Chapter 11 Another Fire in troubled times

"General--," a black armored scout with an order flag on his back shouted loudly. The enemy was found 50 miles ahead.

"Is it a vigorous ride?" Ye Mingshan asked calmly. He rode a dark group of horses, and the moon-white armor glowed coldly under the moonlight and morning glow. A white feather is inserted in the helmet, and the soft feathers sway in the wind. The silver and white silk brocade behind him add a little elegance to his heroism.

A shadow flashed on the quarry-like face. Thinking of the black armor, the majestic grassland heavy cavalry warrior, and the five-foot-long*, the scouts had a burst of heart palpitations. He couldn't describe to the general what a vigorous horse was. He didn't see those cavalry raging on the ground like thunder, and he couldn't imagine how terrible the vigorous riding was! But he still resisted the fright in his heart and said calmly, "Yes--"

"Spray my order, slow down the march, and be on guard for the whole army!" Yeming Mountain looked at the pale blue morning light in the distance and ordered the scouts.

Why did the general order to slow down? Don't you know how much the imperial capital emphast on the invasion of northern barbarians? Today, the enemy is provoking in front of our royal division, and the general should attack bravely so as not to weaken our prestige. Is it possible that the general is afraid of Beiman and unwilling to contribute to my dream?" The fat inspector beside him made the fat on his face tremble and rode on the horse and shouted. The imperial envoy of the supervising army, appointed by the emperor, mainly went on an expedition with the army, was responsible for inspecting the army, checking the casualties and losses, and disarming the prisoners. Most of them are imperial eunuchs, well-respected, timid and arrogant, self-proclaimed and noble, and look down on barracks soldiers.

Ye Mingshan ignored the envoy and continued to say, "The long archer is in front of the array, the gunners follow, and the knife hand presses the array and slowly pushes forward."

"General Ye, you--" It is rare for Qin Zhu's slightly narrowed eyes to be opened so big, the faint lips at the corners of his mouth trembled ridiculously, and the white fat face turned red - who dared to despise him so much?

"Also, the 3,000 light cavalry led by the major general may have encountered a fierce horse, and their life and death are unknown." The scout said.

Ye Mingshan's face stiffened, his face was pale, and a blood vessel jumped suddenly on his forehead, and his cheeks were as cold as wind and snow. His hand holding the reins trembled a little, but his voice still said calmly and powerfully, "I know!"

"General, this envoy is appointed by the emperor. How dare you ignore me? Do you want the emperor to come in person--"

"Your Excellency, I advise you to put your head around your neck and talk less. You have no eyes on the battlefield. If you are not careful, you will be in a different place." Ye Mingshan interrupted him coldly, didn't look at it, and directly urged the horse to leave.

The fat imperial envoy gritted his teeth angrily and said, "I have to join you in front of your majesty!"

The horse of Yeming Mountain was already a few feet away, and his voice came coldly like a horn penetrating the thick fog: "That premise is that you have to be able to return to the imperial capital alive..."

King's Japanese post. Chi Naisi looked at his silent son and faintly felt a little heartbroken - forcing him to do what he didn't want to do was more uncomfortable than feeding him poison! He often saw Su Zile silently sniffing a flower on the endless grassland in the far north, and his eyes flashed, looking like a god in the sky whispering in his ear; he also saw him drive cattle and sheep for more than ten miles to bypass a piece of Gesang flower; he also saw him blindfolded his sheep when killing sheep and tried to do it. To die with a knife... This child destined to be the lord of the grassland has too much kindness, but in troubled times, too much kindness is weakness. The weak king will only lead those who are willing to follow him to a dead end. The king wants to defend the grassland and protect the poor herdsmen on the grassland by killing blood and blood that has accumulated for hundreds of years. Road, there is no room for kindness, this child still doesn't understand!

"Father, my son understands how many responsibilities are on his shoulders. You are struggling to support the Chinasi people, just to make time for your son's growth. Several uncles have been waiting for you to abdicize, and then after their son inherits the throne, it is the lamb under their knife. I know all this." Suzile and Ke said that his eyes were lax and blurred, but there was a little more decisiveness in his voice. My son is not afraid to kill people, but he doesn't like to kill people. But my son understood that he had to do what he had to do, no matter how disgusting he was. I am the son of King Chinasi. When I picked up the knife, it was not for me to live, but for the sake of the clan. It's never a matter for us to live alone, and my son understands it now. Suzil and Ke said.

"Father, my son is 19 years old, not young. Just let me take responsibility!" Sujile and Ke looked at his father, with the muscles on his round face tightened, and his teeth bit his lips with a resolute look. He was really ready. From the time he cut off the head of the Mengyang warrior younger than himself, he made up his mind that he would be willing to become a demon.

In a trance, the king looked at his youngest son Suil and Ke. He looked directly at the blue eyes, as if he saw the clearest lake on the grassland, as if he saw the flames that could burn heaven and earth rising from his son's heart. Just now, he couldn't help but boil his blood. It seems that the son who was taken away by the god has come back to life again, and he can finally deliver the burden of the whole grassland to him at ease. The king's dry mouth showed a satisfied smile, and he could finally graze quietly in the sunset like the most ordinary old herdsman on the grassland, quietly playing the horse-headed piano minor...

He was excited with tears in his eyes, turned over and got off the horse, holding his son's waist and holding him off from the horse. Then he held his son's cheek and said tremblingly, "My son... My son..." The king hugged his son, who was already taller than him, and the father and son hugged each other in the morning light, like the eternal stars in the universe. The king doesn't know when he last hugged his son like this. At this moment, he doesn't care about anything. The son he gave high expectations has finally grown up. Even if he died in the land of Mengyang this time, what's the use of regret?

The old king of Chi Naisi and the new king who had not yet been crowned finally stood side by side. There is never a shortage of heroes on the grassland. There is a hero's soul under every grassroots. What is missing on the grassland is the leader who can burn the world with the fire in his heart. The thunderous power of the Chinassi people united is enough to shake the sky and the earth, and the gods in the sky are moved by it.

At this moment, Chi Nasi's future 'Zunwu King' finally decided to pick up the sword and ignite the strongest wolf smoke in troubled times with the blood in Chi Nasi's bones. The future emperors have grown up one after another, and they have been shriveled for a lifetime. Who can mourn and soften their intestines? With a sword in hand, who can not be stained with scarlet? Emperor, when you take troubled times as a chess game, plan strategies, charge into battle, and see who is the master of the ups and downs, and who falls into a tragic situation that will never turn over?

Autumn of the 29th year of Shinra, September 18th.

The vigorous cavalry of the Chinassi tribe finally confronted the light armored brigade of Mengyang Night Kingdom. The armored grassland warriors and the hot-blooded Mengyang Brigade are determined to whip the world with the sword in their hands. This is Zhuo Ligetu, the god of war since a hundred years ago. The largest collision between the two sides since Chi Naisi invaded Mengyang. Chi Naisi's heavy cavalry rode vigorously under the lingering nightmare in the hearts of a whole generation of Mengyang men, and Mengyang's warriors also left indelible death on the wolves in the north. The fire in troubled times finally lit the first touch of wolf smoke, and the life of suffocence officially kicked off.