The young master was dressed in brocade clothes, white horse and red spear, and he was still talking and laughing freely after killing people in front of the battle. The six hundred Qingzhou heavy cavalry were all trembling.
You must know that the general who was stabbed under his horse was one of the top three fighters in Xiangfan, but he was killed by a single shot as soon as he met him. Besides, sitting on the horse in front of him was the majestic King Jing'an, one of the six vassal kings. Ranked only behind the two kings of Yan Chi and Guangling, this son of Beiliang, regardless of his family background, is still a junior, let alone not on the territory of Beiliang, so how dare he be so presumptuous? Face to face against King Jing'an, who is regarded as a god by the people of Xiangfan
All of a sudden, the six hundred armors of the direct line were furious, and they would rush to kill and crush them as long as the master in the python robe gave an order. Don't say you are the son of Beiliang, so what if the king of Beiliang is here? Is it true that all the cavalry in the world are embroidered pillows? ! Beiliang claims that 300,000 cavalry are the best in the world, and Qingzhou is the first to refuse to accept it!
King Jing'an was wearing a dragon-yellow python robe with five claws sitting in Jiangya Seawater. Both are half a level higher in rank, which shows that His Majesty the Emperor treated this brother who participated in the seizure of the heirloom very preferentially, even a bit out of the ordinary. King Jing'an didn't wear a rosary when he appeared this time. Unlike King Guangling, who got older and fatter so that he looked a little bloated when he wore a python robe, Zhao Heng wore this python robe, which fit very well.
He slowly raised his hand and waved back, and the six hundred heavy cavalry retreated in an instant. The formation was not stagnant, and it was clear that they were familiar with the battle formation. The horse belly of the bloody BMW moved forward slowly, ignoring the corpse and the blood-stained red gun, and said calmly: "No matter how brave the eighty light cavalry are, they can't stop the six hundred Qingzhou iron cavalry."
"It's true that I can't stop it, but it's still possible to exchange 80 riders for 200 lives." Xu Fengnian said disapprovingly, squinting at Uncle Jing'an who was planning to go to hell by himself.
In the city of Xiangfan, they were testing each other, and they could talk and laugh happily, but when they arrived here, they were already tearing their skins apart. Xu Fengnian was in a desperate situation, full of hostility, especially after he suddenly digested a large amount of Rhubarb, the hostility that could have been suppressed was multiplied countless times. He recalled the ruthlessness of killing General Qingzhou with a momentary gun.
But Xu Fengnian is not ignorant of military affairs, and he is not so arrogant and ignorant that he thinks that eighty riders can defeat the Qingzhou Six Hundred Armors in a deadly battle. It's just that if you lose, you don't lose. Besides, in today's battle outside Luweidang, the armor of the army is just icing on the cake. It is destined to affect the overall situation, so King Jing'an led his troops here, which is equivalent to using a big gift for him to buy Qingqi's hearts. Xu Fengnian is happy to accept it. He has already told Yu Youwei that to win people's hearts, it is useless to give small favors, so Even when he was rescued by Wu Liuding after capsizing the boat on the river, Xu Fengnian didn't really think that he succeeded in capturing the loyalty of Euphorbia Ning Emei and other hundred riders.
Beiliang claims to have 300,000 iron cavalry, but of course it is not that the 300,000 soldiers and horses are all horse-handlers, only one-third of the real cavalry, and only one-third of the elite cavalry, the 800 white horses of Fengziying are undoubtedly He is a leader. The more powerful a soldier is, the harder it is to be tamed by mediocre generals. Xu Xiao "rebellious" allocated a hundred horses for his son to accompany him. Apart from the ostentation and escort, it may not be without the meaning of school exams. If you can't control these one hundred horses, how will you face 300,000 old and new soldiers in the future? It's not just Xu Xiao, as long as it is a big and prosperous family, there will be constant scrutiny and weighing of the heirs in the family, not to mention the nobles born in the palace, who will eventually become the crown prince one day It's not all done once and for all.
Zhao Heng smiled lightly, noncommittal, and the friendly look of pretending to be close was gone on his face, and the aura of this vassal king's superior was finally clear at a glance.
The royal family and relatives are more responsible for the fate of the world. The wise people of the world say that they will become dragons when they meet the wind and clouds. Those who can ride the wind and clouds rise, but are mostly imprisoned by various acquired circumstances, resulting in dimness and darkness. It is the wisdom of saying that the way of heaven and the way of humanity are twofold. As for the saying of the sages that man will win the sky, it is often misunderstood.
Before the battle, Zhao Heng asked plainly: "Is Wang Mingyin dead?"
Xu Fengnian nodded, and said with a smile: "The eleventh in the world is well-deserved. Fortunately, my nephew has Li Chungang, a green snake with two sleeves, beside me."
He secretly reminded this feudal lord that Eighty Beiliang Qingqi couldn't stop him, but there was also an old sword god who couldn't be guessed by common sense.
Zhao Heng didn't seem to be surprised by this. Wang Mingyin was originally a dead man. Even if he escaped successfully, Zhao Heng would not allow him to get out. The moment Wang Mingyin agreed to come to Xiangfan, his fate was doomed. This is also the root cause of the general reluctance of the masters of the rivers and lakes to get involved in temple battles. After all, they are no match for the army's sword and halberd net. The emperor's uncle in Xishu was hailed as the sword sage of the world, but he was cut to death under the iron hoof of Beiliang, and he was forced to death by countless soldiers and horses. Even the way to die is so unbearable. Rather than being treated as a lackey carrying his head to fight for wealth, it is better to be a fish swimming in the rivers and lakes. Xu Fengnian smiled and said: "It is not surprising that Wang Mingyin came to Xiangfan, but she is a little girl riding a big cat. Let my nephew I'm very pleasantly surprised, meeting an old acquaintance in a foreign land, I would like to thank Uncle Wang for his generosity of a thousand taels of gold. If it wasn't for Uncle Wang spending a lot of money, how could my nephew see her true face in Lushan? Haha."
Can't help laughing like that girl killer.
Hearing this, Zhao Heng finally sighed softly, but instead of looking gloomy, he suddenly became enlightened. If he, Zhao Heng, was someone who couldn't afford to lose, how could he live to this day? Besides, this time he lost the Reed Dang battle, but he won the secret battle at the temple, so the world allows this junior in front of him to hide his secrets? Zhao Heng smiled casually: "Fengnian, have you hated Uncle Wang since then?"
Xu Fengnian never thought that Zhao Heng would openly question him like this, so he remained silent for a while. The person on the horse in front of him was a leader of Xu Xiao's generation, and he could compete with His Majesty today before losing the world, even though he was defeated by Xu Xiao in the Spring and Autumn War One loses at the end, but in terms of scheming, Xu Fengnian is not conceited enough to stand shoulder to shoulder with him. If not for this, Xu Fengnian would not have drenched the back of his clothes during a conversation at the Inn by the Slender Sheep Lake that day. It's terrifying, especially the courage that even his beloved wife and concubine can abandon! Xu Fengnian didn't speak, and Zhao Heng didn't care about it, with a calm and breezy attitude, Xu Fengnian was half-true, half-fake, and laughed softly: "If Uncle Wang doesn't have a parting gift, my nephew won't dare to bear grudges against his elders. I have learned a lesson that is hard to buy, and I will never dare to underestimate the heroes outside of Beiliang."
Grasping the reins, Zhao Heng subconsciously rubbed his thumb and index finger, and said calmly, "Unfortunately, this king really has two small gifts."
Xu Fengnian's heart skipped a beat, his long and narrow Danfeng eyes exploded with hostility, and he said with a sneer, "Since Uncle Wang wants to send it off, there is no reason for my nephew not to accept it!"
What a big tone!
Zhao Heng couldn't help sighing, for some reason, he thought of his eldest son, Zhao Xun. If he was strategic, intelligent and thoughtful, the two elder sons who were about the same age had no obvious superiority, but in terms of courage, Zhao Xun was far behind. Too much, but I can't blame Xun'er. He grew up in Jing'an Prince's Mansion, and was trapped by the cumbersome rules and regulations of the vassal kings. He didn't have many opportunities to really experience it. Teaching by example is better than preaching the truth, so Xun'er only inherited the feminine side, but the masculinity brought about by the killing on the battlefield is not enough. This kind of heroic mind cannot be raised by killing a few servants. This Xu Fengnian doesn't look like Xu Laizi at all, but his wrist and heart are very good. If it were someone else's child, who would dare to kill someone openly? Zhao Heng was clearly aware of Xu Fengnian's strong murderous intentions, so he laughed it off, bent down and unwrapped a long embroidered package from the horse's back, and it was slightly cool in his hand, and the chill pierced his skin. Zhao Heng smiled and said: "There is something in this sword box The half of the ancient sword and a sword book are both obtained by the king from Wudi City. In Fengnian, you practice the sword, and the sword book will be useful. As for the ancient sword, let’s just say it, the original intention is to give it to Li Laojian after seeing you off God's."
Xu Fengnian asked in shock: "Half-handled wooden horse?"
King Jing'an looked up to the sky and said with a smile, "Not bad."
Zhao Heng continued to look straight at Xu Fengnian, not hiding his killing intent for the first time, and said coldly: "Do you believe that this king is the only person in the world who can persuade that land god to leave Wudi City?"
The tip of the spear in Xu Fengnian's hand, which was originally facing downwards, slightly lifted up a little, and said with a smile: "Trust!"
Zhao Heng's murderous aura was fleeting, and his expression returned to calm and peaceful. He felt a bit lonely at the end of a hero. He threw the sword box and threw it to Xu Fengnian. The only surviving secret book, the secret book is unknown, but the man defeated countless top swordsmen in his life, so the importance of this sword manual can be imagined. Xu Fengnian, if Zhao Xun has the opportunity to leave Qingzhou in the future, whether it is going to Beiliang, Let’s go back to that city, I hope you don’t forget today’s little gift. Whether it’s me or Xu Xiao, I’m an old man after all. In the future, you will definitely be on stage to turn the clouds and rains upside down. The grievances between me and your father are settled as of today Clean. You need to know that being against the trend is like drinking wine, but following the trend is like pouring tea, right?"
Xu Fengnian reached out to take the sword box containing half of the wooden horse and ox, and hugged it in his arms without saying a word.
King Jing'an in the big yellow python robe rode away.
Xu Fengnian turned his horse's head silently, and returned with his gun in his box.
The eighty riders all had fiery eyes, and the horse formation immediately stepped aside in the middle of a small path.
Xu Feng, who rode through, said in a young voice: "Put the knife away."