Chapter 1 The Black Dragon Banner

The black dragon banner galloped across the snowfield, carrying an aura of arrogant dominance.

After the war between the Yan, Jin, and Qian states, there was a saying among the Qian state's capital garrison generals: don't just look at how rotten we are; you can also look at the Yan people's Yan capital garrison, isn't it just as rotten?

This argument had a strong sense of shamelessness, but it also described some realities to a certain extent.

That is, in a major war, the Yan state actually mobilized nearly 300,000 troops to participate in the war. Li Fusheng and Li Bao had 60,000 iron cavalry directly under the Shangjing city, Jingnan Marquis and Zhenbei Marquis led 200,000 iron cavalry to raid and bloodbath half of Jin in ten days, and Xu Wenzu led the army to fight to the death under Nanwang City.

In so many battles, the only thing lacking was the presence of the Yan capital garrison.

After the start of the war, the Shangjing garrison was divided into two. One part was led by the First Prince Ji Wujiang to assist in the defense of Beifeng County. In the end, the barbarians did not advance eastward, and not a single arrow was fired.

The other part was stationed along the Mati Mountain line, and it was indeed deadlocked with the Jin people in the early stage, fighting inextricably. However, only senior talents knew that the real main force was actually the 50,000 Jingnan Army's rearguard soldiers and horses.

Therefore, the generals and nobles of the Qian state's capital naturally had something to say. Regardless of how much money they spend from the national treasury every year, they almost couldn't even pull out a team when fighting. You should also look at the Yan state's capital garrison. What battles have they fought?

In the final analysis, it still depends on the strength of the field troops. Therefore, a conclusion was drawn: the reason why the Qian state was so embarrassed in that battle was because the border army was not capable, and it had nothing to do with their garrison masters.

However, with the Qian state's official rectification of the garrison, many nobles were raided and exiled as a result, and this silly tone quickly disappeared.

But no matter what, the Zhenbei Army and the Jingnan Army of the Great Yan have become one of the top trump cards in the world. In the early days, when Yan people commented on their own troops, they would add the garrison to make up a "three-legged" situation. Now, even the Yan people themselves do not add it, and only recognize two brands.

The Jingnan Army did not charge, but advanced in an orderly manner with a steady speed and majestic pressure. The horses' hooves were like thunder, but no one looked around. Everyone was like a tightly structured whole. This kind of sternness and discipline was enough to make the nearby herdsmen shudder with just a glance from afar.

The herdsmen who live in the snowfield are accustomed to facing wild animals and harsh natural environments, so they naturally have a sensitivity to threatening things. When this black torrent appeared in front of them, the first reaction of many herdsmen was despair.

This is not an exaggeration, nor can it be said that they are timid. After all, only the ignorant will be blindly fearless, but only experts can sort out the real tricks.

Angda sat on horseback, looking at the black "dark cloud" in front of him. At this moment, he did not have the slightest admiration for his king's "foresight" and "advance arrangement."

His heart,

was very heavy and extremely depressed.

The Yan people,

really came,

and the black dragon banner symbolizing nightmares finally showed its ferociousness on the snowfield!

The dark clouds stopped in front, seemingly following some extremely ancient war etiquette. After the two sides formed their formations, they would start a real charge.

But what is displayed here is not just "respect," but more of a kind of fearlessness.

Quemu had already put on his armor. His figure was comparable to Fan Li, but the mount under his crotch was a wild boar covered with scales.

People who have not lived near the mountains and forests do not understand the horror of wild boars. Although they all have the word "pig" in their names, they are not the same concept as domestic ones.

And the wild boar under Quemu's crotch is obviously a kind of demon beast.

"Quemu, take your warriors and run east, tell the King, the Yan people, they really came."

Quemu, who had a face full of fighting spirit, was immediately stunned when he heard this, and then roared:

"Angda, do you want me to be a coward!"

"This is not a coward, we must let the King know this news as soon as possible, and, the Yan people's troops are more numerous than ours."

"So what? The Jin people had a lot of troops last time, weren't they defeated by us!"

"Stupid!"

Angda glared at Quemu, "You are the King's warrior, everything you have should be dedicated to the King, please put down your pride and notify the King about everything here!"

"It's enough to send tribal warriors back, I, Quemu, will never be a deserter, and I will let you know that the Yan people you fear are not that scary!"

Quemu waved his hand,

Two warriors behind him raised their horns,

The desolate sound of the horn rang out.

The wild men of the snowfield are generally more "civilized" than the wild men in the Skybreak Mountains. At least, in terms of war, they are more experienced.

This horn sound is basically universal, and it is only sounded when each tribe summons its warriors.

Along with the sound of the horn, a vibration came from the rear, and young warriors from nearby tribes spontaneously gathered here. Some were personally led by the tribal chiefs, and some ignored the chiefs' opposition and rode out on their warhorses with their bows and arrows.

This scene surprised Angda, because these days, the nearby tribes only sent food and water on time, and did not express their submission and allegiance. At the same time, Angda himself did not make extra efforts. He believed that the nearby tribes' submission was only a matter of time. After the King came here, everything here would become the King's territory.

But what he didn't expect was that this companion, who he had always thought was well-developed and simple-minded, had silently hooked up so many warriors from nearby tribes during this period.

Quemu raised the big iron rod in his hand,

and shouted:

"Warriors of the Holy Race, in front of you are the enemies who are trying to trample on your homes, let us tear them apart under the protection of the stars, and use their blood and heads to sacrifice to our starry sky!"

The nearby wild men warriors shouted together.

Angda knew that he had lost control of this army, even though he was nominally the supreme commander of this army.

Quemu turned his head to look at Angda and said:

"Back then, our ancestors retreated in front of the remnants of the Xia Dynasty. We retreated from our homeland. We retreated into the mountains, and we retreated back to the snowfield.

But the Jin people were still not satisfied, and they still tried to drive us out of the snowfield again.

The current situation of the Holy Race is because we retreated too much. It was the King, it was the King who taught me that we can't retreat anymore, we must resist, we must fight!

Angda, I know what you are afraid of, but have you ever thought about it, once we retreat, you may preserve these five thousand warriors, but you will give all the nearby tribes, tens of thousands of Holy Race people and their tribes and flocks, to the Yan people.

Look at these Holy Race warriors who are rushing here to help, they are gathered here under the call of the King's prestige, they are eager to fight for the future of the Holy Race under the King's banner.

What they want is a king who dares to show his claws to the outside world with them, not a great chief who only knows how to run away at critical moments.

Angda, you once went with the King to see the outside world, so please tell me, tell this stupid person who has never left the snowfield in his life,

If we even lose our courage, what else can we have left in this desolate snowfield?"

Angda was silent.

"Angda, you are the wisest person I respect the most. Your wisdom has always impressed me, but I only know one truth. When wolves come to your tribe and try to steal your sheep, if you are afraid and fearful, then the wolves will eat you too!

Angda, go back and tell the King that the Yan people's black dragon flag has appeared on the snowfield, and I will delay the Yan people's horseshoes for you, for the King."

Angda took a deep breath,

Raised his hand,

and said:

"Quemu, maybe you are right, but please re-select a warrior to go back and report the news, I, Angda, am definitely not a person who is greedy for life and afraid of death, okay, I agree with your choice, but please respect my choice too."

Quemu looked at Angda and shook his head:

"I won't retreat."

"I don't need you to retreat, but before the real war starts, please let me talk to the Yan people on the opposite side, the King is now trying his best to solve the Situ family's gang of Jin people, and the King does not want to start a war with the Yan people at this time."

"I'll go with you."

"No, you stay here, you have to lead these warriors, I'll go alone."

"It's too dangerous."

"Quemu, do you always think that I, Angda, am a cowardly coward?"

After saying that,

Angda rode forward, alone, on a horse, towards the Yan people's military formation in front.

Closer,

Closer and closer,

So close that he could almost hear the "swishing" sound of the black dragon banner in the wind.

"Rise!"

The Jingnan Army knights in the front row began to draw their bows and nock arrows.

Tian Wujing raised his hand and waved it to the right.

"Withdraw!"

The archers withdrew their bows and arrows, letting the wild man ride alone.

Angda's eyes kept scanning the neat military formation in front of him. This was a very familiar aura, but this army should not be from Beifeng County.

The Zhenbei Army's armor is not so bright, they prefer the simple color that has been worn by wind and sand.

Looking further, he saw the general in gilded armor riding on a *pixiu* in the center of the opposite side.

Angda had seen the Zhenbei Marquis's *pixiu*, and he and the King were surprised that even in the Skybreak Mountains, where there are many demon beasts, this kind of strange beast is almost difficult to find.

The bloodline of the *pixiu* in front of him should be no less than that of the Zhenbei Marquis's mount.

Therefore,

The noble identity of the person in front of him is actually obvious.

Angda rode his horse to the front of the Yan army and reined in his horse.

For a moment, a very absurd sense of commonality suddenly arose in his heart. Although the Yan army in front of him was not the Zhenbei Army he was familiar with, they had a similar temperament.

This temperament made him feel a response in his heart, and at one point, he had been intoxicated. When he took the monthly salary in Beifeng County and drank with the King, the King seemed to ask himself and seemed to be asking himself, if you stay and strive to become a real Zhenbei Army knight, would you be willing?

Are you willing?

Are you willing?

Angda dismounted,

Knelt on one knee,

Clenched his right fist and tapped his left chest,

And shouted:

"Angda, the squad leader of Jiazi squad of Bingzi Battalion of the Eastern Army under the Zhenbei Marquis Mansion, pays homage to Jingnan Marquis!"