cut her own wrist while picking herbs
"Cousin Xia, let me help you!" Fu Yunhe asked Ying with a smile on his face.
Han Qixia's steps paused, and she looked at Fu Yunhe with her clear eyes, those pupils that looked like the bottomless mountain stream seemed to reflect Fu Yunhe's thoughts, Fu Yunhe was so guilty that he almost didn't dare to look at her directly.
The corner of Han Qixia's mouth curled into a faint smile, and she said, "Brother He, do you know which herb I want to pick?"
Fu Yunhe was startled, pointed to the gray "thorns" and said: "Isn't it the stone thorn grass?"
Han Qixia glanced at him with a smile, then squatted down, neatly cut off a section of gray needles with a sickle, and said: "Stone wattle often grows together with a plant called thorn thorn. They look very similar, but the former can be used as medicine, while the latter is just an ordinary plant."
Fu Yunhe took a closer look and found that there were really two similar plants mixed in the gray "thorns".
Han Qixia skillfully mowed down a section of wattle, and continued: "When choosing wattle, you must choose this kind of wattle with dark green in the ash. This is the right-ripe wattle. If it is too tender, it will not have enough medicinal properties. Too old and not easy to be used as medicine... "
While explaining, Han Qixia continued to cut the wattle grass, and she had picked a lot of wattle grass in a while.