Chapter 1 The Beginning

If the Qian Kingdom was a sacred place longed for by scholars, then the Yan Kingdom, the Northern Feng County, and the Zhenbei (North Suppressing) Marquis's mansion, were places that almost all martial artists had dreamed of.

Riding horses across the desert, fighting with fierce barbarians, under the lonely smoke of the desert, was an indelible fantasy in the hearts of bloody men.

This is actually a kind of cultural immersion, just like Angda, who is now kneeling on the ground.

In his heart, and even in the depths of that savage king's heart, there is a dream belonging to black armor and black flags.

They cannot erase that memory, because that period of time, that experience, has been imprinted in their lives and cannot be cut off.

Zheng Fan once heard the blind man say something, which the blind man heard from Winter, a Western Region merchant in Tuman City.

It is said that after the failure of the barbarian's westward expedition, many barbarian tribes did not return to the desert, but stayed in the mountains and forests adjacent to the desert.

Later, when Rome rose, it sent troops specifically to wipe out the barbarians who had been entrenched there for one or two generations, but they were met with fierce resistance from the barbarians there. The confrontation and fighting between the two sides lasted for several years. Although Rome had always had the upper hand, it was never able to completely pacify the area.

In the end, Rome used gold coins and "promises" to buy off the small barbarian tribes there, making them submit to themselves, and also demanded that they send young men from their tribes into Rome.

Peace was short-lived. In less than twenty years, the barbarians in that area revolted again due to the cruel rule of Rome. This time, Rome sent a general who completely quelled the barbarian rebellion there in less than half a year.

And that general was the barbarian youth who had been taken to Rome to grow up and join the Roman army.

Even more interesting is that the one who instigated the barbarian rebellion in that area twenty years later was his brother.

In the past, I had only heard of this story, but the scene in front of me has a bit of the flavor of that story.

However, what surprised Zheng Fan a little was that Tian Wujing didn't seem to intend to cooperate with that savage and continue to act out this scene.

He just sat on the Pixiu's back extremely calmly, watching everything indifferently.

Zheng Fan, the city guard who is either guessing questions or on the way to guessing questions, said:

"Marquis, this kind of person must not be kept, because they are good at learning."

It can now be almost certain that the savage king had indeed served as a soldier in Northern Feng County.

Tian Wujing looked at Zheng Fan, then looked ahead and said lightly:

"Are you afraid?"

"Um... Marquis, this general thinks that for the sake of Great Yan, this kind of..."

"The decline of any dynasty is not because its opponents become stronger by learning from you, but because it takes the wrong path and weakens itself.

Being afraid of people learning is a kind of insecurity in itself."

"This general has been taught."

At this time, Angda, who was kneeling there, saw that he had not received a response, so he could only raise his head and shout:

"Good to let Jingnan (South Pacifying) Marquis know that my king has always admired the atmosphere of Great Yan. When I heard that the Jin people dared to try to invade Great Yan, my king immediately raised troops to attack the Jin people, hoping to share a little bit of the burden for Great Yan.

Now that the Great Yan Celestial Master has descended on the Snow Plains, it is a rare event in a hundred years for my Snow Plains. If my king knew, he would be overjoyed.

Marquis,

This humble one has excellent milk wine, the freshest lamb, and the warmest tents.

Please, Marquis, grace us with your presence and allow this humble one to welcome you and the soldiers of Great Yan!"

The Yan army suddenly appeared on the Snow Plains, and everyone knew what they were planning. Zheng Fan also knew that the savage kneeling in front was just pretending to be confused.

That person didn't want to fight with the Yan Kingdom, or rather, didn't want to start a war with the Yan Kingdom at this time, and didn't hesitate to trample on his own dignity in order to seek that glimmer of possibility that the Yan people would cease their military action.

Tian Wujing still didn't speak, and the wind on the Snow Plains, with a slight chill, kept blowing past.

Angda's heart slowly sank, but he was still a little unwilling, because he didn't know how many Yan people had come. He knew that 200,000 Yan iron cavalry could defeat 600,000 Jin troops. Even with the Jin emperor opening the Nanmen Pass to lure the Yan army in, the Yan people's skill in battle was known to the world.

Now, on the Xuehai Pass line, the king's situation is very good. If the appearance of the Yan people at this time causes flaws in the Holy Clan's century-old plan, Angda is unwilling.

"Marquis, my king sent envoys to Yanjing before winter to convey my Holy Clan's respect for Great Yan, my Holy Clan..."

Tian Wujing finally spoke:

"They are all dead."

"............" Angda.

Angda silently stood up, remounted his horse, and slowly turned his horse's head.

Before leaving, he looked back again at the familiar black dragon flag.

Gritting his teeth,

Angda whipped his war horse heavily, and the war horse, in pain, began to gallop back.

Tian Wujing raised his hand,

The messenger conveyed the order to all the troops,

The Yan army began to spread out, gradually forming four parts: left, right, middle, and rear.

The middle army was where Tian Wujing was, with four thousand cavalry, three thousand each on the left and right, and the rear army was the three thousand cavalry of Shengle City led by Liang Cheng.

Zheng Fan knew that this was not because Tian Wujing deliberately helped him preserve his strength, but because he was not very confident in the specific quality of the Shengle City soldiers and horses, even though there were already a thousand of his Jingnan army inside.

If the Zhenbei Marquis is a bold and unrestrained type, then the Jingnan Marquis is the representative of the graceful and restrained type. Tian Wujing likes to dissect everything and completely control it in his own hands, and doesn't like any uncertain factors.

After the army was fully lined up, Tian Wujing didn't rush to issue the order to charge, but looked at Zheng Fan and said:

"Do you know why?"

Zheng Fan replied:

"There's no need to talk about family matters with outsiders."

Tian Wujing reached out and touched the Pixiu's mane,

Nodding:

"Very good."

………

Not a very long road, riding a maddened horse, but Angda had the feeling that it had been a very, very long time. The black dragon flag seemed to be still ringing in his ears, and he seemed to have never escaped the shadow of that flag.

Until,

Quemu's shout came:

"Angda!"

Angda raised his head and looked forward. Many savage warriors looked at him with contempt.

The scene of himself kneeling to the Yan people had obviously been seen by them, and he had been labeled as cowardly and shameless.

However, Quemu took the initiative to come over and patted Angda on the shoulder, saying:

"Angda, you did your best."

Quemu could understand Angda. It's easy for a person to be like a hero and be buried with the whole tribe, but it's very difficult to bend one's knees for the sake of the continuation of the tribe.

Angda drew his knife with his right hand, grabbed his hair with his left hand, and the blade cut through, and a handful of hair with bloody scalp was clenched in Angda's hand.

"Stars above, please guide my soul into the starlight after I die in battle!"

Immediately,

Angda turned his horse's head to face the direction of the Yan people and said to Quemu in a deep voice:

"Quemu, we must fight."

There is no way out...

Because the Yan Southern Marquis had already revealed the Yan people's attitude very clearly.

The Yan people on the Snow Plains are determined to get involved.

Quemu raised his iron rod and shouted to the back:

"Warriors of the Holy Clan!"

"Ooooh oooooh oooooh!!!!!!!!!!!"

"The light of the stars guides us forward. After we die in battle, we will be guided to the depths of the brilliant galaxy and will receive eternal rest.

For the Holy Clan,

For the Snow Plains,

For the homeland,

For the king,

Kill!!!"

The original five thousand soldiers and horses, plus the warriors who heard the horn and rushed from all directions, nearly ten thousand savages roared and charged forward, waving the weapons in their hands.

Among them, less than three thousand were armored, but they were full of morale. You could feel the clanging fighting spirit and the determination to die without regret emanating from them.

This is a rising nation. They have continuously defeated the troops of the Dacheng Kingdom in the northeast, causing the Situ family to bury all the territory that their ancestors had developed on the Snow Plains a hundred years ago.

They are dreaming of killing into the Xuehai Pass and returning to the Three Jin lands under the leadership of the king, and this dream is already being realized step by step.

When a nation is at a point of revival, they can often explode with extremely terrifying combat power.

This is common in the history that Zheng Fan is familiar with. The small ethnic groups that originally had a small population and had no "reputation" before seemed to have suddenly arrived, and a large number of generals who seemed to be born to fight emerged, and there appeared commanders with great vision, as well as a group of ethnic warriors who were not large in number but were all brave and good at fighting;

Then they swept across all directions, causing the surrounding huge empires to collapse in response.

Zheng Fan's gaze looked at the Jingnan Marquis beside him, and then at the black armored knights around him;

However,

What they are facing is not the weak Qian Kingdom, nor the Chu and Jin Kingdoms with internal strife, but a Great Yan that is also in a stage of rise and is opening up a kingly situation.

In the distance, dust was flying, and the savage army was charging forward,

And on this side,

Before the Jingnan Marquis's order was issued, all the Yan knights remained motionless. Even the war horses under their crotches only snorted slightly and pawed the ground lightly.

The Jingnan Marquis patted the Pixiu under him,

The Pixiu opened its mouth,

The Kunwu blade flew out of the Pixiu's mouth and fell into Tian Wujing's hand.

The next moment,

The Kunwu blade was raised high,

The Pixiu carried the Jingnan Marquis forward, walking to the front of the army.

No slogans,

No speeches,

No boosting morale,

All that there was was a gilded armor, a sword, one man and one beast, starting to slowly move towards the front, towards the enemy, and starting to accelerate!

But it was this silence, it was this scene, that seemed to directly ignite the blood of all the Yan soldiers. Even Zheng Fan felt a little燥热 at this time.

I have to say, Tian Wujing may not be deliberately pretending, but his every move can always be completely forced.

Looking at his back, looking at his direction, you will immediately have an impulse in your heart to follow him to fight, protect him, and crush all the enemies in front of him.

The battlefield is a place for men to compete in bloodiness!

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

"Roar!"

The left and right armies, the middle army, all the knights began to urge the war horses under their crotches. They began to accelerate, they began to sprint, and behind that golden back was a piece of black that could bring despair to the Snow Plains!

Zheng Fan also raised the knife in his hand and began to charge.

Damn it,

Ask yourself,

Although I wouldn't say that I "love" this world,

But I definitely have fallen in love with the feeling of charging with the Yan army!

That rapid secretion of adrenaline, that feeling of tens of thousands of people being of one mind and being a whole, that ending of crushing everything in front of you after the charge, is so intoxicating!

And on the savage side, when they heard the three "roars",

The hand that Angda was holding the reins with subconsciously used more force,

Once upon a time, as an auxiliary soldier, he had witnessed time and time again the Yan knights launching a charge under these three slogans, and then the barbarians in front would be crushed into meat paste.

The confidence of the Yan people, the strength of the Yan people, the Yan people's attitude of being the only ones on the battlefield, at that time, had already been imprinted in his heart.

He subconsciously looked at Quemu beside him, and also at the fearless faces beside him, and a sense of confidence returned to his body again.

Back then, when he was drunk, the king had asked him if he would be willing to give up everything in this life and just be a cavalryman in the Zhenbei army?

Afterwards, the king asked again: Or, one day, my Holy Clan can also have 300,000 soldiers in armor!

Angda raised the knife in his hand,

Stars above, protect my Holy Clan!

On the Snow Plains, on the earth, two cavalry torrents were getting closer and closer, and the earth seemed to be boiling at this time.

Tian Wujing was alone in the front, and the Pixiu under his crotch was running much faster than the war horses. That golden color was like a dazzling light descending to the world.

Zheng Fan remembered Liang Cheng once saying that the main general does not need to charge in the front unless it is absolutely necessary.

It is true that the charge of the martial general in the front can boost morale, but fighting a war purely by this method shows that the quality of these soldiers is not good.

There were many martial generals and famous generals in the Three Kingdoms. In the final analysis, it was because the Three Kingdoms had been in constant turmoil since the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, and the quality of the soldiers under the command of many warlords and princes was generally uneven. In this case, the personal martial prowess of the martial generals was highlighted.

Zheng Fan has always remembered Liang Cheng's words in his heart, so he basically will not charge in the front when fighting a war.

But at this time, Tian Wujing was alone in the front, but you can't say that he did wrong, because he is Tian Wujing, a man who can defeat the Sword Saint, a third-rank martial artist in this world!

Zheng Fan once asked the blind man, when do you think I can charge in the front freely and have a hearty battle.

The blind man ate oranges, shook his head, and only replied three words:

I don't think so.

"Swish!!!!!!!!!!"

The Yan knights charging in the front row raised their spears, and the speed of the war horses under their crotches reached its peak.

The left and right armies began to separate from the central army,

The central army continued to move forward courageously,

The cavalry on both wings began to maneuver slightly.

Zheng Fan held the knife sideways and lowered his head. He knew that when the distance was close to a certain extent, the arrows of both sides would soon invade each other. Experienced veterans knew how to protect themselves at this time.

Sure enough, the arrows came.

Zheng Fan's luck was not very good this time, and it was very bad. Two arrows hit his chest and left arm respectively.

His left arm hurt a lot, but because the quality of the armor was very good, it looked very ordinary, but in fact it had been personally reinforced by Xue San, and at the same time, he was wearing a golden silk soft armor woven by Si Niang inside, so the arrowhead did not penetrate deep into the flesh. The arrow that pierced his chest was blocked by the magic pill.

At this moment, Zheng City Guard wanted to curse.

Tian Wujing charged in the front and nothing happened,

Do I have the life of a dragon套(bit part) who gets a lunch box?

If I weren't a氪金(whale, pay-to-win) player and had a powerful "baby" on me at the same time,

My script would simply be a sad guy in the movie who gets a close-up shot of being shot by an arrow and falling off his horse and won't be given a second shot.

Tian Wujing was too obvious, so obvious that not only the Yan army, but even the savages charging in front, as long as they were not blind, could see his existence.

The two tusks of the wild boar under Quemu's crotch pierced outwards, and he and his master understood each other's minds and charged directly towards Tian Wujing.

For Quemu, although he had made bold remarks, saying that he would personally tear the Yan people apart and take their heads as sacrifices, that was just despising the enemy strategically. Tactically, he should still pay attention to them.

Even when the opponent's cavalry was charging, their military formation was extremely neat. On the other hand, on his side, the five thousand warriors he brought were okay, but it was too difficult to make those young people who had just rushed from various tribes to help maintain their formation while charging.

The Yan army's majestic military formation also brought a lot of pressure to Quemu.

The hunters on the Snow Plains may not know the saying "capture the贼(bandit) first capture the king", but they definitely understand that when facing a pack of wolves, the first thing to kill is the wolf king!

Jingnan Marquis,

Is Quemu's primary target!

At this moment,

The scene of the previous battle appeared in Quemu's mind again,

In that battle, the king personally led the strongest warriors under his command into the central army of the Jin emperor. One of the archers even shot the Jin king with an arrow.

The Jin army therefore began to panic, which gradually evolved into a rout.

The Jin people will do this,

The Yan people,

Will also do this!

White air was constantly coming out of the nostrils of the wild boar king, and its eyes were now stained with blood. At this time, there was nothing else in its sight, only the Pixiu in front of it.

It could feel the aura emanating from the Pixiu's body, which was a very uncomfortable aura that even forced it to surrender.

But,

How could it surrender!

Tear it apart, eat it, trample it!

The Pixiu under Tian Wujing's crotch seemed to feel the gaze of the wild boar king, and it felt offended.

This offense was equivalent to a commoner being disrespectful to a true nobleman!

It is a noble divine beast, the protecting beast of the Yan Kingdom, how dare these barbaric alien species be presumptuous in front of it!

Finally,

Two torrents,

Collided together!

And at the moment before the two sides collided,

The main generals of the two sides met first.

Quemu let out a roar, raised his wolf tooth棒(club), and his whole body burst out with Qi and blood. He wanted to smash this self-righteous Yan Southern Marquis into mud with one blow!

He wanted to use his martial prowess and his strength to prove to Angda, to his king, and to them that

The Yan people,

Are not invincible!

We can defeat the Jin people, and we can defeat the Yan people as well. We can defeat any opponent, and the glory of the Holy Clan is about to return!

The Jingnan Marquis straightened his back,

Raised his knife,

Looking calmly at Quemu, the savage giant, who had already arrived.

Kunwu,

Fell,

Accompanied by the Jingnan Marquis's calm voice:

"Give this Marquis..."

For a time, Quemu only felt that everything around him seemed to be in a state of stagnation, and a great terror, like the sky cracking, was pressing down on him!

This was a force that made him shudder, an unimaginable aura,

As if the battlefield where tens of thousands of people were fighting was completely abandoned at this moment,

Leaving only the knife that was about to fall in front of him!

Almost instinctively, Quemu raised his wolf tooth棒(club) horizontally. In front of this knife, he had to choose a defensive position.

"Kneel!"

Kunwu slashed on the wolf tooth棒(club),

"Boom!"

The terrifying air wave exploded, like a thunderclap in a dry land.

The bones of the wild boar king under Quemu's crotch broke, its body collapsed, and it turned into a large pool of blood and flew away;

And Quemu, who was originally riding on the wild boar king,

His body sank,

His whole body was immersed in the dirty blood of his mount,

Then his feet landed,

But the terrifying power on the wolf tooth棒(club) still existed,

"Crack!"

Quemu's knees bent forward under the strong pressure,

The whole person,

Kneeling down with a bang!