As soon as Dayuan retreated, the camp's grain storage was first cleaned up. This job was done by Wu Yu, and he didn't even need Xin Yi to remind him, he had already searched everything like a storm, not even a single wool was left.
The Beiyang army with food is like a wolf that has eaten enough, starting from Shangjin, and chasing it to Dayuanjing in one go. During this period, he never charged with heavy cavalry, but hit light cavalry in a roaming manner. The retreat of the Dayuan soldiers was not smooth all the way. The Qiyan Department kept blocking the food aid from other departments, and the original tentative retreat became very difficult.
Xin Yi pursued very closely, because he was determined not to let him reach Mount Canaan.
However, at this time, the king of Tang decided to make peace with the war. The reason was that people in the Jiangtang area were in panic and food reserves were insufficient. The Baijiuyi faction took the lead in rebutting, with Xie Jingsheng as the leader and the main faction, and the leftist Hou Ke reconsidered.
There is no peace in the court, and the time when Xin Yi can pursue him is unstable. This batch of food did not come easily, and with the lessons learned this time, Yan Jueshu will definitely try to stop it next time. So if Xin Yi failed to break through Mount Canaan in one go, he would face the previous embarrassment again.
It was as if a decision had been made overnight.
It is necessary to break through Mount Canaan in the spring of the coming year.
But unexpectedly, Arslen seemed to have given up the idea of waiting for food aid. Instead, he withdrew his troops, broke through the thin harassment line of the Qiyan tribe, went straight to Wanze, and rushed back to Mount Canaan.
The snow on the mountain has not yet melted.
Xin Yi really chased after Wan Ze.
The eagle on Canaan Mountain glides down Wanze, then spreads its wings and spins high, breaks through the clouds and returns to its nest with a buzzing sound.
The Beiyang army was two days late, and Dayuan's heavy cavalry had already returned to the Canaan army camp. Xin Yi leaned over and grabbed a handful of snow on the ground in Wanze, watching the heavy hoof mark disappear without a trace.
"If we were quicker, we would have met." Ji Baiyue squatted aside and looked at the hoof prints carefully, "He rushed this time, which is completely different from the time he went. I suspect that there is something wrong with the Habugeqin family. .”
"The begging department said that apart from the first three times, the food aid from the Tatar family did not go again." Xin Yi watched the snow falling, looked up at the majestic and long Canaan Mountain, and murmured: "Maybe he wants to go back. Here's what to prove."
"After all, he has achieved the reputation of the iron wings of the sky here." Wu Yu huddled beside the horse in a wretched way, "This is a place where King Yan can be stopped, maybe he feels safe? No matter what happens to the Habugqin family , as long as the Zadalan tribe headed by Arslen remains prestigious, there will be no major problems. Similarly." He raised an eyebrow at Ao Yun, "Your Qiyan tribe will not be able to get back the territory and the throne. "
"This is the last battle." Xin Yi got up, "After passing Mount Canaan, we will retreat when the Qiyan tribe returns to their territory."
"What about the rest?" Wu Yu smiled, "I don't want to leave it to Jingdu."
The few people were a little silent, and it was Ji Baiyue who said first: "But that's not something that Beiyang can decide."
"What if the prince takes advantage of the situation to divide up the army?" Wu Yu's smile faded, "Beiyang can fight, but it's not for Jingdu dogs. If Beiyang can't decide the future, then what can we do if we take down Mount Canaan? What about King Yan? Who can guarantee that he will not be ordered to return to the capital immediately, and after a few years, he will be charged with false charges like King Ping in the capital?"
"Wu Yu!" Ji Baiyue scolded, "What are you talking about?"
Wu Yu turned his face away and didn't speak any more.
But he was telling the truth.
What about after winning? Once Xin Yi is transferred back to the capital, the military power will be handed over, and Beiyang will still be the fish and meat of the prince and others, and he can divide it as he wants. Besides, after this incident, King Yan regained his prestige, would the emperor think of the old King Yan
If Xin Yi died.
Who else can Beiyang wait for
Xin Yi got on the horse, he let out a sigh of relief on the horse, and said to Wu Yu, "Even if it wasn't decided by Beiyang Neng, it's not something that Beijing can decide arbitrarily. Let's go, after tonight." He looked towards the top of the mountain, " Tomorrow is going to be a tough fight."
The next day was still sunny.
The Beiyang army was in front of Mount Canaan. Xin Yi saw the eagle rising up on the mountain again, and heard the drums and thunder of Dayuan, which echoed with the horns of Beiyang. His blood was boiling, and even the hand holding Tiandao was three points tighter than usual.
"A little nervous." Ao Yun wiped the sweat from his palms on one side, "It will be over soon."
"Right away?" Xin Yi smiled, "I hope."
When Ji Baiyue's Broken Wind Arrow shot straight through the Dayuan Banner, the two sides ordered the attack almost at the same time. Just watch the two armies meet suddenly in front of the mountain, the color of blood tore through the clear sky, and the sound of killing shook the sky.
Chiye rushed to the opposite side, and Xin Yi was chopping on his horse. His heart was beating violently, as if he felt that besides the monstrous killing intent, there was also an invisible sadness. But this sadness disappeared immediately when he saw Arslen, and when Chiye moved, the other side also moved. The two charged at each other with their knives in hand, and collided with each other amidst thousands of troops.
Hack and scream.
Blood and corpses.
A hoarse voice and a broken knife.
Countless people once again clashed in the old place, the heroism in memory reappeared before the eyes, and the unwillingness of the past welled up in my heart. Both sides know that there is no way out, and they must advance their fronts and defend their rear. This is the most unnecessary struggle, and it is also the fiercest war.
Xin Yi is stuck in the middle of fighting, as if he will never end.
I don't know how long.
Arslen stood on the slope, the knife stood at his feet, and the horse died behind him. The morning light broke, and he stood in the light. He was still like a lion king in high spirits. He said loudly to Xin Yi: "I waited for Beiyang's wolf on Mount Canaan for six full years. I thought to myself, Xin Zhensheng is dead, and Xin Jing is also dead. The death is useless and aggrieved, and the death is regrettable and sad! I wandered on the grassland for many years, and I stayed in Canaan Mountain for the opponents in this life, but they all I didn’t die by my sword. If I can’t wait for that little wolf cub who can lead the Beiyang Army again in this lifetime, then I won’t be able to close my eyes until I die.” He drew his sword and walked towards Xin Yi , "Little wolf cub! Come on! With your father and elder brother's wishes, die by my knife, or let me die by your knife! I and your Beiyang Xin family will have a dignified end."
Xin Yi drew out his knife and staggered to meet him. He was panting and in a daze. Arslen, who came in the morning light, was also shaking. They fought at the foot of Mount Canaan for a whole day and night, and they all had a premonition that it was coming to an end.
The blades slammed into each other suddenly, Arslen pressed Xin Yi's blade, and asked, "Who are you!"
Xin Yi gritted his teeth and raised his arms, and said loudly, "Xin Yi!"
Arslen raised his foot and kicked him in the waist, and the knife fell down. Xin Yige blocked the sword, saw Arslen's eyes were red, and heard Arslen asked again: "Who are you?"
"Xin Yi!"
The two swords clashed continuously, and Ars asked again and again, as if he had been waiting for countless nights in the past to ask questions, who would come, and who would be a lifelong opponent. Seeing the death of an enemy with a sinister dagger is no less than the grief of losing a close friend. The lion king sat on Mount Canaan for countless nights, watching the sun rise and set from Wanze. He is getting older, the time to hold the knife is getting shorter and shorter, lonely and heavier.
Xin Yi responded over and over again, and the strength of his hands on the handle of the knife became stronger and stronger in the echo, as if his father held his hand when he first taught him to hold a knife, and as if the stubborn strength under his elder brother's gaze. Who is he? At this moment, he is Xin Yi, and it is also the dream of the entire King Yan lineage when they were guarding the frontier.
Xin Yi suddenly yelled, hoarse as if weeping blood, he said: "I am Xin Yi! It is Beiyang Xin Yi!"
The blade squeaked and sank into Arslen's chest. Arslen's knife slid down his hand and held Xin Yi's hand. He moved the corners of his lips, as if he wanted to give this dream a smile, but his eyes were sad again.
"Xin Zhensheng." Arslen lowered his head and smiled, his hands were shaking violently, and he clenched tightly, "Finally I can, I can—"
"Ah." Xin Yi's eyes were swollen, watching the eagle of Canaan Mountain behind him flying into the sky, he said slowly and hoarsely: "You finally lost."
The Lion King is dead.
Mount Canaan is no longer an iron plate.
The iron wing of the sky is broken.
…Xin Yi supported Arslen and knelt on the ground, gritted his teeth, but sobbed with lowered eyes.
King Yan died in battle.
Beiyang broke Canaan Mountain.
He is loyal and innocent, and he is galloping back and forth in this world.
Xin Yi was sobbing, his vision blurred. Wanze's wind lifted the broken hair on his forehead, and the sound of horseshoes approached. He saw his father's horse, his mother and brothers. The pastures under Mount Canaan stretched as far as the eye could see, and they drove side by side far away from him, as if they would disperse when the wind blows, but they stuck tightly to his chest, allowing him to stand up again and again to live.
... don't go.
Xin Yi thought, but he couldn't say anything. He fell in the mud, gasping for breath and tears streaming down his face. The sky is vast, cloudless and hazy, calm and profound. Those that were once within reach.
After all, I will never come back.